Upon seeing Murong Qiang, Yuan Ye immediately turned around and cupped his hands towards Xu Zijing. "Brother Zijing, I came to you today just to inquire about my disqualification. Sorry for the disturbance." Xu Zijing was extremely intelligent and immediately cupped his hands in return. "Brother Yuan, if you have something to attend to, you may leave first." Yuan Ye, Rui Xi bid farewell to Xu Zijing and his sister and walked directly towards Murong Qiang and the little rascal. The little rascal joyfully leaped into Rui Xi's arms at once. "Little rascal, how many ores did you find?" Rui Xi hugged the little rascal, also laughing. Yuan Ye looked at Murong Qiang with a rather solemn expression. "Little Qiang, there's something. We need to talk back at home." "It's definitely not good news. If it were good news, you'd never come to me," Murong Qiang looked at Yuan Ye warily. "Damn it!" Inside the newly - occupied tavern, Yuan Ye, Rui Xi, and Murong Qiang were seated in a private room. The little rascal was naturally there as well. "Xi'er, the enemy of your parents has arrived. Let's avenge them." "Who?" Rui Xi looked at Yuan Ye, her eyes full of confusion. "The adopted son of Cui Zhihao." Rui Xi's body visibly shuddered. Yuan Ye directly looked at Murong Qiang and said solemnly, "Little Qiang, make me a sword, the best one. I might be fighting a Martial Emperor. If I die, I'll haunt you even as a ghost. Also, quickly make a set of bows and arrows for Rui Xi. At least the arrow feathers shouldn't be shattered by a Martial Emperor - level expert." Yuan Ye understood that with the great battle approaching, it was clearly too late to cultivate at this time, but refining divine weapons was still possible. With his current strength, with the help of divine weapons, even if he fought Cheng Hui to the death again, he might not lose. Even if he lost, he would let Rui Xi avenge her mother with her own hands. In the previous few times, Rui Xi's arrow feathers were shattered. As long as the arrow feathers weren't so fragile, even a Martial Emperor might not be able to avoid them. Murong Qiang took out pieces of ore from a spatial ring he had just refined and frowned. "These ores are better than refined steel, but they're far from enough if we're going to fight a Martial Emperor. I don't have the materials." Yuan Ye took out his Thunder Tribulation Sword and said, "How about the material of this sword?" Murong Qiang took it and examined it back and forth, with a smile on his face. "Hongxin heavy iron. It's a good ore for refining sacred weapons. Unfortunately, this sword was simply made by melting the ore and casting it into the shape of a sword. What a waste of such good material." "You're so picky. I must tell you that this sword is quite famous in Hun Luo Province. Refine it again for me, and don't make it worse." "Relax, relax," Murong Qiang nodded repeatedly. Yuan Ye let out a long sigh of relief and said, "You all stay here. I'm going to meet that Jiang Zan. If his character is okay and he's not as handsome as me, I won't kill him. If he's not a good person and is too handsome, well..." Yuan Ye turned around with a cold laugh. "Roar, roar..." The little rascal also laughed mischievously and wanted to follow. But Yuan Ye turned his head. "I'm not going to fight him to the death now. I can't defeat him. What are you going for?" The little rascal lowered its head and ran to Rui Xi in a very low - key manner. Yuan Ye smiled and went out alone. Outside the residence where Jiang Zan was staying, Yuan Ye was sitting in a teahouse, slowly sipping tea. After waiting for about three hours, a burly young man in a purple robe walked out, surrounded by a group of people. This young man had cold and sharp eyes, held his head high, and looked arrogantly upwards. His purple robe was open at the chest, revealing his strong muscles and intimidating chest hair. He looked rather ferocious. "En, he's definitely not as handsome as I am," Yuan Ye smiled at the corner of his mouth and said to the waiter in the teahouse beside him, "Is that Jiang Zan?" "Oh dear, young master. You can't just casually mention Lord Jiang Zan's name. And don't point at him like this. If his people notice, you'll surely end up with broken arms or legs." "Wow, is it that exaggerated? So I guessed right?" Yuan Ye smiled at the corner of his mouth, left a few silver coins, and walked away with a flick of his sleeves. On the street, Yuan Ye stood in the path that Jiang Zan was taking. He looked around, aimed at a beggar and said, "Hey, if you touch that person, I'll give you a gold coin. How about that?" A gold coin was equivalent to ten thousand copper coins. When the beggar heard this, even though he knew the other person's status was unusual, he immediately nodded. At worst, he'd just get beaten up. The beggar walked over without hesitation. "Hmm?" Before Jiang Zan, a guard frowned when he saw the beggar approaching slowly. Suddenly, he roared, "Get lost!" The beggar gritted his teeth and rushed towards Jiang Zan. "Seeking death!" The guard's eyes turned cold. He took a big step forward and kicked the beggar, sending him flying. "Humph, I thought it was someone who had no chance of winning the first place in the Hundred Young Elites Battle and was trying to assassinate me. I didn't expect it was just a beggar who doesn't know any martial skills at all," Jiang Zan shook his head and sighed. He no longer looked at the beggar and turned to leave. Who would have thought that the beggar, ignoring his injuries, got up again and rushed towards Jiang Zan. "Boom!" A dark shadow flashed by, and the beggar was kicked away by the guard again. Jiang Zan frowned and looked at the beggar. "Beggar, what do you want?" "I... I just want to touch you," the beggar stammered. "How dare you! Look at your filthy hands," a guard was about to rush forward and beat him up, but Jiang Zan stopped him. "Fine. I'll let you touch me." The beggar was overjoyed and stretched out his hand without hesitation. But as soon as he stretched it out, Jiang Zan grabbed it fiercely. "Crack!" The sound of bones breaking rang out, and the beggar's face twisted in pain. "Have you touched me? Are you satisfied?" Jiang Zan sneered, looking at the beggar with a playful look like a cat playing with a mouse. "Tell me, who dares to play this game with me?" The beggar, trembling, pointed at Yuan Ye with his other hand. "Him..." "Hmm?" Jiang Zan and the guards all looked at Yuan Ye. "Damn it. You have no principles at all. You betrayed me just like that?" Yuan Ye pointed at the beggar gloomily. "Who are you?" Jiang Zan looked at Yuan Ye with a smile on his face, but his eyes had already locked onto Yuan Ye tightly. "Just passing by. None of your business," Yuan Ye mumbled. Jiang Zan's face suddenly turned cold, and at the same time, a terrifying fighting intent enveloped Yuan Ye. "Why not tell me your purpose? I don't like games." "Damn it. I was just testing your self - cultivation. There's no need to be so hostile. Why don't we find a place and have a drink? I'll be the host," Yuan Ye immediately became gloomy. He came this time just to see if Jiang Zan deserved to die, but he hadn't planned to fight him to the death yet. Now that the Thunder Tribulation Sword was not with him and the little rascal was absent, it was too difficult for him to fight an expert suspected to be a Martial Emperor empty - handed. "Testing my self - cultivation? Are you worthy?" Jiang Zan sneered, took a step forward, and the terrifying pressure grew even stronger. "If being soft doesn't work, then be hard," Yuan Ye made up his mind and immediately raised his powerful aura to oppose Jiang Zan. At the same time, he said in a deep voice, "Jiang Zan, I didn't want to fight you to the death at first. But if you insist on provoking me, you'll regret it." Unexpectedly, as Yuan Ye's aura rose, Jiang Zan's fighting intent grew even higher. "Ha ha, I didn't expect you to be an expert. I love fighting against experts," Jiang Zan sneered, and suddenly pulled out a full - moon scimitar from his waist. An oppressive pressure rushed towards Yuan Ye from Jiang Zan. The full - moon scimitar emitted a cold and clear glow in his hand. "Killing is also a kind of pleasure." "Damn you. You're determined to fight me no matter what, right?" Yuan Ye immediately became gloomy. At the same time, he threw out six gold coins. "Beggar, although you betrayed me right away, I won't hold it against you. One gold coin is for our agreement, and five gold coins are for you to see a doctor." Jiang Zan looked coldly at Yuan Ye, and Yuan Ye also looked at Jiang Zan. Their auras confronted each other in the air, producing dull explosions. "There are too many people on this street. It's not suitable for a fight. Also, you have a knife. Damn it. I have nothing. Do you think it's fun to fight like this? Why don't we fight in ten or eight years? I promise I won't run away," Yuan Ye said with a gloomy face.