At that moment, Sister Lin hurried over, and seeing the situation, furrowed her brows and quickly said to the man with yellow hair, "Young master, this girl truly only serves drinks and does not accompany customers for drinks. If you like, I can find someone prettier for you."

"Smash!" The man with yellow hair hurled the cup in his hand onto the ground.

"Do you know who I am? I am from the Huang family of Jinzhong. There's no woman I want who can say no to me." As he spoke, he grabbed the girl by the hair and dragged her toward a private room like a dead dog.

"The Huang family!" Sister Lin's face changed upon hearing the name.

The Huang family ruled Jinzhong, and since Jinzhong was right next to the Capital City, Sister Lin had heard of them as well.

Watching the girl being dragged into the private room by the man with yellow hair, Sister Lin sighed, "Xiao Rou, it's not that I don't want to help you, but this guy is really someone I can't afford to offend!"

Not far away, a young man finished his whiskey in one gulp, a cold smile slipping across his lips as he walked toward that private room.

Inside the private room, Xiao Rou had been thrown onto the sofa.

"Please, I'm begging you, don't do this." Xiao Rou trembled uncontrollably as she pleaded.

Huang Fan took off his jacket, his gaze lecherously fixed on Xiao Rou, "Little girl, how much do you earn by just carrying plates every day? If you follow this young master, you'll have more money than you can spend, more brand-names than you can buy."

"No, I don't want this, please let me go." Xiao Rou struggled, trying to rush out.

"Smack!" A slap landed on Xiao Rou's face.

"You ungrateful bitch," said Huang Fan as he pounced on Xiao Rou, tearing her clothes off like a rabid wolf.

Just then, the door to the private room suddenly opened.

Huang Fan, who had just taken off his pants, abruptly turned pale and barked furiously, "Are you blind? Didn't you see I'm busy? Get out!"

However, before he could finish speaking, he felt a menacing wind behind him.

Huang Fan's expression changed, and he slapped the girl's neck. Xiao Rou instantly passed out, and the next moment, Huang Fan swiftly turned around, his fist meeting another fist behind him.

"Bang!" Accompanied by a muffled sound, Huang Fan's fist seemed to have solidified into a rocky armor.

When the two fists collided, the figure behind him stumbled back several steps while cracks appeared in the rocky armor on Huang Fan's fist.

Huang Fan turned around and, looking at the young man wearing a mask behind him, snorted coldly, "Kid, you must have eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard to dare to ambush me. I'm a young master of the Huang family."

Although Huang Fan hoped to see a shocked expression in the opponent's eyes, a cold smile instead slipped across the other's lips as he faintly uttered a single word.

"Explode!"

Boom! Huang Fan felt as if his entire arm had exploded, pain shooting through his body.

"How is this possible!" Fear appeared on Huang Fan's face, his vision darkened, and he fell to the ground unsteadily.

Removing the mask from his face to reveal a handsome visage, Lin Chen smiled, "With this token, Xiao Hua can enter the Spiritual Spring with me."

To participate in the battle of the Spiritual Spring, one must have a token. Each of the eight major forces and every province are allocated two tokens. Unlike previous occasions, this battle does not verify identities but only recognizes tokens, meaning the tokens can be taken.

Lin Chen returned to the villa, just about to give the token to Xiao Hua, when Xiao Hua, like pulling a rabbit out of a hat, produced a token of her own.

Looking at the token in Xiao Hua's hand, Lin Chen gave a wry smile and similarly produced a token.

"I didn't expect we'd both have the same idea."

Zhao Xiaohua gave Lin Chen a disdainful look, "Hmph, I only steal from the wicked. This guy poisoned someone to seize their token and ended up killing them, so I just decided to punish him on behalf of the Moon."

Lin Chen also chuckled, "I target the wicked too, but what should I do with an extra token?"

At that moment, both of their gazes fell on Tang Bao'er, who was absorbed in the soap opera of tears and passion on TV.

Recently, she had become obsessed with television, always clutching popcorn, sitting in front of the TV, and often being moved to tears by the plots.

"Bao'er, come with your brother to the Spiritual Spring for fun!"

Tang Bao'er glanced at Lin Chen, "No, I haven't finished watching the finale of 'The King's Avatar' yet!"

Lin Chen was at a loss for words, wondering what happened to the devoted maid who was supposed to guard him every day.

Finally, Lin Chen realized a truth, "TV series really are more harmful to the youth than novels!"

"Bao'er, do you want a signed photo of 'The King's Avatar'? Next edition, our company will shoot a series of advertisements for 'The King's Avatar,' and I'll let you be the female lead, how about that?" Lin Chen spoke with a smile.

"Really!" Tang Bao'er jumped up from the sofa.

Lin Chen smiled faintly, "However, you have to accompany me to the Spiritual Spring, and if you perform well, then you can have it."

"No problem! But as for any demons or ghosts, if they dare to hurt Brother Chen, I will show no mercy," Tang Bao'er said excitedly.

Lin Chen breathed a sigh of relief. With Tang Bao'er and Zhao Xiaohua as helpers, the safety factor for this battle at the Spiritual Spring had increased significantly.

The next day, when the trio arrived at the site of the Battle of the Spiritual Spring at Lingxiao Observatory, they were stunned.

"Man, this place is absolutely packed!"

At the foot of the mountain, buses filled the area, and travel groups wearing little red hats were everywhere.

Both sides of the Taoist temple were lined with vendors selling various small goods, their shouting unceasing. No matter how you looked at it, this place didn't seem like the venue for the sacred Battle of the Spiritual Spring.

Just then, Lin Chen's eyes brightened. He saw a young Taoist sitting dejectedly on a stone at the foot of the mountain, with a bottle of iced tea in front of him containing a yellowish liquid, and next to him, a few lines of elegant small characters read: "Celestial Mansion's Spiritual Medicine cures all diseases."

While other shops had people coming and going, many just glanced at his stall and then turned away without looking back.

This young Taoist was someone Lin Chen had encountered before, the one who wanted to exorcise demons for Li Yaorao.

Seeing a familiar face, Lin Chen walked over with a smile, "Young Taoist, why have you switched from exorcising ghosts to selling medicine?"

The young Taoist looked dejected, "I wanted to enter Lingxiao Observatory, but the entry ticket is too expensive. I can't afford it and they won't let me in."

Lin Chen's mind raced, "So, you're also participating in the Battle of the Spiritual Spring? Don't you have a token?"

The young Taoist nodded sullenly, "Yes, I showed the token, but they didn't care, saying I can't go in without a ticket."

Lin Chen looked at the iced tea on the young Taoist's stall, opened it, and took a sniff. Indeed, a strong fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

Just by smelling the aroma, Lin Chen could tell that this iced tea contained something special.

"How much are you selling this for?" Lin Chen asked.

"299, just the price of a ticket, but these people don't recognize the value and no one's buying," the young Taoist lamented.

Lin Chen laughed, "Just wait, bro, I'll help you sell it!"