Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Zhan Yuemiao saw that his sweetheart had been wronged today and was feeling angry with nowhere to vent, so he kicked her hard.

The kick was as swift as the wind, carrying with it a heart full of anger and dissatisfaction. Xiao Liu's already terrified face was instantly filled with despair, and he had no time to react before he was hit hard by the kick.

Xiao Liu's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound.

He groaned in pain and rolled on the ground, trying to relieve the excruciating pain.

Zhan Yuemiao showed no mercy at all. His eyes were red and his chest was rising and falling violently, like an angry lion. "You are such a fool, how dare you cause such a disaster!"

"Take them both away!"

The guards carried Xiao Liu and housekeeper Ning like they were dragging dead pigs and walked towards the inner living room.

Some young men and women who had rushed over after hearing the news came over and whispered a few words of comfort to Zhao Linger, then curiously followed the crowd to the living room.

Wang Qiye and Mr. Zhao at the top had their say, and Zhao Ling'er, who was standing at the bottom, felt even more aggrieved. She had been planning to beat him up for nothing, but in the end, he took advantage of her.

Her pretty face turned red with anger, her little mouth was pouted, and her eyes were full of resentment and anger.

"My name is Zhao Ruize, the patriarch of the Zhao Mansion. May I ask your name, Your Excellency?" The rich old man said with a smile on his face.

Wang Qiye returned the greeting. "My name is Taoist Crow.

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Master Zhao soon figured out the whole story. He did not mention the fact that Wang Qiye had molested Jiuer, and pointed at Xiao Liu and Butler Ning who were kneeling at the door.

"Please calm down, Immortal! These two people are blind and disturbed the fight. How do you think we should deal with them?"

Wang Qiye secretly sighed that this rich man was really capable, but he didn't want to take the blame. "I am only focused on immortality. Things down the mountain are too troublesome. It's better for Master Zhao to make the decision."

Zhao Ruize nodded. "Come here, drag them both away, give them 20 strokes of the cane each, and deduct half a month's salary."

"Yes." Six guards came out from the left and right and replied.

They were all tall and strong with expressionless faces, and they walked quickly towards Xiao Liu and Butler Ning.

"Thank you, Immortal, and thank you, Master, for your mercy." Xiao Liu and Butler Ning kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Their foreheads hit the ground heavily, making a "bang bang" sound, and their voices were full of fear and despair.

Before they could finish speaking, they were dragged to the backyard by the security guards.

Soon, the screams of both of them were heard.

The more Xiao Liu thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. He was beaten for no reason today. His screams were particularly loud, and the miserable cries echoed throughout the mansion.

"Why don't you come here quickly and offer tea to the Immortal to apologize?" Zhao Ruize shouted at the girl who was still in the Fourth Madam's arms and wiping her tears.

"Dad, he's just a security guard. I won't apologize to him even if you kill me."

Zhao Linger raised her head stubbornly, and the tear on her aggrieved little face could no longer be held back and rolled down.

Her eyes were full of indomitable spirit, like a wounded little animal.

"Ignorance is not a crime. I think let it go." Wang Qiye waved his hand with a tolerant look on his face.

The fourth lady stood up, took a cup of tea and offered it to the child. "It's all my fault for not disciplining her properly, which has allowed this child to be so unruly and willful. As a mother, I apologize to the Immortal on her behalf."

"Mom, it's clearly his fault, why should we apologize?" Zhao Ling'er was obviously very angry when she saw her mother admitting the mistake on her behalf.

Her little face turned red, her eyes burned with anger, and her coquettish look was quite charming.

Wang Qiye ignored her, took the teacup, blew it gently, took a sip, and then placed it on the table next to him.

Mr. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. The person who came down the mountain this time was easy to talk to, and the matter was finally over.

However, he secretly sighed in his heart that Jiuer did not know how to seize the opportunity. If she left a good impression, she might be able to serve by his bedside.

Unfortunately, she suffered such a great injustice this time, and the eldest lady got angry and lost all her usual cleverness.

I don’t know whether this Taoist priest is attracted by her pure yin power. Maybe there will be a chance in the future.

Mr. Zhao's mind was in a whirlwind, his eyes moving back and forth between Wang Qiye and Zhao Linger.

The fourth lady sat back in her original seat and whispered in Zhao Linger's ear, but Zhao Linger still stood there stubbornly, unmoved.

She bit her lips and clenched her fists, as if she was silently protesting against the injustice of it all.

Zhao Ruize shook his head slowly, knowing in his heart that there was no way he could change her mind today, so he had no choice but to give up.

"The residence of the Immortal has already been arranged. Yuelin, take the Immortal to the backyard."

"Yes, uncle."

Zhao Yuelin had a look of delight on her face, and she stepped out from the crowd with light lotus steps.

Her delicate appearance is like a flower blooming in spring, pleasing to the eye.

When others saw this scene, they all showed envious expressions and thought to themselves how lucky they would be to receive such an honor.

She smiled sweetly, stretched out her graceful hand, and made a gesture of invitation. "Please follow me, Immortal."

Wang Qiye waved his hand casually. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. From now on, just call me Crow Guardian."

She smiled sweetly, as refreshing as honey. "Then Raven Guard, I'll take you to the backyard to see where to live."

Wang Qiye nodded slightly, stood up and followed her.

Zhao Yuelin didn't walk very fast along the way. She knew that it was Wang Qiye's first time to visit the Zhao Mansion, so she gave him a detailed introduction along the way.

Her clear and pleasant voice was like a mountain stream, gurgling and flowing, describing to Wang Qiye the various scenes and layouts of the Zhao Mansion.

Her eyes were lively and she looked at Wang Qiye from time to time, observing his reaction, hoping to catch a hint of appreciation or interest from his expression.

Afterwards, the two came to a three-story house with an elegant environment and luxurious decoration. Even the tables and chairs were exquisite.

The carved beams and painted buildings reveal refinement and elegance, and the flowers, plants and trees are arranged in an orderly manner, like a beautiful painting.

Zhao Yuelin quickly explained. "Guardian of the Raven, this has always been the accommodation for the disciples of the Spiritual Stream Valley. If you are not satisfied with the furniture here, just let me know."

Wang Qiye nodded in satisfaction. He was not so particular about these places to live. His eyes were as calm as water. He just glanced around casually and then stopped paying attention.

Then, with watery eyes and full of tenderness, she hinted to Wang Qiye that if necessary, she could take care of his daily life for a year.

Her eyes were full of anticipation and temptation, and her body unconsciously moved closer to Wang Qiye, like a blooming flower, waiting for him to pick it.

Wang Qiye then understood why Mr. Zhao asked a beautiful woman to send him back to his residence. It turned out that he wanted to win him over and tie him to the Zhao family's carriage.

He smiled bitterly in his heart. The Zhao family's methods were really endless.

He didn't know if he could resist the temptation and win the beauty, but he could only pretend not to notice the hints he made to this beautiful girl.

He turned slightly to avoid Zhao Yuelin's burning gaze, his face remaining calm.

Zhao Yuelin snorted unwillingly when she saw that her seduction had failed. "Then Guard Raven, take a rest first. Uncle has already arranged for the kitchen to welcome you in the evening. I will treat you then."

"Okay." Wang Qiye responded indifferently.

Zhao Yuelin then bowed again, stood up and left.

Her steps were a little hurried, the corners of her skirt swayed gently in the wind, and her departing figure seemed to carry endless resentment.

Wang Qiye shook his head, stood up, opened the door, walked in and took a casual look around, then found a corner, sat down cross-legged, and began to continue refining the last demon beast's inner elixir that he had swallowed.

The air in the room seemed to become heavy because of his concentration. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his expression was serious and earnest.

Without the help of dual cultivation, especially the pure yin power of Xiaoyue Niang from Qinghu Peak, refining this demon pill would be extremely slow.

At this rate, it will take at least nine years to refine it.

But he was calm and still used his patience to circulate his skills through the body while refining the magic pill.

……

at dinner.

Immortals can practice fasting, but if they eat spiritual grains and animals, it will not only strengthen their bodies but also accelerate their progress in spiritual practice.

So Wang Qiye did not refuse Zhao Ruize's invitation. He straightened his clothes and walked towards the banquet with steady steps.

When Wang Qiye arrived at the banquet, there were already six tables filled with more than forty people sitting there.

The lively atmosphere froze for a moment because of his arrival, and then returned to its bustle again.

When the people at the banquet saw him coming, they all started whispering, and some even glanced at a pretty 18-year-old girl, and then secretly looked at him.

Those eyes were full of curiosity, exploration, and all kinds of indescribable complex emotions.

The men were okay, most of them were just curious, and there were a few who might be Zhao Linger's admirers. Ling Ran was not afraid of his identity and showed his anger.

Their eyes were like swords, as if they wanted to pierce Wang Qiye, and their angry expressions seemed to be declaring their sovereignty.

Half of the women cast fiery glances at him, and a few, perhaps out of shyness, blushed and lowered their heads coquettishly.

Their eyes were full of admiration and yearning, and their slightly red cheeks were like ripe apples, making people want to take a bite.

"Raven is guarding this side." Zhao Yuelin led him to Zhao Ruize's table, then bowed and retreated to another table.