Chapter 19: Tang Jing's Slap!

  In the evening, dusk falls.

  Bathed in the pale golden sunset, Tang Jing wandered aimlessly in the mountains of Qingyu Gate, having plain tea and bland meals for several days. He yearned to eat meat and drink wine, but unfortunately, none were available here. What could he do? Tang Jing thought hard, trying to come up with a solution. After some deliberation, he suddenly remembered that fat Wang fellow he met two days ago.

  That guy eats so much, he should be able to get meat and wine, right?

  Tang Qing still remembered that Wang Huzi was an outer disciple, but as for where the outer gate was located, he wasn't clear either. He also didn't know if Shangguan Qixue did it on purpose or not. Tang Qing discovered that the courtyard he lived in was actually deep in the mountains and forests, completely isolated from the outside world. Except for Biyi, he hadn't seen any other disciples come here before.

  Tang Qing arrived at the place where he last met Wang Baozi, relying on his memory. After recalling, it seemed that Wang Baozi came from the west side. So, he slowly strolled towards the west side of the mountain forest. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Tang Qing saw four or five disciples in front of him, not far away, on a flat area. They all had their chests open and were sweating profusely, practicing hard, seemingly performing the same Green Fist that Bi Yi had demonstrated to him a few days ago.

  "Hey! A few brothers, do you know a person named Wang Kuan?"

  Tang Qing walked over and asked them about Wang Baozi's whereabouts.

  "Are you looking for Wang Baozi?" One of the disciples stopped, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and looked Tang Qing up and down, saying "Who are you? I've never seen you before."

  "I've just arrived for a few days."

  "What's up with Wang Baozi?"

  "It's a bit of a private matter."

  The disciple did not ask further and instead shouted towards the mountain forest, "Wang Baozi, come out, someone is looking for you."

  At this time, a voice came from the weeds not far away, "Zhang Shixiong, who is looking for me? Wait! I'll be done soon." As the voice fell, a person walked out of the weeds. This person was relatively fat, oily and shiny, with his upper body exposed. When he stood up, his fat shook back and forth. It was Wang Kuan. He tied his belt, lifted his head, and walked towards this side.

  "Who is it? Who's looking for me?"

  Wang Baozi suddenly saw a familiar figure in the distance with a smile on his face waving at him, and he couldn't help but be stunned, exclaiming, "Tang Qing, how is it you!" Wang Baozi never expected Tang Qing to come looking for him, and now he was most afraid of getting entangled with Tang Qing, because now the several big shots outside were all looking for him. It seemed as if he had realized that he had misspoken, Wang Baozi's eyes widened in shock, immediately covering his mouth, but it was too late. The several disciples who were practicing nearby stopped when they heard the two words "Tang Qing".

  "King Baozi? What did you just call him? Tang Qing?"

  "Zhang Shixiong, you heard wrong, I don't know him!" Wang Huzi hastily shook his head in denial. If the several big shots outside knew that he and Tang Qing were acquainted but hadn't reported it, wouldn't he...

  "Did you hear wrong? Do you think Zhang Ting's ears are deaf?"

  Zhang Ting's disciple let out a cold snort, turned around and stared at Tang Qing. The other disciples did the same. Outer sect disciples had been searching for Tang Qing all day without any news, never expecting to run into him here.

  "You're the Tang Qing who was almost betrothed to be the adopted son of the Upper Official's family, aren't you?" Zhang Ting said with an unpleasant tone.

  "What's wrong with that?" Zhang Ting's tone couldn't help but raise Tang Jian's eyebrows slightly. He had been coming to Qingyu Gate for a long time, and he had always been honest and hadn't offended anyone, so why was this guy speaking to him in such a tone?

  "I originally thought that being a personally appointed disciple of the Sect Master would be something extraordinary, but it turns out to be nothing special after all!"

  The guy in front of him looks ordinary, thin and weak, pale and clean, similar to a bookworm. It's said that his qualifications aren't even as good as those of an average disciple? Zhang Ting really can't understand how someone like this could be favored by the master of the Upper Court.

  When Zhang Ting said that, Tang Qing only realized that it was his own disciple who had caused the trouble. He smiled faintly and didn't bother to respond, walking over to pat Wang Kuan on the shoulder and saying, "Fatty, can I ask a favor of you?"

  "This... you've got the wrong person, I don't know you!" Wang shouted loudly, then quickly whispered, "Hurry up and leave! If they find out that I know you, I'll be dead meat!"

  "Is it that serious?"

  Seeing Wang Baozi's expression of wanting to cry but having no tears, Tang was speechless. That Upper Official Gui Xue said something about getting a personally transmitted disciple for me, but in the end, it didn't work out and instead became the public enemy of the outer sect disciples. Now even the only person I know, Wang Baozi, doesn't dare to associate with me, where can I go to get wine and meat?

  Since things have come to this, he didn't want to implicate Fatso either. He patted Fatso's shoulder and was about to leave when Zhang Ting immediately stopped him.

  "We've been searching for you all day, Li Shao, and you're just going to leave like this?"

  Zhang Ting smiled, with his arms around him, looking at Tang Qing with a proud and arrogant attitude.

  "Looking for me?" Tang Jing narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow deeply, "What are you looking for me for?"

  "Oh, nothing in particular, it's just that our Li Shao really wants to get to know you, so, please?"

  "Li Shao? Don't know him, no interest!" Tang Jing shook his head and left directly.

  "Halt! Did I say you could leave?"

  Zhang Ting let out a loud shout, but Tang Qing didn't even turn his head and continued to leave.

  "Hmm!" Zhang Ting gave a signal with his eyes to the other few disciples, and the four of them took several strides to block Tang Qing again!

  Those who know Tang Qing almost all know that this guy absolutely has a bad temper, and he won't get angry easily. However, now he just wants to find some small wine to drink, but was blocked by these few bastards in front of him, which makes him somewhat unhappy.

  "You're also a sensible person, don't refuse a toast or you'll be punished with a penalty drink!"

  Zhang Ting and others made a big show of it, as if they were going to use force to make Tang Jing go back with them.

  "Hah!" Tang Qing sneered, narrowing his eyes to scan the four people with a careless smile. "Young folks shouldn't be so hot-headed, I'm actually thinking of having a drink, whether it's a toast or a penalty drink is fine, how are you planning to get me to down that penalty drink?"

  "What are you! A guy who isn't even qualified to be ordinary, and yet you dare to show off in front of me Zhang Ting? I think you're looking for death!" Outside the door, Zhang Ting had Li Shao backing him up, so he lived a very carefree life, with few people daring to disrespect him. Under these circumstances, Zhang Ting swung his fist!

  "Little rabbit! When I was fighting, your ancestor's dad was still playing with mud, dare to fight with me!"

  Tang Jing's face, which was originally smiling and cheerful, instantly turned cold with anger. His eyebrows were raised in a fierce scowl as he slapped the person with a loud "slap". The person didn't even know what happened, only feeling a numbness on their right cheek before falling to the ground.

  No one expected the outcome to be like this. Zhang Ting's cultivation was not high, only at the third layer of foundation building. Although this level of cultivation was mediocre in the outer sect, it had already reached a certain level of strength. His skin was as hard as leather, and his internal force could reach over 300 kilograms. If the opponent wasn't a cultivator, they wouldn't be able to withstand such a strong force. But Tang Jing, who looked weak and frail, didn't seem to have any cultivation at all. It was just an ordinary slap, without any technique or skill, yet it sent Zhang Ting flying to the ground. Moreover, his entire right cheek had swollen up, with five clear finger marks visible.

  How is this possible!

  Zhang Ting can exert a force of three hundred catties, and after tempering his skin, his body can also withstand a force of three hundred catties. How could he possibly be slapped swollen by an ordinary person?

  The other three disciples were stunned on the spot, looking at Zhang Ting who fell to the ground in shock, at a loss for what to do. Wang Baozi, standing far away, stared with his eyes wide open and mouth agape, not daring to believe what was happening before his eyes.

  Tang Qing now has the body of a nine-tribulation scattered immortal, and unless it's an immortal from the ninth heaven, no one can shake him in the slightest. Although his cultivation is completely lost and his physical body is very weak, after all, he is the body of a nine-tribulation scattered immortal, and after experiencing the baptism of the nine heavens' tribulations, the strength of his physical body is absolutely unimaginable to ordinary people. If he were to slap with all his might, even a hundred Zhang Tings would be reduced to mush!