C13 He Could Not Keep a Low Profile!

"He still gave me that look. Listen up, I'm the head honcho of the Devil Sect's No.1 kitchen. You do as I say, got it? You're just a Qi Sensing Stage whelp; you've got to follow my every command."

Ye Nong was in the Late Period of the Foundation Stage. For a chef, achieving such a level of cultivation was quite impressive. He had every reason to be proud.

Jiang Su paid them no mind. Arguing with such people, even if he won, would be pointless.

For a while, Jiang Su remained silent.

"This kid won't speak up! Drag Wang Tian out here. I'll show this brat the consequences of not listening to me."

No sooner had he spoken than several towering chefs hauled someone out. They lifted his legs, letting his head hit the ground, and dragged him over in that manner.

It had been barely an hour since Jiang Su last saw Wang Tian, and now he was already in such a sorry state. As a Body Cultivator, Wang Tian's physical resilience was extraordinary, yet he had been reduced to this, a testament to the group's tyranny.

Jiang Heng asked icily, "And why doesn't he listen to you?"

"He welcomed you and even helped you. Seems like he's plotting to betray me, so I'm free to punish him as I see fit."

Jiang Heng cracked a smile. There was no trace of anger on his face, but his smile didn't convey any joy. It was impossible to discern his thoughts.

The chefs rallied around Ye Nong, backing him up. With his cultivation at the Late Period of the Foundation Stage, Ye Nong had no fondness for Jiang Su. Jiang Su was a nobody, yet he had risen to this position from some obscure kitchen.

"He's a nobody at the Qi Sensing Stage. Our boss could take down eight like him with a single punch. He's not worth our collective effort."

"There's a ludicrous rumor that he drained the First Devil Sect's Spirit Gathering Lake of its spiritual energy and even acquired the Ancestral Dragon Martial Spirit. Elder Chiu Yue saw something in him and gave him a boost, but does he really think he's all that?"

Ye Nong advanced a few steps and positioned himself directly before Jiang Su.

The crowd erupted in excitement, eagerly anticipating the spectacle. The only exception was Wang Tian, who lay on the ground, battered and immobile from the group's assault, casting a deeply concerned glance toward Jiang Su.

Jiang Su was merely at the Qi Sensing Stage—how could he stand a chance against Ye Nong? Ye Nong had achieved the Late Period of the Foundation Stage. Even a bona fide disciple of the Devil Sect wouldn't intimidate him. What could Jiang Su possibly do in this situation?

With a sneer of contempt, Ye Nong unleashed the formidable aura of the Late Period of Foundation Stage upon Jiang Su.

This man had nothing to offer but his handsome appearance. He intended to use his overwhelming force to injure and humiliate his opponent, to teach him the importance of submission.

His pupils shrank. He exerted his full pressure, yet Jiang Su remained unmoved, his expression unaltered. It was as though the pressure was merely a gentle itch, inflicting no real damage upon him.

Jiang Su didn't consider himself particularly formidable. Though his cultivation was at the Qi Sensing Stage, he possessed the might of the Golden Core Stage. The pressure exerted by Ye Nong was insufficient to subdue him.

Jiang Su had no desire to clash with such an individual, but the little Kylin cradled in his embrace seemed to have reached its limit. It wriggled out of Jiang Su's hold and leapt onto the ground before him.

The little Kylin issued a soft growl, its eyes blazing a furious crimson, a clear sign of its raging anger.