God Destroying Pearl

These guys looked like the city's playboys. Their attitude was arrogant and they were obviously looking for trouble.

Yang Yuxuan frowned slightly, and there was a hint of displeasure in her voice: "Wang Delong, what do you want to do?" She obviously recognized the visitors and was well aware of their intentions.

Song Yun's eyes swept over the newcomers, and he noticed that behind these people was a young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in fancy clothes.

The visitor had the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building, which was about the same age as him. Such cultivation level was considered good, but compared with Song Yun, it was not a concern.

Wang Delong had a frivolous smile on his face. He looked at Yang Yuxuan with a cynical tone in his voice: "Yuer, I didn't expect to see you here. We are really destined to meet." His words revealed a sense of self-conceit, and it was obvious that he had unrealistic fantasies about Yang Yuxuan.

Yang Yuxuan snorted coldly, with obvious disgust in her voice: "Get out of the way, I have something urgent to do." She didn't want to waste any more words with Wang Delong.

However, Wang Delong did not back down. Instead, he smiled even more proudly: "Yuer, as long as you agree to marry me, I will immediately ask my father to give your Yang family a medium-grade elixir, the Qingling Pill." There was temptation in his tone, as if he thought this was a condition that could not be refused.

When Song Yun heard the words "Qingling Pill", his heart moved.

He knew the use of the Qingling Pill. This pill could clear out the chaotic spiritual power in the body. It was undoubtedly a good medicine for cultivators who had problems during their cultivation.

He guessed that someone in Yang Yuxuan's family might have had problems with their cultivation and needed this kind of elixir to treat it.

Yang Yuxuan's expression became even colder. She was obviously angry at Wang Delong's proposal: "I won't agree to it. You'd better give up on it."

After hearing Yang Yuxuan's firm refusal, Wang Delong did not show anger, but turned his attention to Song Yun.

His eyes were full of provocation and disdain, and his tone was full of warnings and threats: "Boy, who are you? Yu'er is not someone you can touch, get out of here right now."

Song Yun originally did not intend to have too much contact with people like Wang Delong. His goal was to help Yang Yuxuan return to the Yang family safely.

However, Wang Delong's words undoubtedly touched his bottom line.

Song Yun's eyes suddenly turned cold, the spiritual power in his body surged instantly, and a pressure from the late stage of foundation building was released without reservation.

This pressure was like a real wave, surging towards Wang Delong and several others.

Wang Delong and others never thought that Song Yun actually had such a powerful cultivation. They only felt a huge pressure coming at them, making it almost hard for them to breathe.

Under Song Yun's pressure, Wang Delong and several others involuntarily took a few steps back, their faces pale and their eyes full of fear.

Wang Delong was terrified and said, "You...what do you want to do? I am the son of Wang Lifeng of Yuxu City. If you dare to touch me, you will surely die!" Although his voice was trembling, it still carried a hint of arrogance.

Song Yun remained unmoved by Wang Delong's threats. He knew that in the world of cultivating immortals, true strength is the only thing that counts.

He didn't expect that Wang Delong's cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building would be so vulnerable under the pressure of himself in the late stage of foundation building. This made him more convinced that Wang Delong's cultivation might have been improved by external forces such as elixirs, and he did not have a solid foundation.

Song Yun withdrew his pressure, and a scornful smile appeared on his face: "Make way."

Seeing Song Yun being so strong, Wang Delong knew that he had run into a tough opponent today, and he didn't dare to do anything rash again.

Although he was unwilling, the situation was stronger than him, so he had to give way and signaled his men to do the same.

Song Yun and Yang Yuxuan walked through the path that Wang Delong had made way for.

Wang Delong stood there, watching the two men leaving, with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

Some of his men complained unhappily, "Young Master Wang, he is only in the late stage of foundation building, yet he dares to be so arrogant. We must not let him go."

Wang Delong showed a sinister sneer on his face, and his eyes flashed with a calculating light: "I will make sure he can't leave Yuxu City. Go, arrange a few people to check his origins."

One of the men immediately responded: "Don't worry, leave it to me."

Soon after, Song Yun and Yang Yuxuan arrived in front of a magnificent mansion. On the gate of the mansion were two large characters "Yang Mansion".

There were several guards standing at the door, their cultivation was about the twelfth level of Qi Refining. They stood straight and looked around vigilantly.

After seeing Yang Yuxuan, one of the guards immediately saluted and said, "Hello, Miss." Their attitude was respectful, and it was obvious that they respected Yang Yuxuan very much.

Yang Yuxuan nodded, signaling the guard not to be polite, and then took Song Yun into the mansion.

Song Yun followed Yang Yuxuan, looking around the mansion, curious about the Yang family's mansion.

After entering the mansion, Song Yun asked in confusion: "Miss Yang, your family has so many guards, why did you only bring a maid with you when you went out?"

Yang Yuxuan smiled slightly, with a hint of complicated emotions in her eyes: "Brother Song, this is a long story, I will explain it to you later. I will go see my father first."

Song Yun nodded and said nothing more.

He knew that Yang Yuxuan must have her reasons for going out with only one maid.

Yang Yuxuan took Song Yun through several courtyards and came to an elegantly decorated hall.

She asked Song Yun to wait in the hall, and she walked quickly into the inner hall, obviously to meet her father, Yang Lantu, the head of the Yang family.

Song Yun found a seat in the hall and sat down. He looked at the decorations in the hall and gained a deeper understanding of the Yang family's background and strength.

The spirit bird still stayed quietly on his shoulder, its eyes looking around curiously, as if it found everything in the mansion new and novel.

In the hall of Yang Mansion, Song Yun waited quietly, his eyes were calm, but he remained alert in his heart.

After a few breaths, two maids walked into the hall lightly. Their movements were gentle and respectful. They served Song Yun a cup of spiritual tea that exuded a faint spiritual aura and some fresh spiritual fruits, and then quietly left the hall without making any unnecessary noise.

About a quarter of an hour later, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes walked in slowly.

His steps were steady and his aura was extraordinary, and he did not try to hide the aura of his cultivation.

Song Yun keenly realized that this middle-aged man had a profound cultivation level and had already reached the state of great perfection in foundation building.

After the middle-aged man entered the hall, his eyes fell directly on Song Yun. His voice was full of unquestionable tone: "Are you the Song Yun that Yu'er mentioned?"