Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

On the winding mountain road, Ye Ling and company were walking slowly, chatting with one another. Bingbing had already mingled with the girls early on and was happily engaging in conversation.

As the group of four, including Ye Ling, walked ahead, Mo Xing suddenly remembered something.

"Hey Ye Ling, what about that Ao Hongchen guy? Didn't he come out with them? Why don't we see him now?"

As soon as he said this, Ye Wudao and Shenfeng nodded too. Right, how could they forget about that old lecher?

Ye Ling just shrugged his shoulders, "Where else could he be? The day before we left, he went off to 'cultivate' his Mortal Tribulation again, knocking on widows' doors, hopping over high walls."

"Man, I'm also puzzled. How could Heavenly Dao allow such an old bastard to become a Golden Core ancestor? It truly baffles me."

Ye Ling sighed, but the two companions didn't take it seriously, "Psh, the path of cultivation, all laws lead to the same destination. So what if he's lustful? Can't someone attain enlightenment through lust?"

"Exactly, it's a man's true nature, no hiding, no covering up. Isn't that exactly in line with the original intention of Heavenly Dao? So, it's nothing surprising. Aren't all of us guys unchanged in our lustful hearts?"

"Yeah, yeah. If you say Ao Hongchen, that old lecher, can't attain enlightenment, what about you? You're a stud, Ye Ling, and you're already a powerful Transcendance Tribulation Stage practitioner. Who are people supposed to reason with then?"

Ye Ling was startled. Hey, these bastards, did they really understand where their loyalty should lie? Why were they bending the elbow outwards, speaking in others' favor?

However, just at this moment, a scream suddenly rose from behind them, and the four men quickly turned around.

Behind them, Bingbing's face was full of panic, holding onto her bag which was now in the hands of a man. Opposite him was a group of about a dozen men.

"What are you doing? Let go of me!"

Shenfeng was immediately enraged. Damn it, how could he stand by while his girlfriend was being bullied, considering this was pretty much his first love?

In a rage, Shenfeng marched over to the man, yanked him to the side with quite the force, sending the man tumbling to the ground.

"Hey, you actually dare to hit me, brothers, surround him! None of them are getting away today!"

The man shouted from the ground, and the dozen or so young men around him nodded quickly, encircling Shenfeng and his companions with an intimidating air.

"You've really got some nerve! Do you know who's territory this is? How dare you run wild here!"

"Let me tell you, if you're a tiger, you'd better lie down for me; if you're a dragon, you'd better coil up for me. On my turf, no matter what you are!"

While speaking, the man struggled to get up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and once again fixed his gaze on Bingbing, then glanced at the other women.

"Tsk, tsk, you really surprise me. What kind of pathetic models are you compared to them? They're just a bunch of wild barnyard animals. You've really caught my fancy, I tell ya."

"Especially you, beauty. Why did you scream when I just pulled you a little? What's the matter, am I not good enough for you?"

The man chuckled sinisterly and stepped forward, causing Shenfeng's eyes to twist, followed by a swift kick that thudded the man directly onto his knees, doubling over in pain, clutching his stomach.

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"Damn! You dare to hit Feng Shao, brothers, attack! I think these bastards have a death wish."

"Teach them a lesson! How dare they hit Feng Shao on Putuo Mountain, utter fools with no idea what they're courting—cripple them all."

As the words left their mouths, from their pockets, each of them pulled out a switchblade, alarmingly sharp, and they charged ferociously towards Ye Ling and his companions.

"Brothers, attack! Let them bleed—I want them to know the consequences of crossing me!"

The so-called Young Master Feng bellowed frantically, shocking the onlookers. Once knives were drawn, the matter escalated beyond mere spectacle.

Instantly, the crowded spectators vanished, leaving only Ye Ling and her group.

Ye Ling's face grew dark as she faced the youths charging at her with switchblades. Just then, a pink figure agilely leapt forward, plunging into the crowd.

It was Li Qing, the girl from the depths of Shennongjia, with a righteous heart embodying the spirit of roaming the land with a sword, eradicating injustices of the world.

Seeing Li Qing rush out, Ye Wudao's heart lurched in fear. My goodness, that's the woman he intended to marry! If anything happened to her, it would break his heart.

But this is what concern breeds—chaos. Ye Wudao didn't consider that Li Qing, a formidable practitioner at the Foundation Establishment Stage, wouldn't be harmed by some petty thugs.

Without further thought, Ye Wudao joined the fray. In a few exchanges, the two Foundation Establishment Stage powerhouses had the would-be assailants sprawled on the ground.

Shortly after, one by one, the youths lay on the ground, howling in misery. Some had dislocated arms, others broken legs—none were spared.

Of course, those with dislocations were courtesy of Li Qing. Being a woman, she wasn't as ruthless. As for Ye Wudao, even his lightest strikes resulted in broken arms or legs.

Seeing this, Young Master Feng was petrified. Oh my, what sort of people have we messed with here? Could they be elite members of the national Sanda team?

"You... don't go too far! I'll have you know my father is the director of this tourist district. Offend me, and I'll make life difficult for all of you!"

Young Master Feng decided it was better to mention his father. The director of the tourist district, essentially in charge of the area, was akin to a king on Putuo Mountain.

Ordinarily, nobody would dare cross Young Master Feng, especially the small traders and vendors who would send him gifts during holidays, akin to protection fees.

But to Ye Ling and the others, his words were laughable.

The director of the tourist district?

Tsk, such an impressive-sounding title. Ye Ling sneered and strode forward, raising a foot and placing it directly on Young Master Feng's face.

"Spill it, what else you got backing you up? Honestly, I rarely bother with small fry like you. It's so unsatisfying and uncomfortable to step on, lacks any thrill."

Ye Ling sneered. Young Master Feng was taken aback. What the hell? Was that an indirect way of calling me trash?

Why are you so insulting? Stepping on my face and still disdaining my status?

With a twist, Ye Ling pressed down harder. Young Master Feng was stunned, crying out in agony, pain drilling into his cheeks, the torque unbearable.

"If you don't have any other backup, considering your recent actions, I think I'll give you a fitting punishment. How does losing an arm sound?"

"Bingbing, which hand was it that grabbed your bag just now?"

As he spoke, Ye Ling turned to ask Bingbing, who frowned and pointed at one of Young Master Feng's hands.

For Bingbing, having seen too much of the world's rights and wrongs, there was no room for mercy in her heart.

Young Master Feng blinked, watching Ye Ling's increasingly sinister face and the spine-chilling smile. His legs shook, and he was overcome by an embarrassing warmth; he had actually wet himself in fear.