The Imperial Martial Pill Venerable

"My name is... Nanle."

"Nanle. Sounds like ’no joy.’ Heh, not a very good name."

Qin Ya smiled faintly, then took out an Elixir and had him take it. After helping him up, he said, "Go wait for me outside."

"How dare you injure the young master and trespass in the Wang Family! Get him!"

Seeing this, a lackey next to Wang Zilu roared furiously. Only then did the other Wang Family disciples snap back to their senses, clamoring as they charged forward.

"Beat him to death!"

"An outsider has broken in! Get him!"

Seeing this, Nanle unthinkingly blocked Qin Ya’s path and said anxiously, "Benefactor, I’ll hold them off! You should go, quickly!"

Qin Ya was taken aback. He then took a serious look at the slender, fair-featured youth. He could tell that Nanle was only at the Human Element Realm. In front of so many Wang Family disciples, he was as weak and insignificant as an ant.

Yet, he had managed to overcome his fear, standing resolutely before Qin Ya to repay the debt of having his life saved. Such character was truly rare. Qin Ya smiled faintly, a sense of admiration welling up inside him.

"Damn it, just a human target! Get lost!"

"You bastard! I could slap you to death with one palm!"

"Hmph. We’ll just kill them both."

A look of terror appeared on Nanle’s face, but he didn’t retreat a single step.

Seeing this, Qin Ya placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back. As he looked at the charging group of Wang Family disciples, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Back... down!"

With that shout, the Cultivation of the Spiritual Element Perfect Realm erupted. Boundless True Essence surged, and waves of energy burst from his body, rushing out in all directions. The faces of the Wang Family disciples filled with horror. They felt a colossal force slam into them, and their bodies were thrown back uncontrollably.

BANG, BANG, BANG...

A dozen or so Wang Family disciples were sent flying and crashed to the ground. Some turned pale as a sheet and coughed up blood, fainting on the spot. The scene stunned everyone present.

Gazing at the youth who was about his own age, Nanle’s eyes filled with shock and a trace of envy. ’If I had such power, how could I have ever become a slave, a human target?’

WHOOSH...

Several Martial Artists of the Spiritual Element Realm rushed out from the Wang Family crowd, blocking Qin Ya’s way. One of them glanced at the wailing figures on the ground, a grave look in his eyes. He faced Qin Ya and asked, "Your Excellency, what grudge do you have with our Wang Family?"

"Enough talk! Kill him!"

Before Qin Ya could speak, a young man wearing Profound Iron Fist Gloves shouted. His True Essence churned, and his fists, wreathed in raging Flames, shot toward Qin Ya.

"Playing with fire in front of me? Hmph." With a cold snort, Qin Ya clenched his fist. Purple Flames coiled around it as he, too, threw a punch.

The two fists collided, and the immense force kicked up a shockwave. The purple Flames actually devoured the Wang Family youth’s own fire. The man turned pale with fright. He let out a strange cry and tried to retreat, but Qin Ya caught him with a reverse grip. His body involuntarily pitched forward, right into a knee strike aimed at his handsome face.

"AHHH!!"

The youth’s face twisted in agony. Blood streamed from his nose and mouth, and his eyes were filled with terror. A Spiritual Element Realm Martial Artist couldn’t even last a single move against Qin Ya. This left everyone present utterly aghast.

"Damn it! This person’s strength is no small matter. Everyone, attack together!"

Several Spiritual Element Realm Martial Artists swarmed forward. Qin Ya neither dodged nor evaded. He slowly raised his right hand, and an incomparably cold chill suddenly erupted.

"Heavenly Cold Earth Freeze!"

A massive, light-blue handprint materialized and blasted forward.

Seeing this, the attackers’ expressions changed. The incredibly potent cold was eroding their bodies, and even their True Essence felt sluggish.

"This is bad!"

Their faces filled with terror, they immediately unleashed their strongest killing moves. In an instant, Blade Qi, Fist Force, and Palm Wind struck one after another. The Wang Family disciples with insufficient Cultivation turned pale and scrambled to retreat.

Amidst a thunderous roar, a wave of cold energy spread out, and the surrounding temperature plummeted. The crowd felt as if they had been plunged into the dead of winter, a chill of horror piercing their hearts.

A thick layer of Frost had actually condensed on the bodies of the Spiritual Element Realm Martial Artists who had tried to block Qin Ya. Their eyes were filled with fear as they trembled uncontrollably.

Qin Ya smiled indifferently. "Besides Wang Yan, the Wang Family is only left with these useless rice bags? This is a First-Class Noble Family of the Imperial Capital? What a disappointment."

"Junior, don’t be so arrogant!"

Just then, a deep, powerful voice rang out. A decrepit-looking, green-robed elder appeared, raising his hand to send a palm strike of immense power flying toward Qin Ya.

"Excellent! It’s the Seventh Elder!"

"The Seventh Elder is an Earth Element Realm Perfection Martial Artist! He can definitely defeat this ignorant madman!"

"That’s right! How dare he bully the Wang Family at our own doorstep! We’ll make him pay!"

. . . . . .

"Junior, face your death."

Facing the immense palm strike, Qin Ya’s expression was devoid of joy or sorrow—a mask of pure indifference. His True Essence circulated, and an incomparably cold energy condensed in his hand. Even the ground beneath his feet began to freeze as layers of Frost spread outward.

"Heavenly Cold Earth Freeze!"

He struck with the same palm technique, but its power was incomparably greater. The Wang Family members were shocked, not having expected that Qin Ya’s previous strike was not his full strength.

Heavenly Cold Earth Freeze was an Earth-Level Top Palm Technique, its power immeasurable.

Qin Ya’s current comprehension of the Frost Great Trend had only reached Minor Achievement, limiting the power he could display. However, it was still enough to contend with an Earth Element Realm Perfection Martial Artist.

The two palms met, and both were forced back!

The green-robed elder stared at Qin Ya in shock. "Spiritual Element Perfection!"

It wasn’t that Qin Ya’s Cultivation was too high—it was too low!

He was an Earth Element Realm Perfection Martial Artist, a full Great Realm above Qin Ya! Yet, Qin Ya had met his palm strike head-on without being at a disadvantage.

HISS...

The people around them all gasped. Where did this demon-like talent come from?

"It’s you... Qin Ya!"

At that moment, Wang Zilu pushed past the crowd, staring at Qin Ya and grinding out the words through clenched teeth.

As soon as he spoke, the crowd was stunned pale, and a wave of discussion immediately rose and fell.

"So that’s Qin Ya. He’s really as young as the rumors say."

"The hottest topic in the Imperial Capital recently, the Young National Hero, the Seventh-Grade Alchemist Qin Ya... and the murderer who killed Young Master Wang Yan."

"Why would he come to the Wang Family?"

The Wang Family disciples were all murmuring, their gazes toward Qin Ya a mixture of jealousy, shock, and resentment. The youth before them had undoubtedly reached a height they might never achieve in their entire lives.

. . . . . .

"Qin Ya?! So it’s Teacher Qin."

The green-robed elder’s expression shifted slightly. He immediately softened his tone and said, "May I ask what business brings Teacher Qin to our Wang Family? Is there something you need?"

He had no choice but to bow his head. Qin Ya’s current status was too sensitive, and the powers he represented were too formidable. The Royal Family, Mingxin Academy, the Red Flame Army—any single one of them was enough to bring ruin upon the Wang Family.

"I came to find someone."

"Oh? And who might Teacher Qin be looking for?"

"Wang Yuanhong!"

Wang Zilu’s expression flickered. "Why are you looking for my mother?"

"To kill her!"