Chapter 125 Simple and Unpretentious Techniques

On the other side, Third Prince Yelü Hui, completely unaware of what was happening, was dumbfounded by the scene before him.

From his perspective, the old guard had gone over with a menacing Aura to demand an explanation, determined to make the other side pay a heavy price and regret ever coming into this world.

Yet, instead of getting an explanation, he had ended up kneeling before someone else first.

He was prostrate, head bowed in silence, as devout as if he were worshipping his ancestors.

The scene looked bizarre no matter how one viewed it; after all, the two people opposite hadn't shown any signs of making a Move!

Slap—

Another fierce slap from his right hand landed.

The intense pain instantly snapped Third Prince Yelü Hui out of his stupor.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, he hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Old Cai, what are you doing? Hurry up and kill them!"

"Who? Me? A Ninth Level of Qi Refining fighting a Foundation Establishment Stage expert?"

The old guard, Old Cai, wanted to cry but had no tears. With a trembling voice, he tried to warn him, "Your Highness, you must..."

But before he could finish, he was stunned by a powerful slap from Elder Ling.

He rolled two and a half times on the ground, covered in dust, dizzy and seeing stars. His old face swelled up immediately, completely unrecognizable from the majestic, murderous appearance he had held moments before.

At this moment, Elder Ling spared a glance at Third Prince Yelü Hui.

Since Mu An hadn't spoken, he wouldn't interfere too much; otherwise, he would have given him a few hard slaps as well.

A Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator must not be insulted!

Or rather, the strong must not be insulted!

As for why Third Prince Yelü Hui was slapping himself... Elder Ling knew perfectly well; without needing to guess, he knew it was definitely Mu An working behind the scenes.

He supported this wholeheartedly. Having served as an official in the imperial court for many years, he had long despised those aristocratic youths who acted as accomplices to evil and oppressed the common people!

Seeing that the situation was under control, Mu An ignored Old Cai, who possessed the cultivation of the Ninth Level of Qi Refining, and paid no mind to the clown that was Third Prince Yelü Hui.

Instead, he walked over to the young woman selling tofu and helped her up.

In the process, he silently slipped some silver coins that Xiao Qingzhu had paid out of her own pocket into the woman's hand.

It wasn't much money, and he tucked it into a coin purse, trying his best to keep it discreet.

"Go home while you can! Don't let your family worry!"

Mu An didn't say anything else, left those words, and turned to leave.

The tofu-selling woman was stunned for a moment.

She subconsciously squeezed the coin purse in her hand, feeling its weight, and seemed to understand something.

She hurriedly knelt on the spot and kowtowed heavily towards Mu An's departing back, her voice choked with suppressed sobs.

"Thank you, benefactor! Thank you, benefactor!!"

After today's incident, her stall had been overturned, and the tofu was either smashed or scattered on the ground; it was certainly unsellable.

She had also seemingly offended a high-ranking official, and it was unclear if she could continue in this trade in the future.

Once the revenue was gone, given the difficulties at home, she was on the verge of ruin.

Mu An's help was like timely rain, helping to temporarily disperse the gloom hanging over her head and bringing great hope—the hope to continue living.

This was no less than a life-saving grace, saving her entire family, which was why the tofu-selling woman was so moved.

Unfortunately, born as a Mortal, and merely a street vendor selling tofu, she truly had no way to repay him, so she could only show her utmost sincerity by kowtowing in gratitude.

"Pah! Don't let me see you again, or I'll beat you every time I do!"

Elder Ling landed another fierce slap, knocking the old guard unconscious.

He was only refraining because of his status and the fact that the Princess was sitting in the carriage; killing someone in public would have a bad impact. Otherwise, he would have twisted this old guy's head off long ago.

Of course, not killing him didn't mean he couldn't inflict punishment.

With that last slap, Elder Ling had controlled the force 'just right,' knocking out a mouthful of the other's old teeth while also causing him severe internal injuries.

It wasn't life-threatening, but it was enough to keep him lying obediently in a hospital bed to recover for several months.

"You... stay away!"

Seeing his backer, Old Cai, pass out, and seeing Mu An stepping closer to him, Third Prince Yelü Hui felt his scalp tingle and his heart panic.

He wanted to get up and run, but he couldn't escape no matter what.

The main reason was that his own hands were currently 'accomplices to the villain'!

They showed no mercy in slapping him; the slaps rang out loudly, and both his palms and cheeks stung with piercing pain, severely limiting his ability to Move.

Never mind his mobility, he was almost being slapped into unconsciousness.

"Here... have this!"

Mu An smiled slightly.

Then, gathering all his strength, he whipped his right leg upward, striking directly at the exposed vital point in the other's crotch.

It perfectly illustrated what is meant by... the most lethal Move is often the most unadorned!

"Oh no—"

Receiving such a 'critical hit' as a man, Third Prince Yelü Hui let out a 'delicious' wail of misery, the pain so intense his eyes nearly popped out.

His expression was incredibly hideous; it seemed like every muscle on his face was tensed, twisted in a terrifying way.

The most desperate part was that he had clearly guessed what Mu An wanted to do, but he just couldn't dodge it; he could only watch everything happen.

Even afterward, he couldn't instinctively cover the injured area.

Because his hands were now completely out of control!

Finally, unable to bear the multiple humiliations to his body and mind, Third Prince Yelü Hui simply and cleanly passed out.

Even so, his hands continued to dutifully pummel his cheeks without the slightest relaxation, which was inexplicably somewhat comical.

This made Mu An unable to help but chuckle.

Although as a man he felt some empathy, as a good person, he had to confiscate the villain's tools of the crime.

He brushed off his clothes after the deed, hiding his merit and fame.

Mu An boarded the carriage, and without lingering too long, the group soon left the place.

Only Third Prince Yelü Hui and the old guard, the two unlucky fellows, remained on the spot.

The commoners who had been hiding for fear of being caught in the crossfire gradually emerged.

They whispered to each other as they looked at the two unconscious men lying on the ground.

It wasn't until an old man, trembling as he leaned on a cane, threw a rotten egg at Third Prince Yelü Hui with a face full of resentment.

"You beast who ruined my granddaughter's body and drove her to hang herself! I, this old man, will smash you to death!!!"

Once these words were spoken, the scene instantly exploded like water poured into hot oil.

Many who had been deeply harmed also stepped forward one after another.

Usually, they dared not fight against officials or Cultivators, suppressing their anger, but now that Third Prince Yelü Hui was a 'tiger fallen into the plains,' it was the perfect time for revenge.

"Heh, you have today too! You deserve to have that place kicked until it exploded!"

"Smash him! He's not a good bird at all!"

"Die, you bully who oppresses men and women!"

All kinds of rotten fish and shrimp, decaying vegetable leaves, eggs, and mud were fiercely pelted at Third Prince Yelü Hui and his companion.

The treatment was simply several times 'better' than that of a serious criminal being paraded through the streets!