"Give me the Jade Pendant, you get the Elixir. Take it right away." Ye Qingfeng said coldly, already out of patience.

Since talking nicely didn’t work, then he’d just make a move. Either way, Ye Qingfeng was determined to get this black Jade Pendant; worst case, he would just snatch it.

He was never a good person to begin with.

In the Cultivation World, killing people and seizing their treasures happened far too often.

"Alright, young friend, I believe you!" The old man handed over the Jade Pendant.

Ye Qingfeng took the black Dragon Form Jade Pendant, then directly passed the medicine bottle to the old man’s hand. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and left.

It wasn’t until Ye Qingfeng walked away that Du Bingxin finally let out a breath. The pressure Ye Qingfeng gave her just now was way too much, making it hard to breathe. She really couldn’t understand how a person’s gaze could be that icy cold.

At this moment, the old man had already opened the bottle. A black pill immediately fell into his hand, and a refreshing fragrance drifted out with it.

"What a nice smell. This Divine Doctor’s Elixir really is extraordinary!" The old man exclaimed in admiration.

Du Bingxin was speechless. Since when do you judge an Elixir by how good it smells? If that’s the standard, you might as well just go eat street snacks.

But the scent was indeed pleasant, like the fresh fragrance of new shoots sprouting from a hundred-year-old tree.

The old man didn’t hesitate and swallowed the Elixir directly, then his expression suddenly changed.

"Old sir, what’s wrong?" Du Bingxin asked anxiously.

"Th-this Elixir is too miraculous. I feel power flooding my whole body, and that oppressive feeling in my heart that’s always been there is gone. That young man really is a Divine Doctor!" the old man shouted excitedly.

As he spoke, the old man even tried a little jump, and his face turned extremely rosy.

Could it really be that amazing?

Suddenly, something stirred in Du Bingxin’s heart. Didn’t she come to Xiangjiang precisely to look for a Divine Doctor? If that young man really was one, did she still need to go to the Su Family to ask Su Yingxin?

In an instant, Du Bingxin stopped hesitating, turned around, and rushed out of the airport after him.

Just as Ye Qingfeng walked out of the airport, he saw not far away a large group of people standing there, and among them was exactly that fat guy from the plane.

In fact, Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense had already noticed the fat guy long ago; he just couldn’t be bothered to deal with him. But if that fatty insisted on courting death, he didn’t mind sending him on his way.

Sure enough, the group quickly surrounded him, and the fat man walked toward Ye Qingfeng with a cold smirk.

"I told you you’d pay the price. Weren’t you pretty arrogant just now? How about now?" The fatty walked up to Ye Qingfeng, a confident smile spreading across his face.

"Actually, that beauty was right. Fighting is just the most Low-level method. Look at these guys, any one of them is a tough fighter, but they’re just a bunch of street punks. No matter how much I humiliate them, they don’t even dare complain. Identity and background, power and connections—that’s the real method in high society."

Miao Dalong’s tone was full of disdain, his expression arrogant, lecturing Ye Qingfeng in a flat voice.

The group surrounding Ye Qingfeng heard Miao Dalong’s words and felt no dissatisfaction at all. He was right; they were nothing but lapdogs.

"Stop!"

At this moment, a woman’s voice rang out. A pretty figure shoved the crowd aside and rushed in.

It was Du Bingxin.

"I came to him for something. Let’s just drop it, alright? Whatever it costs, I’ll pay for him." Du Bingxin blocked in front of Ye Qingfeng and said anxiously.

Right now this guy could very well be a Divine Doctor, her only hope to save her grandfather. There was no way she could watch him get hurt.

"It’s you!" The fatty was briefly stunned, then sneered. "Didn’t expect you to have some moves, actually managed to track this woman down. But too bad—you pissed me off. If I don’t break your arm today, don’t even think about leaving!"

After speaking, he glanced at Du Bingxin again and sneered, "I thought you were some big deal, some ice-cold goddess. Turns out you’re just like all those fake bitches—see a good-looking guy and you’re on your knees right away. You’d be better off following me. I’ve got money to burn!"

"You—!" Du Bingxin’s face changed dramatically. She had never been humiliated like this before.

"Bang!"

Right then, a foot suddenly lifted and slammed into Miao Dalong’s fat belly, sending his whole bulky body flying, crashing into the group of punks behind him.

Du Bingxin froze. That kick was way too strong—he actually sent such a fat body flying.

"Fuck him up! Break his arms!" Miao Dalong screamed.

"Don’t!"

Du Bingxin actually wanted to rush forward to block them. This young man was now her only hope to save her grandfather; nothing could happen to him.

These punks didn’t dare disobey Miao Dalong’s order. Their eyes went cold as they pulled steel pipes out of who-knows-where and charged in.

Seeing Du Bingxin rush up to stop them, one of the punks showed no mercy at all and was about to smash his pipe down on her shoulder.

"Crack."

Ye Qingfeng’s foot slammed into that punk’s calf. A crisp sound of bone shattering rang out, and the guy dropped to his knees on the ground.

Du Bingxin stared, dumbfounded. That kick was vicious—he actually snapped a person’s bone.

Suddenly, Du Bingxin saw several steel pipes swinging toward Ye Qingfeng at the same time and cried out in alarm, "Watch out!"

"Crack!" "Crack!"

Ye Qingfeng kept lashing out with his legs, his speed extremely fast. Du Bingxin only saw a blur of afterimages before all those punks’ bones were broken, and they were rolling on the ground screaming.

In less than a minute, Ye Qingfeng had taken care of all the punks. He had no intention of wasting time on these small fry.

Du Bingxin stood there in a daze, completely stunned. One person could actually be this strong, beating down a whole group of weapon-wielding punks.

"So it really is useful to know how to fight." Du Bingxin muttered under her breath.

This young man didn’t just know how to fight—he was terrifyingly good. So many people and none of them were his match.

Ye Qingfeng walked up to Miao Dalong, looking down at him from above. Then he lightly placed one foot on Miao Dalong’s arm and said coldly, "You just said you wanted to break my arm?"

"N-no, I wouldn’t dare—" Miao Dalong shook his head frantically.

"You wouldn’t?" Ye Qingfeng chuckled softly, the force under his foot increasing. The sound of bones slowly cracking rang out. "I would."

"I was wrong, big bro, I was wrong. Let me go, please!" Miao Dalong’s face was ashen, his chubby face drenched in sweat as he screamed in pain and begged.

"He’s already begging for mercy, just let him go," Du Bingxin said, trembling a little at the scene and unable to help pleading.

Ye Qingfeng couldn’t even be bothered to glance at Du Bingxin. This woman had nothing to do with him, and it wasn’t her place to call the shots.