My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 303: Preventing Trouble before it Occurs

"Magic Artifact!" Cao Xingyun was stunned. This guy actually has a Magic Artifact!

"Young Master, go first! This old servant will hold him off for you!" an old man shouted. He knew the man before them was far stronger than they could have ever imagined. Even if they joined forces, they might not win.

"Escape? Do you really think you can? Since you've already decided to kill me, you should be prepared to be killed," Yang Qi said coolly. Before Cao Xingyun could even try to flee, Yang Qi lunged forward.

Seeing this, the old man materialized a short knife from his Inner Strength. The blade shot straight for Yang Qi's neck. If I can just kill Yang Qi, the Young Master will be safe. This strike was crafty, incredibly fast, and immensely powerful. As it flew through the air, it was accompanied by the faint sound of wind and thunder.

At the same time, Cao Xingyun launched his attack. Both of them were Third-Rank Great Grandmasters, and the power they unleashed in their coordinated assault was enough to overwhelm even an ordinary Fourth-Rank Great Grandmaster. Cao Xingyun drew the three-foot-long sword from his back. As he stabbed forward, the blade's light carried a chilling aura that locked onto Yang Qi. "Kid, consider it an honor to witness this technique. There's no shame in dying to it!" The pincer attack filled Cao Xingyun with confidence. If only he knew his older brother, Cao Xingjian, had also fallen at Yang Qi's hands, he probably wouldn't be so smug.

"You dare boast with such insignificant tricks!" Yang Qi scoffed, stepping back while seizing the old man's wrist with lightning speed. At the same time, he unleashed an icy chill as the full power of his Ice Condensing Technique erupted.

The old man's arm froze solid, frost visibly forming on his skin. Cao Xingyun found his own arm unable to move, as if it had been frozen in mid-air.

CRACK!

Frozen things are incredibly brittle. Yang Qi tore the old man's arm clean off. Bizarrely, the intense cold had numbed him to the point that he felt no pain.

"Young Master, run! Run now!" The old man finally realized how terrifying Yang Qi was. This isn't an ordinary Martial Artist. He's a Cultivator! A legendary Cultivator!

Cao Xingyun was horrified and wanted to flee, but his body felt frozen solid. The sensation was agonizing; he couldn't even move his legs. What kind of horrifying monster is he? We're both Third-Rank Great Grandmasters, yet we can't even handle one kid? No one would ever believe this. He's a devil! An absolute devil! Cao Xingyun was frightened witless. He could only watch helplessly as his opponent approached, his body utterly immobile. The sense of despair was suffocating.

BOOM!

He finally unleashed his Inner Strength with all his might, shattering the layer of ice encasing him. He immediately turned to run.

"Young Master, run toward the crowds! He just wants to kill us to keep us quiet! He can't kill you if there are people around!" the old man roared.

But in the next instant, Yang Qi's fist slammed into his chest. The punch, searing hot like a flame, struck him and exploded with force. The old man felt his heart utterly destroyed as his body was sent flying, crashing directly into Cao Xingyun.

Cao Xingyun let out a miserable scream and collapsed to the ground. He could see the light just beyond the jungle, but it was hopelessly out of reach.

Yang Qi's foot pinned his leg to the ground. There was no mercy in his eyes, only ice-cold indifference. His own experiences had taught him one simple truth about this world: for the most part, it was survival of the fittest, a web of conflicting interests. When it came to one's own benefit, even a Buddha would become a demon. If you are strong enough, others will grovel at your feet. If you are relentlessly kind, you will only be bullied. It's as the old saying goes: a tame horse gets ridden, and a kind man gets cheated. This was a lesson his ancestors had learned, and one he had experienced firsthand. If not for the Dragon God Technique, if not for Lin Qingxuan, he would have died in the cold Kang River.

"Spare me! Please, spare me! You can't kill me! You can't! I'm the Third Young Master of the Cao Family! Cao Kun is my father! And Elder Lei is my second brother's master!" His words tumbled out in a mad, incoherent torrent. He didn't even know what he was saying anymore. At this moment, he only wanted to beg for his life. That was all.

"Elder Lei and Cao Kun! They sound very intimidating. They must be quite powerful," Yang Qi said with a smile.

"That's right, they're extremely powerful! They're top-ranking experts in Thunder City! You can't afford to provoke them! Why don't you let me go? I can give you anything! Money! Women! Status! Everything!" Cao Xingyun said in terror. "Otherwise, you will face the relentless pursuit of both the Thunder Sect and the Cao Family! No one around you will escape. They might all die! Just think about it."

"Threatening me?" Yang Qi's eyes grew even colder. "If you had simply begged for mercy, I might have let you live. But now that you've said that, I absolutely cannot spare you. Letting you go would put my family and friends in danger. So, you'd better shut your mouth. Don't worry, it won't hurt. It'll be over quickly."

With those words, Yang Qi's punch shattered Cao Xingyun's heart meridians.

It wasn't that he wanted to kill; he simply had no other choice. If this man lived, the people he cared about would never know peace. Now, he at least had a chance to grow stronger before the Thunder Sect and the Cao Family tracked him down. He never wanted to feel as helpless as he had before—his company ruined, his own life nearly taken. He was sick of that suffocating powerlessness.

After finding the Vajra Body Refining Technique on Cao Xingyun, he immediately called Xiong Ba. When Xiong Ba arrived, the scene nearly scared the soul out of him. He didn't dare ask any questions.

Yang Qi said indifferently, "Dispose of the bodies. Don't let anyone know about this for now. I trust you have your methods."

"Mr. Yang, rest assured. This is what I'm good at," Xiong Ba nodded. He then began dealing with the corpses. The Corpse Liquid was a peculiar concoction. A single drop on a wound was enough to completely dissolve a body, clothes and all, leaving no trace behind.

Seeing this, Yang Qi nodded and turned to leave. Time was of the essence. With the combined power of the Thunder Sect and the Cao Family, they would eventually discover that Cao Xingyun had died in Kang City. They would likely suspect me, given our public dispute at the auction. I have to increase my combat power, and fast. Advancing in the Immortal Cultivation Realm was difficult, so he planned to cultivate the Vajra Body Refining Technique first. Practicing both simultaneously should yield the best results.

Back at the Kang River Villa, Yang Qi dismissed everyone and summoned Iron Heart, Iron Bone, the Wolf King, and the others. He planned for them to cultivate and establish their base here, as the conditions were far superior to anywhere else.

Entering his room, Yang Qi took out the Vajra Body Refining Technique and began his cultivation. The initial stages required Body Tempering Pills, which he had in abundance, so he had nothing to worry about.

「A month passed in a flash.」

On this day, Yang Qi emerged from his secluded cultivation.