The young man flicked his wrist, effortlessly casting Ye Chen and the other aside, then strode to the spot where they had been standing, his eyes sparkling as he looked at the girl behind the counter, smiling elegantly like a true gentleman. "Xiao Bei, I just bought a villa in the western suburbs outside the outer city of Bishui. When are you free to come visit?"

The girl frowned slightly, hesitating for a moment. "Young Master Feng, I've been working overtime recently. I'm afraid..."

Young Master Feng's expression was benevolent. "What does that little bit of overtime pay matter? I've told you long ago not to do such tiresome work; I can easily provide for you, but you refuse." "I want to achieve it through my own efforts," the girl murmured, looking down. "I'll wait for you!" The youth suddenly tossed a delicate keychain, throwing it into the girl's hand. "Come before 9 PM tonight... you should know, I'm quite familiar with the boss here..." The girl subconsciously caught the keys, staring blankly at the youth as he turned and walked away.

The youth had taken a few steps, nearing the main hall door, when he suddenly seemed to sense something. He turned his head to glance at Ye Chen and the other in the corner, his expression turning cold. "Hostility? What, you aren't convinced by me?"

This question was clearly directed at Ye Chen.

There were tens of thousands of people standing in the hall, dispersed near the various counters. Some nearby who noticed the commotion turned their heads, and upon seeing Ye Chen, they paused momentarily before listlessly looking away, not giving him a second glance.

Who among those residing in Bishui City wasn't a martial artist with a powerful physique? In this hall of ten thousand people, a third were Demigod Realm experts. These individuals immediately discerned the level of Ghost-God Realm aura emanating from Ye Chen. Seeing someone at the Ghost-God Realm causing trouble with a Demigod, they couldn't help but shake their heads and dismiss him.

In Bishui City, Ghost-God Realm experts were as common as ordinary people, and those who hadn't reached the Ghost-God Realm were merely servants hired to pour tea and fetch water!

Only upon reaching the Ghost-God Realm could one obtain a citizen permit for Bishui City and become an ordinary city resident!

Ye Chen slowly rose from the ground and stared coldly at the youth, his gaze drifting downward to the medal on the youth's chest—a faint golden badge engraved with a crescent moon!

The Fengyue Family?

Ye Chen’s eyes flickered almost imperceptibly. In Bishui City, there were four great families and two major sects!

The Fengyue Family was one of the four great families. The two major sects were the Chimomen and the Huangquan Sect!

It was rumored...

The patriarch of the Fengyue Family was a High-level Pseudo-God Realm expert, possessing terrifying cultivation, being a descendant of the ancient cultivation civilization, highly skilled in various esoteric arts and energy manipulation!

If one were to truly calculate it...

The cultivation civilization was the earliest one to invent light-to-energy conversion technology!

The youth seemed to notice Ye Chen’s gaze, and a hint of disdain crossed his eyes. "An ant-like thing." Saying this, he withdrew his gaze and walked straight out the door, vanishing onto the street.

To him, a Ghost-God Realm individual was insignificant; killing them was as simple as a thought. Although fighting was forbidden within Bishui City, rules were merely applicable to the weak. Before the truly powerful, they were as fragile as a spider's web. Given his background, even if he killed someone in the street, nothing would happen. A simple call to the Bishui City Management Department would resolve everything. It was just that he was in a good mood today and couldn't be bothered.

Ye Chen slowly withdrew his gaze, glancing around. He noticed everyone else had already turned away, clearly indicating that such incidents were not uncommon in a place like this.

If someone blocked the way, they were simply kicked away.

That was the privilege of the strong!

Ye Chen tucked the little white rabbit into his embrace and looked at President Yue Nan. Seeing his faint breath, he was startled and quickly reached out to press his pulse points, infusing his internal Ghost Qi into him.

As the Ghost Qi was infused, a hint of color gradually returned to President Yue Nan’s face, though he still looked frighteningly pale. He breathed shallowly, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "I... I'm fine."

Ye Chen released his hand. In this brief moment, he had poured nearly ten thousand points of Ghost Qi into President Yue Nan, allowing the fractured meridians within the latter's body to show signs of healing, thereby saving his life.

"The Fengyue Family..." Ye Chen muttered inwardly, his eyes chilling slightly.

No reason given; he was beaten until he vomited blood simply for obstructing the path!

"Who was that person?" President Yue Nan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling deep dread. "So terrifying. If I had only reached the third stage of the Ghost-God Realm, I probably would have been beaten to death by that one strike!"

Ye Chen waved his hand slightly. "A very powerful family."

President Yue Nan paused, then grit his teeth, feeling deeply wronged. "If my Ghost Qi hadn't been strong enough, I would have been killed instantly by that blow! I must have revenge for this, even if it takes another hundred or a thousand years of cultivation, I will make him pay in blood!"

Ye Chen nodded, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Revenge?

Of course, he would seek revenge!

However, seeking revenge with their current strength would be nothing more than suicide. The gap between the Ghost-God Realm and the Demigod Realm was not slight; the opponent could crush them both with a single finger.

Only by breaking through to the Demigod Realm would they have a hope of fighting back!

"With the resources of the Chimomen, as long as I pass this assessment, I can reach the Demigod Realm within three years!" Ye Chen clenched his fist, his expression quickly returning to calm as he walked toward the hall entrance.

The surrounding crowd paid them no attention; clearly, two figures at the Ghost-God Realm could not arouse their interest.

Just then, whoosh!

Suddenly, a clamor erupted. Ye Chen and the other, who were about to exit the door, stopped, paused slightly, and turned to look. They saw a figure slowly entering through the other doorway on the far side of the hall.

Even with Ye Chen's composure, seeing this figure made him slightly stunned.

The person was clad in white as pure as snow, possessing breathtaking beauty. Raven-black, silky hair cascaded down past her cheeks, setting off her delicate, snow-white skin. Her eyes, like autumn water, held a detached clarity, radiating a coldness that kept others at bay, making her seem unreachable—like a snow lotus blooming quietly and gracefully on the highest peak.

Breathtakingly beautiful! Sacred and inviolable!

All the beautiful language in the world could not describe the shock of that moment. Ye Chen had never imagined that a person could be so beautiful, so profoundly stunning, causing one's blood to reverse and heart to race uncontrollably.

Even the people of the Atlantean civilization, renowned for their beauty, paled in comparison to this woman.

President Yue Nan’s eyes widened, his jaw nearly dropping. As the president of a major base city, he had extensive experience and had seen countless beauties, yet next to this woman, he couldn't compare to even a single one of her fingers.

After a brief silence, the entire hall exploded into a deafening roar. Countless eyes turned fiery hot, staring at the cold woman with reverence. Within everyone's gaze, there was a flicker of dark, greedy desire—not that they didn't harbor the thought, but they lacked the courage!

"It's that Bai Yijun!" "She really is the Battle Angel from the Angel Civilization!" "Legend says she once hunted and killed a lost-soul-type Pseudo-God Realm entity outside the east suburbs of the city gate!" "She herself is only at the Demigod Realm, yet she can slay Pseudo-God Realm experts across ranks!" "So beautiful!!!"

Everyone was completely galvanized.

Throughout Bishui City, the name "Bai Yijun" commanded immense respect. Possessing only the strength of a Demigod, she had nevertheless retreated safely from the hands of a Pseudo-God Realm expert and had a proven record of slaying a Pseudo-God Realm lost-soul entity!

Peerless genius, transcendent beauty, favored daughter of heaven!

This woman belonged to the Battle Angel lineage within the Angel Civilization. In the entire Angel Civilization, there were numerous angel races, such as the Seraphim Angels (primarily focusing on healing), the Battle Angels (masters of combat), the Twelve-Winged Angels (royal lineage), and so on.

Battle Angels were divided into various types; some practiced domain combat, some focused on illusionary combat, and others specialized in physical close combat, etc.

"Bai Yijun?" Ye Chen came back to his senses, looking at the woman again. "I never heard of this figure in my previous life. However, I only entered Bishui City more than a decade after arriving in the Ancient World. Could it be that this woman will leave Bishui City soon?"

"So beautiful!" President Yue Nan exclaimed sincerely.

Ye Chen glanced at the woman, his eyes flickering slightly, then averted his gaze and said flatly, "Let's go." He walked straight out the door. President Yue Nan hesitated, then could only follow dejectedly, occasionally turning his head to look back at the woman, perhaps willing to gaze upon her for another thousand years!

After Ye Chen and the other left, they didn't notice that the distant woman seemed to sense something and glanced in their direction. Within her cold, autumn-water-like eyes, there was a faint hint of surprise. While everyone else in the hall was captivated by her beauty, someone was actually leaving at this moment?

It was only a fleeting moment of surprise; she withdrew her gaze without dwelling on it, casting the matter aside, and headed toward the medicine goods counter...

After leaving the hall, Ye Chen wandered around the streets for a while before returning to his residence.

The Lily Community was an extremely spacious complex with neatly arranged buildings. At the entrance was an electronic identification scanner. As Ye Chen approached, it automatically scanned his optical brain armguard, and with a "beep," his identity was confirmed, and the transparent energy shield door slowly opened.

Ye Chen and President Yue Nan entered and found their respective residences.

Looking around.

The community had many lawns and gravel pathways where people leisurely exercised. None of them possessed strong auras; among them, there were only a few peak Ghost-God Realm presences.

Ye Chen paid them no mind and went to his living space—a 500-square-meter room with a spacious living room, a sofa, red wine, an energy screen television, and voice-controlled air conditioning, etc.

Ye Chen was never picky about his living quarters. He casually sat on the balcony and entered a meditative state to cultivate.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

"Beep beep..."

The optical brain armguard on his arm sounded, transmitting a string of information.