In the private room on the fifth floor, Su Boyu was leisurely eating the dishes while drinking some alcohol. He appeared to be in a rather good mood.
"Young Master, Qin Xiaoyou appears to not be on good terms with Mo Wen anymore, as they were just arguing by the foot of the staircase," a youth reported, having just entered the private room.
"Do you know why you can only be a servant?"
Su Boyu threw down his chopsticks and looked at the youth with a calm gaze.
That youth did not dare say a word and simply looked at Su Boyu with an uncomprehending gaze.
"Because of this." Su Boyu pointed to his brain and said coldly, "If you were slightly smarter, you wouldn't have to follow me around all the time and wait on me."
The youth became slightly stunned, but did not dare say anything. The words of Su Boyu was equivalent to being told in another way that his potential was limited, and he would not spend much effort in his development in the future.
"Qin Xiaoyou is a smart woman. She just wants to put up an act for me to see. It's such a pity that she is still a little inexperienced. No matter her relationship with Mo Wen, it will still never change my determination to do something to Mo Wen. The more she tries to hide it, the harsher I'll be to Mo Wen."
The corner of Su Boyu's lips curled up into a dark and cold smile as he teasingly toyed with the jade ring on his finger. Normally, things did not end very well for those who underestimated him.
The youth broke out in cold sweat when he realized there were some implied meanings within.
"Is that right? I want to see what you can do to me."
A voice had suddenly rung out in the private room. It was unclear when, but there was suddenly one more person inside a youth who was as calm as water.
Su Boyu's pupils contracted slightly. Previously, he had not noticed that Mo Wen had entered at all. Although he himself was not an ancient martial arts practitioner, the youth by his side was of the later stage of the Regulated Breathing realm. However, even he had not noticed Mo Wen's appearance at all.
"Since I'm right before you now, why don't you say what you were thinking of doing to me."
Mo Wen's lips curled up coldly. He did not hurry as he walked over to Su Boyu.
The expression of the youth who was beside him had changed slightly. He was in the room, yet he had not noticed when Mo Wen had entered. His responsibility was to protect the Young Master, and if one was to be strict, he had already lost his job.
"Mo Wen, you've really got guts. But don't think that just because you know a few ancient martial arts skills, nobody can take you down."
Although Su Boyu had been stunned for a moment, he had calmed down very quickly. From what he knew, Mo Wen was just an ancient martial arts practitioner in the later stage of the Regulated Breathing realm. The bodyguard by his side was also on the later stage of the Regulated Breathing realm, so he was not afraid of Mo Wen.
Naturally, the youth could not allow Mo Wen to get close to Su Boyu. He attacked as fast as he could. With a step forward, he sent a punch directly to Mo Wen's face.
After knowing Mo Wen's foundations, he did not dare to hold back. He directly used his full power and garnered his Inner Qi. But before his fist had even reached its destination, a strong and cold gust of wind consumed him.
Mo Wen stared at the fist that was coming straight at his face. Without the blink of an eye, he casually stretched out a palm and firmly caught the youth's fist.
The youth felt a wave of power that disappeared as fast as it had appeared.
"You're a little lacking. I think the lad that's hiding in the darkness should come out to try."
Mo Wen laughed coldly and shook the youth's fist slightly. The youth flew out immediately and hit three to four chairs before stopping. However, he was on the floor, unable to climb back up.
"You you've ruined my martial arts."
The youth struggled to get up. His eyes were filled with fear and despair, because he realized that there were two different energies that had driven into his body; one was hot and the other cold, but both were equally mighty. It had easily overcome and crushed his Inner Qi. The interchanges between hot and cold had ruined his body's vitality.
Crushing his vitality was akin to ruining his cultivations all of his over ten years of hard work and training had been for naught.
Amongst the ancient martial arts practitioners, disabling one of their martial arts was definitely the most vicious attack. Some people would rather die than let their hard work of over 10 years go to waste.
However, Mo Wen did not even spare the youth a look. His expression remained calm. He did not continue to attack, as he was seemingly waiting for something.
After a week of training, coupled with the medicinal materials left behind by the Ming Clan, he had long achieved the pinnacle of the later stage of the Regulated Breathing realm. Half of his foot had entered into the Soothing Pulse realm, and he was simultaneously training the three supreme martial arts. Thus, his Inner Qi was now equivalent to that of an ancient martial arts practitioner in the beginner stages of the Soothing Pulse realm.
An ancient martial arts practitioner of the later stage of the Regulated Breathing realm was not of any threat to him.
Mo Wen did not want to cause too much trouble. He knew that his cultivation was weak at the moment, and his abilities were insufficient such that he might not be able to protect himself. However, not wanting to stir trouble did not mean that he was afraid. Su Boyu had provoked him time and time again to the point that he could not take it anymore.
Su Boyu's expression changed, seeing that the youth had become wasted with just one technique of Mo Wen's. He was still, however, not anxious. He managed to remain as calm and collected as before.
"Young man, your killing spirit is too strong. You're not suitable to practice martial arts."
From behind the screen of the private room, a figure slowly walked out without a sound. He stood behind Su Boyu like a wooden plank, but his eyes were trained on Mo Wen. A subtle pressure emanated from his body and enveloped Mo Wen.
That person was about 45 years of age, and he was dressed in a Chinese tunic suit. He was tall and looked like a tree standing behind Su Boyu.
"Exploiting one's seniority..." Mo Wen sneered as he shook his head.
How could an ancient martial arts practitioner on the Soothing Pulse realm like him dare talk about whether he was suitable or not for martial arts in front of him.
Back in the ancient times, Mo Wen had trained up a whole body of profound martial arts, and the ancient martial art practitioners who were also similarly of the Embryonic Breathing realm had gone out of their way to avoid him. He had been hailed as the great master of martial arts.
The Soothing Pulse realm was, at most, a fledgling skill, and without the cultivation of the Sea of Qi realm, it could not even be said to be a martial art of significance.
"Hmph, don't think that just because you have skills means that nobody can do anything to you. Since you like to disable people's martial arts so much, I will also disable yours."
Mo Wen's ridiculing him in person made the middle-aged man lose all face. With a cold grunt, his body flew up towards Mo Wen, like an eagle catching a chick.
He did not believe that an ancient martial arts practitioner on the Regulated Breathing realm could win against him.
Their skills did not differ by just a bit, even with a whole realm's gap between them. It was the concept of losing with the slightest difference that would mean thousand miles to them.
It was a rare case for one to transcend realms and defeat the opponent. Only an absolute natural talent could do so.
A claw extended down from above, and five rays of Qi energy were subtly emanating from the fingertips. Although the ancient martial arts practitioner with the Soothing Pulse realm could not release his Inner Qi and take one's life as he was still hundreds of steps away, he could preliminarily use the profundity of Inner Qi.
Mo Wen expressionlessly extended his hand to hit the empty air, and a shapeless ripple opened up within him as the center. The middle-aged man who was flying in mid-air suddenly turned sluggish, and the claw he reached out to Mo Wen had oddly deviated from its course.
The next second, an odd suction force exploded out, with Mo Wen as the center, and the body of the middle-aged man fell uncontrollably towards Mo Wen.
At this moment, his attack had missed, and the turnover time was too short for him to have any reaction at all.
Mo Wen extended a hand and easily grabbed ahold of the middle-aged man's palm. It trembled a little.
All of a sudden, a scary wave of tremors came out from within Mo Wen's palm and turbulently hit the middle-aged man.
The scary tremors had caused serious internal injuries in the middle-aged man. A mouthful of blood came out of his mouth uncontrollably.
The weird thing was that his hand was still suctioned to Mo Wen's palm. The scary force was like a dark power, directly going to the internal organs of the body, yet not affecting the subject's position at all.