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Jiang Chen had naturally lost interest in these magical artifacts, weapons, elixirs, and martial arts techniques. Even Qin Xiaoya had raised her standards and showed little interest in the treasures of the Hidden Sect.
As Jiang Chen approached the stall of the Divine Medicine Valley, Lu Shi hurriedly introduced each type of elixir to him. Thanks to Jiang Chen's guidance, the alchemy skills at Divine Medicine Valley had indeed improved significantly.
"Not bad," Jiang Chen remarked as he observed each elixir. It was truly impressive that such potions could be refined on Earth.
Suddenly, a voice rang out with a mocking tone, "Ah, this must be the famous Mr. Jiang."
At that moment, Jiang Chen was already the center of attention. When someone called out to him in such a manner, everyone turned their gaze to see who it was, and many were startled by the sight.
Leading the way were four large wolves clearing a path, causing people to step aside. Following behind them were about ten individuals.
At the forefront was an elderly man draped in black with a wolf-head cloak. He appeared to be in his sixties, with short gray hair and a stern square face. His eyes resembled those of a wolf; anyone caught in his gaze would feel uneasy.
"It's the leader of Tianlang Palace, Shangguan Yao," someone exclaimed.
Tianlang Palace held a position among the Hidden Sects that could easily rank in the top three. Known for its ruthless and domineering reputation, it was infamous; no Hidden Sect dared to confront Tianlang Palace.
The events surrounding the Sword Immortal Ruins demonstrated this clearly. When Tianlang Palace took action, other Hidden Sects seemed to lose their momentum. It truly echoed the saying: even the mightiest fear those who are unafraid of death. In the eyes of those Hidden Sects, Tianlang Palace was akin to a group of reckless individuals—cold-blooded wolves.
Anyone who provoked these cold-blooded wolves would not end up well.
Many members of the Hidden Sects stepped aside, their gazes darting between Jiang Chen and Shangguan Yao, both tense and expectant. Rumor had it that Shangguan Yao had already entered the Transcendent Realm, while Jiang Chen's cultivation level was also unfathomable. If these two were to clash, it would surely be a battle for the ages.
Encounters at the Divine Realm were already rare; let alone battles at the Transcendent Realm—such occurrences were few and far between. Everyone was filled with anticipation, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
Seeing Shangguan Yao caused many faces to turn somewhat unnatural. However, Jiang Chen remained calm and composed; even Lin Yin and others did not seem overly concerned.
Shangguan Yao approached Jiang Chen with a smile that seemed friendly but carried an unsettling chill. His sharp gaze locked onto Jiang Chen's.
"Do I know you?" Jiang Chen asked.
"My apologies for being abrupt. Allow me to introduce myself; I am Shangguan Yao, the leader of Tianlang Palace. It’s alright if you don’t know me; you should know my son, Shangguan Shen," he said with a faint smile.
"I have some recollection," Jiang Chen replied nonchalantly.
"Shangguan Shen is my son. A few years ago, before the Qinling Sword Immortal Ruins incident, he perished at your hands," Shangguan Yao continued smilingly, though his expression grew increasingly frosty.
"So you're here for revenge?" Jiang Chen asked without flinching.
"Revenge is not quite right; in martial arts contests, if one is outmatched and dies, it is deserved," Shangguan Yao maintained his smile as if he genuinely believed what he was saying.
Jiang Chen remained unfazed.
Shangguan Yao continued, "However, Mr. Jiang, as a person of your stature, it is beneath you to stoop to the level of my inept son. In your eyes, he is likely no more than an insignificant ant. Why bother crushing an ant?"
There was a sudden hint of sorrow in Shangguan Yao's tone, though it was unclear whether he felt pity for Jiang Chen or for his son who had passed away years ago.
"You are correct, but there is one more thing you should understand," Jiang Chen replied, pausing for a moment.
"Oh? What is that?" Shangguan Yao asked curiously.
"In my eyes, you and your son are the same; both are merely ants. Ants should have the awareness of their own insignificance. Otherwise, being crushed is simply a matter of course," Jiang Chen stated calmly.
The smile on Shangguan Yao's face visibly stiffened, but he quickly regained his eerie grin and feigned humility. "Mr. Jiang speaks wisely, but sometimes ants can be quite capable. Haven't you heard the saying, 'A thousand-mile journey can be undermined by an ant's nest'?"
"That is not just one ant, but countless ants. If there were a million people like you at this moment, perhaps I would take notice," Jiang Chen replied, each word effectively countering Shangguan Yao's remarks. Inside, Shangguan Yao was seething with anger, yet he maintained an indifferent facade, unaware that his smile had become increasingly strained.
"Are you implying that even a million of me would not be your match?" Shangguan Yao asked.
"Even ten million of you would not be my match," Jiang Chen asserted with a calm yet definitive tone.
"Heh." Shangguan Yao suddenly laughed—a genuine laugh this time. Although he had heard about Mr. Jiang's arrogance and dominance, seeing it firsthand today was truly eye-opening; his boastfulness was astonishingly unrestrained.
"Mr. Jiang, don't say ten million of me; even ten million ordinary people wouldn't stand a chance," Shangguan Yao chuckled, finding Jiang Chen's arrogance advantageous for himself.
"If you wish, you can give it a try," Jiang Chen suggested.
"No need for such trouble; one Shangguan Yao is enough to test the waters. Mr. Jiang, at this martial arts conference, the purpose is to spar and compete. I hope to have a match with you; here is my challenge letter." Shangguan Yao produced a letter and handed it to Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen looked at Shangguan Yao and smiled. "It seems you still lack awareness. Do you really think I would accept a challenge from an ant?"
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