Chapter 908: Goat Horn Honey?!

Ye Qingran saw a familiar old man at the entrance of Fengya Lou.

He wore patched clothes, his hair messy, looking like a beggar yet without a beggar's filth.

The old man's gaze was sharp; he spotted Ye Qingran at once and hurried over.

"Young lady, where's my wine?"

The old man asked with a smiling squint, extending his hand.

Xiao Hu blinked her dark‑grape‑like eyes and said concernedly, "Grandpa, drinking too much is wrong; it harms body and mind!"

The old man laughed heartily, unfazed: "You little brat, you sure know a lot! Still, I appreciate your kindness, Grandpa—don't worry, my body can handle the drink! On the contrary, without wine I'd collapse!"

"Alright. If you ever feel unwell, you can find my mother; her medical skills are superb!"

The old man nodded, thinking what a kind good child, then continued to look expectantly at Ye Qingran.

"Was this recruitment arranged by you?"

The old man waved his hand: "I don't have that ability; I just know someone inside. How's it going? Everything smooth?"

"It's been smooth, but next time tell them to keep a low profile—the back door is too obvious!"

"Sure, sure, I'll definitely tell him later!"

Ye Qingran kept her promise, giving the old man two jars of wine and then an extra bottle; he was overjoyed, immediately opened a jar, took a big gulp, and savored the aftertaste.

"This is the best wine I've ever drunk!"

Ye Qingran returned a faint smile.

The wine she brewed herself is, of course, the best!

Ye Qingran bade farewell to the old man, returned to the inn, began packing, and would set off for registration tomorrow.

Next morning, Ye Qingran brought her family to the gate of Wànlíng Xuégōng, about to produce her token to enter, when a chaotic voice sounded nearby.

"Is it them?"

"Yes, it's them who kicked the young master's… egg!"

"Huh?"

Ye Qingran's ear twitched; she wondered if they were talking about Wu Zhishang.

A group blocked Ye Qingran and her two children; leading them was a young woman dressed extravagantly but with ordinary looks.

Passersby seeing them all showed timid expressions.

"It's Yang Jiaomi! What's she here for?"

"Look at her—she's furious; that woman must have provoked her!"

"Yang Jiaomi is notorious in the academy for being hot‑tempered; offending her is no small matter!"

Seeing Yang Jiaomi block Ye Qingran, everyone felt sorry for her and her children, for those who offend Yang Jiaomi end up with grass three meters high on their graves!

"Was it you who injured my elder brother?"

The young woman frowned, arms crossed, her face fierce.

"If by 'brother' you mean Wu Zhishang, and the injured part is his… testicles, then yes, it was me!"

Ye Qingran admitted it calmly.

Yang Jiaomi's eyebrows shot up: "You shameless slut, who gave you the guts? Don't you know Wu Zhishang is mine?"

"Huh?"

Ye Qingran raised an eyebrow.

"Could Wu Zhishang be the kept one?"

"May I ask, miss, what's your relation to Wu Zhishang?"

Ye Qingran asked purely out of curiosity.

"What relation? Ask around the academy—everyone knows Wu Zhishang is my man!"

Yang Jiaomi wore an arrogant expression, saying this without shame.

Actually, Wu Zhishang isn't top‑notch at the academy; she took a liking to him not only because his background is decent but also because he's good in bed, which she likes.

Now that Wu Zhishang has been crippled, she's certainly unhappy!

"So that's it!" Ye Qingran nodded in understanding.

"Do you know now?" Yang Jiaomi narrowed her eyes. "How about this: you cripple your sons' limbs, beat them into idiots, then strip naked and seek a hundred beggars to copulate with; I might still consider letting you and your children keep intact corpses."

Yang Jiaomi spoke in a tone of condescension.

Ye Qingran laughed: "Oh? Such big talk! Are you the ruler of Wanling City?"

Yang Jiaomi gave a cold smile: "Not bad; in Wanling City, I, Yang Jiaomi, can have anyone killed—even the heavenly king couldn't stop me!"

"Tsk, is there no law anymore?"

"Heh! In Wanling City I am the law! You must do what I say—even if it means death, you must obey!"

Many nearby nodded in agreement.

"Not bad, Miss Yang isn't wrong at all—she is the law in Wanling City; you mother‑child trio had better obey!"

"Miss Yang has already been merciful, not letting you mother‑child trio die but sparing your dog‑like lives; why don't you quickly kneel and kowtow in thanks?"

"Miss Yang is truly the kindest person I've ever seen—others offend her and she doesn't immediately kill them! So kind!"

"Where do you get your nerve?"

"I am a genius of the White Tiger Academy!"

Yang Jiaomi was very confident.

These words drew countless sighs; just getting into Wànlíng Xuégōng is already extremely hard, let alone entering one of the Four Spirit Academies, the White Tiger Academy.

"If so, then let's have a match: if I lose, I'll do everything you said; if you lose, you'll roll away as far as you can."

"You? Just you?" Yang Jiaomi crossed her arms, sized up Ye Qingran from head to toe, her eyes full of contempt.

Just say whether you dare or not!

How could I not dare?

Yang Jiaomi was supremely confident.

She is a genius of White Tiger Academy, a top-tier existence in the Spirit Realm; how could a lowly wretch who serves others with her body be her opponent?

Upon hearing Ye Qingran actually take the initiative to challenge, Yang Jiaomi's sycophants all burst out laughing.

As expected, long hair but short sight—daring to challenge Miss Yang, unaware of life or death!

Haha, this is great; we'll soon get to see her naked!

As the crowd grew, upon learning Ye Qingran was challenging Yang Jiaomi, they shook their heads, thinking she was clueless about life and death, like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

Stupid woman, you make the first move!

Are you sure? If I strike first, you won't get a chance to strike back!

"Hahaha!" Yang Jiaomi laughed furiously, knowing that even the strongest disciple of White Tiger Palace couldn't do that—what does this woman rely on?

However, soon Yang Jiaomi felt something was off!

Only to see Ye Qingran actually vanish from her spot!

A chill ran down her back; she abruptly turned, and the figure before her made her whole body tense.

Ye Qingran curled her lip, pressed a hand to her throat, and in the next instant Yang Jiaomi darted away.

Yang Jiaomi's junior broke into a cold sweat, thinking how fortunate it was that she reacted quickly, otherwise she'd be dead!

She touched her throat, feeling something was off, about to speak, but saw Ye Qingran rush in again.

How could this be?

Ye Qingran's speed was fast, her strength strong, giving her a sense of oppression; she was forced to block, yet was beaten back repeatedly.

The crowd, who had originally felt no doubt about the outcome of the match, saw their expressions subtly shift.

This woman seems quite strong; she actually made Miss Yang feel oppressed!

No, no, no, it must be an illusion; how could this woman possibly be a match for Miss Yang?

Exactly, Miss Yang just isn't ready yet; once she is, this woman can just wait to die!

Yang Jiaomi's expression grew somewhat solemn.

I must have underestimated the enemy; it's definitely like this!

Otherwise, there's no way to explain the current situation!

She, Yang Jiaomi, could not possibly be weaker than that lowly wretch!