Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

When Xiao Liu saw this, he quickly put on a flattering look, and relying on the power of the Zhao family, he rolled up his sleeves and walked slowly over with a grim smile.

His face looked just like a vicious dog that took advantage of its power to bully others, his eyes were full of viciousness and arrogance.

It is said that it is easy to see the King of Hell but difficult to deal with little ghosts. This statement is indeed true. Originally, Wang Qiye was ready to release the breath-concealing technique to reveal his strength in the late Jindan stage.

But when he saw the face on the other side, he wondered when he had ever suffered such humiliation in the mountains.

After a nameless anger rose in my heart, I no longer wanted to endure it.

The anger in my heart was like a surging tide that could no longer be contained.

Xiao Liu walked up to him, stretched out a hand to grab his arm, and prepared to drag him out of Zhao's house.

He looked so arrogant, as if Wang Qiye was a soft persimmon that he could bully at will.

However, a foot arrived first and kicked him in the chest. Xiao Liu really didn't expect that he, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, would dare to act so violently in the Zhao Mansion. He was caught off guard and was kicked.

The kick was as fast as lightning, carrying Wang Qiye's heart full of anger and rage.

Of course, if he was prepared, even he couldn't avoid this kick.

His body was kicked away like a cannonball.

The powerful impact caused Xiao Liu to lose control of his body instantly, and he flew in a straight line in the air.

Butler Ning behind him still had a sneer on his face when he was hit by Xiao Liu, the meat bomb. The huge force left several scratches on the bluestone slabs for the two of them, and finally they crashed into the stone wall of the yard before stopping.

"Ouch—"

The two of them groaned and did not get up for a long time. They felt as if all the bones in their bodies were broken, and the severe pain made their faces twisted. There was no trace of the arrogance and complacency just now.

"How dare you commit a crime in Zhao's mansion?..."

Xiao Liu was lying on the ground, pointing at Wang Qiye and stammering, his face full of shock. His voice was trembling, full of disbelief and fear.

He knew very well how powerful the Zhao Mansion was. In addition to the guards in the mansion who were all at the Jindan stage, the guard leader and the deputy leader were both Yuanying cultivators!

There is also a Nascent Soul cultivator who follows the master all year round to prevent any accidents.

In the Zhao Mansion in this imperial city, the strength of the bright side includes three Nascent Souls, not to mention those God Transformation masters who are secretly raised.

That huge network of power, like an invisible giant net, enveloped the entire imperial city, making people awe-inspiring.

The wealthy middle-aged housekeeper was indeed grimacing in pain, and yelled at the top of his voice, "Someone, come! Murder! Someone is committing a crime in the Zhao Mansion!"

His voice was sharp and piercing, like the howl of a pig being slaughtered, echoing throughout the yard.

"Someone dares to cause trouble in the Zhao Mansion!" Miss Nine, who was about to sneak out, heard the scream of a pig being slaughtered next door and immediately became alert.

Her originally bright eyes suddenly lit up with excitement, and with a tap of her feet on the ground, she climbed over the wall.

Her figure is as light as a swallow, and her movements are agile and graceful.

"Miss, you can't do that." The guard behind her tried to stop her, but it was too late.

The guard could only climb over the wall with a ladder and followed. His face was full of helplessness and worry, fearing that something might go wrong with the wayward Miss Nine.

A young girl who just turned 18 appeared in the courtyard. She was like a bright pearl, exuding the vitality of youth and the pride of a newborn calf.

Seeing the miserable looks of Butler Ning and Xiao Liu, he couldn't help but smile at first. That smile was as bright as the spring sunshine. Then he felt something was wrong, so he smiled again and looked at the person curiously.

"You are the one who dares to cause trouble in the Zhao Mansion?" She raised her head slightly, her eyes full of provocation and curiosity, and her clear voice was like the singing of an oriole.

The security guard who arrived in a hurry took out his magic weapon and protected her. Facing this short-haired Taoist priest, he looked so nervous never before.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and the hand holding the magic weapon was trembling slightly.

"Miss, be careful, this Taoist priest is not simple." The more he looked at the short-haired Taoist priest, the more panicked he became.

The aura emanating from the Taoist priest made him feel an unprecedented pressure, as if he was facing an insurmountable mountain.

Just the cold look from the short-haired Taoist priest made his hair stand on end. He dared not move at all, and beads of cold sweat rolled down his face. He prayed in his heart that the other guards would arrive quickly.

His heart beat rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

"Tell Master Zhao to come out quickly. I don't have the time to accompany you guys here and make trouble." Wang Qiye's eyes were indignant and his tone was filled with a hint of impatience.

When he looked at the girl, his eyes lit up.

Her skin is fair, as smooth and delicate as mutton-fat jade.

With a plump figure and exquisite curves, her graceful figure is so attractive that people can't take their eyes off her. Her long and slender legs are sexy and beautiful, and every step she takes seems to be full of endless charm.

Her hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall. It was black, thick and smooth, swaying gently in the breeze and exuding a charming fragrance.

Her tall, full breasts are firm and powerful, her waist sways gracefully as she moves with lotus steps, and she is full of the vitality and charm of a young girl.

She looked like a blooming poppy, bright, fiery, and heart-stirring. No matter how you looked at her, she was full of fatal temptation.

"what."

Wang Qiye let out a light exclamation and actually felt a huge amount of pure yin power from her body.

The richness of this energy is like the vast ocean, unfathomable.

She has already surpassed Xiaoyue Niang on Qinghu Peak, who has cultivated to the third level with special skills, and can now compete with Hu Bingrui.

He stared at it for a long time and sighed inwardly that it was a pity.

This woman has such a treasure trove, but she has no spiritual roots. She can only practice martial arts and has no chance of achieving immortality.

There was a hint of regret in his eyes, as if he saw a priceless treasure buried in the dust.

"Humph, you rascal, how dare you be so violent in the Zhao family, and even dare to look around so wantonly!"

Zhao Ling'er had never been insulted like this before, and she flew into a rage. Her pretty face flushed with anger, and her eyes were gleaming with rage.

Wang Qiye pinched his nose and sighed inwardly. "This girl is indeed very beautiful."

She had the support of the Zhao family's wealth and the strength of the third level of martial arts. She looked somewhat otherworldly, like a fairy descending from the heavens.

However, what Wang Qiye was interested in was only her special yin energy. If anyone could be the first to practice dual cultivation with her, there would be many benefits.

After all, Wang Qiye had practiced dual cultivation with so many little Yue Niangs in Qinghu Peak. This Yuan Yin power might be extremely scarce for others, but for him, who had a flash of Lingxi, it was already commonplace.

Therefore, he was just curious and did not have any improper thoughts about her.

"Don't be offended, young lady. I am just curious about the strange energy in your body. I don't have any other thoughts. You should quickly call Mr. Zhao out to avoid hurting the relationship later."

Wang Qiye saw that more and more guards were coming. He was not afraid at all, but he also didn't want to make things out of control.

"Humph, you're scared now? What were you doing before?!"

Butler Ning stood up and hurriedly hid behind the guards.

At this moment, he seemed to have found a solid backing, and his face, which had been distorted by pain, became arrogant again.

At this moment, seeing that the short-haired young man was surrounded by seven or eight guards, but still able to remain so calm, Zhao Linger's clever head started to work rapidly.

Her lively eyes were gleaming with doubt and contemplation, and she thought to herself, "Could it be that he really has something powerful to rely on? If I meet my father later, won't he look at me in vain?"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Her pretty face flushed with anger. She made up her mind that she would never let him off so easily.

She bit her red lips with her pearly teeth and thought to herself, "I decided to beat him up first, and when Daddy comes out, I'll lie and say I hit the wrong person and apologize."

"Watch out, pervert!"

Almost without any warning, Zhao Linger suddenly attacked.

She let out a delicate cry, her figure became like a phantom, and her punch blasted out like lightning.

The fist carried a whistling sound and was very powerful.

It is not impossible for a warrior in the third realm to defeat a cultivator in the Jindan stage.

Although this punch came suddenly and as fast as lightning, Wang Qiye was a practitioner of both physical and magical skills. With his body's instinctive reaction, he firmly grasped her fist with one hand.

At this moment, his thoughts raced through his mind and a plan instantly came to his mind.

The hand that was holding Zhao Linger's fist pulled and pulled, and under the pull of an irresistible force, Zhao Linger seemed to throw herself into Wang Qiye's arms. Wang Qiye grabbed her and held her tightly in his arms.

Zhao Linger felt dizzy, and by the time she came to her senses, she was firmly controlled by the other party. She felt ashamed and angry, and said coquettishly: "You pervert, let me go!"

She struggled hard, but found herself like a trapped bird in the other's arms, unable to break free.

"Let go of the lady!"

"Let my Ninth Miss go!"

"If you dare to touch a hair of our young lady, I will make you leave the Zhao Mansion lying down today!"

The guards were panicked and excited. They all took out their magic weapons, but they did not dare to take action.

"Master, let's talk nicely. It's just a misunderstanding!"

The muscles on Butler Ning's face trembled, and he quickly put on a smile, without any of his previous arrogance.

If something happens to Miss Nine because of this incident today, no matter what the reason is, his position as butler will be over.

When he thought of this, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his face one after another. His small eyes stared fixedly at the front, wondering whether the short-haired Taoist priest would do anything extreme.