Chapter 1161: Chapter 1161: Get Lost! (Second Update)

A single unsuccessful return doesn’t mean much, but being kicked away time and again surely speaks volumes.

The middle-aged man facing Ye Qiu found himself in a one-sided affair, completely dominated by Ye Qiu.

From start to finish, he wasn’t able to injure Ye Qiu in the slightest, repeatedly meeting the same end of being kicked away by Ye Qiu.

Even the young man standing aside was getting a bit fed up with it; this man was too stubborn, relentlessly charging forward despite being so thoroughly beaten.

Finally, after exhausting all his strength and failing to overpower Ye Qiu, he collapsed from sheer fatigue.

Naturally, after being beaten so heavily, his face was bruised and swollen, nothing like the arrogant image he had been projecting initially.

“How can your strength be this formidable!” The middle-aged man finally understood—he was no match for Ye Qiu. Originally, he believed his own strength would make defeating Ye Qiu easy, so he hadn’t taken it seriously. But after exchanging blows, he was shocked to discover that Ye Qiu’s power was terrifying beyond the ordinary.

For someone so young to overpower even him, who on earth is this youth?

Could he be someone from that era?

No, that couldn’t be.

The middle-aged man rummaged through his memories but couldn’t recall any such young extraordinary warrior as Ye Qiu.

Without waiting for him to query further, Ye Qiu slowly spoke: “Speak now, why capture Shen Mengchen?”

A Martial Artist of king-level personally capturing Shen Mengchen—is it really for the Spiritual Liquid? Moreover, how could such an expert suddenly appear in the mundane world? Even in ancient lands, king-level experts are not that common. What is the middle-aged man’s true identity?

The middle-aged man was puzzled about Ye Qiu’s identity, and likewise, Ye Qiu was curious about the man’s identity.

“Hmph, wanting to know my identity? You aren’t worthy.” The middle-aged man stubbornly refused to open up.

Ye Qiu had his ways of dealing with someone so pigheaded.

Won’t speak?

Ye Qiu coldly smiled, intending to beat the man until he talked.

After another round of torrential assault, the middle-aged man’s body was in tatters, his head was covered in bumps, miserable to behold.

Ye Qiu truly turned him into a beaten dog; even his mother wouldn’t recognize him now.

“Humiliate me like this, the young lord won’t let you off.” Finally, the middle-aged man’s words caused Ye Qiu’s gaze to shift as he murmured, “Young lord?”

Ye Qiu was curious about this ‘young lord,’ mentioned by the middle-aged man, and he wasn’t careless now. A king-level expert calling another ‘young lord’ surely indicates that this young lord isn’t a simple character.

“Young man, don’t assume because your strength is sufficient that there aren’t many powerhouses unimaginable to you in this world. I see you’re quite skilled; if you hand over the Spiritual Liquid to us, I can ask the young lord to spare your life, and thereafter, you would serve our young lord.” said the middle-aged man, his face bruised and swollen.

Ye Qiu backhanded him with a slap, sending the middle-aged man flying again.

“I, Ye Qiu, have no intention to become anyone else’s subordinate. I don’t care who your damn young lord is. Go back and tell your young lord, he’d better behave in the future and stop targeting those around me, or I’ll surely kill him.” Ye Qiu said from a higher position.

Really think he would serve such a young lord, what a joke.

“You…” The middle-aged man pointed at Ye Qiu, not daring to utter his threats, swallowing his words because he knew that if he continued to threaten, he’d surely face another round of beating.

“Scram.” Ye Qiu waved dismissively, as if killing him would soil his own hands.

The middle-aged man’s expression shifted with uncertainty, surprised that Ye Qiu would let him go.

“Hmph.” The middle-aged man staggered up, wobbling as he attempted to leave the mansion. Just as he reached the door, Ye Qiu suddenly called out: “Remember what I just said?”

The middle-aged man clenched his fists tightly; being suppressed by a young man was the most humiliating thing he had ever experienced.

“Understood.” He replied unwillingly, resentment clear.

“Repeat what I just said.” Ye Qiu said flatly.

The middle-aged man’s eyes flashed with cold light, but he still spoke: “Go back and tell our young lord not to target you, or he’ll face dire consequences of death.”

Ye Qiu nodded indifferently, casually adding: “Now, you can scram.”

The middle-aged man lifted his foot to move, when suddenly a powerful force pressed upon him, preventing him from walking through the void.

A faint voice echoed in his ear: “I said scram, not walk. Can’t you understand human language?”

The middle-aged man’s forehead bulged with veins, but he dared not act out, knowing he wasn’t Ye Qiu’s match. Gritting his teeth as he looked down at the road leading down the mountain, he bent over and rolled away along the ground.

On the other end, seeing this, Shen Mengchen burst into laughter, delighted to see him suffer; daring to capture her, Shen Dajie—this is the consequence.

After rolling for about a dozen meters, the middle-aged man abruptly stood up and flew away.

Before leaving, he turned back and vowed hatefully, promising that today’s humiliation would be repaid.

“I will make you suffer worse than death.” The middle-aged man swore in his heart, not daring to linger further, vanishing amidst the mountains.

“Alright, the situation’s resolved.” Ye Qiu smiled at Shen Mengchen.

Seeing the middle-aged man beaten and humiliated by Ye Qiu, Shen Mengchen felt relieved. Suddenly, her big eyes turned toward the young man who had earlier threatened her.

Swoosh.

Seeing the terrifying young man’s gaze, the youth was so frightened he almost defecated himself, trembling as he spoke: “I… I was forced, please spare me, sir.”

The youth was terrified, kneeling to beg Ye Qiu for mercy. Ye Qiu’s spiritual power suddenly entered the youth’s mind, after a while, he said flatly: “You can go.”

He didn’t trouble the youth, upon searching through his memories, discovering that the youth was merely coerced into following the middle-aged man due to his prowess.

Subsequently, Ye Qiu, Jin Shanshun, and Shen Mengchen returned to Longjia Building.

Shen Mengchen’s return relieved many of the upper management. If their CEO remained absent, deciding the company’s next strategic move would be a challenge.

Shen Mengchen had no time for a reunion with Ye Qiu, as she had been kidnapped for three days, leaving much work pending, which she needed to swiftly catch up on.

Ye Qiu didn’t mind, gesturing for Shen Mengchen to focus on her work first.

Standing on the top floor of Longjia Building, with a panoramic view of ZS City’s landscape.

As the breeze swept through, Jin Shanshun, standing behind Ye Qiu, slowly spoke: “Young master, you’ve released that man; it might become a future threat.”

“Are you worried he might retaliate?” Ye Qiu chuckled.

Jin Shanshun nodded: “Indeed, his strength is unexpectedly high. It’s unbelievable that a king-level expert exists in this mundane world.”

“Yes, even a mythic level is surprising enough. If I hadn’t broken through in the ancient lands, I might not have been able to contend with him.” Ye Qiu remarked.

“Young master, this man spoke of another young lord, surely not easy to deal with. Letting him return might mean we’ll have an additional secret adversary.” Jin Shanshun said with concern.

Ye Qiu smiled: “Shanshun, do you think I’d let him leave for no reason?”

“Hmm? Young master’s intention is?” Jin Shanshun’s eyes turned, realizing Ye Qiu had left a backdoor.

“Don’t worry, whether it’s him or his young lord, I’ll deal with them thoroughly.” Ye Qiu responded to the wind, his gaze filled with killing intent.

He wasn’t releasing a tiger back to the mountains; rather, he planned to follow the middle-aged man’s trail to uncover the young lord behind him.

With his spiritual power quietly locked onto the middle-aged man, he would trace through the vines directly to find the young lord mentioned by the man.

“I thought returning to the mundane world, my life would be much calmer. Unexpectedly, fate handed me a pleasant surprise.” Ye Qiu murmured, realizing that the middle-aged man’s presence meant this seemingly normal mundane world was perhaps not so simple.

The young lord might be related to the shocking news the Sect Leader of the Raksha hinted at before his death?