According to her plan, the best course of action would be to leave immediately, then find a way to escape the Eastern Ancient Kingdom and lay low somewhere outside for ten or eight years.
However, Ning Beichen refused to leave, and she didn't dare to leave alone. So, she could only stay by Ning Beichen's side, filled with unease.
She was very grateful to Ning Beichen for saving her. Yet, his refusal to leave made her curse him as overly arrogant and reckless in her heart.
Huang Yinghai was a wealthy magnate in the West City. Ning Beichen had killed his son right in front of him. How could Huang Yinghai possibly let this go?
Time ticked by.
Ning Beichen sat on the sofa, leisurely enjoying himself, while Liu Yixin was restless beside him, feeling as if every moment was an eternity.
In fact, Ning Beichen was very interested in Liu Yixin. However, there was one thing he couldn't quite figure out.
Did Huang Haibo kidnap and imprisonment Liu Yixin merely to possess her?
That seemed a bit far-fetched.
Huang Yinghai was a wealthy magnate in the West City. Even if his son was incompetent, he was still a rich second-generation heir, not someone who hadn't seen a woman in centuries. Was it really necessary for him to act this way?
Ning Beichen pondered this, his gaze falling on Huang Yinghai, who resembled a venomous snake.
"Huang Yinghai, you are a prominent magnate in the West City. Has your son never seen a woman before?"
"If your son truly liked her, he could have simply pursued her. Why resort to such despicable and vulgar tactics?"
"What do you know? She is a Ding..."
Huang Yinghai blurted out without thinking, but as soon as he uttered the word "Ding," he immediately realized his mistake and refused to continue.
"Ding?"
"What Ding?"
"Could it be a Ding-Lú!"
A spark of realization flashed through Ning Beichen's mind, and he instinctively glanced at Liu Yixin.
If it had been a different word, Ning Beichen might not have been able to guess.
But coupled with Huang Yinghai's reaction and Huang Haibo's desperate haste to possess Liu Yixin, it would be foolish for Ning Beichen not to understand.
"How audacious!"
A murderous glint flickered in Ning Beichen's eyes.
Using women as Ding-Lú was an evil art, condemned by both ancient and modern times. Fortunately, he had arrived in time. If Huang Haibo had truly taken Liu Yixin's body, her life would have been ruined.
Before, Ning Beichen had wondered if killing Huang Haibo was overkill and if it had offended the Qingye Sect.
But now, Ning Beichen no longer held such thoughts. A scumbag like Huang Haibo did not deserve to live.
Just then, footsteps were heard from outside. Huang Yinghai flashed a grim smile at Ning Beichen.
"The people from the Qingye Sect are here. You have nowhere to run. You killed my son, and I will tear you to pieces!"
Before Ning Beichen could speak, the door was pushed open, and several people entered.
Indeed, they were from the Qingye Sect, but not the Sect Master. It was an elder of the Qingye Sect accompanied by several disciples. They likely believed that the Sect Master's personal intervention was unnecessary, and an elder would suffice.
"Elder Fan, you must avenge my son..."
As soon as the Qingye Sect members entered, Huang Yinghai began to plead with the elder, his injuries starkly visible and his appearance pitiable. The Qingye Sect elder glared at Ning Beichen like a tiger ready to pounce.
The Qingye Sect had a history of over two hundred years. Huang Yinghai was one of the Qingye Sect's tools for accumulating wealth in the secular world. To harm Huang Yinghai was tantamount to slapping the Qingye Sect in the face.
Moreover, Ning Beichen had killed Huang Yinghai's son.
Huang Yinghai's son, Huang Haibo, had already joined the Qingye Sect and was a disciple. The death of a disciple was no trivial matter.
Fan Haitong looked down at Huang Haibo's corpse on the ground, his expression grim, his temples throbbing incessantly.
While the Qingye Sect might not be on par with renowned sects like Shaolin and Wudang, they were not to be trifled with by just anyone.
"Foreign Affairs Officer Huang, rest assured. Your son was a disciple of our Qingye Sect. I will certainly avenge him."
Fan Haitong said to Huang Yinghai with a hint of sympathy.
Huang Yinghai had his cherished son in his old age. Now that he was murdered, if the Qingye Sect did not avenge him, who would dare to serve the Qingye Sect in the future?
"End yourself now. I will at least grant you a whole corpse."
Fan Haitong said to Ning Beichen.
"An elder of the Qingye Sect?"
Ning Beichen looked on coldly, speaking for the first time. He had expected the Sect Master to appear, but it turned out to be just an elder.
Perhaps the Qingye Sect underestimated him, or perhaps they considered him, Ning Beichen, to be a pushover.
"I am Fan Haitong, an elder of the Qingye Sect. I shall let you die with clarity."
Fan Haitong arrogantly addressed Ning Beichen.
Yes, he too suffered from the prejudice of judging by appearance. Seeing Ning Beichen's youthful appearance, likely only in his early twenties, he didn't take Ning Beichen seriously at all.
Huang Yinghai, however, was anxious and quickly reminded Fan Haitong.
"Elder Fan, although this fellow is young, he is cunning and his martial arts are not weak. He must not be spared."
"I know what I'm doing."
Fan Haitong waved his hand at Huang Yinghai, not bothering to listen.
This Huang Haibo was also of little use, just a brat who managed to scare him this much. It was a disgrace to the Qingye Sect.
"You are no match for me. Let the Sect Master of the Qingye Sect come."
Ning Beichen said from his seat on the sofa, glancing at Fan Haitong.
"Arrogant!"
"To deal with a mere brat like you, why would the Sect Master need to act? Let me see how much strength you truly possess!"
Fan Haitong roared, taking a stride towards Ning Beichen and throwing a punch.
"Scram!"
Ning Beichen let out a thunderous shout, not even changing his sitting posture. A terrifying aura instantly enveloped Fan Haitong.
Before Fan Haitong's fist could reach him, Ning Beichen swung his arm, unleashing a powerful "Slab-Smashing Hand" sideways, directly striking Fan Haitong's center.
Fan Haitong, already intimidated by Ning Beichen's masterly aura, couldn't move. Before he could react, he felt his internal organs erupt like flowers, the pain twisting his features.
With several dull thuds, Fan Haitong retreated rapidly. With each step back, an imprint appeared on the floor. He left seven or eight footprints on the floor before coming to a halt.
With a groan, Fan Haitong opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His complexion had turned a sickly greenish-gray.
"This is bad, Elder Zhao is injured! Let's attack together."
The disciples of the Qingye Sect who had accompanied Fan Haitong immediately charged at Ning Beichen.
"No..."
Before Fan Haitong could utter another word, he saw the Qingye Sect disciples who had attacked being sent flying, lying sprawled on the ground. They were no match for Ning Beichen, not even for a single move.