On The Path Of Cultivation To Become God

"Mingyu!! Baby!!"

Ming Ming's eyes burned with fury as she stared at the person who had the nerve to call her so intimately. Her voice turned cold and sharp, like she was looking at something vile that deserved to be crushed.

"Don't ever call me that. Never!" she snapped.

Her face showed pure disgust and disdain.

Chen Tian, Emilia, and Aria were all shocked by Ming Ming's sudden reaction. They had never seen her act like this before.

The three of them turned to look at the young man who had called out to Mingyu. "Baby," he was a guy around 20 years old, with black hair, black eyes, a handsome face, and a confident smile.

He had a strong, well-built body and carried himself with a lot of self-assurance. He didn't seem bothered at all by Ming Ming's anger.@@novelbin@@

The man just shrugged and said, "Come on, baby Min—"

"Don't call her that!" Liang Wei cut in, his voice sharp and clearly annoyed.

The man turned his gaze to Liang Wei, a mocking smile spreading across his face.

"What's wrong, Liang Wei? Feeling jealous again?" He teased, clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting.

"You!! Han Lang, stop playing your games," Liang Wei shot back, his fists tightening in frustration. Han Lang just laughed and stepped closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Or what, Liang Wei? Are you going to run and tell your master again?"

Liang Wei gritted his teeth, holding back the urge to jump at Han Lang.

Chen Tian stared at the newcomer, feeling both puzzled and entertained.

It seemed like Liang Wei and Han Lang had some past connection. Maybe Han Lang had beaten Liang Wei before, which could explain the strong dislike between them. But why did Ming Ming react that way?

Intrigued, Chen Tian used his chaos insight to examine Han Lang, getting a full understanding of the man.

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Name: Han Lang

Race: Human

Age: 25

Cultivation: Impure (Peak Martial Artist)

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'No wonder he managed to defeat Liang Wei,' Chen Tian thought to himself, impressed by Han Lang's high level of cultivation at such a young age.

Liang Wei was only at the high Martial artist level, so it's no surprise he lost to Han Lang, who was at the peak stage.

It wouldn't be shocking if Han Lang reached the divine stage before he turned 30.

"Hm?"

With a curious expression, Han Lang glanced at the group, checking out Chen Tian's team. It was clear from his look that he recognized most of the people there.

But his eyes brightened when he noticed Emilia and Aria. Both women were stunning, as beautiful as the fairies in old tales.

Their skin was as smooth and white as silk, their eyes shone like diamonds, and their hair flowed down their backs like a waterfall.

Han Lang couldn't help but be captivated by their beauty.

"These two lovely ladies, may I ask for your names?"

He walked up to Emilia and Aria and politely offered his hand.

"Han Lang, get away from them!" Ming Ming yelled.

"Sister Aria, Sister Emilia, don't talk to this guy. He's just a player who doesn't know how to treat women properly. He's had plenty of scandals with women since his college days." Ming Ming warned them, trying to shield Aria and Emilia from Han Lang.

She stepped in front of Han Lang, blocking his view of Aria and Emilia, and gave him a sharp, angry look.

"Ouch, Mingyu, that really stings!" Han Lang said, pretending to be hurt and clutching his chest.

Even though Ming Ming gave a strong warning, he kept a charming smile on his face, showing his white teeth, as he tried to impress Aria and Emilia.

"Don't pay attention to her, ladies. She's just jealous because now I only care about you two," Han Lang said smoothly, his eyes moving between the two sisters.

Aria and Emilia shared a look of disgust, seeing right through Han Lang's attempt to flirt with them. They both stepped back, clearly not interested in his advances and wanting to keep their distance.

"If you want to get to know someone, why not start with me?"

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Suddenly, Chen Tian appeared next to Han Lang, his face cold and unfriendly. It was obvious he didn't approve of Han Lang's behavior.

No, he wasn't like those overly possessive main characters in every cultivation novel who acted like someone had crossed a line just by talking to their women and needed to be put in their place.

He wasn't bothered by other men trying to flirt with or look at his women; he didn't mind. Not like he could stop men from looking at them anyway.

Trust was the base of their relationship, and he was sure that if his women really loved him, they wouldn't be influenced by anyone else's attempts to win them over.

Chen Tian believed in letting his partner decide for themselves, feeling certain that they would always pick him in the end.

But what he hated the most was when someone saw his women as just an object to fulfill their desires. He could clearly see that look in Han Lang's eyes the moment he noticed Aria and Emilia.

"Oh?"

Han Lang raised an eyebrow and then frowned.

He didn't like it when someone unimportant interrupted him while he was flirting with beautiful women. His pride was hurt, and he couldn't believe this young man had the nerve to stand up to him.

Han Lang was the favorite son of the Han family, one of the most powerful families in the city. He always got what he wanted, and no one dared to question or interrupt him.

Only someone of his own status, like Ming Ming, a stunning woman, would Han Lang allow her to interrupt him like that.

Han Lang narrowed his eyes as he looked at the man who had the nerve to interrupt him. But before he could say anything, a voice cut in from behind.

"Han Lang, can't you ever take things seriously for once?"

Hearing that voice, Han Lang frowned but didn't bother turning around. He recognized it immediately—it was his older sister, Han Li.

Chen Tian turned his head and glanced at the woman, who was staring at Han Lang like he was worthless. Her eyes were full of pride and contempt.