Chapter 238 Arrogant Blacksmith, Joyous Sect’s Qing Hanye!. (1/2)

AST 238 – Arrogant Blacksmith, Joyous Sect’s Qing Hanye!

The words of Qing Shui filled the young man with endless astonishment. He glared at Qing Shui with a victory-assured gaze in his eyes as he added, “If you lose, follow me back to my clan and be my personal blacksmith. From now onwards, you are only to listen to my orders!”

“Sure, but if you lose I want you to hold my signboard and stand outside my store for a total of three days.” Qing Shui laughed as he pointed to the newly created signboard of his.

At this exact moment, another voice rang out from within the crowd, “Young Master Ying, it’s this store. This is the store I was talking about!”

Qing Shui frowned because he saw a line of people clad in white robes and wielding long swords stepping into his store. The moment the other customers saw their uniforms, they immediately created space and stood aside, not daring to obstruct their path.

Upon seeing the insignia of the Immortal Sword Sect, Qing Shui couldn’t help but give a bitter laugh. Once he saw that super big sized fatty, Qing Shui already knew what was going on.

He was still feeling strange. Why didn’t that super fatty come to find trouble with him earlier? The answer was finally revealed. That fatty already found his location but decided to bring reinforcement before coming.

“Little fatty, this was the man who caused you to lose face?” A 30+ year old man gazed at the fatty who was beside him.

“Little fatty?” Qing Shui almost spat out blood. Little? Little your mum! Qing Shui stared at the well-built youth at the side of fatty. He could see a cruel light flashing in the eyes of that man.

“Cousin, it’s him, he’s the person who threw my face. Not only that, he shamed our entire Immortal Sword Sect as well.” The big fatty replied, with looks of grievances in his eyes.

“I truly don’t understand why grandpa didn’t want me to interfere. Little Fatty, don’t worry. Your cousin is here to avenge all the wrongs you suffered.” The young man laughed, appearing extremely confident as he glanced at the fatty.

“Don’t worry cousin, I’ve already reserved two top class beauties from the top level of the Peony Court for your enjoyment.” The big fatty spoke lightly, but Qing Shui could hear his words as though the fatty was standing beside him.

Peony Court again? The top level too… was there a difference? Qing Shui wanted to ask Canghai Mingyue about the Peony Court. When he thought of how she left in a huff last night, he knew that with her personality, there was no way that she would come to find him of her own accord.

He was feeling anxious and agitated. Qing Shui didn’t know how he managed to offend Canghai Mingyue. No wonder people said that beautiful women were all tough to handle.

“Little brat, do you know that we are from the Immortal Sword Sect?” A heavy and rough sounding voice shook Qing Shui from his reverie. The owner of this voice was none other than the man with the herculean physique whose eyes glinted with a cruel-looking light.

“I know, of course I know.” On the contrary, Qing Shui wasn’t cowed at all. He still had the cheek to smile in response.

“Brat, you don’t look to be that stupid, why do you insist on doing stupid things? I truly don’t understand,” The herculean man let out a cold laughter as he shook his head.

“You don’t understand because you are stupid. As stupid as a pig.” Qing Shui indifferently replied, but the tone of his voice caused the anger of the earlier man to burst to his limits.

“I F****D your mother. ARE YOU COURTING DEATH?” The herculean man abruptly slashed out his sword, moving towards Qing Shui!

Qing Shui’s soft spot was none other than his mom. Regardless of words or actions, Qing Shui would completely ensure the culprit would visit the yellow springs as long as he insulted his mother.

Qing Shui’s eyes narrowed, as his gaze turned as sharp as sword. Wielding the huge hammer in his hands, he chopped forward with the might of thunder.

THUMP THUMP!