153: Chapter 153 It's all your fault

"It's all that hateful Pretty Boy's fault for taking my spirit ring. Otherwise, I could have just pulled out a talisman and wiped him out!"

Murong Liyue's expression was grim. Feeling the lecherous old man before her pressing closer step by step, she tried to invoke the Cangqiong Holy Land to make him back off.

"Stay away from me! I am the Saintess of the Cangqiong Holy Land, and I am also from the Murong Family!"

"What? The Saintess of the Cangqiong Holy Land? The Murong Family of Shenxuan Continent, could it be that Sage Family? Could she be the little princess of the Murong Family?"

The crowd of onlookers stared at Murong Liyue in shock, but soon, some cultivators began to express doubt.

"That's not right. The combat power she just unleashed was only at the Earth Profound Realm. How could a Saintess of the Cangqiong Holy Land have such a low cultivation level?"

"The Murong Family? I doubt she's of direct bloodline. If she were, her protectors would have already come out to defend her instead of her bluffing here."

Old Man Wu stopped advancing, his aged face stiffening, but after hearing the analysis of the other cultivators, he let out two sinister laughs.

"Daring to impersonate a Saintess of a Holy Land and a descendant of a Sage Family? Witch, I will suppress you right now and make you the little princess of our Yihong Brothel!"

With that, he raised his left hand, gathering a terrifying, sinister wind that instantly immobilized Murong Liyue, and then sent a giant hand of Mystic Power reaching toward her.

"It's over—" Murong Liyue closed her eyes, muttering bitterly to herself.

"Finally found you, Little Fatty Murong."

At that critical moment, Ye Xuan's voice reached Murong Liyue's ears like a lifeline, allowing her to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Old man, you dare to lay a hand on my maid? You have some nerve!"

Ye Xuan blocked the path in front of Murong Liyue, effortlessly stopping the lethal strike before her.

"Big villain, you finally came! Quick, beat him up for me! He just tried to grab me." Seeing Ye Xuan, a trace of joy flashed across Murong Liyue's pretty face. She hugged Ye Xuan's arm and scolded Old Man Wu, as if he were some heinous criminal.

"Smack, smack, smack—"

"Little Fatty Murong, what did I tell you last night? You still dare to run here?" Ye Xuan was furious and gave Murong Liyue's pert buttocks a few smacks.

"Wow, that young man is truly fortunate to have such a woman by his side..."

On the second floor of the Yihong Brothel, many cultivators watched this scene with envy.

"To treat such a beautiful fairy like that, it's simply a waste of heaven's gifts! Does he not know what it means to cherish a delicate maiden?"

A young cultivator also complained indignantly.

"Hateful Pretty Boy, can't you save me some face? So many people are watching!"

Murong Liyue was thin-skinned; she clenched her small fists and slowly pounded on Ye Xuan, looking exactly like a young wife acting coquettishly toward her husband.

"I'll deal with you when we get back."

Ye Xuan hugged Murong Liyue and whispered.

"Wuwu... Pretty Boy, let me go quickly..." Murong Liyue was simply too shy; her pretty face was completely flushed, and feeling the large hand on her waist, her delicate body softened.

This was the first time she had been held so closely and intimately by a man, which made her think of her fiancé, Leng Qianming.

"If Brother Leng finds out that I was held like this by the Pretty Boy, he shouldn't be angry, right? Brother Leng, I really didn't mean for this to happen; it was all forced by this hateful Pretty Boy."

Murong Liyue muttered to herself several times, but feeling the pleasant scent on Ye Xuan's body, she couldn't help but feel her heart rate accelerate.

"You have some nerve, daring to flirt at the entrance of my Yihong Brothel. Boy, do you think I don't exist?"

Seeing this scene, a trace of resentment flashed across Old Man Wu's withered face, and the aura of the Earth Profound Realm erupted from his body.

"A mere Spirit Profound Realm cultivator dares to act presumptuously before me? Die!"

His withered palm exuded a cold Mystic Power. This time, Old Man Wu attacked with full force, intending to kill Ye Xuan on the spot with one strike.

A handprint several zhang in size blasted toward Ye Xuan.

"Too weak."

Ye Xuan didn't even look at the old fellow directly; he just casually slashed out with the zhu xian sword.

"Puff—"

A sword light tens of zhang in size almost instantly shattered the giant handprint, and Old Man Wu's aged body was sliced into dust by the sword, leaving not even a trace behind.

"My god, my god, I'm not seeing things, am I? A little cultivator in the Spirit Profound Realm actually killed a veteran Earth Profound Realm expert?"

"If I'm not mistaken, that must have been Sword Intent. He might be a genius from some major power!"

The crowd was shocked, and the eyes with which they looked at Ye Xuan holding Murong Liyue were filled with awe.

No matter who a person is, as long as they are strong, they hold the power to dictate the fate of the weak.

"He... just died like that?"

Murong Liyue couldn't believe it; she rubbed her eyes again and looked carefully at the spot where the old man had been standing.

"Alright, Little Fatty Murong, I've vented your anger for you. Now it's time for our business. Just wait until we get back; I'll beat your bottom until it blossoms!"

Ye Xuan's calm gaze rested on Murong Liyue's face, watching as she was so scared she wanted to run away, her delicate body trembling non-stop.

After he finished speaking, Murong Liyue didn't dare to retort this time and could only let Ye Xuan carry her as they walked outside.

"Pretty Boy, the female cultivators inside haven't been rescued yet!"

Murong Liyue shouted toward the inside of the Yihong Brothel: "Dear sisters, you are saved! Hurry and leave now!"

Who would have thought that this action would cause many of the female cultivators of the Yihong Brothel to widen their eyes and mock her.

"Hahaha, it's been so many years, and this is the first time I've heard such words. What a joke! You say you saved us?"

Many of the female cultivators from the Yihong Brothel walked out of the pavilion and surrounded Ye Xuan.

"Little brother, do you want to come stay with sister for a night? I guarantee it will keep your Dao heart clear and smooth!"

"And, you don't need spirit stones, it's completely free!"

The female cultivators, fallen into desire, posed and spoke to Ye Xuan, full of seduction.

"Ah? Why are they wearing so little, and exposing so much? They're really indecent." Seeing this, Murong Liyue subconsciously hid deeper into Ye Xuan's embrace, somewhat afraid of these wolf-like female cultivators.

"Oh? Now you know they're indecent? I thought you were very keen on saving them just now." Ye Xuan was naturally speechless and looked at Murong Liyue with a helpless side-glance.

"I'll give you three breaths; leave or die!"

A purple lightning glow instantly emerged from Ye Xuan's palm, and the celestial phenomena in the sky temporarily changed.

"Boom—"