My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 62 Spare me, Grandmaster!

Yang Qi swallowed his drink and held up one finger.

"One hundred million? Aren’t you lowballing me a bit too much?" Huang Borren’s expression soured. "Cutting the price in half? This isn’t some market where you haggle over clothes. No way. The minimum is one hundred and eighty million."

"Master Huang, this is a huge misunderstanding," Yang Qi said calmly. "I didn’t say one hundred million."

"Courting death!" Huang Borren was genuinely enraged. He slammed his hand on the table and bellowed, "Don’t you understand the saying that a mighty dragon can’t crush a local snake? To offer only ten million... are you joking? I may be wary of the Lin Family of Jingzhou, but I’m not afraid of them when cornered. I refuse to believe they’d kill me for the likes of you!"

"Why so agitated? I never said it was ten million," Yang Qi said with a faint smile, setting down his glass and leaning back on the sofa.

Huang Borren was taken aback, unable to understand what Yang Qi meant. "What exactly do you mean?" he demanded coldly.

"I mean... one dollar," Yang Qi said with a smile.

The moment he spoke, Xiong Ba was so scared he nearly dropped to his knees. My god, this Yang Qi is too bold! Haggling like that is just asking to be killed!

BANG!

Huang Borren slammed his wine glass on the floor. It didn’t shatter, thanks to the thick carpet. He roared furiously, "Yang Qi, are you messing with me? I’ll kill you!"

BOOM!

Four bodyguards suddenly unleashed a terrifying aura, entering a combat stance. Not only that, but nearly a hundred Martial Artists wielding sharp blades rushed in from outside the hall, completely surrounding Yang Qi and Xiong Ba.

"Don’t, please don’t, Master Huang," Xiong Ba pleaded, clutching his head in terror.

"Kid, I bet Xiong Ba didn’t tell you what my status is in Kang City," Huang Borren said, looking coldly at Yang Qi. "In this city, even a true big shot like Bai Xingjian has to give me face. Who do you think you are, daring to provoke me? Today, I’ll let you die knowing exactly why."

Yang Qi simply smiled. "Master Huang, you misunderstand. I’m not messing with you. I genuinely plan to buy them for one dollar. They’re just two video clips, are they not?"

"I’m begging you, sir, please stop fanning the flames!" Xiong Ba was about to die of fright.

Huang Borren was so furious he could have spat blood, wishing he could hack this man into a thousand pieces. He wants to buy videos worth two hundred million for one dollar? What a joke!

"Kid, I’ll give you two choices," Huang Borren said, his fat quivering with rage. "First, cough up two hundred million and buy the videos! Second, leave your tongue behind! You choose. There’s a price to pay for not knowing how to speak properly!"

"Master Huang, please think carefully! Mr. Yang is backed by Miss Lin. You can’t afford to offend her!" Xiong Ba reminded him.

"Shut up! I don’t care about some Miss Lin! Even if the entire Lin Family of Jingzhou showed up, I would still take care of this kid!" Huang Borren had completely lost his senses.

"Heh," Yang Qi laughed. "You want my tongue? I’m afraid you don’t have what it takes."

Huang Borren was stunned. The bodyguards were also frozen. Is this kid an idiot?

"Kid, do you really think you can waltz in and out of my territory as you please?" Huang Borren sneered. "Let me tell you something you might not be able to stomach. I have one hundred bodyguards here.

"Every single one is a master I hired at great expense. Each of them has blood on their hands. And the ones they’ve killed were Martial Artists, no less! They’re nothing like Xiong Ba’s group of thugs.

"These are the men who made me the king of news in Kang City. I spend far more money on them than you could possibly imagine—at least one hundred million a year! Do you think they’re just for show?

"Even a big shot like Bai Xingjian wouldn’t dare to make an enemy of me. What are you compared to that? Young man, do you not understand the situation you’re in? If it weren’t for Miss Lin, I would have annihilated you long ago instead of wasting my breath.

"Now, you’d better produce the money. Otherwise, I won’t give anyone face!"

Huang Borren wasn’t bluffing. With these one hundred men protecting him, he could act with impunity. Even Bai Xingjian, the true big shot of Kang City, was powerless against him. Although Bai Xingjian lived a secluded life and rarely meddled in affairs, he was known as the true big shot. Xiong Ba, on the other hand, was just a pretender. He could handle ordinary people, but he was guaranteed to be crushed when facing a true Martial Artist.

But what did any of this have to do with Yang Qi? Was he supposed to be afraid?

At the fifth level of the Qi Refining Stage, my power is equivalent to an Innate Master at Perfection. Combined with Spells, I don’t even need to fear a Martial Arts Master. I’ve already sized up these bodyguards. Four are Postnatal Masters, and the rest are merely at the Inner Strength level. Are they supposed to be a threat to me?

"One dollar for the videos. This is your last chance," Yang Qi repeated calmly.

"You’re courting death! Cripple him!" Huang Borren finally lost his patience and roared.

"Yes, sir!"

The one hundred bodyguards, all of them trained fighters, brandished their weapons and charged at Yang Qi. At that moment, Xiong Ba covered his eyes, unable to bear watching.

Yang Qi just smirked contemptuously. Suddenly, he slapped the ground with his palm, lightning flashing in its center. Using the Spiritual Energy of the fifth level of the Qi Refining Stage, he released the Hand Palm Thunder. Blue currents of electricity instantly surged in all directions.

AHHHHH!

Every one of the attackers began to tremble uncontrollably, twitching as if they were dancing. Then, one by one, their eyes rolled back into their heads. Finally, they all collapsed, their hair standing on end as a scorched stench filled the air.

Yang Qi took a deep breath and sat back down. An attack like that consumes too much Spiritual Energy. I can only use it twice more at most. It’s a true trump card... but this was more than enough.

In the entire hall, only Xiong Ba and Huang Borren remained unharmed, as Yang Qi’s attack had cleverly avoided them.

Huang Borren was petrified. His face turned ashen as he stared at the hundred convulsing bodies on the floor. The cigar fell from his trembling hand, and he watched the scene in disbelief, completely speechless.

"Grandmaster!"

"A Martial Arts Grandmaster!" the four stronger bodyguards shouted in horror, still able to speak.

In their eyes, only a Grandmaster at Perfection could wield the power of lightning like this.

Yang Qi offered no explanation. He still had a long way to go before becoming a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

What?! A Martial Arts Grandmaster?!

Huang Borren was no fool. As a man in the news business, he was well aware of the hierarchy of Martial Artists.

A Grandmaster... that’s a legendary existence! How could there be a Grandmaster in Kang City? Bai Xingjian is merely at the Great Accomplishment stage of the Innate realm, not even having reached Innate Perfection. Above the Innate realm are Masters, and above Masters are Grandmasters! Just how terrifying is a Grandmaster? Rumor has it that a Grandmaster could destroy a small nation with ease! And I... I actually tried to extort such a person? My god... I’m lucky he didn’t decide to kill me. Otherwise, I’d be dead already.

"Spare my life, Grandmaster!" Huang Borren cried, dropping to his knees.

"Now," Yang Qi said, looking down at Huang Borren coolly, "can we discuss the matter of the videos?"