They wanted to teach Ye Tiancheng a lesson, but they didn't expect to fall into his trap. Before they could even start, he had them beaten to a pulp on the ground. He could even fight the Imperial Guards, so these guys were certainly formidable...
The onlookers, seeing the scene unfold, quickly backed away in fear. The Imperial Guards were the most powerful in this area; they could do as they pleased, and no one dared to challenge them. Yet, this man before them seemed to disregard them entirely, as if they were no more than ants.
Little Fatty was also terrified. He hadn't expected Ye Tiancheng to actually dare to lay hands on them.
"I'm no different from a dog, so why shouldn't I dare to fight? I think you've all grown tired of living. Do you not know that all lands under heaven belong to the king?"
"Kid, what's your name? If you have the guts, tell me your name. This area is under our jurisdiction." The leader of the Imperial Guards was furious. He pointed at Ye Tiancheng and laughed wildly.
"My name is Ye Tiancheng. Remember it."
"You've got guts."
"Naturally."
Ye Tiancheng understood the trouble he might face, but he simply disliked these guys. Wang Xiaomiao stood by, stunned. She hadn't expected this fellow to actually dare to beat up the Imperial Guards.
In the world of commoners like them, such a thing was unimaginable...
"If you have nothing else, I'll be leaving. If you want to cause trouble for me, come find me. I live in Xiaohe Village." With that, he turned and left, his broad back appearing tall and imposing, like a hero among heroes.
"He's from that poor, remote village, Xiaohe Village. What's so great about him?" These guys truly underestimated him. Although they didn't know Ye Tiancheng's background, they had made a fatal mistake.
First and foremost, they had underestimated Ye Tiancheng. If they hadn't made this mistake, things might have been different. As Imperial Guards, they held great power and could do as they pleased. No one in this place managed them, and with the emperor far away, they naturally sought to lord over others. This was their usual practice and mindset. Because they enjoyed acting this way, they naturally believed that the emperor was too distant to deal with them.
Since local matters were handled by local authorities, it was natural for them to protect each other.
"Doing this will bring you endless trouble, boss. From now on, anything you want to do will be stifled."
Little Fatty said worriedly to Ye Tiancheng. But in his eyes, these things were not a problem. What the man wanted to do, he would do it seriously. As for what would happen in the future, he never thought about it, so he wasn't worried about these issues at all.
In his opinion, the most bitter thing was to be without money or influence.
Therefore, he didn't care what would happen in the future. What he wanted to do now was to do what he wanted to do as much as possible. It was as simple as it could be, not complicated at all.
"This fellow truly makes me feel bored and helpless. I wonder when he'll finally come to his senses. But I don't think he'll achieve anything groundbreaking for a while," said the Barefoot Immortal, who was playing chess with his ancestor.
Ye Huantian chuckled, "Why think so much? Children and grandchildren have their own fortunes. Come, let's continue playing chess."
"Perhaps you truly don't care at all?"
"What do you mean, 'perhaps I truly don't care'? Of course, I care, but if I don't let this fellow grow, nothing will be useful. He'll handle his own affairs, and it has nothing to do with me, right?"
Ye Huantian's words were too indifferent. If he had known that his son would be fearless and stir up a lot of trouble, he wouldn't have spoken like this. But as an immortal being, how could he easily interfere in mortal affairs? For him, he was still under punishment. Entrusting this matter to his descendants would be greatly beneficial. If he interfered too much now, it might displease some people and affect his future development.
If he acted this way, it would surely make people unhappy in the future, but there was nothing he could do. What had already happened could not be undone.
Therefore, Ye Huantian could only go with the flow. Where that boat would eventually sail depended on fate. Even gods sometimes had things they could not do or were unable to do in this world.
Ye Tiancheng sneezed and muttered, "I wonder who's speaking ill of me again."
"I think it must be someone who has a grudge against you, like those Imperial Guards just now."
"I really want to sleep. I'm so sleepy."
Ye Tiancheng yawned and said to Little Fatty. Little Fatty was surprised that Ye Tiancheng was so sleepy, appearing like someone who hadn't slept enough. The reason for this behavior was that he really wanted to go to sleep.
"Is it because you've consumed too much True Qi, which is why you're sleepy?"
The Divine Stone then injected a stream of True Qi into him, invigorating him. He transformed from someone sleep-deprived to a perfectly energetic individual.
As it was a stone born from 365 pieces of Heaven Mending Stone, the power it contained was immeasurable. It could replenish Ye Tiancheng's True Qi effortlessly. With this stone, he was like a wielder of the most powerful weapon, no longer fearing those he couldn't surpass or powers he couldn't overcome. Naturally, he dared to confront the Imperial Guards and didn't take them seriously. His current state was incredibly awesome, capable of killing gods and demons...
Little Fatty would never know about his ultimate trump card. If this matter were leaked, it would cause global panic. With someone as powerful as him, who would dare to provoke him? Once a person's desires inflate to the extreme, they would suppress others and prevent them from surviving. Thus, he would become an enemy of the world, and many would consider Ye Tiancheng a target for assassination.
Besides cultivators like Ye Tiancheng, there were other cultivators who couldn't stand idly by and let him grow to their detriment.
"We'll go back now and immediately begin a new round of economic development. As my subordinate, you must be prepared to endure hardship." At this moment, he seemed to recall the most important matter and said to Little Fatty.
"Leave this matter entirely to me. Look, my body needs exercise, otherwise, I think I'll get high cholesterol and die from a stroke..."
He surprisingly had thoughts about his physical health.
"Are you naturally fat, or did you get this way from eating too much?"
"My heavens, how could I have gotten this way from eating? I was born fat. I was a little fatty when I was born, and I'm still a little fatty now."
"I believe that, but I absolutely don't believe what you're saying. As someone who wants to warn you, I've already made it very clear to you today. There's no need for me to say anything else, right?" Since he didn't have that kind of insight, saying anything now would be useless. It was very likely that this fellow already had diabetes.
Because diabetes is often genetically inherited, there was no need to explain it too clearly.
"You think I'm someone with that kind of illness?"
"Yes." Ye Tiancheng had no choice but to tell him.
Unexpectedly, this kind of thing was already in the past for him. Or perhaps, he then spoke to Ye Tiancheng.
"For me, many things have become a past mode, and I can't look back. Perhaps some things require too much explanation. I think you are the correct explanation." Explaining so much to him was useless. Ye Tiancheng's perfunctory response was what he most wanted to say. Now, he would start to move forward diligently and do what he wanted to do. That was what he wanted.
Having developed this condition, Ye Tiancheng didn't want to think about it anymore because the pears he produced were very effective for such conditions, so he wasn't worried about the future, only about the present. Little Fatty was somewhat on the verge of a breakdown.
A pear costs a hundred thousand. If he had that much money, he wouldn't be living like a pauper.
Therefore, in the face of such a situation, it was mostly his own problem, not someone else's.
Seeing Little Fatty's expression, Ye Tiancheng smiled, "Oh my... Don't worry, I'll give you a pear in fifteen days."
"A pear? It can treat obesity?"
For him, this was undoubtedly just waiting. But he didn't know that a collapse was imminent. Because a person's body, if it has hidden ailments, will eventually manifest. What the consequences would be after it manifested was very difficult to say. Ye Tiancheng was merely reminding him.
"I really can't do anything about you. You're not a doctor," Little Fatty rolled his eyes at Ye Tiancheng.
Seeing that the kid didn't seem to care, Ye Tiancheng didn't want to say more. He smiled calmly, "Do you finally understand what this is now? Or are you prepared to trust me?"
"I don't understand. And I don't trust you, but what are we doing now?" Little Fatty asked worriedly, seeing that Ye Tiancheng had no intention of going back.
This was very frustrating for him. It was a time when he greatly needed to prove his abilities, and during this period, something happened that made him unhappy for his entire life. It was because of this that he went mad. For Little Fatty, waiting was no longer possible, because what happened next made him unable to face the entire situation.
"Given all that has happened, the only thing I can accept with sympathy and joy is that we are poor. Therefore, you understand what needs to be done much better than I do."
"What are you talking about?" Ye Tiancheng heard him say this and didn't understand what it had to do with his family being poor.
"This is what they mean by 'poverty shortens ambition, and a lean horse grows a long mane.'"
"Hmph, you only say these boring things. I warn you... Don't say that to me."
Ye Tiancheng knew what he wanted to say, so he spoke to him cautiously. This cautious speech was for his own good and for the other's. This person was simply unconvinced and always thought Ye Tiancheng was tricking him.
Therefore, he rolled his eyes at Ye Tiancheng and said, "Forget it."
"What?" Ye Tiancheng chuckled bitterly, "What's wrong with this? What is this?"
"Poverty is a disease."
"You've hit the nail on the head. I understand what you're thinking now, so let's start planning to get rich."
"You can do it, I can't. I can only assist you," Little Fatty shrugged helplessly at Ye Tiancheng.
Ye Tiancheng's thoughts were naturally different from Little Fatty's. Because he had obtained a golden finger, he was destined to be the protagonist, an invincible cockroach. As for him, he was destined to be his supporting character. The word "supporting character" was heartbreaking, but it proved the saying: if you can't do it, you can't do it. This was unavoidable. For Ye Tiancheng, many things had already become the past.
Ye Tiancheng, of course, would fulfill his promises regarding what he wanted to stir up. He wouldn't procrastinate with him. For this purpose, he had worked hard for a long time. At this moment, of course, making money was the priority. Just then, he suddenly saw Little Fatty completely weak, babbling, and convulsing, his whole body lacking strength. Seeing his condition, he naturally understood that something had happened to his body. It might be due to his obesity causing general discomfort, or perhaps symptoms like ketoacidosis.
"You might die here."
"Stop talking nonsense. Hurry up and find a way to save me! I don't want to die here." He suddenly didn't know what to do and became very flustered, because Little Fatty had never experienced such symptoms before. This could be described as a mountain of illness collapsing.