Chapter 675: Yun Mansion's Criminal!

However, seeing a Saint in this remote DaYuCun was still beyond Ye Qingran and the others' expectations.

After all, although Nan Yin Zhou's overall strength exceeds Beimingzhou, Saints are not so common as to be found everywhere.

Especially in a relatively remote place like Donghai Cheng, Saints are rare.

Having a Saint by his side shows that ZhuDi's background is formidable.

"Just with them?"

Ye Qingran pointed at the dozen or so fierce guards and attendants behind ZhuDi.

"Not bad, just with them!" ZhuDi smiled confidently.

He has a Saint escorting him—this treatment isn't even enjoyed by his cousin, the Little City Lord of Donghai Cheng!

ZhuDi himself hasn't realized that his lavish entourage exists solely because he has offended too many people; his parents, fearing he might be killed abroad, spent a fortune and pulled strings with the Donghai Cheng city lord to obtain this Saint as his protector.

At this moment, he still hasn't realized that he has kicked an iron plate.

On Ye Qingran's side, Fu San and the others looked at ZhuDi as if he were already dead.

Not to mention the Emperor Sovereign is present; even Ye Qingran's own strength alone could instantly kill all of ZhuDi's guards and attendants.

This ZhuDi, who harbors lustful designs on Ye Qingran, is practically flirting with death on the edge of a blade!

If Ye Qingran hadn't restrained the Emperor Sovereign, he would already be dead and gone!

"Older sister! Are you alright? You're bleeding so much!" A Diao's crying shout was especially abrupt.

"A Diao, older sister... I'm fine!"

Only then did Ye Qingran and the others realize that the girl being teased by ZhuDi and his entourage was A Diao's older sister—Aqing.

Her bamboo basket behind her was broken, the herbs inside scattered all over the ground, and she had hardly any uninjured spot on her body, the worst being an arrow wound on her right lower leg.

"Fairy sister, could you please save my older sister Aqing?" A Diao knows a bit of simple medicine, but Aqing's injuries are too severe, beyond her ability.

"Fairy sister? Fairy?" ZhuDi muttered, nodding, "Hmm, indeed she looks very much like a fairy!"

"Little girl, your fairy sister can't save her, but if you let her submit to me, I can have someone save your sister."

ZhuDi said shamelessly.

However, no one paid him any heed.

"Don't worry." Ye Qingran's gentle words always put A Diao at ease.

Saying that, she walked over to Aqing.

Aqing had just returned from gathering herbs in the mountains, unaware that such a group had come to the village; seeing Ye Qingran up close, beautiful as a fairy stepped out of a painting, she stared dumbfounded.

ZhuDi took a sturdy step and blocked Ye Qingran's path.

"You want to treat her injuries? That's not impossible—submit to me, and I'll let you heal her, how about that?"

Ye Qingran smiled lightly and said offhandedly, "What if I refuse?"

ZhuDi gave a cold smile, thinking, "As expected, if I don't let these women see my methods, they won't obediently submit."

He hasn't never encountered chaste and heroic women; they all start out thinking highly of themselves, but in the end?

Aren't they all subdued and obedient after he deals with them in bed?

However, to deal with a woman, he doesn't need his own guards to lift a finger.

As the nephew of the Donghai Cheng city lord, his cultivation resources are quite good; he is already a Xuan Sect practitioner without even needing to train much.

Thus, confident ZhuDi strode forward with an air of invincibility, swaying arrogantly toward Ye Qingran.

"Woman, you..."

He tried to grab Ye Qingran's hand, but she seized his hand in a grip.

Crack~

His hand broke!

Immediately, before ZhuDi could even cry out in pain, his face changed drastically, his eyes widened, and his pupils shrank to a point.

Everyone's gaze turned downward.

Only then did they see Ye Qingran's foot, which had struck at some unknown moment.

That kick landed precisely on ZhuDi's crotch.

A crisp sound seemed to be heard.

The men present couldn't help but feel their scalps go numb.

His eggs shattered!

"The last person who spoke to me like that is already dead."

Han Xing Leng Yue couldn't help but recall Zhao Hao of Xiliang City.

Back then, he was crippled in exactly this way by the young lady.

ZhuDi's attendants either hadn't reacted at all, or simply couldn't believe what they were seeing.

You know, they've followed ZhuDi in his wrongdoing for so long, yet they've never seen anyone dare to strike at him in Donghai Cheng!

But such a thing has indeed truly happened!

Hiss~

ZhuDi stiffened and collapsed to the ground, his whole body convulsing in pain, foaming at the mouth—one can imagine how vicious Ye Qingran's kick just was.

Hong Wu and the others couldn't help but give Ye Qingran a thumbs-up in their hearts.

To deal with this sort of trash, we can't just kill him outright; we must slowly torture him to death, making him experience what despair truly feels like!

"Young master!"

Those attendants, having reacted, swarmed forward, extremely worried.

It's not that they're particularly close to ZhuDi; it's that if ZhuDi suffers any mishap, they too would be unable to get away scot-free.

LeSe lunged onto ZhuDi, shouting anxiously, "Husband, are you alright?" ZhuDi must not come to harm, otherwise her future happy life would be ruined!

ZhuDi was already in so much pain that he rolled his white eyes.

LeSe immediately turned his head to glare at Ye Qingran, snarling: "You've got the guts of a bear and a leopard, daring to offend even Young Master ZhuDi! If he comes to any harm, a hundred lives of yours wouldn't be enough to compensate!"

"What are you all standing around for? Grab her!"

At that moment, the villagers of DaYuCun heard the commotion and came over to watch; upon hearing this, they were all terrified.

"So many experts! We're done for, they're dead meat!"

"Oh dear, what did they do? How did they dare offend Young Master ZhuDi?"

Only LeJi watched this scene, a cold smile appearing in the corner of his mouth.

These people really shouldn't have ruined his plans.

If that's the case, then even if they die, they deserve it!

LeSe was the concubine ZhuDi had promised to marry; her words carried weight at this moment, so ZhuDi's guards, without a word, lunged at Ye Qingran.

But before they could reach Ye Qingran, a figure stepped in front of her.

"If you want to move my lady, first get past me!"

Fu San stared coldly at the crowd before him, hands behind his back, his eyes full of contempt.

A mere Grain of Light, and you dare to show off?

As his words fell, Fu San struck—those mere Mysterious Emperors and Mysterious Venerables were no match for him, and he quickly beat them into disarray.

This scene left LeSe dumbfounded.

"Just what strength does this man have? He can defeat so many Mysterious Emperors and Venerables single-handedly!"

"Are you just watching the show? Hurry up and attack! What are you keeping you for?" LeSe snarled at the lone Saint who hadn't acted, completely missing the hint of killing intent leaking from beneath the Saint's cloak.

He didn't know what he was thinking, spaced out a bit, and completely missed Fu San Yi's sudden strike—after barely dodging, his cloak was flung aside, revealing an old face covered in knife scars, with a very conspicuous mark on it.

Fu San's eyes flashed, then he sneered: "I've been wondering why a Saint would willingly come to this remote Donghai Cheng to be an obscure guard—turns out he's a criminal of Yunfu!"

"A criminal of Yunfu?"

To the people of Yunfu's TwelveGreatDomains, these words are extremely sensitive.

Anyone deemed by the Yun Tribe to have committed an unforgivable crime gets a permanent mark branded on their face, becoming a rat that everyone shouts to beat.

This is a tremendous disgrace that will follow one for life!

No wonder that Saint wore a cloak—he's actually a Yun Tribe criminal!

"Kill him!"

"Burn him to death!"

The rejection and hatred of Yun Tribe criminals is ingrained in these people's very bones; they loathe it intensely.

The old man swayed on the verge of collapse, his hand clenched tightly into a fist, as if desperately suppressing something.

"You can kill me, but before I die, I want to ask you a question."

Everyone followed the Saint's gaze and saw he was looking at Ye Qingran.

Meeting the old man's gaze, looking into his cloudy eyes, Ye Qingran blinked in surprise.