Chapter 129: Ye Zheng's Woman

Ye Zheng could no longer tolerate the vicious words directed at these people. How dare anyone point fingers or gossip about his little one!

With a wave of his hand, he unleashed an instantaneous pressure. The diners could not withstand it, and all began to cough up blood. Everyone stared at Ye Zheng in terror. Who was this man, and how could he possess such profound cultivation that his mere presence could annihilate them all?

"I am Ye Zheng, Lord Chiling of Mount Wumei. Does anyone have an objection?" How audacious—these people were courting death! He, who could hardly bear to say a harsh word to his little one, was witnessing them bully her like this.

"Lord Chiling? Ye Zheng? Is it *that* one?"
"It's over, we're done for!"
"What are you panicking about? Look at his face. That is clearly not the face of Lord Chiling. He must be bluffing!"
"Exactly! Nowadays, anyone dares to impersonate Lord Chiling!"
"He has no fear of death, daring to impersonate that man. He must be tired of living!"
"Young people, hot-blooded and arrogant. It's understandable!"
"If the real Lord Chiling were to appear, wouldn't this man be humiliated?"
"Hahaha, that scene would be hilarious!"

The various insults and mocking remarks rained down upon Ye Zheng and Chu Xingran. The crowd questioned Ye Zheng's identity with ignorance, continuously testing his patience.

"All of you, shut your mouths! You ants, how dare you insult my woman!" Raising his hand again, he did not merely release pressure; Ye Zheng directly attacked the person who had spoken the most vilely. He had said that no one could bully Chu Xingran—not even himself. These people deserved to die, but though he would not kill them outright, he would cripple them completely.

He dispelled the illusion on his face, revealing the cold, crystalline features of the true Ye Zheng. The once-defiant crowd fell silent. It was truly Ye Zheng. How could he be here?

Was that little tyrant of the Chu family truly Ye Zheng’s woman? What had they just done? Not only had they insulted Lord Chiling, but they had also berated his woman. Did they have any chance of survival?

"You provoked me and bullied my woman. Do you think I will let you off?" His eyes were cold and predatory, and the smile on his lips held a bloodthirsty madness. Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines; goosebumps erupted on their skin. This man was truly terrifying. They never expected that a man who seemed to exist only in legends would suddenly appear here, and in such an intimate relationship with the Chu family's little tyrant. Had they known that the man Chu Xingran confessed to was Lord Chiling himself, they would have knelt and offered their blessings—who would dare offend them?

"My Lord, have mercy! We didn't mean it, please forgive us!" As one person started to plead, the others began to wail. They did not know that Ye Zheng detested crying and commotion; whenever this happened, he never showed mercy. Today was no different. He would not kill them, but he would inflict a fate far more terrifying than death.

"Tear out their tongues and feed them to the dogs. Let them know the consequences of an unbridled tongue. Let them taste the true cost of their insults."
"Sever their limbs. For creatures with simple minds and overdeveloped limbs, losing one is the same as losing all—so take them all!"
"Destroy their cultivation. I want them to live in utter despair. Since they enjoy making others despair, let them experience what true despair is themselves!"

Killing was nothing; torturing them to death was the true cruelty. If they didn't consider the consequences when bullying others, they shouldn't beg for mercy when others dealt with them. Anyone could speak, but one had to be responsible for their words; an unbridled tongue was never a good thing.

"Don't be afraid. With me here, no one can bully you." He stroked Chu Xingran's hair and pulled her into his arms. "This place is too dirty. I will take you elsewhere to eat. Where I am, you will always be safe." His fierce gaze swept over the crowd, and everyone lowered their heads, trembling.

He was terrifying. This man was not human; he was a demon from hell, a Shura god from the heavens! Once his anger was ignited, no one could stop him when he decided to reap lives. Ye Zheng was the sovereign of the Lower Three Realms; even if he killed this entire crowd today, no one would dare criticize him—the only ones criticized would be the victims. Ye Zheng’s existence was enigmatic, both righteous and evil; no one could truly say if he was right or wrong.

"Are you really Lord Chiling?" Chu Xingran covered her mouth, looking utterly shocked, stealing glances at Ye Zheng. Heavens! What had she done? She had thought Ye Zheng was just a wealthy nobleman; she never imagined he would be the high and mighty Lord Chiling. Not only had she made bold declarations to him, but she had kissed his cheek and even said she would marry him today. It was over; she had defiled her high-and-mighty idol.

"If you like him, just be together. My brother has remained virtuous for many years; opportunities like this are rare. If you miss this, there won't be another!" Fang Fanghe walked behind them, interjecting occasionally. Indeed, Ye Zheng was a fine man, but Chu Xingran was currently terrified by his identity. Her family always said she wasn't like a proper girl because she was too reckless.

"I... you... My Lord, please just pretend I was joking!" Chu Xingran looked down at the ground, feeling completely humiliated. Why did it have to be Lord Chiling, Ye Zheng? Although he was the man of her dreams, she felt she could never be worthy of him. They were worlds apart—one in the heavens, one in the mud. She could not drag him down from his pedestal. A man like Ye Zheng was meant to be kept in one's heart, worshipped from afar. She must not soil him with her own mire.

"Chu Xingran, you said you would marry me today. Do you know the consequences of deceiving me?" The madness in his eyes was undisguised, his possessiveness self-evident. He wanted Chu Xingran; she could only be with him, Ye Zheng. His little one could belong to only one person. He no longer cared about the outcome; he only wanted to be the one beside her throughout the journey.

"You are my woman. I take everything you say to heart. If you dare to lie to me, I will kill you, and then I shall follow you in death!" The corners of his mouth curled into an evil, charming smile. At this moment, Ye Zheng was truly obsessed.