My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 252: The Treasure Contest Begins

"I heard the War God King was coming, so of course, I had to come and see for myself. Besides, this Treasure Competition is so interesting—I wanted to participate too. I went to Shaolin when I was only three. Now that my training has borne fruit, I naturally want everyone to see what I'm capable of!" Song Wulin declared proudly.

Song Wulin was the heir to the Song Family, one of the four great families of the Kang City Merchant Alliance. He had always adored Fan Ruobing. Although the Liang Family was a business competitor, the possibility of a marriage alliance was not ruled out. Fan Ruobing, for her part, was quite satisfied with Song Wulin. He was tall, handsome, a bona fide Shaolin disciple, and from a prestigious family. He was perfect. He was a suitable match for her, and being paired with her was certainly no injustice to him.

"Ruobing, I heard you were bullied?" Song Wulin asked.

"Just mentioning it makes me angry. There's this guy, Yang Qi. He's only learned some rudimentary martial arts, yet he's surprisingly strong. He might already be a Martial Arts Master at just twenty-five. You might not even be his match," Fan Ruobing said, glancing at Song Wulin.

It was an obvious provocation, but Song Wulin took the bait. "Hmph. He'd better hope I don't run into him. If I do, I'll make him kneel and apologize to you!"

Song Wulin was indeed powerful. At only twenty-six, he was already a Martial Arts Master at the Perfection Stage. Naturally, he was brimming with arrogance.

"Wulin, you're the best to me!" Fan Ruobing smiled, but her expression instantly froze. "That damn brat, what's he doing here? What right does he have to attend such a grand event!"

"Who?" Song Wulin asked.

"The one who hit me!" Fan Ruobing pointed at someone.

Yang Qi was dressed in casual wear and sneakers. Although he was clean, he seemed completely out of place at this event. Everyone else was resplendent in jewels and decked out in extravagant attire. Yang Qi's domestically-made outfit probably cost two hundred yuan at most.

"Hmph, a scumbag who dared to hit the woman I adore. I'm going to settle this with him!" Song Wulin snorted coldly and strode towards Yang Qi.

Elsewhere, Wang Teng and Li Qiutong were seated with their group.

"He's here too? He's everywhere!" Li Qiutong frowned.

Killing intent flashed in Wang Teng's eyes. He had made a complete fool of himself at the auction in the Provincial City, and it was all because of Yang Qi. He had no idea how Yang Qi had managed to curry favor with the Lei Mansion.

After arriving, Yang Qi planned to find a spot to sit and rest while he waited for the Treasure Competition to officially begin. He was pinning all his hopes of breaking through to the Second Layer of the Foundation Establishment Stage on this event and didn't want to waste the opportunity.

Just then, however, a young man even taller than him appeared in his path. He was a giant of a man, standing nearly 1.9 meters tall, and looked down on Yang Qi. "So, you're the brat, Yang Qi?"

His tone was utterly arrogant, as if he believed himself to be incredibly impressive.

Yang Qi gave Song Wulin a brief glance. He could tell this man wasn't even as strong as Liang Changshan, a typical spoiled rich brat with nothing to back up his arrogance. Unwilling to bother with him, Yang Qi turned to leave.

But Song Wulin blocked his path once again. "What, scared? You hit my dear Fan Ruobing. You think you can just walk away? What right do you have to be at a grand event like this? You're just a piece of scum, a lowlife!"

"Are you born in the Year of the Dog?" Yang Qi finally asked with a frown.

"What do you mean?" Song Wulin asked, momentarily confused.

"Good dogs don't block the path. Get lost!" Yang Qi said coldly.

He didn't want to start trouble, but that didn't mean he was afraid of it. Since the other party was asking for a beating, he didn't mind giving him one. His words, however, terrified many in the crowd. That was Song Wulin! The young master of the Song Family, one of the four great families of the Kang City Merchant Alliance! A disciple of the orthodox Shaolin Sect! Who would dare to offend him so casually? You probably couldn't find anyone in all of Kang City. Who could have imagined this kid, Yang Qi, would open his mouth and call him a dog? It was unbelievable! He was courting death!

Even an ordinary person wouldn't be able to tolerate such an insult, let alone Young Master Song! And in front of the woman he loved, no less.

"Haha, that kid is really asking for it!" Wang Teng sneered. "Does he really think there's no one in this world who can deal with him? Song Wulin is a maniac. He won't hold back!"

"Serves him right!" Li Qiutong was practically hoping for Yang Qi to meet with disaster. The worse off he was, the more it would prove she had been right to leave him. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Fan Ruobing smiled. This Yang Qi is a real reckless fool. He'll offend anyone. He's truly courting death!

Song Wulin was stunned for a moment, then his face turned livid. He had never imagined Yang Qi would be so brazen, so utterly disrespectful. To be publicly humiliated in front of so many people—if he didn't do something, it would be a complete loss of face. A terrifying killing intent shone in Song Wulin's eyes as he stared at Yang Qi. "You have guts. Say that again!"

"Heh, I didn't realize some people enjoy being cursed. Listen carefully. I said you're a dog. A good dog doesn't block the path! Get lost!" Yang Qi said with a nonchalant laugh, completely ignoring Song Wulin's fury.

"You're courting death!"

Song Wulin truly exploded. As the young master of the Song Family, the foremost of the four great families, and a Shaolin disciple, he had always looked down on others. No one had ever dared to be so audacious with him. Today, he was absolutely livid. In that instant, blood rushed to his head. He threw a punch, intending to kill Yang Qi on the spot!

It had to be said, Song Wulin did possess some strength. His punch was infused with robust Inner Strength. Unfortunately, he had not yet reached the stage where he could project his Inner Strength externally. It only served to increase the force of his blow.

Yang Qi sneered disdainfully. He slapped his hand forward as if swatting a mosquito. The next moment, Song Wulin's punch landed squarely on his own face.

BANG!

"Ouch!"

"What!"

Many of the uninitiated in the crowd cried out in shock. They didn't know about Yang Qi's battle against the five Independents! They didn't know he had defeated Song Yan! They didn't know he had defeated Iron Bone and Iron Heart! And they certainly didn't know that he had killed Pan Hua and Liang Jin! If they had known, they wouldn't be making such a fuss. For someone like Yang Qi, who could defeat even a Third Rank Great Grandmaster, facing a mere Martial Arts Master was nothing more than child's play. It was truly no contest.

Song Wulin's nose was broken and bleeding, and from his own fist. His punch had been ferocious, containing almost eighty percent of his full power. It could have killed an ordinary man. So, he was in a world of hurt.

Song Wulin was terrified, incredulous, furious, and indignant all at once. His emotions were an incredibly complicated mess.

"Trash! Get lost!" Yang Qi said calmly, looking at Song Wulin with contempt.

PUFFT!

Song Wulin coughed up a mouthful of blood, driven purely by rage. His mind was blank. His only thought now was to kill Yang Qi. In all his life, he had never been so disgraced. To be so utterly humiliated in public was an unbearable shame.

"Ahhh, I'll kill you!" With blood pounding in his ears, he threw all caution to the wind.