Chapter 558: An Unorthodox Lord
"Do you know the consequences of this? If you dare touch the Dragon Horse, a great calamity will befall you! It's something a mere little lord like you simply cannot bear." The men on the ground were all bluster, their threats hollow with a guilty conscience.
"I'm so scared," Ye Fan said as he walked forward. The crops in the field reached his knees, still tender sprouts, a vast expanse of green. A large patch had been trampled before they could even grow—the lifeblood of the villagers, no wonder even the old folks were furious.
"What... do you want to do?"
"Bam"
Ye Fan kicked out, sending one man flying like a sandbag. He soared dozens of meters before crashing outside the field, immediately letting out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
"Ah..."
"Treating us like this, you're inviting great disaster! You won't come to a good end!"
"Such a racket." Ye Fan glanced at the man he'd kicked to the roadside, then continued strolling through the field, approaching the others.
"Don't... don't come closer. We'll compensate for the losses." These men were all terrified now, already wounded, collapsed on the ground, unable to dodge.
"What were you doing earlier? Now you're scared?" Ye Fan was unmoved. He stepped forward and kicked again. His strength was immense; these men were like little chicks, flying dozens of meters to crash onto the dirt road outside the field.
"Thud," "Thud"...
They tumbled like rolling gourds. Though they were cultivators, they couldn't move or defend themselves, and were knocked dizzy, groaning in pain.
Two of them passed out completely, while the other four had broken bones, whimpering and convulsing uncontrollably.
The villagers were all stunned. This sixteen or seventeen-year-old lord, who usually seemed so sunny, had kicked a group of thugs into the sky one by one. They were utterly shocked.
"The lord brother is so strong!"
"The lord brother got rid of all the bad guys! Snot-nosed kid, stop crying!"
A group of children all shouted, their tears not yet dry. They looked like little kittens, but their faces were pure, their joys and sorrows plain to see, radiating a unique simplicity.
"Don't come over..." These men were thoroughly scared. Seeing Ye Fan leave the field, they trembled, struggling to move backward.
"Bam," "Bam"...
Ye Fan kicked wildly. He had no sympathy for such people. The sound of breaking bones rang out, like slaughtering chickens or ducks, and the men howled.
"We'll pay compensation! Stop kicking!"
"We apologize! Spare us!"
The rolling gourds screamed desperately, afraid Ye Fan would kick them to death. They realized this man was unbridled, even fiercer than their master.
However, one or two stubborn ones still threatened through gritted teeth: "Treating us like this won't end well! Never mind a little lord, even a prince would have to think twice!"
"Do you think I was raised on threats?" Ye Fan said nothing, kicking twice more. He crippled their Wheel Sea on the spot, their divine power vanishing into nothing, and their Dao Palace was thrown into chaos, unable to cultivate further.
"You... ah..." Now everyone was horrified. They all prostrated themselves, kowtowing repeatedly, begging desperately.
"Please, spare us! We won't dare again!"
"This young master, be magnanimous! Don't bother with us!"
The clever ones began kowtowing to the villagers in the field, apologizing: "We're sorry, we were wrong. Fellow villagers, forgive us."
Under the intimidation of a little demon king, these men lost all their arrogance, completely submitting, begging desperately, afraid of losing their lives here.
Ye Fan asked casually, and they answered everything, not daring to hide a word. They were indeed from the Immortal Mountain, grooms for the geniuses of the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion, tasked with tending to the exotic beasts.
"You're quite impressive. A few stable boys, throwing your weight around everywhere. Get out of my sight now!"
Ye Fan had no goodwill for them. With a cold snort, the men felt pardoned, stumbling and turning to flee.
"I already said, leave that Dragon Horse behind..." Ye Fan stood outside the field, speaking calmly.
The men braced themselves, leading away the other exotic beasts but leaving the Dragon Horse, not daring to breathe, afraid of provoking this demon again.
"Fellow villagers, tonight I'm treating everyone to Dragon Horse meat," Ye Fan said with a smile.
In the distance, the servants stumbled, nearly falling. What kind of person was this? He really was going to eat the Dragon Horse? That was a rare beast worth tens of thousands of catties of Source. Treating it like donkey or horse meat to eat was unbearable for them.
"Psycho!" The men fled without looking back, not wanting to stay a moment longer. They felt they'd encountered a monster, truly unprovokable.
"We can't let this go! Go back and report to the Commandery Princess. We must have that bastard lord chopped up!"
"Damn it, this isn't over! He beat us half to death and now wants to eat the Commandery Princess's Dragon Horse. He's asking for death!"
The men swore under their breath, disappearing into the ancient immortal veins on the horizon.
"Will there be trouble?" In the field, Er Gouzi's old father trembled, afraid this would invite disaster. His broken bones had been set, but blood still stained his clothes.
"There won't be any trouble," Ye Fan said, patting his shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll handle it."
Soon, the news spread. The nearby villagers all came to watch, dumbfounded. They had never seen such a person. That was a Dragon Horse, a descendant of a divine beast, extremely rare.
This guy had actually stewed it in a big iron pot like dog meat. It was the first time they'd seen such a fierce person, leaving them speechless.
"This is a great tonic, with a trace of dragon blood lineage. Since you've come at the right time, you're in for a treat," Ye Fan said with a laugh.
"This... we didn't come to eat horse meat!" A man beside him felt this guy was too unorthodox.
"We wanted to step in and return the Dragon Horse for you, to defuse the conflict. Otherwise, when Commandery Princess Qi comes out of seclusion, she won't let this go," Princess Yu Die said.
"I've already cooked it. Brother Ye, you're really not being fair. Inviting us to eat Dragon Horse meat—are you trying to drag us down with you?"
"How could that be? Am I such an unfair person?" Ye Fan said righteously. "I just wanted to treat you all. If there's any news, just let me know, and I'll be grateful."
The two men were both suitors of Princess Yu Die, and the woman was her friend. Though not like Xiao Mingyuan, they couldn't help rolling their eyes.
"Come, come, come, don't be polite. Eat dragon meat, drink fine wine—there's no greater joy in life." Ye Fan kept refilling their cups.
"I say, Brother Ye, you'd better be careful. Once Commandery Princess Qi comes out of seclusion, she'll definitely come to kill you."
"That's right. She raised that Dragon Horse herself. She won't let you off, no matter what anyone says."
The two men were highly skilled. One was named Cheng Hui, the other Zhang Wen. The woman was Li Xinyue. They explained the situation in detail.
"You might not know, but many in the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion have heard. Outside our mountain gate, there's an unorthodox lord. A lot of people want to come see you."
"Yeah, eating the Commandery Princess's Dragon Horse has dropped jaws everywhere. A bunch of people want to see what kind of divine being you are."
Hearing this, Ye Fan rubbed his chin and said, "I've hit a bottleneck recently and need some battles. As long as they don't all come at once."
"I feel like you're actually looking forward to it?!" Princess Yu Die shot him a glare, her skin like creamy jade, her eyes intoxicating.
"They're coming to kill you. Be careful," Li Xinyue said.
"Lord of Lu City, come out and die!" Just then, a shout rang out from the distant sky, echoing over the desolate land, making the ancient locust trees rustle.