"I'm Chinese, I grew up in Tianjin, and I just came to Beijing," Ye Xingchen said.
"Trying to outsmart me?" Chen Hao laughed angrily and ordered, "Investigate this kid's background, immediately."
"Yes, Young Master Chen." A lackey inside nodded and left.
"Zhou Jin, teach this kid a lesson." Chen Hao's eyes almost popped out of their sockets; he had never seen anyone so arrogant.
Zhou Jin glanced at Ye Xingchen indifferently, his gaze as if he were looking at a dead man. He said coldly, "Boy, how do you want to die?"
"How do I want to die?" Ye Xingchen glanced at him. "You know what? The person who threatened me like that before has probably been reincarnated by now."
"Haha, kid, do you know who I am?" Zhou Jin laughed loudly, revealing a set of menacing teeth.
His thin frame, coupled with his gleaming white teeth, made him look like a heavy smoker.
"I don't know, but judging from the reversed flow of the five elements in your body, and the fact that the yin and yang energies are not returning to the spiritual aperture but are wandering throughout your body, it should be due to your cultivation of metaphysics." Ye Xingchen said with a smile, "Moreover, the metaphysics you cultivate should be a yin-leaning and unorthodox path, am I right?"
Zhou Jin's expression changed slightly: "So that's why you dare to be so arrogant, you're a competitor?"
"No, no, we're not in the same profession. I'm just a doctor who makes Chinese medicine and knows a little about observing qi." Ye Xingchen said with a smile, "Besides, you have to drink human blood every now and then, otherwise the dissipation of yin and yang qi caused by cultivation will freeze your whole body."
“I am a disciple of the Three Heroes of Yin Mountain, gathering Yin energy and cultivating evil spirits.” Zhou Jin’s tone was chilling. “Moreover, my ancestors have inherited a lineage of metaphysics. They can see that I am a cultivator, which means I am indeed a remarkable person. But you know far too much.”
"So what?" Ye Xingchen said, "Your experiences are practically written all over your face."
“Brother Chen, this kid knows too much. I’ll teach him a lesson for you.” Zhou Jin sneered.
"Alright, Zhou Jin, show us what you've got today, and teach this kid a lesson so he knows this is Yanjing, not his backyard." Zhou Jin and the girl in the room quickly backed away, seemingly aware of Zhou Jin's abilities.
"Heh, go back to where you came from." Zhou Jin spread his right hand, revealing three paper figures in his palm.
The paper figure is half a foot in size, cut from apricot-yellow talisman paper, and covered with densely drawn talismans in cinnabar.
"Go, suck his blood dry." Zhou Jin pricked his finger and ran it across the paper figure.
As his blood dripped onto the paper figures, the three paper figures seemed to come alive in an instant, suddenly standing upright and floating in mid-air.
At the same time, the indoor temperature suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, and an invisible, miserable laugh came. The three paper figures bulged and pounced on Ye Xingchen.
"Yinshan Spirit Control Technique?" Ye Xingchen pointed his right hand into the air, and with a hum, a transparent aura trapped the three paper figures inside.
He looked at the paper figure with interest: "The technique is quite good. Using yellow paper as a medium and cinnabar talismans as a guide, you forcibly seal the yin spirit inside, depriving the living person of their vital energy to nourish their own yin and yang energies?"
"Unfortunately, this kind of method will incur divine retribution, you probably don't know that, do you?"
“You…” Zhou Jin’s expression changed drastically. Seeing the three paper figures struggling in mid-air but unable to break free from Ye Xingchen’s true energy, he was furious.
"Kid, you're actually a master. I underestimated you." Zhou Jin gritted his teeth and bit his tongue until it bled.
He changed the hand gesture with his right hand and roared, "Go!"
Squeak... The three paper figures in mid-air let out painful screams. Under Zhou Jin's pressure, they tried to break through Ye Xingchen's true energy, but they could not break through no matter what they did.
So they could only frantically pace around on the spot, but they were unable to move forward at all.
"Don't force them, they can't break through." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly and pointed a finger into the air: "Break."
The three paper figures instantly stiffened, turned around abruptly, and pounced on Zhou Jin, clinging tightly to his neck.
"Ah..." Zhou Jin screamed and rolled on the ground, the tearing pain in his neck making him feel like he was dying.
The three paper figures quickly filled up, and having absorbed the vital energy, they greedily clung to Zhou Jin, refusing to leave.
Zhou Jin let out a scream, grabbed one of the paper figures, and slapped it with his right hand, piercing the paper figure with an iron nail.
A scream came from mid-air, and the paper figure instantly turned to ashes.
He endured the pain and subdued the other two paper figures before collapsing to the ground, panting heavily.
He raised his head with lingering fear, and his eyes showed a hint of apprehension as he looked at Ye Xingchen.
This paper figure was created by him using blood as a medium, and in theory it should obey him. But now the paper figure has suddenly turned against him, and there is only one possibility.
That is, the opponent's strength is exceptionally powerful, and they controlled the paper figures with their telekinetic abilities.
"Who exactly are you?" Zhou Jin gritted his teeth and said, "My uncle is An Zhiguo, so don't be too arrogant."
“An Zhiguo?” Ye Xingchen glanced at Zhou Jin in surprise: “I know him.”
“Now that we know each other, things are much easier. You know who he is. If you dare to lay a finger on me, he won’t let you off the hook.” Zhou Jin felt relieved, thinking that Ye Xingchen would be scared if he mentioned An Zhiguo.
"Don't even mention it's you. Even if An Zhiguo came in person, I'd still beat him without hesitation." Ye Xingchen sneered and slapped Zhou Jin, sending him flying.
Zhou Jin screamed and lay on the ground, trembling.
"Zhou Jin, are you alright?" Chen Hao roared, "Damn it, don't you even know where you are? How dare you cause trouble here? Men, come here!"
As soon as the door opened, several men rushed in and surrounded Ye Xingchen.
"Young Master Chen, we've found out." Just then, the guy who went to investigate Ye Xingchen's identity returned. He glanced at Ye Xingchen, then walked to Chen Hao's side and whispered a few words in Chen Hao's ear.
Chen Hao's expression was initially serious, but his brows eventually relaxed.
"Hahaha, I thought it was someone important, but it's just a member of the Ye family." Chen Hao laughed loudly. "Zhou Jin, do you know who he is?"
"Who are they all?" Zhou Jin asked, looking puzzled.
"Do you know Ye Jinyu? The man who died in Jinluo City more than 20 years ago, whose body is still hanging there to this day." Chen Hao laughed until tears almost came out: "He was born to that woman from the Xia family."
“I know about this,” Zhou Jin said through gritted teeth. “So it was you. I didn’t even know such a thing happened in the Yanjing circle.”
"Yeah, I thought it was someone important, but it turns out to be a bastard." Chen Hao laughed heartily.
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