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"I heard that you have a guest staying here? Ask him to come down quickly."

The fat black soldier in the lead was not polite at all. He sat down at the table, snatched the boss's wine and started eating.

The waiter immediately smiled and found a portion of braised beef from behind the counter and brought it to the table. "Master Guan, let's talk about it..."

"Don't talk bullshit, just go when I tell you to do something, or I'll kill you with a knife."

The fat black soldier snatched the braised beef and cursed with disdain.

"Don't you know who is up there?"

The boss sat up from his recliner.

"I don't care who you are. I just know that my master wants to arrest someone. Tell him to get off quickly, otherwise I will chop off his head."

The fat black soldier shouted loudly, and the soldiers behind him looked at the boss and the waiter with contempt, not taking them seriously at all.

"Since the official said so, I can only ask the official not to regret it."

The boss signaled to the waiter, who understood and ran upstairs and knocked on Yang Yu's door.

"Okay, follow me."

When the waiter looked back, he found that Yang Yu had appeared behind him, and he was so scared that his back felt cold.

"I want to see what kind of temper the people here have."

Yang Yu walked down the stairs slowly, smiling.

"Sir, these officials are looking for you." The boss immediately leaned behind Yang Yu, bowed and pointed at the dozen or so officers and soldiers who looked so imposing.

"Are you the one who dared to send something to our master? Come, arrest him."

The fat black soldier, with his mouth full of beef, gave slurred orders, and more than a dozen big swords were pointed at Yang Yu, and more than a dozen men attacked fiercely.

Judging from the situation, the intention is not to capture him, but to kill Yang Yu.

A knife fell,

Yang Yu smiled.

The big knife pierced through Yang Yu's body and hit the fat black soldier's head. Blood splattered everywhere and he rolled to the ground screaming.

More than a dozen officers and soldiers were stunned on the spot.

"I have a bad temper and usually don't leave the body intact."

With a wave of his hand, Yang Yu beat more than a dozen soldiers into a pulp and threw them onto the street, leaving only one soldier completely confused.

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"Is this how your master asked you to come and take mine?"

Yang Yu looked at the only surviving officer and soldier calmly.

"Our master asked you a question, answer it."

The boss straightened his hunched body and knocked the table next to him heavily with his finger joints.

"...I don't know, sir. I don't know. I just followed the boss here. We did whatever he said. I don't know anything!"

The surviving officers and soldiers cried bitterly, with snot bubbles coming out of their noses. They fell to the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Then go back and tell your master what happened here."

Yang Yu waved his hand, and the officers and soldiers immediately kowtowed twice in gratitude, crawled out of the door, looked at the pools of blood, and were so scared that they fled out of the street.

The street vendors had long been gone, let alone pedestrians and tourists. Most of the shops were closed. Now seeing the soldiers being beaten into a pool of blood and thrown out, the shop owners on this street had no mood to stay any longer. After closing their doors, they began to discuss how to escape from the city.

"Master, do you need something to eat? I'll go get some good beef."

The boss pointed at the blood plasma of that group of people and laughed happily. The old man in his seventies suddenly looked like a young man.

"Come on, let the waiter pack up his things."

Yang Yu found a clean table and sat down. The boss prepared a plate of fresh braised beef and served some good wine. The waiter had already picked up the broom and bucket and started cleaning. He dragged the body of the fat black soldier out, and the bloody smell in the house instantly faded a lot.

“The beef is good.”

Yang Yu took two bites and found it was indeed fresh. He thought it was the best part of the beef, with tendons, but only a little bit, which added just the right amount of chewiness. This is probably what is needed for braised beef to taste good.

"Thank you for your compliment, Master. I don't know why I let that soldier go. When he returns, he will definitely exaggerate what happened here. Will he then turn right and wrong and say that I was the first to start the fight?"

The boss poured Yang Yu some wine, his cloudy eyes rolling around.

"It would be better to let him go back and let him contact that ignorant old man."

Yang Yu took a sip of wine, smiled, and patted the table. The big white fox appeared behind him in an instant.

Seeing this, the boss tactfully retreated.

The waiter quickly mixed all the meat paste into buckets, and poured bucket after bucket into the large vat. He also got some salt water and cleaned the blood-stained street. Then he retreated to the yard behind the inn like the boss.

"Master, this time that master has offended the master. He killed more than a dozen soldiers and deliberately let one go. Next, there will definitely be immortal monks who will come to settle accounts with that master."

The waiter wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was not easy to clean up the mangled body parts of more than a dozen people. He was exhausted.

"Are you afraid?"

The boss glanced at the waiter.

"That's not the case. The master has told me that the master must be a person of great power and will not be afraid of those immortal monks. I am worried about the two of us, especially you, master. You are old. If a fight breaks out later, I am afraid that you will not be able to escape and will be killed by the aftermath of the fight between the immortal monks."

The waiter rubbed his hands, which made the boss angry.

"Go away, go away. Even though I'm over 70 years old, I'm still in good health. If we really fight, you might not be able to run faster than me."

"Hey, Master, stop saying those things. I think we should step back a little and hide in the cellar, or we should move to another place. This is a dangerous area. If some immortal monks come, we will not be able to escape."

"That's not the case. That gentleman is a good man and extremely powerful. Those immortals and monks who come here are just talking big and can't do anything else. They just need to stay here honestly and prepare some good wine and food. That's what we should do."

The boss shook his head and asked the waiter to do some things.

……

"Master, what did you send to that old man? Why did you let these soldiers come?"

Wu Bai thought it was delicious and filled Yang Yu’s glass with wine.

"It's just a pill, it's many times better than their tranquilizing pill. If the old man is really ill, this pill is enough to cure him."

Yang Yu chuckled.

"It seems that there is no one in the old master's house who knows the value of things. They can't tell that the pill the master gave him is poisonous. Maybe the people in the house thought it was a poison pill and used it to slander the master, saying that the master tried to use this pill that looks like a tranquilizer to confuse the old master and then poison him to death."

The misty white jade hand gently pinched Yang Yu's shoulder, her eyebrows were curved, and a beautiful smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

"That's about it. I wanted to use the elixir to test whether there were any cultivators with higher cultivation in the opposite mansion. Although the other party might not be able to recognize this kind of elixir, as long as the cultivation has reached the solid foundation, they can more or less tell whether the elixir is good or bad. But the fact that the other party sent soldiers to arrest me is enough to prove the truth."

"It seems that the people in this world are just like this. There is not even one person in the Solidification Realm. It feels so weak."

"That's not the case. This world was shattered by a battle between immortals who knows how many years ago. It ended up like this. The cultivation of the cultivators may have been interrupted, or there are no cultivators left after the battle. Everyone is cultivating by groping on their own."

Hearing what Yang Yu said, Wubai stuck out his tongue, and the sweet and tender little tongue stretched out very long and licked his little nose.

"Then Master, shall we wait here now?"

"Let's wait and see whether the soldier is going to escape or tell his master, and then wait and see what the master will do next."

Yang Yu closed his eyes and immersed his consciousness in his dantian. He circulated his spiritual power and broke through the seal of the middle stage of foundation building.

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The largest mansion in the Qingtian City is so luxurious that it uses almost all the best and most expensive materials in the city. Each house has a unique architectural style, and even human blood is used for sacrifices.

Now in the hall of this mansion, an old man dressed in luxurious clothes sat in the center and listened to the words of a young soldier who was kneeling in front of him and crying bitterly.

"That person also said that the master was born without a mother and raised without a father, and his whole family died. He was just a filthy bastard..."

The officers and soldiers cried bitterly with tears and snot.

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"That's all you said?"

The old man in fancy clothes' face twitched.

"That's all...that's all I said."

The officer and soldier lying on the ground slowly raised his head, smiling obsequiously, with a bad feeling in his heart.

"Come on, cut off his head and send it to the distinguished guest, and hang his body at the city gate."

At the command of the old man in the gorgeous clothes, the soldiers in the hall drew their swords immediately. The officers and soldiers lying on the ground had their heads chopped off before they could even show any mournful expressions. Blood gushed out and their heads rolled on the ground, all the way to the feet of the old man in the gorgeous clothes.

"Mr. Chen, which distinguished guest are you giving this to?"

Next to the old man in fancy clothes sat a middle-aged man with a simple and honest face and a wooden sword on his waist.

"Who are you talking about? It's the person who gave me the pills at the inn."

Mr. Chen looked distressed, and his already wrinkled face looked even uglier.

"I really admit defeat this time. I shouldn't have listened to that strange stranger who came from nowhere. Now the capable man in the inn can easily beat a dozen soldiers into a pulp and throw them all outside the inn. Do you think you can do such a thing?"

"It's easy for us to kill a dozen soldiers with one slap, but it takes precise control to just slap them into a pulp without contaminating any part of the inn, and then throw them all out... This is a bit difficult for me. I haven't tried it, but I can't say I can't do it."

The honest man gave the answer after careful consideration.

"Don't brag. I don't think you can do this kind of thing. There must be someone more powerful than you."

Mr. Chen said impatiently.

"That may not be the case. Master Cheng, I have never tried this kind of thing. How can you say that I can't do it? How about this, let's bet on a beauty. If I do it, you will reward me with another beauty. If I can't do it, then I admit defeat."

The honest man showed a lewd expression, which was quite inconsistent with his appearance.

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense here. This incident has given me a warning that we cannot completely trust outsiders. Now we should think of a way to appease that distinguished guest. Otherwise, when that distinguished guest comes to kill us, I'm afraid we will all die here."

The more Mr. Chen thought about it, the more worried he became. He never expected the situation to turn out like this.

A month ago, a stranger came to the city of Qingtian. At that time, Mr. Chen was seriously ill and wanted to find a miracle doctor to cure his illness and prolong his life. The stranger said that he could cure his illness, so Mr. Chen didn't think twice and took him into the mansion and asked how to cure his illness.

The outsider gave a golden pill to Mr. Chen and asked him to eat it. As expected, his illness was cured by 70% or 80%. Mr. Chen was ecstatic and offered to take any treasures and beauties in his home, hoping to get more pills from the outsider.