Is that how a wager works…? In a corner of the airport, Wang Sheng gradually became exasperated. In his previous life, Shi Qianzhang had likely perished at the hands of the Fire Sage and the Yin-Yang All-Creation Sect, preventing him from ever influencing the cultivation world. When Wang Sheng had cultivated through the internet, he had never even heard of Shi Qianzhang having such a huge reputation and being called Longhu Qianzhang. In this life, because of Wang Sheng's interference, Shi Qianzhang survived his fatal calamity. Now, he had found an opportunity to truly put his talents to use. A genuine large-scale, self-propelled, invincible, Sakura-Island-exclusive verbal cannon! After placing several talismans on himself, Shi Qianzhang was enveloped in golden light. In fluent Sakura Island dialect, he single-handedly traded insults with dozens of people. He never once lost the upper hand. On the contrary, he even drove several young women to tears! Several hot-blooded young men wanted to strike Shi Qianzhang, but the golden light blocked them completely, preventing them from coming closer. Though officially tasked with protecting foreign travelers, the police nearby also attempted to take action against Shi Qianzhang. However, after several attempts, their efforts all ended up in vain. Hence, they instead focused on dispersing the crowd. The shrieks of women could not suppress Shi Qianzhang's languid voice, and the furious roars of middle-aged men could not provoke the slightest anger in him. He remained calm and unhurried, "debating" without ever using foul language. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝙣𝙚𝙩 Completely composed, the gifted disciple of the Longhu Mountains continuously replaced his talismans, which emitted golden light but had no practical effect in actual combat. They merely prevented ordinary people from approaching him. Clearly, he had developed these low-grade talismans specifically for handling situations . Within half a minute, an elderly man from Sakura Island became so agitated upon seeing Shi Qianzhang in person that he clutched his chest. He drew in several sharp breaths before toppling backward. The surrounding crowd immediately parted, leaving a large open space. Two policemen quickly stepped forward to carry the old man away while shouting for medical personnel. Less than two minutes later, those who had realized that they could not best him in a war of words began "gifting" him glass, fruit, and bottled water from a distance. With his hands behind his back, Shi Qianzhang responded slowly and methodically to each point. The golden light around him blocked every object hurled his way. If one were to mute the noise and hide the flying objects, it would look as though a serene priest were preaching love and peace to his followers. Let them rage as they wish; the clear wind still brushes the mountain ridges. Let them be arrogant all they want; the bright moon still shines upon the Dajiang River. In the cultivation world, Wang Sheng had already reached the pinnacle among the younger generation. However, in the realm of verbal combat, he believed that he was still ninety-nine keyboard warriors away from the peak. He had no desire to climb to such a height, though. Over ten minutes of bickering later, the airport hall was now heavily congested; the crowd around Shi Qianzhang had grown ever larger. More police units had also arrived, persuading travelers not to get overly agitated. Normally, the instigator of such a disturbance would be taken away immediately. Due to Shi Qianzhang's special identity, however, the Sakura Island police dared not act rashly. In ancient times, Zhuge Liang debated with a host of scholars. Today, Longhu Qianzhang sparred verbally with a thousand Sakura Islanders. It was truly a feat to behold. Out of humanitarian concern and worried that too many Sakura Island citizens would be driven into mental breakdowns, Wang Sheng finally said, "Let's go." Until now, Shi Qianzhang had been maintaining the bearing of a lofty master. However, upon hearing Wang Sheng's instruction, he smiled ingratiatingly, nodded, and swaggered over. Many who were already on the verge of mental collapse turned to Wang Sheng. Wang Sheng could only pretend not to know the man. Truth be told, he had no idea how to even comment on the situation. In any case, Shi Qianzhang had been granted entry, and since he had not physically attacked anyone and was only defending himself, the Sakura Island police could not detain him. An elderly man in a suit craned his neck and shouted, "Get out of Sakura Island!" The crowd of men and women of all ages began chanting in unison. The cries rolled through the airport hall like waves, pressing toward Wang Sheng and Shi Qianzhang. Wang Sheng, who had already turned to leave, faintly snorted and glanced back. He looked calm, but his eyes had a trace of coldness. He fused a thread of his Heavenly Ziwei Sword Momentum with his immense Heavenly Abode Realm spiritual perception. Afterward, he released and spread it across the entire airport hall. He had no intention of harming anyone or damaging the peace between the two nations. This was merely a small warning to the Sakura Island citizens. Still, though the Heavenly Ziwei Sword Intent was not tyrannical, it was imbued with the dignity of an emperor. A mere trace of it instantly turned the entire hall into an icy cavern. The young men who were a bit closer to Wang Sheng and Shi Qianzhang turned pale. Their legs trembled, seemingly about to give out at any moment. Shi Qianzhang picked his nose and then elegantly flicked the booger aside. In Sakura Island's language, he calmly declared, "Feel free to use your social media to spread the news of my arrival on Sakura Island. Let those who shout about grinding my bones to dust come find me at will. "I, Shi Qianzhang, disciple of the Longhu Mountains, have no intention of provoking anyone. All I have ever done is speak the truth. You simply refuse to admit your own flaws. If you want to come after me, then by all means, be my guest. After all, my idol has come to visit Sakura Island for the first time. I would hate for his trip here to be too dull." Just as Wang Sheng was about to step through the revolving glass door, Shi Qianzhang hurried forward, bowed slightly, and held the door for him. Wang Sheng shot him a glare, then left the hall without a word. The Hua Republic cultivator in slippers and casual clothing appeared incredibly imposing to the hundreds in his presence. The silver-white long case on his back and his flowing hair only intensified his presence. "That's the cultivator who can control heavenly tribulations! He's come to Sakura Island!" a middle-aged man shouted in panic, shaking his phone wildly. "That's the one who killed a vampire prince, destroyed a Saros metropolis with heavenly lightning, and single-handedly wiped out one of the Blood Race's six great families!" "Wow… He's so handsome…" In front of the bus, Shi Qianzhang trembled as he held back his laughter. Wang Sheng couldn't understand what the people behind him were shouting, but he could roughly guess what had happened. "Don't ever do that again," Wang Sheng said flatly. "Don't worry, Brother Sheng. I just borrowed the tiger's might to scare them a little, so to speak." Shi Qianzhang chuckled. "Trust me, the culture here on Sakura Island worships the strong. The stronger and more domineering you are, the more they'll admire you. They've only been shouting back at me because I'm not strong enough. You, Brother Sheng, are on a different level." The two boarded the bus. Wang Sheng headed straight to the seat beside his senior sister, while Shi Qianzhang sat beside Huai Jing and Zhou Yinglong. After whispering a few words, Shi Qianzhang soon had the people around him laughing aloud. From the airport, they headed straight to their international hotel. Along the way, they saw the current state of Sakura Island. Perhaps due to the upheaval that the cultivation world had caused, its public security had regressed greatly compared to over a decade ago. Many walls were covered with graffiti painted in dark, chaotic styles and screaming faces that seemed to portray the despair and struggle of the nation's people. Even though they were in a suburban area, and it was still daytime, most shop shutters were closed. At certain street corners, disheveled youths loitered idly. Police cars patrolled frequently across the roads that had light traffic. Compared to the Hua Republic, which was stepping into the next stage of civilization, the disparity was striking. Mu Wanxuan sat quietly beside Wang Sheng, her arm resting against the window and her left hand propping her chin. The slender fingers of her right hand swiped gently across a projected screen, absorbed in a newly updated serialized comic. Unconsciously, Wang Sheng shifted his gaze from the scenery outside to admire the woman before him. He wanted to compose a poem for her, yet no words seemed to match even a hundredth of her beauty. "Haha! It's gone viral just like that?!" Shi Qianzhang's laughter broke the peaceful atmosphere. He rushed over to Wang Sheng with his phone, showing several news headlines dominating Sakura Island's major portals. Shocking! Executor of Heavenly Tribulation Appears! Sakura Island Faces an Unprecedented Crisis! Our Cultivators Must Unite! We Must Stand Together Against Such a Powerful Enemy! Do Not Engage! Do Not Engage! Hidden Village Upper Shinobi Issues a Statement! Wang Sheng was rendered speechless. "Brother Sheng, you're amazing!" Wang Sheng gritted his teeth. "Am I really that frightening? If anything, this is your fault." "This really isn't on me. I already have a bad name here." Shi Qianzhang chuckled. "It's just some keyboard warriors stirring things up. If they thought about it logically, they would realize that if we were really here to cause trouble, the Sakura Island government wouldn't have given us visas." Huai Jing smiled. "Amitabha. Don't worry, Fei Yu. After such a stir, Sakura Island will surely assign people to protect us from attacks. Compared to the general public, their officials fear another large-scale clash between our nations' cultivation worlds. The last two incidents already drove their people into collective withdrawal and set their economy back more than a decade." Wang Sheng nodded. He did not bother too much with such matters. Still, the thought of having hundreds of people chanting slogans wherever he went was rather unsightly. He just wanted to seek out romantic scenery and spend more time nurturing his relationship with his senior sister. As his mind wandered, his spiritual consciousness caught a presence flashing across the roof of the bus. A shadow flipped several times in midair before landing in the road ahead.