Wen Ping smiled helplessly.
"Friend, my father really appreciates you. A person shouldn’t feel superior just because they come from a humble background. We’ve all got only one shot at life, so why should we settle for ordinary rooms even if we have money." Luo Yi cast an appreciative glance, but quickly explained, "These words were from my father," perhaps fearing Wen Ping might misunderstand him as the speaker.
Wen Ping responded, "I guessed it."
A person who could call the registration desk the starting place of dreams would indeed praise him; Wen Ping wasn’t surprised at all.
More importantly, the praise made a lot of sense.
We all have one shot at life, so why should we settle for ordinary rooms even if we have money?
Luo Mi walked over, patted Wen Ping’s shoulder, and said with a helpless expression, "I have only one thing to say: Good luck!"
Just then, angry shouting was heard from downstairs, and Luo Mi also went back to his room.
Biyue Inn, first floor.
A burly man, draped in animal skin and with eyes wide like a tiger or leopard, entered the inn. His voice was loud enough to shake the halls. After stepping in, he directly pushed aside the approaching waiter and grabbed a diner by the collar, immediately demanding, "Damn it, has that kid from the Starless Sect who occupies three rooms come back yet?"
"He has, just went upstairs!"
The young diner, caught by the collar, immediately replied, fear evident in his eyes.
Though he’d answered, he was still tossed aside, landing under a table like a ball. After getting up, he dared not come out again.
Even though he was in the 13th level of a realm, he had no temper at all.
After the man headed towards the stairs, he finally dared to sit back at his table, quietly saying, "These barbarians really have a bad temper. I answered his question, yet he treated me like that."
The person across the table immediately responded, "Let it be. That’s Wanyan Hong from the Barbarian Division. A cultivator of the Profound Realm, you’re lucky he only threw you out."
"Alright then, just watch the show."
"Indeed, just watch the show. The Barbarian Division might not be a giant level two-star power, but they’re not far off. With Wanyan Hong making a move, that kid from the Starless Sect is doomed."
Everyone chattered while keeping their eyes on the top-notch room on the third floor.
Wanyan Hong smacked the wooden door with one hand.
Especially thinking that behind this door was some brat from a Starless Sect, he pounded even harder.
Wen Ping was inside, preparing to undress for bed, when he heard the violent knocking. He hurried to respond, "Stop knocking; you’ll break the door!"
Wen Ping immediately opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, a hand suddenly reached out to grab him. Wen Ping immediately stepped back, causing the hand to miss.
Seeing his grab fail, Wanyan Hong was even more enraged and shouted, "Kid, get out of here quickly, or I’ll tear your head off. Damn it, do you think Huangli City is like your little backwater where someone from a Starless Sect can stay in a top-notch room?"
"So you’re just here to steal the room!"
Wen Ping suddenly understood and then asked, "Isn’t this Huangli City? Don’t they have laws here, like those prohibiting murder?"
Wanyan Hong replied angrily, "Damn it, even if I can’t kill you, can’t I at least rip one of your arms off? Nobody said dismemberment is illegal!"
"Oh, dismembering isn’t illegal; that’s good to know."
"Good indeed, haha, you’re the first to agree with my ways."
Wanyan Hong grinned, opened the Meridian Gate with a bang, and moved step by step closer to Wen Ping.
Naturally, Wen Ping didn’t dodge but instead said to Ha Ha by his side, "Disarm him and throw him out."
Laughter echoed through the room.
Wanyan Hong’s face immediately changed. Sensing the strange aura suddenly appearing in the room, he realized there was someone stronger than him in here!
Though he liked the feeling of charging forward, it didn’t mean he was stupid.
He immediately turned around to leave!
But the crimson chains had already arrived.
Room number 10 on the top floor.
Luo Qianye sat inside, studying a chart of tomorrow’s examination process.
After 29 years, looking at this process chart again felt very familiar to him.
At this moment, Luo Mi entered the room, speaking as he walked, "Father, do you know who that person from the Starless Sect staying in the top-notch room is?"
"Who?" Luo Qianye looked interested in the person his son admired, setting down the chart and looking seriously at him.
Luo Mi smiled and said, "It’s the same one we encountered at the registration earlier who even stopped you."
"It’s him! Then he’s a bold fellow!"
Unaware of the Ten Talents Trial registration site.
Unaware of the unspoken rules and conventions of staying in a top-notch room.
There’s no longer a boldness to describe him, only using one word fits.
Recklessly to an incredible degree.
Suddenly, the sound of pounding and angry scolding came.
Luo Mi immediately said, "Someone from the two-star sect has come; that kid is probably in trouble."
Just as Luo Mi finished speaking, a loud noise was heard!
Followed by screams from below.
Luo Mi immediately opened the door and, with a quick turn of his head, saw Wen Ping standing at the broken railing, calling down, "Disarming you is a life lesson. You’re welcome!"
Having said that, Wen Ping walked back into his room and closed the door.
Just as Luo Mi was about to return and inform his father, Luo Qianye came out himself, standing at the railing to glance at Wen Ping’s room.
Because he had just sensed the aura of middle profound realm strength emanating from room number 12.
Looking down, he saw a burly figure draped in animal skin lying on the inn floor with a broken arm, most notably without bleeding.
That was quickly followed by discussions from below.
"Isn’t that Wanyan Hong who went upstairs just now?"
"Wasn’t he a cultivator in the Profound Realm? He just went up and ended up down here with one less hand?"
"Wow, the guest in room 12 is brutal."
"All of a sudden, why do I find it hard to believe he’s from the Starless Sect?"
Hearing the chatter from below, Luo Qianye frowned, especially after knowing it was Wanyan Hong who had been thrown down. He immediately said, "This guy is not simple!"
Luo Mi nodded and then asked, "Father, what do you mean?"
"You go cultivate first; I’ll go pay him a visit."
With that, Luo Qianye stepped toward room number 12. He also dismissed the waiter who planned to come up and inspect the commotion.
Standing at the door, Luo Qianye knocked.
"Friend, may I come in?"
Then a voice came from within, "Are you here to steal the room too?"
Luo Qianye smiled helplessly and explained, "No, I’m the one you stopped on the street today to ask questions. I just happened to find out you also stayed here and wanted to make your acquaintance."
As his words fell, a creak was heard.