C6 Dragon among Men
"Miss, hold on!" Uncle Fu called out, his expression darkening as he addressed Ye Wushuang.
Ye Wushuang was visibly upset. She had always been the toast of Luton since her childhood. When had she ever faced such indignity?
"Now you see that I didn't concoct this poison, don't you? If I wanted her dead, why would I stoop to such a vile tactic?" Xing Mo said to Uncle Fu, his voice low and even.
"Young Master, you speak the truth," Uncle Fu conceded with a wry smile, nodding in agreement.
A master of Transforming Strength could take a life with a mere flick of a leaf!
Resorting to the complexities of poisoning was utterly superfluous!
Meanwhile, the disciples from Jade Treasury were finally piecing together the events that had unfolded.
The esteemed Pagoda King of Luton had been bested in an instant!
Who was this enigmatic youth?
Recalling their earlier mockery of his supposed naivety, their cheeks burned with embarrassment.
Uncle Fu continued to scrutinize Xing Mo, a peculiar glint in his gaze.
After just one exchange, Uncle Fu was convinced of the young man's prowess; he was undoubtedly a master of Transforming Strength.
Decades of martial arts practice had brought Uncle Fu only to the Middle Period of Secret Strength, yet he felt utterly powerless before a master of Transforming Strength.
Merely by projecting his internal force, Xing Mo had parried his mighty blow. To someone of such caliber, taking his life would be as effortless as flipping his hand!
The arrival of such an extraordinary youth in Luton – could it be the work of destiny?
"Miss, perhaps this is indeed fate," Uncle Fu mused, turning to face Yichen, whose anger had yet to subside, and offered her a bittersweet smile.
"Uncle Fu, are you suggesting he could be our ally?" Ye Wushuang caught on to Uncle Fu's implication, her voice tinged with astonishment.
"Why not? Ye Changfeng has already announced his return next month to challenge you for the family leadership! Moreover, our intelligence suggests he's not coming unprepared; he's rumored to have enlisted a master of Transforming Strength from Penketh," Uncle Fu explained, his voice laced with sorrow.
Upon hearing this, Ye Wushuang let out a deep, melancholic sigh.
Master of Transforming Strength!
That was an entity the Ye family dared not provoke!
Rumor had it that a Master of Transforming Strength could elevate a family to the top tier within a province!
While the Ye family was a leading family in Luton, they paled in comparison to the elite families of Penketh.
With his parents caught in a tragic accident, his uncle sought to claim the Ye family's wealth. On two occasions, thanks to Uncle Fu's intervention, Ye Changfeng was thwarted.
Yet, unexpectedly, Ye Changfeng had gone to great lengths to secure a Master of Transforming Strength this time!
And now, reflecting on the poisoned tea, it was likely another of Ye Changfeng's covert assassins!
Ye Wushuang had been fretting over this for days, growing increasingly sullen.
Out of frustration, she wandered into the Treasure Jade Pavilion, where she crossed paths with Xing Mo!
Perhaps Xing Mo could be the ally Ye Wushuang and the Qin family needed!
But Ye Wushuang was reluctant.
Xing Mo, who appeared only slightly older than her, was a Martial Dao Paragon. How could they be on the same level?
"Excuse me, young master, could you possibly lend a hand to the Qin family?" Uncle Fu asked, his tone steeped in reverence.
"I'm not available!" Xing Mo replied, his understanding of the Qin family's plight clear in his icy response.
His firm declaration left Uncle Fu and Ye Wushuang momentarily taken aback.
The Ye family was untouchable in Luton, yet Xing Mo had dismissed the request without a second thought, astonishing everyone present.
Xing Mo then rose to his feet, making his way into the Treasure Jade Pavilion.
The disciples inside transformed their demeanor, greeting him with eager warmth.
In his past life as a Supreme Immortal Sovereign, he wouldn't have bothered with the Qin family's trifling issues.
"Young master, please reconsider! Should you agree to assist us, the Qin family will compensate you handsomely. A luxurious estate, a sports car, a beautiful companion—name your price!" Uncle Fu, seeing Xing Mo's stance, raised his voice in a plea.
"Damn! He's still not agreeing?"
"It's like a stroke of incredible luck! I would have agreed in a heartbeat!"
The disciples from the Jade Treasury were utterly speechless with astonishment.
"I'm not interested!" Xing Mo declared without even bothering to turn around.
To Xing Mo at this point, these offerings seemed hardly useful at all.
His cultivation required spiritual energy, not these trinkets!
The spiritual energy on Earth was concentrated in certain objects, like the Origin Spirit Stones!
Ye Wushuang was seething with fury. She couldn't recall anyone ever showing such disrespect to the Qin family.
She was itching to strike back, but it felt as though she was being restrained, her throat blocked as if by an invisible force, rendering her speechless.
Only after Xing Mo had completed his purchase of the jade stones and departed did Ye Wushuang finally exhale a deep breath of relief.
"Uncle Fu! The nerve of that kid! Does he think he's Leng Yixiao of Wudruebar?" Ye Wushuang said, watching Xing Mo's retreating figure.
Leng Yixiao, reputed to be a Martial Grandmaster before thirty, had single-handedly breached the Shaolin's eighteen Arhats formation and wiped out a major southern gang all on his own.
He was akin to a dragon among men!
As such, Leng Yixiao had become the idol of countless young women—and Ye Wushuang was no exception.
She had long idolized such an extraordinary figure.
"Alas! I fear that even the legendary Leng Yixiao might not impress him," Uncle Fu sighed, though his expression betrayed a hint of disappointment.
"What are you saying? How could that be?" Ye Wushuang was incredulous, knowing full well that Leng Yixiao's fame was unparalleled across Wudruebar.
"Is it? Time will tell!" Uncle Fu said, shaking his head as he gazed after the departing figure of Xing Mo.
