Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Zhao Linger struggled with all her strength, but couldn't get free. "You shameless pervert, why don't you let me go!"

With the soft jade in his arms, the faint fragrance of a virgin quietly enters his nose.

Wang Qiye locked her arms tightly, and the two of them hugged each other so tightly that Wang Qiye felt it was hard to bear with her moving around like that.

He blew gently into Zhao Linger's neck and whispered, "If you move again, I will kiss you in front of them."

"You pervert, how dare you..." As soon as these words came out of her mouth, Zhao Linger's face turned red like a ripe apple to her ears.

Fortunately, she finally gave up struggling and calmed down.

Wang Qiye looked at the group of shouting guards with disdain, not wanting to waste time talking to them. "Hurry up and call Master Zhao over, or don't blame me for being ruthless."

The group of guards suddenly woke up from their dream and realized that if the master did not step in, the matter would be difficult to resolve.

At this moment, no one cared about the rules. Three people immediately flew out from the crowd and rushed towards the inner courtyard.

When Steward Ning saw that Wang Qiye was calm and composed, and did not seem to be afraid of the Zhao Mansion, he suddenly remembered that he once said that he was a monk who came down from the mountains.

At this moment, Butler Ning felt his legs go weak, his mind went blank, and he fell to the ground involuntarily.

"Let her go, boy! If you just let her go, I will ensure that you leave the Zhao Mansion safely, and the Zhao Mansion will never pursue this matter."

A young man appeared in the courtyard without any warning. He had a strong aura and turned out to be a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Huyuan Zhan is here!" Everyone was delighted.

Zhan Yuemiao was the deputy commander of the Zhao Mansion's security guards. How could he not notice such a big commotion here?

After seeing the situation clearly, Zhan Yuemiao couldn't help but feel heartbroken. The Ninth Miss, whom he had been thinking about so much, was now in the arms of a lecher. How could he not be extremely angry?

But at the moment, Miss Nine’s safety is the most important. We should trick him away first, and there will be plenty of opportunities to deal with him later.

"Guardian Zhan, come and save me." When Zhao Ling'er saw that her own Nascent Soul Guardian had arrived, she thought she had someone to rely on again. Joy appeared on her face and she struggled a few times.

Her voice was filled with urgency and anticipation, as if a drowning person had seen a life-saving straw.

Wang Qiye remained unmoved in the face of this Nascent Soul cultivator. His fingers gently stroked Zhao Linger's cheek with a half-smile on his face.

The warmth from the fingertips made Zhao Linger tremble all over, and there was an unfathomable light in Wang Qiye's eyes.

"You'd better not scare me. I'm a very timid person." His tone seemed relaxed, but it carried an invisible pressure.

Zhan Yuemiao quickly stopped and dared not take another step forward.

"Don't be impulsive. Hurting Miss Nine will not do you any good." His voice was filled with tension and worry, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Zhao Linger was so ashamed of being flirted with in front of so many people that her face turned red and her heart was filled with anger and shame.

She couldn't understand why he should be kneeling and begging for mercy now that the Nascent Soul cultivators were here? How could he still be so arrogant?

"Could it be that he knew he was going to die and was desperate enough to do something desperate?" She was so panicked that she dared not move anymore.

Her heartbeat quickened rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of her throat. Her original arrogance had disappeared without a trace, leaving only fear and anxiety in her heart.

The crowd was in a stalemate, but Zhan Yuemiao's eyes revealed a sinister look, looking at him unkindly. In his heart, the short-haired Taoist priest opposite him was already a dead man.

Three people rushed into the study in panic. Their steps were hurried and their breathing became rapid and heavy.

Wanqi Fei, Mr. Zhao's personal bodyguard, stood in front of them.

"How can you be so flustered?" His voice was low and stern, echoing in the study like dull thunder.

That tall and mighty body was like an insurmountable mountain, and his eyes were full of blame and majesty.

The three guards hurriedly saluted. "Master Zhao, Guard Wan, Miss Nine has been held hostage by a gangster in the yard."

"What?" Zhao Ruize, who was flipping through the account book at the desk, looked cold and intimidating without even getting angry.

His originally peaceful face instantly became as gloomy as iron, and his eyes seemed to shoot out two cold arrows.

He threw the account book in his hand onto the desk with a loud "bang" sound. The account book jumped a few times on the desk, as if it was also frightened by his anger.

His wise eyes flashed and he stood up.

"lead the way."

"Yes." The three guards did not dare to delay and quickly led Zhao Ruize to the housekeeper's side room.

"The master is coming!" A shout came from the crowd.

Then a wealthy man appeared from the corner, and behind him, besides his personal bodyguard Wanqi Fei, a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, there were also several beautiful women who had rushed over after hearing the news.

The rich man was dressed in a luxurious brocade robe, his steps were steady and powerful, and his aura of majesty without even being angry made no one dare to underestimate him.

"Dad, save me!"

When Zhao Ling'er saw the old man, she seemed to have found a backbone, and her panicked expression calmed down. Her voice was tearful, full of dependence and expectation on her father.

The old man took two steps forward, smiling. "I am the master of the Zhao Mansion. Taoist priest, let's talk nicely. Just ask how many spirit stones you want. Don't hurt Jiu'er."

The old man seemed relaxed, but Zhan Yuemiao and Wanqi Fei, the two Nascent Soul cultivators, were alert and ready to take action at any time.

Their eyes were fixed on Wang Qiye, and the spiritual power in his body was surging faintly, as if a thunderous blow would erupt at any time.

When Wang Qiye saw that the real boss had arrived, he no longer needed the hostage, so he let go and pushed the girl on the back.

"Master Zhao, it's really not easy to see you."

Zhao Linger immediately rolled into the crowd and was protected by the guards. Her body was trembling slightly, and it was obvious that she had not fully recovered from the shock just now.

A beautiful woman saw that she was safe and sound, and took her in her arms with concern. "Jiu'er, how are you? Are you hurt?"

Zhao Linger's tears fell from her face. "Mom, I'm fine." She sobbed, her voice trembling a little.

However, she turned her head away. "Dad, you must decide for your daughter. I want him to be stabbed a hundred times before he dies." Her eyes were filled with anger and resentment, and she wished she could cut Wang Qiye into pieces immediately.

"Shut up."

Zhao Ruize is a very capable person. Seeing that the short-haired Taoist priest released Jiuer without even discussing the conditions, there must be some misunderstanding.

He frowned and scolded his daughter.

Those who can carry the banner of a family are indeed meticulous people. Seeing that Jiuer's crisis has been resolved, he bowed his head with a normal expression. "I wonder why you are looking for me?"

Zhao Ling'er felt even more aggrieved when she saw that her father, who usually loved her the most, was now scolding her. She buried her head in the beautiful woman's arms and began to cry.

Her shoulders heaved, and her tears soaked the beautiful woman's clothes. Her sobbing sounded like a complaint, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Wang Qiye didn't say much, he just took out the letter from the law enforcement officer in the storage bag and shot it out. His movements were clean and neat, without any drag, the letter was like a stream of light, cutting through the air.

This large mansion in the mundane world was indeed no different from those wealthy families in the old days. Wang Qiye no longer felt any novelty about his upcoming life as a guard in that mansion.

A wave of disappointment welled up in his heart. He had thought things would be different, but he didn't expect them to still be so mundane and complicated.

Before the envelope flew to Mr. Zhao, it was grabbed by a withered hand. The hand was like a dry branch, but it contained amazing power.

Wanqi Fei checked it twice, nodded to Zhao Ruize, and respectfully handed the letter to him. His movements were very careful, as if the letter was an invaluable treasure.

Zhan Yuemiao just took a glance and saw the stamp from Lingxi Valley, and his heart trembled.

There was a hint of surprise and awe in his eyes, and he knew the weight of the letter.

The gloomy look was somewhat depressing. This letter must be true. Although it was hard to tell how advanced this kid was, just looking at his cold eyes, how many people did he have to kill before he could feel the chill?

Zhao Ruize opened the envelope and read the contents of the letter calmly, but his heart was not calm. However, the composure he had gained from years of ups and downs in the business world allowed him to remain calm on the surface.

He first chuckled a few times, then bowed with a smile on his face.

"Hehe, I didn't know the Immortal was coming. I hope you will forgive me for not welcoming me. Let's go to the inner room and talk first."

In the blink of an eye, the former enemy had become an honored guest of the Zhao Mansion. Although the guards were confused, those who were able to work in the Zhao Mansion had good eyesight and quickly made way.

Their faces were full of confusion and awe, and they moved quickly and in unison, not daring to hesitate for the slightest.

Wang Qiye put his hands behind his back, followed Zhao Ruize with a normal expression, and walked out of the side yard.

Ning Chen, who had been sitting on the ground, felt dizzy at the moment. The cultivator who could be treated with such courtesy by the master could only be from the famous sects on the mountain.

His heart was filled with regret and fear, and his face was as pale as paper.

He had been cautious all his life, but how could he have caused such a disaster today? He kept blaming himself in his heart, wishing that time could go back.

You are a disciple of a famous sect, so can't you act more high-profile?

You came directly from the sky and landed at the Zhao Mansion in such a magnificent manner. Who would dare to look down on you?

He just had to barge in like a young and foolish man.

The more Butler Ning thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and even a little overwhelmed.

His brows were tightly furrowed and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead.

Faced with such a change, Xiao Liu couldn't remain calm. He grabbed the thigh of Zhan Yuemiao who was about to leave.

"Deputy Commander Zhan, this matter has nothing to do with me. I'm just leading the way." His voice was tearful and his body kept shaking, as if he had grasped the last straw.