"Elder, take off your son's clothes. I'll give it a try."
When the elder heard Yi Yun's words, his eyes welled up with tears of excitement. He hurriedly took off his son's clothes while Xiaoxiao quickly fetched a basin of hot water.
Just as Yi Yun was grabbing Wang Mu's wrist and planning on using his Yuan Qi to guide Wang Mu's dantian, he suddenly heard footsteps from afar. Immediately following that —
"Peng!"
The gate of the courtyard was directly kicked open. The wooden gate couldn't withstand the force and was almost kicked away.
A middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper strode into the courtyard. Beside him was a young man dressed in white. He held a folding fan in his hand and looked very handsome. Behind the two of them were three burly men.
"Old Man Wang, why are you still here, you undying old fart?"
As the middle-aged manager spoke, he had already entered the house. Without needing him to say a word, the men beside him kicked open the door.
"You!"
The elder's heart sank when he saw the young man suddenly barge in. He never expected that this bunch of malefic beings would appear just as Yi Yun was about to save his son.
"Oh? Does your dying son still have a breath left in him? I already told you that this house of yours has been given to me. I'm already being merciful by letting you stay here for so long. I don't care if your son dies, but don't let him die in my house. How unlucky! "
After the middle-aged manager finished speaking, he noticed Yi Yun. He glanced at Yi Yun and asked, "Who are you?"
Yi Yun released Wang Mu's wrist and looked at the slightly plump manager. With a sweep of his perception, he could tell that the man's cultivation level was ordinary. He was not someone who could stand out in public.
As for the young man behind him, his strength seemed passable. However, that was only in terms of his age. He was nothing to Yi Yun.
Furthermore, the young man's unique traits caught Yi Yun's attention. Yi Yun discovered that the aura in his dantian was different. There was an extremely heavy aura there that even projected onto the young man's skin. It formed an ivory tattoo on his chest.
"Martial Numinous …"
Yi Yun had previously seen the Martial Numinous clan's introduction on the Nine Li Magus Empire's map. The tattoo was called 'Martial Numinous.' It was the symbol of the Martial Numinous clan. The purer a Martial Numinous clansman was, the more profound the runic patterns on their bodies would be.
Be it the Sinkhole or the 12 Empyrean Heavens, due to the bloodline heritage from ancient times, all sorts of different races had formed. For example, the races that Old Snake and Snake Girl belonged to were ancient mystic races that had declined.
As for the Martial Numinous clan, they were an ancient clan that had existed for hundreds of millions of years. Their people had a strong sense of racial superiority.
Seeing the fat shopkeeper point his spear at Yi Yun, the elder's heart tightened. This bunch of people were overbearing and unreasonable. He was afraid of implicating Yi Yun, so he hurriedly went forward and said, "This young master is a customer of my teahouse. I invited him to treat my son."
"What? See a doctor? Hahaha! " The fat shopkeeper laughed heartily. "Your son is already a cripple with only half a breath left, and you still want to save him? Are you trying to kill me? "
The young man beside the fat shopkeeper casually sized up Yi Yun and then looked at Wang Mu's father. He chuckled and said, "Are you Wang Mu's father? You look like an old farmer. Wang Mu is so talented but his father is an old piece of trash. How pitiful."
The young man's words were extremely harsh. He was mercilessly sarcastic. In fact, he was an inner-sect disciple of the Martial Numinous clan. He came from a powerful background and with his status, he did not care about Wang Mu's house. The person who wanted Wang Mu's house was the fat shopkeeper. As for the young man, he was here to see Wang Mu's miserable state.
Back when Wang Mu entered the Martial Numinous clan, he had astounding talent. A Martial Numinous clan Elder thought highly of him and gave him a lot of resources. This made the young man extremely jealous. Now, he was here to see Wang Mu in a half-dead state.
"Haha, he comes from a lowly background, so it's only natural that he is lacking in knowledge. What's laughable is that he found a mortal-born that came to Martial City to make a living, hoping to treat his son."
The so-called mortal-born was how the Martial Numinous clan addressed ordinary humans. Yi Yun knew that the Martial Numinous clan in Martial City was very xenophobic. He was not surprised by the young man's contempt.
In response, Yi Yun only smiled faintly. Then, he slowly raised his hand.
"Pa!"
With a crisp sound, Yi Yun struck out at lightning speed. The fat shopkeeper only felt his vision blur before he felt an excruciating pain on his face. His entire body was sent flying as he spun rapidly in midair like a top.
"Peng!"
The fat shopkeeper slammed heavily to the ground. His mouth was filled with bloody foam. He even spat out about eight blood-stained teeth. Yi Yun's slap had nearly smashed the right side of the fat shopkeeper's face to mush. Even his right eye had been blinded.
"Ah! Ah … "
The fat shopkeeper cried out tragically as he looked at Yi Yun in disbelief and resentment. He never expected that a mortal-born would attack him in Martial City!
"Young Master, you can't do that!"
The elder turned anxious when he saw the situation unfold. He never expected Yi Yun to be so rash. Although the fat shopkeeper's cultivation level was lacking, he was still a member of the Martial Numinous clan. Furthermore, the young man looked like a genius of the Martial Numinous clan. The consequences of beating them were unimaginable. Although Yi Yun was rather strong, he could not afford to offend the Martial Numinous clan.
"You really don't know what's good for you." When the young man with the folding fan saw that the fat manager was nearly dead from Yi Yun's slap, he did not look at Yi Yun with anger but pity. To him, the fat manager was only a dog under his command. He did not care about him at all. "You are a mortal-born who just arrived in Martial City. Do you know who rules Martial City. Do you know how you will die? You might not even be able to imagine how tragic it will be … "
Just as the young man finished his sentence —
"Pa!"
Another slap. Yi Yun's speed was ten times faster than before. Before the young man could change the look of pity in his eyes, Yi Yun had slapped him squarely on the right side of his face!
It was an identical attack. Even the position of the strike did not change. The young man cried out tragically as his body spun more than ten times in midair, just like the fat shopkeeper. He crashed heavily to the ground with the right side of his face covered in blood!
Yi Yun's beating was worse than the fat shopkeeper's. Not only was the right side of the young man's face a bloody mess, even his bones could be seen. All his teeth had been knocked out, leaving only a few teeth on the left side of his face.
However, the young man's ability to withstand beatings was stronger. Although he had been beaten to such a state, he did not faint. His hair was disheveled and he looked like he had gone mad.
"Little … bastard, how dare you hit me. Do you know who I am? Kill … kill him!"
The young man pointed at Yi Yun as the three men behind him charged forward. The three of them had great teamwork. One of them attacked Yi Yun's head, another at his heart, and the last one at Yi Yun's dantian.
The three of them targeted Yi Yun's three vital spots from three different directions. Their attacks were meant to kill him.
But immediately following that, Yi Yun's figure vanished.
An azure blue sword tore through the void, streaking across a trajectory of death.
"Shoo! Shoo!
Shoo! "The three trajectories penetrated the three men's chests. Their breathing was sealed as their skin froze over, turning them into ice sculptures!
"What …"
The young man was instantly frightened. His subordinates did not die. They were still alive, but they could no longer move.
And Yi Yun had done all of this in a blink of an eye. How did this happen? How did a random mortal-born punk he encountered have such strength?
And at that moment, the young man suddenly felt a chill at his neck. A sword was pressed against his throat like an ice snake.
At that instant, the young man's breathing stagnated. This was the first time he had experienced the feeling of having a sword pressed against his throat. Although he was afraid, he was not scared out of his wits. His rationality told him that the mortal-born human in front of him would not dare kill him.
With Mirage Snow in hand, Yi Yun said, "Sign a master-slave contract with me. If not, this day tomorrow will be the anniversary of your death."
Master-slave contract?
Upon hearing this, the young man heaved a sigh of relief. He knew why Yi Yun wanted to sign a master-slave contract. It was because Yi Yun did not dare kill him, but he was afraid that he would leak the news. Therefore, Yi Yun wanted to sign a master-slave contract to keep the secret. But how could he let Yi Yun have his way?
He sneered and said, "What a joke. A lowly mortal-born like you actually wants to enslave me. Do you know who I am!? Your strength is only because you have cultivated for a longer period of time and you have some mystic technique that allows you to maintain your youthful looks. In the Martial Numinous clan, you are nothing but an ant. It's best you release me quickly or your soul will be extracted and your marrow refined. You will die in excruciating pain … "
"Is that so? I was planning on giving you a chance to live on. Since you have chosen death, I'll grant you your wish. "
As Yi Yun spoke, he raised his hand once again.
"What … What are you doing!?"
The young man jumped in fright. At that moment, he felt an extremely terrifying sense of peril. "Wait … Wait …"
"This is your choice."
As Yi Yun spoke, his palm slammed down heavily!
"Pa!"
With a loud explosion, Yi Yun's slap landed squarely on the left side of the young man's face. However, this attack did not leave the young man in a bloody mess. Instead, his body jolted and his eyes instantly glazed over. His eyes lost their luster. Yi Yun's slap had shattered the young man's soul sea!
At the same time, with a mere thought from Yi Yun, the three ice sculptures behind the young man shattered, turning into a pile of ice shards that scattered to the ground. As for the three men that had been frozen, they were pulverized as well.
After that, Yi Yun leisurely touched his interspatial ring and took out a green jar.
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