The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 1252 - 1245: Who Exactly Is This Big Shot?

Inside the Ice Holy Land.

The bone-chilling wind swept through incessantly. Ning Batian and Qian Baitong wore grim expressions. As for Ning Xuening, who had been embraced by Ye Chenfeng once again and then pushed away, she had never experienced such humiliation since childhood. Her body quivered faintly in the cold wind, and her gaze toward Ye Chenfeng was filled with a mix of complex emotions.

Meanwhile, the Nine Nether Ice Lion, Little Bai, had returned to its miniature form, lazily perched on Ye Chenfeng’s shoulder like a little kitten. Ye Chenfeng walked over to He Ping, Huang Chongyi, and Xiang Xiaoyi, checking their injuries and discovering that all three had suffered internal wounds, rendering them temporarily unable to move. Ye Chenfeng then turned to Ning Batian and said, "You injured my people. Don’t you think you should take responsibility for that?"

Hearing this, Ning Batian nearly lost his footing, almost falling to the ground in sheer anger. He found Ye Chenfeng utterly shameless. The Hanbing Sect’s Outer Elder Wang Hanmei had been crushed into a pulp, while Third Elder Zhao Yunlong was unconscious like a dead dog. On top of that, Ning Batian and his companions now had the evolved Ice Devouring Worms planted in their bodies. Yet Ye Chenfeng still managed to talk as if he were the victim. This gave Ning Batian the feeling he was dealing with a calamity-star, yet this calamity-star turned out to be just a mere Spirit Communication Realm youth of unimpressive strength.

Ning Batian took a couple of deep breaths inwardly. He had already endured up to this point, so there was no point in losing his temper now. After all, apart from himself, Ning Xuening, Qian Baitong, and Li Zhuhe couldn’t withstand the evolved Ice Devouring Worms. Especially Ning Xuening, who was at the initial stage of the Ocean Gathering Realm, her internal organs would likely be completely consumed within three hours should the worms continuously bite into them. Ning Batian might come up with a way to expel the Ice Devouring Worms, but the immediate issue was that he didn’t have time for research.

Ning Batian suddenly produced a white porcelain bottle and flung it toward Ye Chenfeng, saying, "Kid, this is our Hanbing Sect’s sacred healing medicine. After you give it to them, their injuries should recover by more than half."

Ye Chenfeng caught the porcelain bottle, poured out three white pills, and sniffed them to confirm there was nothing wrong. He then handed them to He Ping and the others to take. During this process, the trio looked at Ye Chenfeng with intense admiration; if they were women, they would unhesitatingly pledge themselves to him. In fact, they now secretly resented not being born as women—life simply wasn’t fair!

If Ye Chenfeng knew what was going through their minds, he might have vomited on the spot and then inflicted even worse injuries on these three fools. After all, Ye Chenfeng was an upright and dignified man!

Shortly after consuming the white pills, He Ping and the others felt a surge of warmth flow through their bodies. They realized their injuries had healed by seventy to eighty percent, and quickly stood up from the ground.

Relieved by the effectiveness of the pills, Ye Chenfeng addressed Ning Batian once more, "If you want me to leave, that’s fine. But I need to take the Nine Nether Ice Lion and these three men with me."

"Boss!" He Ping, Huang Chongyi, and Xiang Xiaoyi looked at Ye Chenfeng with overwhelming gratitude upon hearing his words, leaving Ye Chenfeng feeling greatly awkward.

Ning Batian had long guessed Ye Chenfeng’s intent to leave with the Nine Nether Ice Lion and the trio. However, his internal fury only grew stronger, and he barked, "Kid, aren’t you being a little too audacious?"

"Am I?" With the Ice Devouring Worms now in Ning Batian’s group’s bodies, Ye Chenfeng was entirely at ease facing Ning Batian, a Reincarnation Realm master. He continued calmly, "Of course, you could also kill me immediately. But I guarantee that by the time you figure out a way to expel the Ice Devouring Worms, your daughter will be accompanying me on the Road to Netherworld. Also, these three old fellows might coincidentally join us. For someone as insignificant as me, sacrificing your daughter and losing three Creation Realm experts—would that be worth it?"

"Alternatively, I can give you three days. During those three days, I’ll stay here in the Ice Holy Land. However, in three days, I might end up draining all the Ice Spiritual Energy here. I’ve heard the Ice Holy Land is your sect’s foundation. If it’s gone, I wonder how much it will impact your sect?"

Ye Chenfeng’s words struck every one of Ning Batian’s sore spots, making Ning Batian grit his teeth, his eyebrows furrowing tightly, before angrily conceding, "Fine, kid, I agree to your demands."

Ning Batian’s tone was filled with fury, his eyes practically spitting fire. Right now, even grinding Ye Chenfeng into ashes might not soothe his rage.

With Little Bai cradled in his arms, Ye Chenfeng led He Ping and the others, following Ning Batian’s group to the entrance of the Ice Holy Land. Ning Batian’s Reincarnation Realm spiritual energy stirred faintly as he waved his right hand, creating a barrier gate before everyone.

Ning Xuening followed Ning Batian out of the Ice Holy Land with vacant eyes. Li Zhuhe and Qian Baitong helped carry the barely-conscious Zhao Yunlong out as well. Ye Chenfeng’s group was the last to leave.

The two Inner Elders guarding the Ice Holy Land saw the Sect Master emerge, quickly showing their respect. However, noticing the barely alive Zhao Yunlong, their eyes revealed confusion. They knew Zhao Yunlong was a Creation Realm expert, so how had he sustained such serious injuries in the Ice Holy Land?

When the two guards saw Ye Chenfeng’s group exit the Ice Holy Land, their brows furrowed slightly. Ye Chenfeng and the others had only been kept inside for six short days, and they clearly remembered them.

Ye Chenfeng single-handedly cradled Little Bai while casually patting the shoulders of the two Inner Elders. He said in a fatherly tone, "You two must work hard! I have high hopes for you!"

The two guards almost acted against Ye Chenfeng, but seeing Ning Batian’s silence, they assumed his approval of Ye Chenfeng’s actions. They also recalled that Wang Hanmei had entered the Ice Holy Land earlier but hadn’t emerged. The conclusion was obvious to them. It suddenly dawned on them that Ye Chenfeng might not be ordinary; he could be a disciple of a major sect. Why else would Ning Batian and the others personally retrieve him from the Ice Holy Land?

Convinced of their reasoning, the two guards nodded fervently and replied, "You’re absolutely right! We will do our best!"

Ning Batian and the others trembled with rage, wishing they could kill these idiotic guards on the spot.

Under Ning Batian’s lead, Ye Chenfeng and his companions proceeded to the Hanbing Sect’s square. Beyond the square lay the exit from the sect. The square was packed with Hanbing Sect disciples and elders, all curious about the recent upheaval in the Ice Holy Land.

Seeing Ning Batian and his group emerge, all eyes turned to them. At that moment, Ye Chenfeng stepped forward, suddenly wrapping his arm around Ning Xuening. Before anyone could react, he smiled and said, "Girl, your lips are really sweet! Next time I visit the Hanbing Sect, I’ll be sure to savor them again."

After finishing his words, Ye Chenfeng released Ning Xuening, quickened his pace, and prepared to leave. Ning Batian and his companions followed close behind. Ning Xuening, however, stood frozen in place, mortified. Among all the disciples and elders of the Hanbing Sect, Ye Chenfeng’s shameless words stung her more than any death.

"Kid, aren’t you going to remove the Ice Devouring Worms from our bodies?" Ning Batian caught up to Ye Chenfeng and spoke in a low voice.

Ye Chenfeng replied casually, "Relax. Without my command, these little creatures won’t harm you. As for removing them, you’ll have to figure that out on your own."

Ye Chenfeng ignored Ning Batian, steadily walking toward the sect’s exit. After moving about fifty meters, he turned back and said, "If I have some free time, I’ll come back and play at your Hanbing Sect. I’m sure you’ll be thrilled to host me, won’t you, Sect Master?"

Hearing this, Ning Batian, Qian Baitong, and the others clenched their teeth and huffed in frustration.

The disciples and elders in the square were unaware of the hidden details. To them, the thought that Ye Chenfeng had tasted the lips of the Hanbing Sect’s little princess, and had Ning Batian escort him personally, overshadowed the Ice Holy Land incidents. Each of them began speculating about Ye Chenfeng’s true identity—could he be the son of a top-tier sect leader? Most were convinced he must be a core disciple of a prestigious sect, staring enviously as he left.

Ning Xuening listened to the gossip surrounding her, so furious she felt like bursting. From this day onward, the entire Hanbing Sect would know she had a man—and worse, that she had been kissed! ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

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