Such an impatient appearance, it really elicited a burst of laughter.
Baiyu Chaoluâs face changed dramatically, an uncontrollable anger rose sharply within her heart.
The little kid in front of her was only in his teens, with a cultivation base of merely the Heavenly Human Realm. With her combat prowess comparable to a True Immortal of the Human race, she could smack him to death with a casual slap.
However, just as this thought arose within her heart, she forcibly suppressed it.
She dared not act at all.
After all, this was the most favored direct-line young master of the Ancient Saint clan Ying. Hurting him would bring catastrophe to the entire Baiyu Clan.
She tentatively struggled a bit, but fearing she might injure this young master, she didnât exert too much force, and after several attempts, she failed to break free.
Forced into helplessness, she could only bite her lip and plead pitifully, "Young Master Ying, I beg you, let me go. I sell my skills, not my body~~ Please."
"Whatâs wrong with selling your body?" Ying Yuâanâs "buddies" heard this and instead laughed, goading, "Sell yourself to our Young Master Ying, and youâll be part of the Ancient Saint clan Ying. Youâll certainly soar to heights, even bringing glory to the entire Baiyu Clan."
"No, I wonât sell myself..." Baiyu Chaolu continued to plead bitterly, "Shopkeeper, Shopkeeper, help me. Weâve signed a working contract."
Baiyu Chaoluâs cries and pleas kept going relentlessly, leaving Ying Yuâan speechless for a moment.
Youâre a True Immortal-level winged princess, but isnât this a bit too fragile, crying at the slightest touch? Youâre making me, the young master, seem like a vile brute robbing civilian women.
Enough, enough, a wing girl who cries like this doesnât deserve to be a maid to be a sister.
Ying Yuâan glared at her with slight disdain, just about to let go.
Suddenly.
There was a sudden sound of gusting wind in his ears.
Before he could react, he was tossed away by a tremendous force, crashing heavily into the ceiling, creating a dent, and then falling hard onto the ground.
This change happened so suddenly that everyone present was stunned, not expecting someone would dare to lay hands on this young master, leaving them in astonishment.
From their perspective, they only saw a somewhat silly-looking girl in a purple dress rush over, flinging Ying Yuâan away, and then standing protectively like a mother hen over Baiyu Chaolu.
This girl, needless to say, was naturally Wang Licui.
"Pah! You brazen wastrel, how dare you try to abduct a civilian woman in broad daylight!" Wang Licui cursed furiously, her eyes full of disdain as she glared at Ying Yuâan.
"Lici sister! Iâm here to help you beat up this young but greasy wastrel." Lan Wanyi rushed over immediately after.
With a wave of her hand, a puppet with Transcendent Void Realm combat power appeared before her.
As for where she got the Void puppet from? Naturally, it was all the little money saved over the years following Lici during their travels, converted by the Sacred Supreme of the Sea of Clouds from the Primordial Taoist Palace.
"Lici Little Immortal Monarch, weâre here to help you too."
Wang Licuiâs two maids, Bun and Dumpling, also charged over fearlessly, standing at Liciâs sides, staring angrily at the fallen wastrel Ying Yuâan.
"Squeak squeak!" Trashy Rat too fearlessly perched on Liciâs shoulder, baring its teeth at the enemy.
Damn it!
The only one who didnât move, Si Wuchou, felt a shiver down his spine as he watched them.
He genuinely didnât want to provoke the young master of the Ancient Saint clan, yet as Liciâs follower, and considering Lici was an "external bloodline" of the Si Family, he dared not help. Otherwise, the Old Ancestor would certainly punish him upon his return.
Helplessly, Si Wuchou had no choice but to brace himself and follow along, yet still feeling apprehensive, he couldnât help but transmit a message to Lici, "Lici, you better tread carefully. This Ying kid has a significant background."
Meanwhile, the flung Ying Yuâan had already staggered back to his feet.
The young boyâs cultivation was at the Heavenly Person Cultivation Stage, far stronger than his peers in many ways, yet he was still flung and was seeing stars, momentarily disoriented.
"Young Master Ying!"
"Young Master Ying, are you okay?"
Ying Yuâanâs gang until then finally snapped out of it, rushing forward to support him, bombarding him with questions, their concern clear.
One of them couldnât suppress his anger and berated Wang Licui and others, "Judging by your attire, youâre not from Luojing, are you? You group of outsiders, how dare you meddle in our Ying matters! Do you know who our Young Master Ying is? Heâs one of the legendary Luojing Four Young Masters."
Luojing Four Young Masters?
Wang Licuiâs mouth twitched, shocked to the point of goosebumps.
What kind of nonsense is this?
These days, thereâs someone using such shame-inducing titles? Even family-transmitted juvenile scripts donât write like this anymore!
"Thatâs right! Youâve offended our Young Master Ying, which means youâve offended the whole lot of us." Another spoiled brat also yelled, pointing at Wang Licui and her companions, "If youâre smart, hand over the wing girl obediently, pay up some money, and get lost quietly. Otherwise, our Young Master Ying will make you pay!"
Wang Licui became increasingly speechless.
What kind of juvenile lines are these? Have they read too many outdated scripts?