A wise man once said, “The coming is easy, simple, and vigorous… However, it’s the going after a blatant disrespect that is hard.”
Right now, that is exactly how Randy and his minions are feeling. They came with their shoulders held high, ready to destroy a brat who seemed to be after their jewel.
But instead of having their way, their pride and dreams are now shattered beyond repair. Not only are they unable to do anything to him, but they also risk losing their memberships—something they cannot afford.
Kent laughed, his voice dripping with ridicule…
“Let me guess… You losers came here thinking you could use your wealth to have your way. Lol… Sometimes I forget how poor these rich and overly privileged kids can be,” Kent said, glancing at Ingrid, who was looking back at him with a shocked expression.
“Sorry, fellas, I am richer than your families combined, so next time, cut your coat according to your size,” Kent said. He wasn’t ready to let this slide.
He knew from high school that if you let your bullies keep bullying you for long, they would see themselves as supreme. So he made it clear now—he wasn’t about to let the rich and privileged have their way with him.
They had money, but he was richer. He could only watch them despair since they couldn’t beat him in that field.
As expected, the manager came and gently led the disciples out. She wasn’t about to pass up on 500 million.
If there are rich brats, then there is a rich, arrogant chaos dragon currently willing to give her 500 million. She will become the employee of the decade at this point.
After Randy and his minions were led away, Ingrid sighed.
“You do know that after leaving this place, everyone will want to kill you, right?” she said, but Kent just brushed it off.
“They shouldn’t opt for a deathmatch, though. Defeating them will suffice, considering I don’t want to anger some truly dangerous people, like the Tower Masters, by going on a killing spree,” Kent said, taking his last bite.
“Are you looking down on core disciples?” Ingrid asked.
“No… but I don’t think they should look down on me, though. You know what they say, appearances can be deceiving sometimes.”
Of course, Kent was looking down on them. It was his arrogance getting the best of him.
But if you were to ask whether he had the qualifications to look down on them… the answer is yes. Most of the core disciples have just entered the next stage of their cultivation.
Most were at the peak of the Root Sage cultivation realm, with a few already at the Root Great Sage realm. However, none could boast of possessing prowess like Kent.
In the path of swordsmanship, he possessed all three Aspects: Sword Qi, Sword Intent, and Sword Body. That alone was enough for him to compare himself to a Sword Saint.
“You should be careful… I can’t save you from everyone,” Ingrid said, bringing a smile to Kent’s face.
“The fact that you even consider saving me makes all the difference here,” Kent said, teasing her. As expected, Ingrid blushed slightly, but she turned away from him.
“I only hope you can be this arrogant later on.” Ingrid stood up and was ready to leave, but Kent held her hand and dragged her closer to him before holding onto her waist.
He moved her closer to himself and gently brushed his thumb across her lips before licking it… The action was so seductive that Ingrid’s body shuddered in his grip.
“You should pay attention to how you eat… You wouldn’t want to leave food remains on your lips,” Kent said, still holding her close to his body.
Ingrid, who had been in a state of shock throughout the dinner, wasn’t aware of the food that remained stuck to her lips.
Kent smiled at her expression and then let go of her waist, making sure his hands brushed across her butt, giving it a gentle massage.
Ingrid’s body shuddered again, but Kent just smiled and dragged her away, holding her hand. Now that he was done eating, he could only continue with the tour.
“Here you go, as promised,” Kent said, handing over the 500 million spirit stones to the manager under the shocked expressions of all the workers present.
“I really enjoyed the food here. I will come back soon, perhaps with a few friends. I hope we will be treated well.” The manager and the workers nodded.
Kent nodded back at them and walked away, holding Ingrid’s hand. The workers could only stare at him with gazes filled with reverence.
500 million… each worker would be earning a couple of millions then. They were super excited.
The manager quickly changed her clothes and left to report this to the Pavilion Owner, one of the most powerful people on the human continent.
“You can let go of my hand now. Any more, and you will be asking for your own death,” Ingrid said as they left the pavilion.
“Nope. How else am I going to tell everyone you are now mine?” Kent said, looking at her.
“Who said I am yours?” Ingrid asked with a raised eyebrow.
“So you’re telling me you wouldn’t want to experience what you saw at that auction house?” Kent asked.
“That…” Ingrid’s voice faltered. Indeed, she wanted that dick inside her. She just didn’t know how to go about it yet.
Of course, she was also holding back because of her master. Her master was practically her mother, and she wanted her permission first.
Though she craved him, her obedience to her master was something she didn’t take for granted. Her master was a monster…
She made Ingrid into everything she was and is now, so no matter what, she wouldn’t disobey her master—even if it was for her carnal desires.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to leave you hanging like that. Though I didn’t know who you were back then, I always had you in my mind and planned to look for you. Now that I have you in my arms, you’ll soon be screaming in my bed,” Kent laughed, making Ingrid blush deeply.
Unfortunately, they were out of the pavilion, so all the disgraced disciples waiting outside saw this sight, and it burned their hearts to the core.
“Brat, let go of Big Sister Ingrid’s hand!” A spear arrived in front of Kent, threatening to impale him to the ground. However, no one other than Randy caught it.
Kent, however, didn’t even flinch.
“You are Kent,” Randy said. “I am Randy, and I challenge you to a duel. If you have the balls, accept, and let’s see if you can remain standing,” he challenged, and the whole place turned quiet.
It was very sudden and perhaps impulsive, but they all wanted to hear Kent’s answer. They were very angry at the moment…
Kent looked at Randy from head to toe and smirked.
“Why don’t we put some stakes on it?” Kent said, showing he had accepted the challenge.
“If you win, I will give you my spot in the upcoming sect competition,” Randy declared, making everyone gape in shock.
There were over 100 core disciples in the sect, and only 27 were selected to represent the Divine Palace Sect, with Randy being one of the 27. So, offering his spot… was just too much.
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