Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 1439: Restless

Qin Yi and the others followed Xiao Jian to a magnificent palace.

Netherworld Holy Temple.

The guards at the entrance were all experts at the Divine Separation Stage.

The group stepped inside.

This palace was large, with the ceiling alone being over ten meters high, and the columns supporting it were carved with fierce beasts, exuding a menacing aura.

Qin Yi tugged at the corner of his mouth, thinking, even carving fierce beasts in your own home, aren’t you afraid of bad luck?

Walking further in, Qin Yi looked up.

At the far end of the hall, on a high platform, a wide throne was placed.

A tall and upright man, who closely resembled Jing Wuyan, was watching them.

This should be the Hall Master of the Netherworld Hall, Jing Wangyou.

On either side of the high platform, two rows of chairs were arranged, with about twenty elders, roughly ten on each side, sitting across from each other.

These twenty or so old men should be the high-ranking members of the Netherworld Hall.

One could feel from their imposing presence that their cultivation was incredibly fearsome.

"Hall Master, Qin Yi has arrived."

Xiao Jian stepped forward and said.

Jing Wangyou slightly nodded, then waved his hand.

Xiao Jian respectfully stepped back to the side.

Jing Wuyan pulled Xiaoxi forward and knelt on one knee.

"Child pays respects to Father."

"Stand up."

Jing Wangyou spoke slowly, an aura of authority emanating from him.

Yin Qianqian and Yun Mengyao unconsciously frowned; the aura from Jing Wangyou was too terrifying, full of a sense of oppression.

Qin Yi’s eyes flickered slightly, wondering what he was thinking.

"So, you are Qin Yi?"

Jing Wangyou looked at Qin Yi and asked.

To be honest, this question was rather impolite.

"Junior Qin Yi greets the Hall Master of Netherworld."

Jing Wangyou scrutinized Qin Yi and slightly nodded.

"As expected, just like the rumors, a young talent. I truly wonder how your cultivation can be so terrifying at such a young age."

"It’s said that even the Sword Sect couldn’t handle you, and you even destroyed the Sin Tower."

"Moreover, the Sword Sect’s Second Elder also died at your hands, right?"

Qin Yi slightly nodded.

"It was a minor matter, not worth mentioning."

Jing Wangyou couldn’t help but laugh aloud, his voice hearty.

"Don’t be modest. I’ve heard about your character; you would never be as low-key as you are now."

"Friend Qin Yi, you saved Wuyan, making you a benefactor of our Netherworld Hall. Here, you can feel at home and don’t have to be constrained."

Jing Wangyou said with a smile.

Except for the initial impolite questioning, Jing Wangyou seemed quite satisfied with Qin Yi afterward.

The elders on either side were also curiously observing Qin Yi.

After all, Qin Yi’s youth starkly contrasted with the feats he had accomplished.

Qin Yi laughed and said, "The Hall Master is too kind! I also brought a grand gift for everyone here this time."

"Oh?" Jing Wangyou was full of curiosity, "What kind of grand gift?"

"The head of the Sword Sect’s Great Elder, Qingcang."

Jing Wangyou’s face suddenly stiffened.

Everyone present was stunned.

Each one looked at Qin Yi in disbelief.

If Qin Yi dared to say such a thing, it must be true, as he had no reason to lie.

Jing Wangyou instinctively stood up, "Where’s the head, let me see."

Qin Yi: "..."

He really wanted to ask: Could you be an idiot? Who carries a head around for no reason?

Jing Wuyan said, "Father, this matter is true, I can testify."

Jing Wangyou, realizing his stupidity, had a trace of embarrassment on his face and sat back down.

"The Sword Sect’s Great Elder disappeared for a hundred years, and no one knew his whereabouts. Where did you encounter him?"

An elder curiously asked.

Jing Wuyan looked at Qin Yi, unsure whether to mention the Elf Clan.

Qin Yi smiled and said, "We went to the Elf Clan, and Qingcang was lurking there with ulterior motives. We happened to run into him, so we casually took him down."

"I thought of coming to the Netherworld Hall with no presentable gift, so I figured his head would suit your taste."

Beside him, an elder laughed heartily, "Fitting, extremely fitting. This is simply fantastic news. The Sword Sect’s Great Elder and Second Elder were both killed by Friend Qin Yi. The Sword Sect has lost two top combat forces, enough to make them ache for a while."

"Friend Qin Yi, you have made our Netherworld Hall proud. I thank you here."

Qin Yi smiled, "You’re welcome."

"Friend Qin Yi, you mentioned that you went to the Elf Clan?"

Qin Yi slightly nodded.

"But the Elf Clan remains secluded, and no one knows their location. How did you find it?"

Qin Yi smiled, "By chance. Esteemed elders, the reason I’m telling you this is to ask a favor."

Jing Wangyou smiled and said, "Friend Qin Yi, just say what you need."

"Then I’ll say it. I know that currently, in the slave market, the value of an elf is very high."

"Therefore, I need you all to issue a decree. In the Northern Central State’s slave market, it’s prohibited to sell and harm elves."

"Moreover, if you encounter elves, not only should you not harm them, but you must also provide protection. Anyone who harms an elf shall be killed without mercy."

Jing Wangyou pondered for a moment and slightly nodded, "I will seriously consider it."

"Not consider, but must agree."

The expressions of the people present changed slightly; Qin Yi’s words were quite overbearing.

Qin Yi smiled, "The Elf Clan saved my life. If you don’t issue the decree, it doesn’t matter."

Qin Yi’s eyes turned cold, "However, within three days, I guarantee that there will no longer be any slave market in the Northern Central State."

The faces of everyone present changed dramatically.

Qin Yi’s words were clear; if the Netherworld Hall didn’t issue the decree, within three days, he would destroy the slave market in the Northern Central State.

Jing Wuyan sensed something was wrong with the atmosphere.

"Father, Brother Qin is a person of profound gratitude. It’s merely a decree, please agree to it."

Jing Wangyou frowned, "What do you know?"

"Every industry has its own rules, even as the Netherworld Hall, we can’t interfere recklessly. Existence is reasonable, the slave market..."

"Bullshit, existence is reasonable." Qin Yi sneered.

The atmosphere in the room nearly froze.

Everyone looked at Qin Yi; his words were excessive.

The person sitting above was the ruler of the Northern Central State, and no one had ever dared to be so presumptuous, calling his words bullshit.

Jing Wangyou’s face darkened.

"Qin Yi, you have done us a favor in the Netherworld Hall, but that doesn’t mean you can be so presumptuous in front of me."

Qin Yi looked at Jing Wangyou with a playful gaze.

"If others respect me a foot, I respect them a yard. If people bully me, I will repay them tenfold."

"Senior, I’ve had a question since I came in."

Jing Wangyou said, "What question?"

"Are you sitting on a sword? Or is there a needle on your throne? Or do you have hemorrhoids?"

"Since I came in, you seem to be sitting on pins and needles, restless. Is it that you’re not used to sitting on this throne, or is it that this throne isn’t yours to begin with?"

Qin Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, asking with a half-smile.

Jing Wangyou’s face stiffened, his eyes flustered as he looked at Qin Yi.