Jiang Tian drained the tea in his cup, casually set a few spirit stones on the table, then rose and left.
His destination was clear: Purple Cloud Island.
But the moment he stepped out of the teahouse, several malicious gazes latched onto him.
A few cultivators swaggered over from the street corner, vaguely forming an encirclement as they blocked him at the mouth of an alley.
Their leader was a burly Foundation Establishment man with a face full of flesh. His triangular eyes openly swept back and forth over Jiang Tian's body.
The people behind him were even more pathetic in cultivation. Some were at Foundation Establishment Early Stage, while others were merely Qi Gathering cultivators who could barely stand straight.
"Yo-ho—" The Foundation Establishment man bared a mouthful of yellow teeth and leaned in with a lewd grin.
"You're quite fair and tender, little lady, and generous with your money too... How about lending your big brother a few spirit stones to spend?"
The lackeys behind him snickered strangely, their gazes utterly unrestrained.
Jiang Tian lowered his head and looked at his attire—veil, long dress, hair bun—then could not help rubbing his brow, an indescribable helplessness rising in his heart.
The first time he had disguised himself as a woman to travel about, he ran into several blind fools like these.
There really was no one else like him.
Then again, the aura he was displaying was only that of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
If he revealed his Purple Mansion cultivation, even if these fools had a hundred times the courage, they would not dare take a single step closer.
Then he would teach them a lesson.
Boom—!
The terrifying aura of the Purple Mansion burst from his body like a thunderclap exploding from level ground!
Centered on him,