She, a woman as beautiful as a fairy, could also be incredibly rude. Beautiful women, once they get into a fight, are truly terrifying, like gods of slaughter.
"Holy crap, shameless!"
At this moment, Ye Tiancheng felt he was sighing. Su Muxian's character had collapsed. If she had acted a little more reserved, people wouldn't have felt her persona had crumbled.
But how could a beautiful woman maintain such composure? She did as she pleased. Having been pampered since childhood, Su Muxian couldn't be like other incapable women who could only accept bullying, keeping their thoughts to themselves, never daring to speak up or act on their ideas.
"You damned woman, how dare you slap my face! I'm furious! You'll all die later, I mean it, I won't just be bluffing..."
"Scared of you? Go find a master if you dare." At this point, Su Muxian decided to go all out.
In her opinion, as long as Ye Tiancheng was by her side, no one would dare to harm her. Anyone who dared to mess with her would pay a heavy price. Ye Tiancheng would naturally help her because this woman had shown him kindness, and he couldn't stand by and do nothing. Thinking of how much she had helped him before, he couldn't refuse when it was his turn to act. So, he smiled calmly and said to the woman, "You really know how to cause trouble for me. I'm very busy, young lady. Please be merciful and spare me."
"I spare you, but who spares me? In this world, the strong rule, and the weak die. Isn't that what you said? Why are you hesitating now?" Su Muxian couldn't understand why he was so timid. Where was his heroic spirit from back then?
Ye Tiancheng couldn't explain this. Many things are simply inexplicable. If they could be explained, everything would be perfectly clear. Just as they were arguing incessantly, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the door.
"Which bastard dares to lay hands on my little sister? Damn it, he's tired of living!"
This loud shout immediately drew everyone's attention to the door. A man with an imposing aura appeared in their sight. He was wearing a black suit, a designer brand, a globally renowned name: Armani.
The man was adorned with gold and silver jewelry all over his body. Either he was extremely flamboyant or incredibly ostentatious. If all the gold jewelry he wore were melted into ingots, it would weigh about five to six catties. It was truly unexpected that such a flashy man was the brother of a gold-digger.
"Elder brother, it's this person! He humiliated me. You must stand up for me!" The woman cried, tears streaming down her face. She felt that as long as her brother was there, she wouldn't fear anything, even if the sky fell. Her brother was a cultivator, far stronger than Hei Zi. If Hei Zi were an ant, her brother would be as large as a beetle.
Li Yuanyuan's elder brother was named Li Yaoyang. He was a cultivator who had reached the sixth level of the Golden Core stage, three levels higher than Ye Tiancheng. Ye Tiancheng was currently only at the third level of the Golden Core stage. In the world of cultivators, being one level higher meant a world of difference; they could easily defeat you without you even being able to touch their clothes. Therefore, in the face of strength, everything else was just a fleeting cloud. Not everyone was a cultivator; only a few were. Several people drinking nearby were only at the fifth or sixth level of the Qi Refining stage. Seeing two powerful figures clashing, they naturally moved aside, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.
Seeing these people retreat voluntarily, Li Yaoyang felt a sense of superiority.
"Kid, kneel on the ground and cripple your own meridians, and I might consider sparing your life." Li Yaoyang looked at Ye Tiancheng with the demeanor of a victor. In his eyes, Ye Tiancheng was just an ant. If he wanted this guy to perish, he would perish; he had no ability, only death.
"You really think too highly of yourself." Ye Tiancheng found nothing more laughable than someone like him, who was so arrogant, acting as if others couldn't possibly survive. He would always lord over others, defecating and urinating on them. Their existence was to be bullied by him, and others existed to be bullied by him. How could Ye Tiancheng accept such a philosophy? He couldn't help but chuckle, his face filled with disdain.
As far as Ye Tiancheng was concerned, he did as he pleased, and no one could lord over him. Even though the other party seemed very formidable, in his eyes, he was just a piece of excrement, not even worth half a strand of hair.
Who knew what would happen next? But Ye Tiancheng knew that this guy was just a paper tiger. In Ye Tiancheng's eyes, this guy's existence was utterly laughable.
"Kid, what's with that look in your eyes?" Li Yaoyang felt that Ye Tiancheng was truly as good as dead. He was merely a third-level Golden Core cultivator. In front of a sixth-level Golden Core cultivator, he should have been kneeling and begging for mercy like a complete idiot. How could he be more arrogant than him?
"What did you say? I'm looking at you like you're a dog, because in my eyes, you're just a muddled, arrogant kid. If you truly knew what strength was, I'd advise you to curb your arrogance, lest you pay a heavy price later. Therefore, in the face of a powerful person, all existence is illusory."
Ye Tiancheng spoke to him in a tone of lecturing a brat. How could this guy tolerate that? He was so enraged that smoke seemed to be coming out of his seven orifices. He was determined to teach Ye Tiancheng a lesson with his strength, to let him understand that there were always people better than him and heavens beyond heavens. Powerful people didn't need many explanations; strength was the only explanation. Therefore, he didn't need to be polite to Ye Tiancheng; he had to let him understand that he was the master.
"Waaah!" The guy said and charged forward, his fist like a lit flame. His fist was like a burning flame, and his fist technique was called "Flame." He had practiced it to perfection. In his opinion, Ye Tiancheng was destined to be beaten to death. But as his fist reached him, a crisp cracking sound was suddenly heard, and the next moment, the guy was squatting on the ground, wailing and crying out in pain.
This bizarre scene made the onlookers incredulous. They couldn't understand why the Flame Fist technique had failed here.
No one present, including Li Yaoyang, saw how Ye Tiancheng made his move. All they saw in the end was a blur of afterimages, and then Li Yaoyang's arm was broken.
"Bitch, are you human or ghost?" Li Yaoyang clutched his arm, screaming in pain, and asked. Ye Tiancheng flicked the dust off his clothes and said calmly, "That's because you've never met a master. Now you have. Do you know your own strength? Because powerful people don't need any explanation. Weak people do."
Li Yuanyuan hadn't expected her elder brother to be finished in less than a second of fighting Ye Tiancheng.
This guy probably never dreamed that Ye Tiancheng possessed a divine stone and a fragment of the Fuxi Qin.
These were, of course, Ye Tiancheng's most secret matters. Besides his name, even Su Muxian didn't know he possessed these divine artifacts. Of course, Ye Tiancheng hadn't used the Mountain God Great Green Snake yet.
If the Great Green Snake had made a move, this guy would have been dead.
"All of you, get lost! I never want to see trash like you again. You think you can sweep across the world just because you've cultivated a little? I regret to inform you that the world belongs to everyone, not just you."
Ye Tiancheng's words were resounding. Those who were usually bullied by the strong seemed to have found a kindred spirit. They kept casting admiring glances at him. This was only natural. The weak naturally hoped for someone to stand up for them, and Ye Tiancheng was that person. However, Ye Tiancheng couldn't reveal his emotions. He maintained a calm expression, believing that everything in the world had its place and couldn't be taken for granted. Everyone had their own desires, and things they couldn't achieve. It was just that Ye Tiancheng hadn't revealed his weaknesses; he just hid them in his heart, not wanting anyone to know.
It was fine if others didn't know, but Su Muxian didn't know anything, and she was very annoyed, feeling that Ye Tiancheng wasn't being honest with her at all.
Those without ability were destined to become trash, no different from dirt.
Every cultivator constantly broke through to become stronger, playing the role of cannibals in this world. The weak also possessed the same ambition, but they were all favored by heaven, forever abandoned by heaven.
Because heaven only favored a select few, allowing a small number of people to become successful. These few people controlled the fate of the majority and their needs, draining the majority to sustain their own physiological lives, working and striving. These few became parasites feeding on them. This was the structure of the world. If you wanted to change it, you had to pay with blood and tears. But every successful person continued to spread, becoming the same kind of characters they once hated.
He didn't like being that kind of person at all, but the world's design forced him to be that way. There was no other way, just like the protagonist in "The Old Man and the Sea." He hated fishing, but if he didn't fish, he couldn't survive, so he could only take lives to survive.
This world was inherently full of contradictions and conflicts of interest. Anyone who had this awareness would have foresight, striving for a way out for the weak. Protecting the weak was also protecting one's own interests. Those who constantly took the lives of others, people and animals, never felt their desires were terrible. They could continuously exploit others' living space to expand their own, making the world chaotic and hell-like. Those who were rich and capable lived in a paradise, while the weak, living at the bottom, lived in purgatory. They worked hard but only managed to make ends meet. The burden of life was like the plow of a draft animal, weighing down on their shoulders.
For the weak, life was beautiful; it was just a deception.
This was because the superiors wanted it to be so. Only by diligently pulling the plow could they reap abundant harvests. For those of low status, they were like oxen, while those of high status controlled the fate of the oxen, making them work hard and contribute to them.
Ye Tiancheng had long seen through the world, so he desperately wanted to change it. To change this world, he had to become stronger, to possess more power. Only with power did one have the right to speak. A person of low status and little influence, constantly uttering useful words, was still speaking nonsense because those words lacked the power to be put into practice. All his good ideas would not be implemented, and thus they would remain silent in this vast ocean of the world, dying of old age like all ordinary people...
Ye Tiancheng had now resolved the issues with Li Yuanyuan and Li Yaoyang. He walked directly to the bar owner and continued his unfinished conversation. The owner likely knew what he wanted and stood up, respectfully asking, "May I know what the esteemed guest intends? I have nothing that would please the state. If you can tell me, I will certainly assist you."
"I just want to know who is the most powerful cultivator here. I have no other requests." Ye Tiancheng didn't hide his desire for an answer and spoke directly to the bar owner. The bar owner heard Ye Tiancheng's words and smiled calmly, "Oh, it's about that. Why didn't you say so earlier? Your serious expression just now really scared me."
After speaking, the owner wiped the sweat from his forehead, speaking nervously.
Then, he took out a small notebook from the drawer and quickly began writing.
Ye Tiancheng saw the information on the owner's notebook. Although there were only a few words, they conveyed a lot of information. Ye Tiancheng took the pages and carefully glanced at them. He found that the name on the last line was Li Yaoyang, who had just fought him. Above Li Yaoyang was Wang Damo.
Wang Damo was an eighth-level Golden Core cultivator. His weapon was a pair of double hammers.
The double hammers weighed over 100 catties and could easily shatter stones the size of large trucks.
This guy's ability was even greater than Li Yaoyang's, which was why he ranked ahead of Li Yaoyang. Li Yaoyang was merely a sixth-level Golden Core cultivator, while he was at the eighth level. Seeing Wang Damo's information, Ye Tiancheng muttered to himself, "This guy is really quite formidable, an eighth-level cultivator."
Against an eighth-level cultivator, Ye Tiancheng had no confidence in fighting him. After all, his victory over Li Yaoyang was a stroke of luck. If he were to fight Li Yaoyang a second time, Ye Tiancheng couldn't guarantee he would win again. His victory was entirely dependent on Li Yaoyang not knowing his true capabilities. If Li Yaoyang had known about the divine stone and the Great Green Snake within him, he certainly wouldn't have been so arrogant and would have gone all out.
As the saying goes, an arrogant soldier is bound to lose. It was only natural. The only way for the weak to deal with the strong was to lure them into a false sense of security, making them overconfident and underestimate their opponent. The reason Li Yaoyang fell for Ye Tiancheng's trap was simply that he didn't know Ye Tiancheng was a cultivator favored by heaven.
After defeating this guy, Ye Tiancheng's next task was to train. After all, an eighth-level cultivator was not to be trifled with. They possessed absolute power and methods. These guys were usually nowhere to be seen, but sometimes they were praised as masters among the common folk, their might spread far and wide.
Ye Tiancheng also desired such vanity, but he thought that such vanity was useless because these guys simply wanted the same power as Ye Tiancheng. With Ye Tiancheng's power, they could do whatever they wanted, and no one could stop their strength.
Ye Tiancheng would now find a place to cultivate diligently. Previously, his diligent cultivation was met with constant troubles, which greatly distressed him.
He needed to find a suitable place to cultivate diligently. If he could reach the Golden Core realm, he would be able to contend with Wang Damo.
Wang Damo had now become Ye Tiancheng's adversary. Ye Tiancheng was determined to make this person suffer and regret his existence in this world.
"This guy is really quite detestable. Why didn't he just finish me off?" Li Yaoyang knelt on the ground, thinking Ye Tiancheng could have just killed him, but he didn't. He just told him to get lost. Wang Damo couldn't understand this choice, let alone agree with it.
In his world, there was only one word: the strong are respected.
The weak were destined to die.
He absolutely could not accept such a thing, nor could he force himself to.
He pulled out a knife and aimed it at his own neck. Just as the tip of the knife was about to pierce his neck, an object flew over and, without missing its mark, knocked the knife away. The knife landed not far away, bounced on the ground, sparks flying, and then fell to the ground.
"A powerful person must have strong self-esteem. Those without strong self-esteem cannot be responsible for themselves." Ye Tiancheng's words pierced his heart like knives. He looked up at Ye Tiancheng helplessly.
Ye Tiancheng smiled at him and said, "Generally speaking, you can cultivate further and then seek revenge from me."
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Of course, but only if you can defeat me afterward." Ye Tiancheng showed a confident smile, a smile that answered him—you can't, you simply can't defeat me.