265: Chapter 265 Uncle

This sharp shout instantly shattered the clamor in front of the adobe house.

Zhou Bapi and his group of servants turned their heads in unison. Seeing an old man and a young girl standing outside the door, they were first stunned, then showed looks of disdain and contempt.

Zhou Bapi narrowed his beady eyes, sizing Ye Jing up and down. Seeing his simple clothes and calm temperament, he didn't look like a prominent figure from Liu Village.

His arrogance flared up even more, and he barked with hands on his hips, "Where did this old man come from? How dare you meddle in my business?"

"If you're smart, get lost now, or I'll deal with you too!"

Ye Jing sneered as he stepped forward. "Liu Village's land, Liu Village's people—since when is it the turn of an outsider scoundrel like you to throw your weight around?"

Zhou Bapi was instantly enraged and roared with bluster, "Old man, what do you think you are? This Huang Silang owes me money and sold his son to me."

"That makes him my slave! By all rights and reason, he is my property! If you want to stick your neck out, give me a hundred taels of silver! Otherwise, shut your mouth!"

"Fine, I'm definitely getting involved. It's not too late for you to run now," Ye Jing sneered.

Seeing that the old man was so ungrateful, Zhou Bapi immediately ordered, "What are you all standing there for? Hit him! Kick this old fogey out and see if he still dares to meddle!"

The servants looked at each other. Ultimately, relying on their numbers, they picked up the wooden sticks and hoes in their hands and lunged at Ye Jing, their fists and feet whistling through the air toward the old man.

Ye Jing narrowed his eyes. The rushing servants, along with Zhou Bapi, felt an overwhelming pressure that forced them to the ground. Their knees slammed heavily onto the earth, and their bones were instantly crushed.

The momentary pressure immediately extinguished Zhou Bapi's arrogant flame.

He was terrified, and his pleas for mercy came out even before his cries of pain.

"Immortal... Immortal! Spare my life! This lowly one... this lowly one failed to recognize your greatness! I have offended the Immortal!!"

Zhou Bapi's face was pressed firmly against the cold mud. That invisible pressure was like a mountain weighing down on him; with even a slight struggle, he felt as if his internal organs were being displaced. His former arrogance had vanished, replaced only by bone-chilling fear.

The servants on the side were in an even more miserable state; some had twisted and deformed arms, while others had their front teeth knocked out, their mouths full of blood.

They lay on the ground wailing for their parents, not even daring to let their cries be too loud.

They feared provoking the living deity before them and ending up crushed to pieces.

In front of the once-clamorous adobe house, only the intermittent sounds of pained groans remained, and the silence was terrifying.

"Uncle!" Huang Xiaokui cried out as she ran toward Huang Bai, but Huang Bai was looking at the Immortal with a face full of terror. He struggled to kneel and bow, but a clear stream of spiritual energy held him up.

Ye Jing said calmly, "Eldest Huang boy, it's been so long since we last met. Do you still remember me?"

Huang Bai was startled and hurriedly looked up at the old man in plain clothes. There was no trace of aging on his face, looking around sixty, but that face was both strange and familiar.

He had seen it when he was a child.

Huang Bai called out tremblingly, "Uncle!"

This "Uncle" landed shakily. Huang Bai was trembling all over, his eyes churning with waves of disbelief.

He never could have imagined that this Immortal before him, who could suppress wicked servants with a wave of his hand and possessed mountain-like pressure, was actually the uncle who rarely showed his face back then.

After his aunt took his uncle into the family, they had separated from the Huang Family. When he was young, he had followed his scoundrel father to their door to beg for money and had only seen him from a distance a few times. In his memory, although that man was stern, he had never mistreated them.

Later, he and his brother were sold to Zhou Bapi by their father, and they lost all contact. Decades had passed in a flash.

At this moment, Zhou Bapi, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, turned ashen with fear. This Huang Bai, whom he could crush at will, actually had an Immortal for an uncle?!

Hearing this, Zhou Bapi's fat shook like a sieve. He slammed his forehead hard into the mud, each strike kicking up dust. Blood soon seeped from his brow, mixing with cold sweat to smear across his face.

How could he have known that Huang Bai, whom he usually bullied and beat at will, had such a powerful relative? This wasn't an uncle; this was a living King of Hell descended to earth!

"Immortal, spare me! Master Huang, spare me! I was blind and my heart was blinded by greed, I'll never do it again!"

He wailed and howled, his voice shaking out of tune.

"I don't want the money anymore! I'll tear up the Deed of Sale! I'll leave Liu Village right now and never step foot in here again for the rest of my life! I beg the Immortal to be merciful and spare this lowly dog's life!"

Ye Jing threw out a jade stone, enveloping Huang Bai and Huang Xiaokui so they couldn't see what was happening.

Then Ye Jing called out Xiao Chi and said coldly, "Kill them."

As soon as he spoke, the Red Fox, covered in flames, immediately spat out a mouthful of Demon Fire. These flames soared into the sky; how could those Mortals withstand it?

In moments, they were burned to ashes, without even a single cry of pain.

After Ye Jing retracted the Jade Pendant, Huang Bai looked closely and saw that all those people had disappeared. However, he didn't dare to ask Ye Jing and could only stand to the side without moving.

Ye Jing looked at Huang Bai and asked, "Besides you, are there any other members of the Huang Family?"

Huang Bai hurriedly said, "Immortal... only a few collateral branches of the Huang Family are left. They are all in the village..."

Hearing the word "Immortal," Ye Jing felt a bit of emotion. He softened his tone and said, "Just call me Uncle. Your niece, Huang Xiaokui, has a Spiritual Root and can step onto the path of immortality."

"You are inherently kind but were forced into this state by the struggle for survival. From now on, return to the Ye Family with Xiaokui."

"I have several acres of spiritual fields. You can lead the other members of the Huang Family to manage and Cultivate them. Being a Retainer of the Ye Family will ensure you live out the rest of your life in peace."

Hearing this, Huang Bai suddenly knelt and bowed repeatedly to Ye Jing. "Thank you, Imm—Uncle! I will definitely work like a horse for the Ye Family and never have any divided loyalty!"

Huang Xiaokui also knelt down, her almond eyes filled with tears but also with light. "Thank you, Great-Uncle."

Ye Jing reached out to help the father and daughter up.

He looked down at Huang Xiaokui and saw her looking up with her small face. Her almond eyes held both reverence for him and a bit of childhood innocence, looking somewhat similar to the Huang Taohua of back then.

His heart stirred slightly, and he reached out to rub the top of her head. "After returning to the manor, I will have someone cleanse your Spiritual Root so you can Cultivate well."

After settling the Huang Family members, Ye Jing let out a long sigh.

Now that the Huang Family had submitted, they could be considered a branch of the Ye Family. If Huang Xiaokui cultivated well, she could be chosen to marry one of the younger generation of the Ye Family. In the future, the children must all unite with those who have Spiritual Roots, which would benefit the lineage of future generations.

The Ye Family's True Scripture of Fate-Defying Root Transformation was too Heaven-Defying. In future generations, only the Direct Line should be allowed to use it to avoid it being leaked.

With these thoughts in mind, Ye Jing simply returned home to Cultivate, saying no more.

Three days later.

A Spirit Sparrow flew into the Ye Family courtyard and landed on Ye Jing's shoulder, chirping away at him.

This caused Ye Jing's slightly relaxed brow to furrow instantly.

Someone from the Li Family wants to meet him, the Family Head?

Ye Jing brushed his hand over the remaining sparrow feathers on his shoulder. His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and the gentle aura of an old man around him instantly vanished.

It was replaced by an unfathomable pressure, causing even the Spiritual Plants in the courtyard to instinctively droop their leaves.

"Could they have been sent by the Lingxiao Sect?" Ye Jing believed he had been cautious enough when going to Red Copper Mountain; otherwise, the Lingxiao Sect's Sect Master would have come personally.

He was somewhat curious about what the Li Family was doing here.