Shameless Old Dog

Han Qingshan's face was cold as he remarked, "Young people should handle their own affairs. You wouldn't want to interfere, would you?" His gaze swept over Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao, acquaintances he had encountered multiple times during gatherings in the imperial capital.

Before Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao could respond, Han Qingshan continued, "Now that you've been expelled from the Formation Master Association, how does it feel? If you shamelessly interfere in my granddaughter's affairs, don't expect me to value our old friendship."

He then glanced at Lin Zixuan and Jiang Wan. As the vice principal of the Imperial Capital Immortal Martial Academy, one of the top five prestigious schools in Xia Kingdom, Han Qingshan naturally recognized Jiang Wan. He deduced that the woman standing beside her was Lin Zixuan, the dean of Linzhou Immortal Martial Academy.

"You two should stay on the sidelines. Don't make me destroy you," he warned. "This boy is on our academy's kill list. My granddaughter will handle him alone. No one else is allowed to interfere. If this boy has any skill, he's welcome to fight back!" Han Qingshan's tone was icy.

He believed Horn's cultivation level was only in the Innate Realm, and even if he were wrong and Horn had reached the early stage of the Sea Transformation Realm, he was still no match for Han Ziyi.

Mr. Wei and Mr. Qiao exchanged uneasy glances. Han Qingshan's confidence was misguided. Did he really think a Sea Transformation Realm cultivator could stand against someone in the Creation Realm?

"Han Qingshan, are you sure this is a matter for young people?" Mr. Wei asked. "Will you refrain from interfering later?"

Han Qingshan snorted, "I'm the vice principal of the Imperial Capital Immortal Martial Academy. I keep my word. My granddaughter is here to end this boy's life, and I'm here to reclaim the Seven-Colored Immortal Tower for our academy. With Linzhou Immortal Martial Academy now defunct, it's time the tower returned to us."

Lin Zixuan and Jiang Wan frowned. They had suspected Horn's cultivation was at least in the Late Stage of the Creation Realm, but they were still uncertain of his true power. Could he really defeat Han Qingshan? They were worried—if Horn couldn't, no one else here stood a chance.

"What's wrong? Are you unwilling to commit suicide? Must I do it myself?" Han Ziyi taunted, drawing a cyan sword from her side. The aura of the Sea Transformation Realm Late Stage surged around her as she sneered at Horn.

Horn stood calmly under the moonlight, his eyes deep, his expression untroubled as the breeze rustled his clothes.

Seeing his calmness, Han Ziyi scoffed, "You're putting on airs! I heard you once gifted your Infinite Purple Eyes to Young Master Qin. Those eyes don't belong to someone like you. If you'd stayed blind in seclusion, you might have lived out your days. But you came out, and now we'll send you to the afterlife."

With that, Han Ziyi launched herself at Horn with her sword, moving at the speed of a Sea Transformation Realm Late Stage cultivator, aiming for his throat. She didn't bother using any combat techniques, confident that someone like Horn wasn't worth the effort.

Han Qingshan watched with narrowed eyes, certain of his granddaughter's victory. Meanwhile, Mr. Wei, Mr. Qiao, and the others silently cursed Han Qingshan and his granddaughter's foolishness.

The sword tip drew closer to Horn, and a smug smile appeared on Han Ziyi's face. But just as it was about to reach him, Horn raised his right hand, effortlessly catching the blade between his index and middle fingers, stopping Han Ziyi in her tracks.

Han Ziyi's shock was evident as Horn effortlessly snapped the blade in two. The blue sword, which even an early-stage Sky Control Realm cultivator couldn't break, shattered in his hands. Han Ziyi's eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth agape.

Han Qingshan, stunned, watched as Horn flicked the broken blade back at Han Ziyi. Despite his furious attempt to protect her, he was too late. The blade pierced through her shoulder, sending her sprawling to the ground, blood spraying into the air.

"Ah!" Han Ziyi screamed in pain, her face pale.

Han Qingshan, now shielding his injured granddaughter, glared at Horn, his eyes narrowed. "You little bastard! You've hidden your true strength. You're at least in the Late Stage of the Sky Control Realm."

Horn smiled coldly. "What a shameless old dog. Are you planning to interfere in a matter between young people now? Which dog just said that young people should handle their own affairs? Good, now I have a reason to kill you."

Han Qingshan was taken aback by Horn's words. Horn then looked at Han Ziyi, who was struggling to stand. "Do you know why I didn't pierce your throat just now?" he asked.

Han Ziyi, trying to regain her composure, sneered, "Don't try to scare my grandfather. You didn't kill me because you're afraid of the consequences. I'm the proud daughter of the Imperial Capital Immortal Martial Academy. If you kill me, you'll be hunted down, and everyone around you will be implicated. Am I right?"

Horn glanced at Lin Zixuan and the others, then back at Han Ziyi. "Is there something wrong with her brain?" he asked dryly. "You're Song Ruoyan's best friend, aren't you? Since we're acquaintances, I'll treat you accordingly. Didn't your confidence come from this old dog? When he becomes a dead dog, I want to see how desperate you'll be."

He paused, his voice turning even colder. "As an acquaintance, I won't let you die easily."