The young woman standing at the entrance, with just a casual kick, a single kick! She sent the manor’s tributor flying.
Do you know who that tributor is?
That is Yu Lide, who became famous at a young age.
In the Nameless Mountain Villa’s black market, sometimes those who rely on their own exceptional strength break the rules. The Great Tributor of Nameless Mountain Villa, Yu Lide, acts with overwhelming force, directly subduing people in a single move. Ruthless, accurate, and swift!
Regulars of the black market, who doesn’t know his name, who doesn’t know his methods? When mentioning him, people always feel a lingering fear.
However, this person who many feared was kicked flying, directly embedded into the wall, and went unconscious.
"How dare you, so young, yet so ruthless..." The Manor Master couldn’t finish his sentence, as the housekeeper behind him covered his mouth, making him unable to say anything more, only making muffled sounds.
The housekeeper smiled apologetically, "Miss, is there a misunderstanding? Can we sit down and discuss?" The housekeeper is the Manor Master’s second uncle. After the previous Manor Master passed away, the housekeeper treated the Manor Master as his own child. Of course, he wouldn’t watch him make foolish decisions and ruin himself and the Nameless Mountain Villa. This young woman showed such terrifying power with just one move, oh no, with just one kick. If she exerted full strength, he dared to say that even several tributors along with him and the Manor Master couldn’t stop her.
"Everyone get inside, sit down." Tianmiao glanced at the housekeeper and nodded slightly. This human was quite perceptive and clever.
The Manor Master showed discontent on his face, but the housekeeper pinched a piece of fat on his waist and twisted it hard, scolding him in a low voice, "Can’t you see? This girl’s strength is extremely formidable. Haven’t you been taught before? The wise adapt to circumstances."
"Oh, fine, the brave don’t suffer immediate losses." The Manor Master rubbed the fat on his waist, feeling a bit aggrieved. His second uncle, really, couldn’t he give him some face? Did he really think his actions were discreet? Everyone in the hall were no ordinary people, they were all cultivators. Each had keen ears and eyes, surely they all saw him being pinched. Ugh, he lost all face.
In the midst of everyone’s stunned gaze, Tianmiao "swaggered" into the grand hall. At least in the eyes of everyone except Master Wuxin, it was a swagger.
Tianmiao sat at the position on the high platform in the hall. This simple high platform was sometimes used for auctions. Under "everyone’s gaze," Tianmiao sat at the highest position, overlooking the people below.
"Little girl, small in stature yet your bearing is not small. Let me take you on!" In the hall, a guest saw Tianmiao’s casual glance at them, and his heart burned with anger. He also wished to gain some attention. These manor tributors couldn’t handle it; he would! Soon he would surely make an impression on everyone.
He was a loose cultivator, and due to his exceptional talent and strength, many sects had extended olive branches to him. But he was naturally free-spirited and didn’t want to be bound by such restrictions, rejecting them all. The path of a loose cultivator is originally harder than that of sect disciples, yet he surpassed many sect’s core disciples amidst such hardships. His talent and luck are to be imagined.
For cultivators, luck is also important. For example, entering a secret realm at the same time. One might discover a treasure, while another might not find anything and be chased by a demon beast, almost ending up dead. This loose cultivator belonged to the former.
However, today luck was not on his side, and he couldn’t shine.