My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 186: Alchemical Blade - 1 Part 6

"So what if I am?" Liang Changshan furrowed his brows, unsure of what Yang Qi meant.

"We need to change our bet a little," Yang Qi said calmly. "If you lose, I want the Five Elements Tower. You can keep the medicinal herbs, but you must kneel and apologize to my brother in front of everyone."

"What’s the big deal? You can’t win anyway, so what does it matter if I agree?" Liang Changshan said sarcastically.

"A verbal agreement is worthless!" Yang Qi shook his head. "Let’s put it in black and white. The Liang Family doesn’t have the best reputation. I can’t trust you."

"Enough with the rambling! Fine, if you want it in writing, I’ll write it. It’ll keep you from backing out, you brat! If you lose, you have to hand over your brother’s Qifei Group to me!" Liang Changshan said.

"Done," Yang Qi nodded.

He wasn’t going to lose, after all. Although the early Foundation Establishment Stage seemed equivalent to a Great Grandmaster of minor achievement, the reality was different. The vast difference between Inner Strength and Spiritual Power made Cultivators far stronger than Martial Artists. In his eyes, not even an entry-level Great Grandmaster was a threat, let alone one of minor achievement—they were all utterly defenseless against him.

The two quickly signed the wager. It was put in black and white, with three copies made. One copy was given to the Martial Artists Association for safekeeping so that no one could back out.

"Alright, enough chatter. Can we start now?" Liang Changshan asked.

"We can now," Yang Qi said, stepping toward the First Layer of the Five Elements Tower.

"Brother Qi, be careful!" Ye Qianqian shouted nervously.

"Don’t worry. Just think of this as a little warm-up. I’m about to show you something amazing! Wolf King, protect them."

After speaking, Yang Qi walked into the Five Elements Tower.

Inside the First Layer stood a bald-headed Martial Artist clad in gold, resembling a Martial Monk. A faint aura of Spiritual Energy surrounded him.

"Too bad, he’s not a Cultivator," Yang Qi shook his head. The Spiritual Energy around the man was clearly a result of long-term Cultivation inside the Five Elements Tower, not from his own Immortal Cultivation.

"Go, Independents, go!"

"Go, Independents, go!"

"Kill that kid!"

"Cripple him!"

The support for the Independents was surprisingly high. Perhaps it was just human nature. Most people thought Yang Qi was overestimating himself and courting death, so they were eager to see him fail. Even those who didn’t know him wanted to see him suffer a setback. Of course, some had also bet on the Independents to win, so for them, Yang Qi had to lose.

"I’ll finish you in three moves!" the Golden Independent said, looking at Yang Qi with disdain. His voice was loud and clear enough for everyone outside to hear.

"Is that so? Then bring it on," Yang Qi said with a faint smile.

"Still so arrogant! But remember this: offending the Liang Family is the stupidest thing you’ll ever do in your life!"

The Golden Independent made his move. A terrifying aura erupted as the full power of a Great Grandmaster was unleashed, drawing thunderous cheers from the crowd.

"That damn Yang Qi... just die already!" Yin Die snarled through gritted teeth.

The Golden Independent was not fast, but his attack was incredibly sharp. The short blade in his hand even contained Gold Attribute Spiritual Energy.

"So strong! I can feel the terrifying pressure just by watching the big screen!"

"That’s a Great Grandmaster for you!"

"One strike like that, and Yang Qi will be dead or crippled!"

Everyone in the crowd was discussing it. No one thought Yang Qi could defeat all five, let alone even one of them.

Ye Fei and Ye Qianqian were the most nervous. As non-Martial Artists, they couldn’t grasp the technical details, but they could still feel the sheer terror emanating from the Golden Independent. The gleaming short blade looked as if it could slice through anything. This was beyond the comprehension of most ordinary people and far more impressive than any martial arts drama.

Gold Attribute, huh?

While everyone else watched with a mix of tension and schadenfreude, Yang Qi was calmly studying the gold-attribute attack.

My Cultivation has risen to the Foundation Establishment Stage, but my actual offensive techniques are still limited. I only have the Hand Palm Thunder. The Fierce Tiger Palm is a Martial Art, not a Spell, let alone a Divine Skill.

"Alchemy Blade!"

Seeing the Golden Independent closing in, a blade of golden light miraculously condensed in Yang Qi’s right hand, forming a long, golden sword. This was the newest Spell Yang Qi had learned from the Dragon God Technique, perfect for combat in a Gold Attribute environment.

CLANG!

The longsword collided with the short blade, producing a deafening ring. The entire Five Elements Tower shuddered from the impact.

The next moment, the Golden Independent staggered back more than ten steps before steadying himself, his expression turning grave. To be honest, he hadn’t taken Yang Qi seriously at first, using only fifty percent of his Power. But now, he no longer dared to be so reckless. Yang Qi was far more formidable than he had imagined.

"So this is a Great Grandmaster? Not so impressive after all. Have you really never met a true opponent?" Yang Qi asked scornfully. Holding the longsword, he looked every bit the part of a carefree Sword Immortal.

"So handsome!" some of the infatuated girls in the crowd began to shout.

"I did underestimate you," the Golden Independent said, taking a deep breath to regulate his breathing. Being forced back like that was a deeply uncomfortable feeling. Judging by Yang Qi’s Realm, he should be about the same as me. Such a young Great Grandmaster? He’s even younger than Liang Changshan.

"My god, is that Yang Qi a Great Grandmaster too?"

"Such a young Great Grandmaster!"

"That’s incredible! He’s even younger than Young Master Liang!"

"He might actually win this!"

Many in the crowd began to regret their bets. If they had known, betting on Yang Qi would have earned them a fortune.

Hearing these comments annoyed Liang Changshan. "Golden Independent, are you holding back?!" he bellowed. "Stop playing around and cripple him for me!" He assumed the Golden Independent wasn’t taking the fight seriously.

"Yes, sir!" The Golden Independent didn’t dare hold back any longer. He roared, and the sharp blade in his hand transformed into a sky full of dagger shadows that completely enveloped Yang Qi.

But Yang Qi just shook his head disdainfully. "Too slow. And too weak. Allow me to show you how a weapon is truly used."

He waved his hand, conjuring more than a dozen Flying Swords in front of him. The slender blades shot out like silver needles, not only shattering all the dagger shadows but also stabbing toward the Golden Independent.

The Golden Independent was terrified and used all his strength to fend them off. He barely managed to deflect the Flying Swords when, just as he caught his breath, a sharp longsword pierced through his body. It turned out that Yang Qi had concealed one of the Flying Swords while unleashing the others, sending it around to strike the Golden Independent from behind.

"It’s time for you to go down and atone for all the innocents you’ve killed," Yang Qi said, glancing at the Golden Independent with cold indifference before heading toward the second floor.

"He won! Brother Qi won!" Ye Qianqian shouted frantically.

Wang Nantian and the others were also thrilled. Yang Qi’s growth was simply too fast. Wang Nantian felt truly fortunate to have met Yang Qi back then. Otherwise, he feared he would still be a cripple today, and he would never have witnessed such a masterful battle.

"Hmph, it’s just one victory. The higher he goes, the stronger the Independents get," Liang Changshan snorted, extremely displeased. He had thought the Golden Independent would be more than enough to handle Yang Qi. Still, this was fine. A battle of attrition would wear Yang Qi down eventually.