At this moment, Yuan Zhexian was sitting leisurely in a luxurious and magnificent restaurant in Chaoge City.
He held a wine glass, sipping slowly, savoring the aroma of the wine while listening to the people around him discussing the various events that had occurred in Chaoge in recent years.
Then the women around him were drawn to him as if by a magnet, their eyes frequently falling on him, revealing a dreamy and infatuated expression.
Even some men couldn't help but cast envious glances at him, constantly looking him up and down.
Despite the intense attention, Yuan Zhexian seemed oblivious. He simply closed his eyes, focusing intently on the wine glass in his hand, as if everything outside was irrelevant to him.
Because Yuan Zhexian's near-perfect appearance was so striking, it didn't take long for her to attract a large number of women from Chaoge City to come and watch.
They whispered among themselves, all filled with curiosity about this exceptionally handsome man.
This situation naturally attracted the attention of the guards responsible for patrolling Chaoge City.
Soon, a group of soldiers in armor, carrying long spears, quickly surrounded the entire restaurant as if facing a formidable enemy.
The leading guard, holding a bronze spear, pointed menacingly at Yuan Zhexian and said sternly, "Now is the time when Chaoge is at war with Xiqi."
"How dare you be so insolent as to disrupt the order of Chaoge City!"
"I strongly suspect you are a spy sent by Xiqi!"
Having said that, he turned to the soldiers around him and shouted, "Men! Seize this man!"
At his command, the soldiers charged forward like wolves and tigers, ready to capture Yuan Zhexian in one fell swoop.
However, facing this group of fierce-looking soldiers, Yuan Zhexian kept his eyes closed, holding his exquisite little wine cup, as if everything around him was irrelevant.
Just as the soldiers were about to pounce on Yuan Zhexian, he softly said, "Get lost!"
Although the sound was not loud, it was like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears.
In an instant, the soldiers, who had been so aggressive, were struck by an invisible force and sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground unconscious.
Upon seeing this, a look of fear flashed across the leader's face.
He clearly hadn't expected Yuan Zhexian to be such a powerful person, and he was so frightened that he turned around and ran away, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
After a few moments, a cloud of dust billowed in the distance, and a five-colored divine ox galloped towards them.
A middle-aged man sat on the back of an ox. He was dressed in brocade robes, his long beard fluttering in the wind, and he exuded an aura of righteousness.
This man has a face like a red date, phoenix eyes, and silkworm eyebrows; he exudes an imposing aura even without anger.
At this moment, Yuan Zhexian also slightly opened his eyes and his gaze fell on that person.
After a moment's thought, he recognized the person based on his memories from his previous life.
"Huang Feihu!"
Yuan Zhexian raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said softly.
Then Huang Feihu looked at Yuan Zhexian and said, "I am King Wucheng—Huang Feihu."
"May I ask your name, and where you practice your cultivation?"
His words were like a wake-up call, making Yuan Zhexian realize a crucial issue.
All people in the primordial world would announce their origins and the place where they cultivated.
And yet, I still don't have a place to stay!
Then Yuan Zhexian turned to look at Huang Feihu, a disdainful sneer appearing on his lips, and snorted coldly, "Hmph! Fellow Daoist?"
"You are not worthy to be my fellow Daoist!"
Upon hearing this, Huang Feihu's face instantly turned extremely ugly. His eyes widened, his face full of anger, and he roared, "You...how dare you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the golden chisel-wielding pestle in his hand, sending it hurtling straight toward Yuan Zhexian with a sharp whistling sound.
However, Yuan Zhexian ignored Huang Feihu's attack. A dazzling golden light emanated from his body, and his figure instantly disappeared from the restaurant.
Huang Feihu's strike missed its mark. He stared blankly in the direction where Yuan Zhexian had disappeared, utterly astonished.
After a long while, he finally came to his senses, his expression becoming extremely solemn. He muttered to himself, "This person's magical power is so profound, it's truly unfathomable. I wonder if he's friend or foe..."
Meanwhile, Yuan Zhexian was pondering where to find a suitable place to settle down while blindly flying at an extremely fast speed.
Just then, Yuan Zhexian suddenly noticed a group of people attacking a white jade unicorn not far away.
This group of people looked quite strange; the men all had six arms on their backs and looked fierce and ferocious, like demons from hell.
The women, on the other hand, were exceptionally beautiful and alluring, yet also exuded a hint of the supernatural.
One of the women was holding a rattan whip, which she kept lashing at the qilin. Each lash struck the qilin hard and made a crisp sound.
The Qilin cried out in pain, trying to escape the woman's attack, but with others surrounding it, it had nowhere to run.
The man standing next to the woman had a fierce, brutal, and extremely excited expression on his face. His eyes were fixed on the Qilin, and he kept licking his lips, as if it were a delicious feast.
He said, "If it weren't for the fact that the sect leader sealed the Qilin's magic power, we probably wouldn't be a match for it."
Then, the man continued, "Since the early Dragon-Han era, the Qilin clan has disappeared and completely withdrawn from the prehistoric stage."
"I never imagined that a Qilin would still be alive in this world! It's truly unexpected!"
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