Your Own Choice

"Grandpa, please take off your son's clothes, I'll try him on."

Upon hearing Yi Yun's words, the old man's eyes filled with tears of emotion. He hurriedly undressed his son, while Xiao Xiao quickly fetched a basin of hot water.

Just as Yi Yun grasped Wang Mu's wrist, intending to channel his vital energy into Wang Mu's dantian, he suddenly heard footsteps in the distance, followed immediately—

"Boom!"

The gate to the courtyard was kicked open; the wooden gate couldn't withstand the force and was almost kicked away.

A middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper strode into the courtyard. Beside him was a handsome young man dressed in white, holding a folding fan. Behind them were three strong and muscular men.

"Old Man Wang, why are you still hanging around here, you old codger?"

As the middle-aged shopkeeper spoke, he had already entered the inner room. Without him saying a word, the man beside him kicked open the door to the inner room.

"You!"

The old man was startled when the young man suddenly barged in. He hadn't expected that these scoundrels would appear just when Yi Yun was about to save his son.

"Huh? Is your half-dead son still breathing? I told you long ago, you've already mortgaged this house to me. I've already been merciful by letting you live here for so long. I don't care if your son dies, but don't let him die in my house, it's bad luck!"

After the middle-aged shopkeeper finished speaking, he noticed Yi Yun. He glanced at Yi Yun and asked, "Who are you?"

Yi Yun released Wang Mu's wrist and looked at the slightly overweight shopkeeper. With a quick scan of his senses, he knew that the man's cultivation was mediocre and that he was not worth mentioning.

The young man following behind him seemed to have decent strength, but that was only relative to his age; to Yi Yun, he was nothing special.

Moreover, some of the young man's characteristics caught Yi Yun's attention. Yi Yun discovered that the aura in his dantian was different; there was an extremely heavy aura there. This aura even projected onto the surface of the young man's skin, forming an ivory-shaped tattoo on his chest.

"Martial Spirit..."

Yi Yun had previously seen an introduction to the Wu Ling Clan on a map of the Nine Li Witch Kingdom. This tattoo, called "Martial Spirit," was the symbol of the Wu Ling Clan. The purer the bloodline of the Wu Ling Clan, the more mysterious the patterns engraved on this tattoo would be.

Whether it's Guixu or the Twelve Emperor Heavens, due to the bloodline inheritance from ancient times, they have been passed down to the present day and formed various different races. For example, the race to which the Old Snake and the Snake Woman belong is a certain Ancient Secret Tribe that has declined.

As for the Wu Ling Clan, they are an ancient race that has existed for hundreds of millions of years, and their people have a very strong sense of racial superiority.

Seeing the portly shopkeeper turn his anger towards Yi Yun, the old man's heart tightened. These people were domineering and unreasonable. Fearing that Yi Yun would be implicated, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "This young master is just a customer of my teahouse. I invited him here to treat my son's illness."

"What? See a doctor? Hahaha!" The fat shopkeeper burst into laughter. "Your son is already a cripple, barely clinging to life, and you're still thinking about saving him? You're trying to make me laugh to death."

The young man beside the portly shopkeeper glanced at Yi Yun casually, then looked at Wang Mu's elderly father and chuckled, "So you're Wang Mu's father? You look like an old farmer. Wang Mu is so talented, but his father is a useless old man. It's pitiful."

The young man's words were extremely harsh and merciless in their sarcasm. In fact, he was an inner disciple of the Wu Ling Clan with a very powerful background. Given his status, he wouldn't care about Wang Mu's house at all. It was the fat shopkeeper who wanted Wang Mu's house, and this young man had come to see Wang Mu's current miserable state.

When Wang Mu joined the Wu Ling Clan, his talent was astonishing. He was highly regarded by an elder of the Wang Mu Wu Ling Clan and was given a lot of resources, which made the young man extremely jealous. Now he came specifically to see Wang Mu's half-dead state.

"Haha, of course he's ignorant and shallow, given his humble origins. It's laughable that he even found a Mortal Clan who came to Wucheng to make a living, hoping to cure his son."

The term "Mortal Clan" is what the Wu Ling Clan refers to as ordinary human beings. Yi Yun already knew that the Wu Ling Clan in Martial City was very xenophobic, so he was not surprised by the disdain in the young man's eyes.

He simply smiled slightly, then slowly raised his hand.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, Yi Yun's attack was as swift as lightning. The fat shopkeeper only felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain on his face. His entire body was sent flying, spinning rapidly in the air like a top.

"Boom!"

The fat shopkeeper fell heavily to the ground, his mouth full of blood and foam, and he spat out seven or eight blood-stained teeth. Yi Yun's slap had almost smashed the right half of the fat shopkeeper's face, and even blinded his right eye.

"Ah! Ah..."

The fat shopkeeper screamed in agony, staring at Yi Yun with resentment and disbelief. He never expected that in Martial City, a Mortal Clan would actually attack him directly!

"Young master, you mustn't!"

Seeing this, the old man was extremely anxious. He hadn't expected Yi Yun to be so impulsive. Although the fat shopkeeper's cultivation was weak, he was still a member of the Wu Ling Clan. And that young man looked like a genius of the Wu Ling Clan. The consequences of hitting them would be unimaginable. Although Yi Yun was quite strong, how could he afford to offend the Wu Ling Clan?

"There are some who truly don't know their own mortality." The young man with the folding fan, seeing the fat shopkeeper nearly killed by Yi Yun's slap, looked at Yi Yun not with anger, but with pity. To him, the fat shopkeeper was just a dog under his command, whom he didn't care about at all. "Mortal Clan who has just arrived in Martial City, doesn't know whose territory it is. Do you know how you'll die? You probably can't even imagine how miserable you'll be..."

The young man had barely finished speaking when suddenly—

"Smack!"

Another slap landed, this time ten times faster than before. Before the young man's eyes could even register pity, Yi Yun a solid slap to his right cheek!

The attack was exactly the same, with the exact same spot hitting the same spot. The young man screamed and, like the fat shopkeeper, his body tumbled through the air more than a dozen times before crashing heavily to the ground, his right cheek covered in blood!

Yi Yun beat him even worse than the fat shopkeeper. The young man's entire right cheek was not only a bloody mess, but the bone was also exposed. All his teeth were knocked out, leaving only a handful of molars on his left side.

However, this young man was more resilient. Despite being beaten like this, he did not faint. He was disheveled and almost went mad.

"You... bastard, you dare hit me? Do you know who I am? Kill... kill him!"

The young man pointed at Yi Yun, and three burly men behind him rushed forward. The three of them worked together seamlessly, one attacking Yi Yun's crown chakra, one attacking Yi Yun's heart, and the other attacking Yi Yun's dantian.

The three men attacked from three directions, targeting Yi Yun's three vital points; their attack was designed to kill.

But then, Yi Yun's figure vanished instantly.

A deep blue sword pierced through the void, tracing the path of death.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Three trajectories pierced directly through the chests of these three people, locking their entire aura in place. Their skin then froze, turning them into ice sculptures!

"What..."

The young man was terrified. His men weren't dead; they were still alive, but completely immobile.

Yi Yun accomplished all of this in the blink of an eye. How could this be? How could a Mortal Clan boy he casually encountered possess such strength?

Just then, the young man suddenly felt a chill on his neck; a sword, like an ice snake, was pressed against his throat.

At that moment, the young man's breath caught in his throat. This was the first time in his life he had ever experienced having a sword pointed at him. Although he was afraid, he was not scared out of his wits. His reason told him that this Mortal Clan human in front of him should not dare to kill him.

Holding the Illusion Snow Sword, Yi Yun said, "Sign Master-Servant Contract with me, or tomorrow will be your death anniversary."

Master-Servant Contract?

Hearing this, the young man breathed a sigh of relief. He understood why Yi Yun wanted to sign Master-Servant Contract: he didn't dare kill him, but he was also afraid Yi Yun would leak the information, so he wanted to sign Master-Servant Contract to keep the secret. But how could he let Yi Yun have his way?

He sneered and said, "How laughable! You, a lowly Mortal Clan, actually dare to enslave me! Do you even know who I am? Your strength is nothing more than the result of your longer cultivation and some secret method to maintain your youthful appearance. In the Wu Ling Clan, you are nothing but an ant. You'd better release me immediately, or you will have your Soul Extraction and Marrow Refining, dying in unbearable agony..."

"Is that so? I was going to give you a chance to live, but since you've chosen to die, then I'll grant your wish."

Yi Yun spoke, he raised his hand again.

"What... what are you doing!?"

The young man was startled; at that moment, he felt an incredibly terrifying life-or-death crisis. "Wait... wait..."

This is your own choice.

Yi Yun spoke, his palm slammed down heavily!

"Smack!"

With a loud bang, Yi Yun's slap landed squarely on the young man's left cheek. However, this attack did not leave the young man covered in blood. He only shuddered violently, his pupils dilated instantly, and his eyes lost their luster. Yi Yun's slap shattered the young man's soul!

At the same time, with a thought, Yi Yun caused the three ice sculptures behind the young man to shatter into a pile of ice shards scattered on the ground, and the three burly men who had been frozen were also reduced to dust.

After that, Yi Yun leisurely touched his Space Ring and took out a green earthenware jar.

Although the Myriad Gods Ancestor is in this city, as long as I don't confront anyone, but merely stir up some trouble and then clean it up, no matter how rich the Myriad Gods Ancestor' imagination is, he will never be able to connect these things to me.