However, the woman forced herself to endure it. Only a single tear fell before vanishing without a trace.
Yet the more she was like this, paired with her appearance and bearing, the more she stirred pity. Yang Chen believed that if she were not somewhat dangerous, there would surely be no shortage of people willing to protect her.
Nor was that strange. Who would dare provoke an Elder of the True God Stage?
In the eyes of these servants and laborers, an Elder of the True God Stage was a god in the heavens—lofty and unreachable, someone they could only look up to. If they provoked one, there was only one outcome: death. There was no second possibility.
Even ordinary disciples and elite disciples did not dare so much as let out a fart before an Elder of the True God Stage.
The same went for core disciples. Unless they were at Yin Yu's level, beings close to becoming true disciples, they would dare to challenge an Elder of the True God Stage. Yet even then, they did so only for themselves. No one would oppose an Elder of the True God Stage for the sake of a beautiful woman.
Yang Chen was no exception. An Elder of the True God Stage was indeed troublesome.
Seeing the change in Yang Chen's expression upon hearing about the Elder of the True God Stage, the woman fell into despair. She knew that he was the same—unwilling to take her as a servant, unwilling to shelter her!
But just as she despaired, Yang Chen suddenly said, "Taking you as a servant is not impossible. But the prerequisite is that you must satisfy me. I have only one requirement: you must have sufficient knowledge of the Profound Dao Sect. If what you do meets