Chapter 70 The Holy Son and His Highness
"Everyone obey."
At Ye Xiaoman's command, the monks working in the store gathered together.
Ye Xiaoman put one foot on the chair, with an even more arrogant attitude than Ni Shaorong, and pointed fingers at all the second-generation rich kids with her hands on her hips.
"Beat up all of these noble princesses and princes for me."
She looked at the slap marks on Sanghua's face and said, "Focus on the face."
"If he kills me, it's my fault."
"Yes." The monks took action as ordered.
The monks were very powerful. In less than a cup of tea, they beat everyone, including Ni Shaorong, until they were bruised and battered, their magic weapons were broken, and they were crying for their parents.
"Do you know who I am?" Ni Shaorong roared on the ground with disheveled hair. "Aren't you afraid of death if you offend me?"
Ye Xiaoman stepped on her head and rubbed her face on the ground, saying a hundred times more angrily than her:
"Not only am I not afraid, but you will have to kneel down and kowtow to me to apologize. Do you believe it?"
Ni Shaorong was stubborn and unyielding, "I don't believe it!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a shocked voice came from behind her.
"Master Ye, what happened?"
Tang Xin, the highly respected elder of the Qingzheng Sect's inner sect, came to get the spiritual herbs as agreed.
After leaving a clear shoe print on Ni Shaorong's face, Ye Xiaoman moved her foot away.
She said in a sage-like manner, "Elder Tang, your disciples are causing trouble in my shop."
Tang Xin was angry.
He was licking Master Ye, fearing that he was not licking him well enough, and the people below actually came to cause trouble for him.
When the second-generation rich, including Ni Shaorong, saw Tang Xin coming, they no longer had the dignity of princesses and princes, and they all trembled in fear.
There are many royal relatives in the Qing Dynasty, and anyone who violates the rules will be kicked out.
"A bunch of bastards!"
Tang Xin waved his sleeves and knocked all the second-generation rich people to the ground.
"How dare you come and cause trouble for Master Ye?"
Without saying anything, he pressed Ni Shaorong and others and kowtowed three times to Ye Xiaoman.
With another wave of his sleeve, a tornado swept the person out of the store like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
"Everyone return to the sect to receive three magic staffs!"
"roll!"
The second-generation rich people ran away in a panic.
Especially Ni Shaorong, her shoes fell off and she didn't even dare to look back.
"Haha, Master Ye, this is all a misunderstanding. Tang apologizes to you."
"Well, Elder Tang, please come into the private room."
When Ye Xiaoman passed by Sang Hua, she gently touched her face and asked Duo to take her away to heal her wounds, and to give her double salary today.
Sang Hua was so shocked by Ye Xiaoman's ferocity that she forgot to cry. She stared at her back in amazement as she left.
As expected, being able to open a store in the black market at such a young age means he must be quite powerful.
She was determined to hold on to this thigh.
Ni Shaorong and the other second-generation rich people were huddled on the flying boat back to their sect, still in shock.
"Who is Master Ye Xian? She even makes Elder Tang so polite to her."
"He's definitely not someone we can afford to offend."
The second-generation rich kids wailed while covering their wounds and were quite resentful of Ni Shaorong who brought them to cause trouble.
"What? You didn't even check someone's background before causing trouble."
Ni Shaorong raised her face and asked the maids to wipe the footprints off her face.
She threatened: "I will definitely retaliate."
"Tsk, how are you going to retaliate against the people that Elder Tang protects?"
Master Ye definitely wouldn't dare to provoke him.
She wouldn't even dare to bully Sang Hua anymore.
Ni Shaorong thought about it and found a scapegoat. "I heard that Xiao Chujing's mistress, Ye Xiaoman, helped Sang Hua find this job."
The second prince broke his leg at Xiao Chujing's yesterday and his arm at Ye Xiaoman's shop today. He finally learned to be cautious.
"Master Ye's surname is Ye, and Ye Xiaoman's surname is also Ye. Could they be related?"
"Impossible," Ni Shaorong denied it outright. "I have sent people to investigate her background. Her family is just lowly commoners."
The second-generation rich people were finally relieved.
"How do you want to take revenge on her?"
"The three-year assessment for the outer sect is coming soon. I will make sure she loses the chance to enter the inner sect!"
What the poor have to work hard for half their lives, they can get effortlessly just by relying on their family background.
With just a flick of a finger, the poor's bright future can be ruined in an instant.
Everyone smiled cruelly: "Hehe, low-level cultivators like them will be in dire straits if they are expelled from the sect."
"After she's fired, we'll find someone to teach her a lesson, like crippling her spiritual roots or something, and then take her in as my cauldron."
Ni Shaorong, whose face was swollen from being beaten, finally straightened up again and said, "Let's do it."
When talking about the outer sect assessment, the second-generation rich discussed the latest hot news, and were so excited that they forgot the pain on their faces.
He also temporarily put aside the idea of revenge on Ye Xiaoman.
"Have you heard the news? I heard that for this assessment, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Ji Wenyi of the Great Dynasty and the Holy Son Jiaying will be visiting the Qingzheng Sect together."
"Sir Holy Son, Father has been unable to get anyone to give a lecture for three consecutive years."
"He's a living god. If I'm lucky enough to meet him this time, I must ask for his blessing."
"Your Highness, my God—"
There was a look of longing on everyone's face.
There is also a chain of contempt among royal families.
Their small country is at the bottom of the food chain, and the "prince" dare not call himself "prince" but can only be called "prince".
Every year, they have to pay tribute to a powerful country like the Great Dynasty and present magical weapons and beauties.
As the most powerful empire, the Great Dynasty considered it an honor if its vassal states could be annexed by it.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Great Dynasty, Ji Wenyi, not only possesses a noble status in the secular world, but is also a genius in the world of immortal cultivation.
The dual glorious identities were a sure win in Mu Qiang's world of immortal cultivation.
Make him the object of everyone's admiration.
Everyone present was eager to become his royal attendant.
It would be best if I could become his confidante - I hope he isn't too rigid about gender.
She didn't dare to dream of the position of concubine, as that was something only nobles like Ji Wenyi, who were the center of public attention, could dream of.
Ni Shaorong said excitedly: "The Crown Prince is coming to the Qingzheng Sect. Does that mean we have a chance to meet him?"
"Mulberry flowers..."
Alas, Sang Hua could no longer be enslaved. "You guys, hurry up and help me order my robes and jewelry. I want to be the most dazzling person that day."
As long as she has anything to do with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Master Ye and Elder Tang will have to kneel down and sing "Conquer" to her!
The Ruyi-shaped flying magic weapon once again stopped in the sky above the "Youjian Lingcao Studio" in a dazzling posture.
In the elegant room above, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Ji Wenyi's twin brother, Prince Ji Weiming, and the Holy Son Jiaying were sitting opposite each other copying scriptures.
The furnishings in the room, including the writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone, are all immortal-grade magic weapons, luxurious and elegant to the extreme.
The incense was faint, and two faces that looked like banished immortals appeared in the mist.
A monk and a Taoist priest.
Jiaying is a young monk who is revered as a "god" in the human world.
He was wearing plain white monk's robes, and his skin was as white as jade, even lighter in color than the plain clothes.
Only the scarlet teardrop mole under his eye added a touch of color, diluting the monk's ascetic feeling.
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