The primordial spirit descends, only to be abandoned.

Chen Yuan’s expression was calm. With a wave of his right hand, he collected the three people's storage rings.

Seeing this, Mr. Zuo felt that the two people Chen Yuan had just killed were not True Monarchs, but ants.

Chen Yuan stepped forward, appearing in front of Wang Yuting.

Under Wang Yuting’s terrified gaze, Chen Yuan grabbed her neck and lifted her up.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Wang Yuting's face turned crimson from the strangulation, and a look of terror gradually appeared on her face.

"Cough... don't... don't kill me."

Chen Yuan’s expression was indifferent. "When you chose to make a move against me, you should have considered the consequences of failure."

Driven by the desire to survive, Wang Yuting lowered her noble head: "I'll do anything you ask. Please... cough, cough... please don't kill me."

Mr. Zuo, standing nearby, widened his eyes. Had the arrogant, haughty Young Miss of the Wang Family actually submitted like this?

Young Master Chen is awesome!

Chen Yuan shook his head and sneered, "I'm not interested in you." After speaking, he exerted force with his right hand, preparing to snap her neck directly.

Just then, a Divine Rainbow rose from behind him, and a Divine Thought suddenly descended.

The Primordial Spirit Pressure swept out, numbing Chen Yuan's arm and causing him to stagger backward.

Chen Yuan's expression tightened. The Primordial Spirit leaving the body to observe all things—this was a technique of a Void Return Dao Lord.

After the Void Return Primordial Spirit leaves the body, it is unrestricted by the Physical Body; with a single thought, the Primordial Spirit can arrive instantly.

Wang Yuting, who had been released, fell to the ground, gasping for air.

The illusory figure of the Divine Thought was a middle-aged man, dressed in dark robes, whose Aura naturally inspired awe.

Mr. Zuo saw the newcomer, his expression turning terrified. He fell to the ground with a "plop" and passed out.

"Father!" Wang Yuting shouted, as if grasping onto the hope of survival.

Wang Zehong's Primordial Spirit phantom turned its head, glared fiercely at Wang Yuting, and scolded, "Shut up!"

Just ten breaths ago, Wang Yuting worried that Wang Xia and Wang Baichuan couldn't handle Chen Yuan. To be safe, she contacted her father and explained the situation.

When Wang Zehong learned of this, he was scared witless. He felt that his daughter must be tired of living, daring to provoke a Direct Disciple of a First-Rank Sect.

Wang Zehong's Primordial Spirit had arrived, and his Main Body was rushing toward them without stopping.

Afterward, he looked at Chen Yuan, his tone respectful:

"I am Wang Zehong, the Patriarch of the Wang Family. My previous action was only out of necessity. I ask Direct Disciple Chen not to take offense."

Chen Yuan rubbed his numb arm and sneered, "Patriarch Wang, what you're saying implies that killing her would be This True Person's fault?"

Wang Zehong’s forehead twitched. It had been a long time since anyone dared to speak to him like that.

But the speaker was from a great First-Rank Sect, and a Personal Disciple at that, so he could only endure it.

He continued to lower his stance, "I beg Direct Disciple Chen to spare my daughter. My Wang Family is willing to accept any compensation."

"Compensation? Hahaha." Chen Yuan laughed loudly, his tone arrogant: "This True Person doesn't want compensation. This True Person only wants her life!"

Chen Yuan naturally had the confidence to say such a thing.

At this moment, Wang Yuting's sharp voice suddenly rang out, "Father, kill him! He didn't bring a Dao Protector."

Wang Zehong felt a massive headache. He suddenly realized how utterly stupid his daughter was.

He quickly spoke up to explain, "Direct Disciple Chen, I absolutely did not mean that."

"Father, why are you afraid of him? He's just one person," Wang Yuting roared.

Wang Zehong's expression darkened. He struck out a Seal with his left hand, sealing Wang Yuting's Vocal Cords.

Wang Zehong wanted to say more, but seeing Chen Yuan's face covered in frost, he could only let out a long sigh.

"Alas, Direct Disciple Chen, I leave my Little Girl to your disposal. I only hope you can spare my Wang Family."

Hearing these words, terror gradually filled Wang Yuting's eyes. Was she... was she being abandoned?

"Naturally. Every wrong has a perpetrator, and every debt has an owner. I am a man of principle."

Chen Yuan smiled. He had thought Wang Zehong would try to fight for her again, or even attack him. The Affection Between Father and Daughter was truly laughable.

Wang Zehong's Primordial Spirit phantom glanced lightly at Wang Yuting, then snorted, "Hmph, all she does is play Petty Cleverness usually. She is Useless for Great Matters!"

Having said that, Wang Zehong's Primordial Spirit phantom disappeared. He now needed to go back and thoroughly investigate the relationship between Mr. Zuo and this Direct Disciple.

The entire Mountain Range returned to silence.

Wang Yuting knelt on the ground, trying to beg for mercy, but found that she could only make muffled sounds.

Chen Yuan punched out, and the Purple Dragon slammed into Wang Yuting's body. Her body instantly burst open, transforming into a Blood Mist.

With a "clink," the storage ring fell to the ground.

Chen Yuan waved his right hand, collecting the storage ring, and immediately sent his Divine Sense into the ring.

Inside were an Earth Rank High Grade Soul Protection Jade Pendant and a soul recovery pill. Besides these, there was also a Spirit Rank Soft Sword and 700 High-Grade Spirit Stones.

Since leaving the Sect until now, his gains had been substantial: a net profit of 1,300 High-Grade Spirit Stones, two Spirit Rank High Grade Flying Swords, and one Spirit Rank Medium Grade Long Saber.

"As expected of a large Family, everyone has a Spirit Rank Weapon," Chen Yuan sighed.

Chen Yuan walked up to Mr. Zuo and threw a Water Ball Spell, hitting him and waking him up.

Mr. Zuo groggily opened his eyes, sat up, and looked around in confusion.

Chen Yuan patted his shoulder. "It's good that you're alive. Get the horse, we're returning to Mufeng City."

Startled by the pat, Mr. Zuo immediately snapped back to his senses. He jumped up in panic. "Young Master Chen, where is Patriarch Wang? I think I just saw Patriarch Wang."

Chen Yuan took out the cloud carriage and said expressionlessly, "He left."

"Left?" Mr. Zuo patted himself all over. "Huh, he didn't touch me?"

Chen Yuan chuckled softly. "With me here, how could he dare to make any presumptuous moves?"

Internally, Mr. Zuo secretly admired Chen Yuan's formidable Background.

Immediately, a thought sprouted in his heart: If he could cling tightly to Chen Yuan’s Patronage, tsk tsk tsk, wouldn't he be able to walk sideways across the world?

Deciding to act immediately, Mr. Zuo instantly evaporated the water stains on his body, then executed a Sliding Kneel in front of Chen Yuan, respectfully Cupping his Fists and saying:

"Young Master Chen, please accept my allegiance. Starting today, I am your Junior Brother. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west."

Chen Yuan’s mouth twitched. This guy, Mr. Zuo, was a Dandy whose brain didn't work too well.

Taking him on would be like planting a Huge Trouble; he might cause a Massive Problem someday.

"To be my Junior Brother, you are currently not qualified!"

Hearing this, Mr. Zuo felt a little disappointed, but he still wanted to try. "Young Master Chen, I don't want Xia Yuruo anymore. I'll give her to you. Please accept me."

Chen Yuan's face darkened. "Shut up, you drive the horse!"

See? I told you his brain doesn't work well! Is Xia Yuruo yours? How can you just give her away!

Mr. Zuo didn't know why Chen Yuan was suddenly angry, nor did he dare to ask. He could only obediently step onto the cloud carriage and drive the Cloud Chasing Steed back to Mufeng City.

Three hours later, the sky had darkened.

Chen Yuan kept one Soft Sword, intending to give it to Shen Ling, and sold the rest to the Fire Cloud Merchant Guild, earning a total of 400 High-Grade Spirit Stones.