Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood-Chapter 890 - 432 The Youths Identity_2

Chapter 890: Chapter 432: The Youth’s Identity?_2

Chapter 890 -432: The Youth’s Identity?_2

Possibly, he was an outstanding member cultivated by a family that specialized in cultivation.

But what no one expected was that this youth who appeared rather scholarly and weak, dressed in blue, had actually reached the second major realm within the Five Realms of Mortality, known as Bone Refinement Perfection.

Bone Refinement, in the grander places, may not be regarded as anything particularly formidable, but if merely in these smaller locales…

Then the existence at the stage of Bone Refinement Perfection could indeed be considered top-tier.

Even the major families here would likely gain no advantage if they confronted this seemingly frail youth.

For this reason, the revelation left everyone internally trembling, while also stirring up their curiosity.

They were curious about the identity of the young scholar in blue.

“Bang!”

With the emergence of a somewhat muffled sound.

The young scholar in blue had already crushed the bulky and burly man’s head with a single foot.

At the moment the head was crushed, white brain matter splattered all around.

The crimson blood even sprayed onto the faces of bystandans.

Causing all those in the vicinity to be stunned.

“Did, did he really make a move?”

At the top of the restaurant, someone couldn’t help but widen their eyes, filled with disbelief.

Those comrades of the man whose head had been smashed, looked as if they were scared stiff at that moment, silently gazing at the headless corpse by their feet, and then at the nearby young scholar, who seemed weak but was in fact like a bloodthirsty demon.

At that moment, they seemed unable to even speak.

Apart from staring at the young scholar with eyes filled with intense fear and unease, they dared not do anything else.

Bone Refinement Perfection, indeed it was Bone Refinement Perfection.

That was a true powerhouse who had reached the realm of perfection in the second major realm of the Five Realms of Mortality.

Don’t be fooled by their appearance; though these men seemed burly and formidable, capable of killing a bull with a single punch.

But if it really came to a fight, let alone three or five strong men, even bringing ten, twenty, thirty, or even fifty strong men, the young scholar could handle them with ease.

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He could manage just fine using only one hand, even.

“Heh, so weak…”

After a cold laugh.

The youth dressed as a scholar in blue silently turned.

As he walked toward the outside of the restaurant, he murmured, “Remember this, ignorance isn’t a sin, but being ignorant and unaware of it, that is the true sin.”

Having said that, the youth in blue stepped out of the restaurant.

However, just as the young scholar was about to leave the establishment, an elder dressed in gray and white, slightly hunched, with a face full of age and hands behind his back,

Suddenly appeared in front of the young scholar.

Blocking the young man’s path of departure.

“Young man, it’s best not to be too arrogant.”

“This world is cold and cruel by nature. Your methods are so bloody, and you readily take lives; isn’t that a bit… too excessive?”

The elder’s voice, somewhat hoarse, was also somewhat grating.

Causing an involuntary frown.

Similarly, due to the sudden appearance of this elder, the eyes of the spectators within the restaurant were once again drawn.

“What’s the background of that old thing?”

“I don’t know, but since that old thing could confront the young scholar even knowing he’s at Bone Refinement Perfection, it probably means the old gentleman’s strength isn’t too shabby.”

“Beyond Bone Refinement Perfection? Does that mean the old elder’s strength has reached the Organ Refinement Realm which is above Bone Refinement?”

“Or could it be above Organ Refinement, in the Blood Refinement?”

“Who cares what his cultivation is, we’re just here to watch the show…”

“Yes, quite so, brother, what you say does indeed make some sense.”

…

“Old sir, are you sure you want to block my way?”

At the entrance of the tavern.

The young Scholar in a robe of green silently stared at the person before him, an elder dressed in a black and white garment, his face showing signs of vicissitude, hands clasped behind his back, exuding an extraordinary aura.

The Scholar in the green robe couldn’t help but grimace, his voice somewhat cold as he asked.

“I act according to my own will. If I dislike the way you do things and come out to say a few words, what can you do about it?”

The elder in black and white squinted slightly, a flash of coldness passing through his narrowed eyes.

A powerful presence began to emanate from him.

This aura was even stronger than that of the young Scholar, who was at the Bone Refinement Perfection realm.

“Do you truly intend to stop me?”

The young Scholar watched the elder before him with an ice-cold gaze, his expression becoming increasingly grim.

Originally, the young man had come to this tavern with only two goals.

One was to enjoy the cool breeze and have a drink.

The second was to sit in the tavern and see if there were any interesting sights to behold; what was unexpected was that not only did he not encounter any spectacle, he himself became the spectacle, which was rather infuriating.

The burly brute from earlier was one thing.

After all, that fellow was already dead.

Much of his anger had abated.

But what was this old creature in front of him trying to do?

Was he trying to avenge that unknown man?

Simply acting upon witnessing an injustice?

But if he really wanted to intervene because of injustice, why had he waited until now?

Why hadn’t he appeared when he had moved against that man?

“Heh…”

After sneering in his heart, the Scholar silently lifted his head and looked at the elder in black and white again, before saying in a voice edged with a hint of threat, “Old thing, I’ll ask you one last time, are you sure you want to block my way?”

“Even if it means losing your life, would you have no regrets?”

The voice of the young Scholar, who appeared so “frail” in his green robe, slowly echoed in the room.

An extremely cold aura began to spread from the Scholar’s body, permeating throughout the tavern.

As tensions escalated between them,

the chilling presence became suffocating.

Suddenly, the elder in the black and white garment, stooping slightly and with a face full of age, changed his usual demeanor and extended his withered right hand to strike at the young Scholar before him.

How many years had it been?

Ever since the elder had progressed from Bone Refinement Perfection to the third major realm within the Five Realms of Mortality, the Viscera Refinement Initial Stage, no one had dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.

Who didn’t bow and scrape when they saw him, showing utmost respect?

But the young man dressed in green, looking like a Scholar, dared to speak to him with such an attitude.

Wasn’t that a bit too arrogant?

“Young man, did the elders in your family not tell you to respect the old and cherish the young?”

“Merely at Bone Refinement Perfection, and you dare to be so rampant. If you were to continue growing, wouldn’t you become a great menace?”

“Since the old man chanced upon you today, I shall enforce justice on heaven’s behalf.”

“And claim your life.”