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A man with a sharp, monkey-like face squatted in front of the stall, picking up a piece of gold and scrutinizing it closely.
"Tsk tsk, this gold is mottled and has faint cracks on it. What could a piece of livestock be worth?"
He tossed a fist-sized pouch of money in front of Qi Xiao. The pouch opened slightly, revealing a glimmering assortment of mid-grade spirit stones—no more than thirty pieces at most.
Qi Xiao chuckled in anger. "Are you trying to force a sale?"
The man crossed his arms and looked down at him from his elevated position, his chest puffed out deliberately. The sunlight glinted off his golden-eyed white tiger, which exuded an imposing presence.
He smirked disdainfully. "Do you really think you have a choice?"
Today, Yu Ling was merely passing the time, leading a patrol at the city gate, and unexpectedly stumbled upon something good. Although their group was only at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, they had the backing of a powerful family. In Baisha City, even if they were to rob someone outright, who would dare to retaliate?
His lackeys chimed in eagerly. "Exactly! If our young master takes an interest in your goods, that's your good fortune."
"If you know what's good for you, you should obediently hand over what you have."
Yu Ling exchanged glances with several subordinates who understood the cue and began to approach Qi Xiao with sinister grins, cracking their knuckles as they moved in closer.
However, just as they took their first step forward, an enigmatic wave of energy spread outwards, carrying a chilling aura of murderous intent that surged towards them like an icy wind. It felt as if stepping forward even an inch would cost them their lives.
The group was suddenly drenched in cold sweat, their minds hazy; even the ground beneath them felt soft and unsteady. In a dizzying moment, one of them tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground. Another lost his balance entirely and rolled right in front of Qi Xiao, landing face down in a comical display that resembled a bow of submission.
Qi Xiao looked down at him with a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth. Laughter erupted around them as onlookers reveled in the spectacle.
Yu Ling had committed many wrongs and now found himself facing a formidable opponent. He had embarrassed himself greatly by attempting to rob a cultivator from the Golden Period—truly reckless behavior for someone who thought his family's influence made him untouchable.
Yuling felt his face flush with anger, blood surging through him. He glared fiercely at the crowd, and in an instant, the group of cultivators lowered their heads and fell silent, their gazes evasive, unable to pinpoint who had just mocked him.
His expression darkened further as he furiously whipped the air with his lash, the sound echoing like thunder.
"What are you looking at? Do you want to die?"
The onlookers were startled, recalling the notorious reputation of this young master, and they scattered like frightened birds, fearing that the flames of conflict would engulf them as well.
Before long, the area around him was left empty; even the vendors who had been selling their goods nearby hurriedly packed up and fled.
Yuling looked down at the dirt-covered crowd and gritted his teeth, cursing, "You fools! Why aren’t you coming over here?"
The crowd quickly scrambled to their feet and rushed to stand behind Yuling. The man who had been kneeling felt particularly humiliated and shot a resentful glare at Qi Xiao and the others.
He turned around, ready to complain to his master, but before he could utter a word, Yuling kicked him aside.
"You’re the most brainless one here! Get lost and don’t block my view!"
The man clutched his chest, feeling wronged.
"Young Master, it’s not my fault! Those two are just too strange. The moment I approached them, I felt dizzy."
A few others nearby whispered in agreement.
"We can’t handle those two; one of them is a Golden Period cultivator."
"Young Master, should we call Elder Jin instead?"
The more Yuling listened, the darker his expression became. He coldly waved his sleeve and turned to leave when a voice stopped him.
"Wait! Leave your things behind."
"What if I refuse?"
"What did you say?"
Lu Mingyuan’s face darkened as he could no longer hold back. He stepped forward, clenching his fist to reveal his aura.
The imposing presence of a Golden cultivator descended upon Yuling's entourage like a predator eyeing its prey. They could clearly sense one thing: if they dared to run, their legs would surely be broken!
A few of them trembled in fear, while Yuling’s face turned pale.
He shouted defiantly, "What do you want? Let me tell you, this is Baisha City—my home! If you harm me, my father won’t let you off!"
Lu Mingyuan’s expression remained cold as he advanced steadily. "I don’t care who your father is. If you don’t hand over Jin, then however that two-headed snake dies is exactly how you will die!"
The beast that was skinned for its gold inevitably met a gruesome end. Yu Ling's expression darkened further. He had never been threatened like this in his life.
He tossed the gold aside and shot a fierce glare at the two men. "Just you wait!"
He intended to continue his threats towards Lu Mingyuan, but upon seeing the muscular physique capable of killing with a single punch, he swallowed hard and silently shifted his gaze to the frail Foundation Establishment cultivator behind him.
Yet, as a gentle breeze blew, a white jade talisman peeked out from beneath the man's clothing. Once he recognized it as the disciple's talisman from the Xianyao Sect, Yu Ling's face turned pale. He didn't even have time to utter another threat before hastily pulling his companions away.
Their retreat was frantic and disordered, resembling that of refugees fleeing disaster.
Once they reached the city gate, Yu Ling leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, feeling as though he had narrowly escaped death.
One of his sycophants attempted to placate him with a smile. "Young Master, don’t be angry! So what if those two were arrogant? Once we find the Grand Elder, we can easily make them regret it!"
Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked aside.
"Fight? Fight your head! You dare offend disciples of the Xianyao Sect? Do you want me dead sooner?"
The remaining few exchanged glances, bewildered. Those two seemingly ordinary cultivators were actually disciples of the Xianyao Sect?
It made sense; that golden core cultivator looked no older than ten. Such a young golden core cultivator could only be nurtured by a major sect like Xianyao. As for the other Foundation Establishment cultivator, though he appeared more average, there was no telling what hidden cards he might hold. Perhaps that strange incident earlier was orchestrated by him.
"What do we do now?" one of them finally asked hesitantly.
"What do you mean 'what do we do'? This matter stays between us! No one is allowed to speak of it!"
If his relatives found out, they would surely flay him alive and force him to apologize to those two disciples from the Xianyao Sect.
For years, Yu Ling had acted with impunity, but this was the first time he had suffered a loss without daring to voice it. He even regretted not taking more risks earlier.
He could only hope that those two cultivators would show mercy and leave quickly.
One sycophant stammered nervously, "But Young Master, we just exposed our identities. Those two cultivators might come looking for us..."
Yu Ling froze, and the whip in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
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