Chapter 11

The people around were startled. With this whip from Ximen Yan, the savage would likely turn into charcoal, dead beyond any hope of revival.

Enraged, the young girl's other jade-like wrist trembled slightly, and a very exquisite and beautiful small crossbow suddenly appeared on her originally snow-white wrist.

"Whoosh..." A small, fiery red arrow shot over like lightning.

At such a close distance, Yang Dingtian had no way to dodge. Instinctively, he struck out with a palm to deflect the incoming arrow, instantly releasing several streams of profound energy.

Suddenly, the small arrow shot into Yang Dingtian's palm and immediately transformed into a scorching and terrifying energy, piercing through his palm and into his chest.

At the same time, Yang Dingtian's right hand, now as red as fire, struck the girl's stunningly alluring bosom due to inertia.

The astonishing size, the astonishing elasticity, the astonishing smoothness, and the astonishing feel.

But Yang Dingtian had no time to enjoy it. The girl, stunned by Yang Dingtian's fiery, scalding hand pressing against her delicate breasts, let out a scream, furious, and struck out with a palm.

At the same time, Ximen Yan's fiery red whip lashed down on Yang Dingtian's head.

Yang Dingtian seemed to be struck by lightning. Three extremely fierce and scorching energies forcefully penetrated his body, as if trying to tear him apart instantly.

Suddenly, Yang Dingtian's body turned a fiery red, and his blood began to boil.

"Ah..." With a mad roar, Yang Dingtian clutched the girl's small hand, his eyes bloodshot with anger, and a mouthful of scalding blood spewed out several meters, and he collapsed, unconscious!

The girl felt a burning sensation on her face, and her beautiful, jade-like face was directly splattered with Yang Dingtian's blood. In fact, with her cultivation, she could have easily dodged, but although she was arrogant and capricious, she had never killed anyone before. In her anger and shock, she had actually killed someone, and she was momentarily stunned.

After a moment, she forcefully shook off Yang Dingtian's hand and trembled, saying, "How dare you, how dare you touch me... You deserve to die!"

Then, she still wanted to take the flame pendant from Yang Dingtian's chest, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from his grip. She could have used her profound energy to fling Yang Dingtian's "corpse" dozens of meters away, but that would have shattered all his bones. After hesitating, she didn't use her profound energy and instead tried to break free with her own strength.

Ximen Yan's face turned cold, and he drew a sharp blade, advancing to chop off Yang Dingtian's hand.

"Ridiculous! Haven't you stopped yet?" Suddenly, a voice filled with authority and anger came from a distance, that of a middle-aged man. Despite the distance, it seemed to be right next to his ear, shaking his heart and lungs, making Ximen Yan dare not move.

"The City Lord has arrived!"

Everyone dismounted and knelt on the snow.

At the same time, the sound of hooves approached, and a formidable aura rushed over!

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Yang Dingtian felt as if he were Sun Wukong in Laozi's furnace, being burned by fierce flames at all times, feeling unbearable pain even in his unconscious state.

This pain was different from the pain of washing the marrow and refining the veins. This pain was purely violent, trying to tear his body apart and kill him directly. Therefore, even in his unconscious state, Yang Dingtian still suffered immensely.

Until a pair of soft hands pressed on his chest, and a cool breath suppressed the surging heat in his body. Then, it was as if cold liquid was poured into his mouth, and his entire body felt like parched land receiving a refreshing rain after years of drought.

Even in his unconscious state, countless thoughts surged in his mind, making his spirit restless.

"My flame pendant, I won't sell it. Give me back the pendant..."

Yang Dingtian shouted in anger, then suddenly sat up, regaining consciousness.

At this moment, he was no longer on the snow but in a luxurious and warm room, lying on a fragrant, soft bed. A refined and handsome middle-aged man stood by the bed, wearing a plain robe, his eyes gentle, his face like a jade crown, and the only sign of his wealth was the jade crown in his hair.

"You have finally woken up," the middle-aged man said gently.

Yang Dingtian touched his chest and found the flame pendant was gone. He immediately shouted in Maori, but he didn't know how to say "give me back the flame pendant" in Maori, so he only shouted "give me back."

"What? Did my daughter take something from you?" the middle-aged man asked, using the common language of this world.

Yang Dingtian was startled. The young girl with the childlike face and large (breasts) was this man's daughter, and it was impossible for him not to know that she had taken his flame pendant. The girl's insistence on buying the flame pendant could be seen as a whim, but this middle-aged man's pretense of ignorance was suspicious.

"Could he recognize the flame pendant? Impossible! Master said only his wife and sister-in-law would recognize it," Yang Dingtian thought, but he still pretended not to understand the man's words and shouted in Maori, "Give me back my things."

"Little brother, you don't need to pretend to be a Maori savage. I am very proficient in Maori, and you are not speaking it properly," the middle-aged man said with a gentle smile, despite exposing Yang Dingtian, still giving a warm feeling.

Yang Dingtian's face changed slightly, and after a moment's hesitation, he used the language of this world and said, "Your daughter took my flame pendant. Please give it back to me. Although it's not valuable, it is very important to me and has great sentimental value."

"I have already confined my daughter. I don't know what happened between you two. I want to hear your side of the story after you wake up. I won't listen to one-sided accounts from my daughter and those warriors," the middle-aged man said. "If she really took your things, I will definitely return them to you."

Despite his continued vigilance, Yang Dingtian's expression softened, and he said, "Thank you, senior!"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and then gestured, "Bring the young lady in."

"Yes, master," someone outside responded.

About ten minutes later, the door opened, and a fragrant breeze entered. The girl walked in, and it was as if a flame had lit up the entire room.

The girl's face was somewhat haggard but still full of stubbornness. Seeing Yang Dingtian awake, her face relaxed slightly, but then it was filled with coldness.

The middle-aged man's face turned stern, and he stared at his daughter, slowly asking, "Speak. Now you can tell me what happened."

Then, he turned to Yang Dingtian and smiled gently, "Little brother, if she says anything that is not true, you can point it out. I will not favor my daughter."

"Father, he is a Maori savage and doesn't understand our language," the girl said.

"You don't need to worry about that. Just tell me what happened," the middle-aged man said sternly, making the girl shiver, showing her fear of her father.

"At the time, we were on our way when this savage suddenly blocked our path. I heard Brother Yan and the others say he was a Maori savage. I thought the Maori had been extinct for several years, so I was curious and came out to look. I found nothing interesting, so I asked Brother Yan to drive him away and return to the carriage. But then I saw the flame pendant hanging on his chest."

"Father, you know..." the girl continued.

"Call me Father," the middle-aged man said coldly.

"Yes, Father!" The girl's beautiful eyes filled with委屈, and she continued, "Father, you know I was born with the Fiery Flame Pulse, so I have always been like fire. That's why you named me Ximen Yan. I thought the flame pendant on his chest would suit me, and I really liked it. So I offered him a hundred gold coins and a hundred pounds of meat to buy it."

"I gave him the gold coins and meat and was about to take the flame pendant, but this savage grabbed my hand and struck me, hitting my chest. No part of my body has ever been touched by a man, and even my undergarments were made by Sister Ningning. Let alone a savage, I was so upset that I shot my fire crossbow arrow and struck him with a palm. Brother Yan, in a hurry, also lashed out with his whip. Then this savage spat blood and fell to the ground. I thought he was dead..."

After listening to the girl's account, the middle-aged man asked Yang Dingtian, "Is that what happened? Is it as she said?"

Yang Dingtian nodded and said, "Yes, but Miss Ximen didn't ask if I was willing to sell it."

"You're not a Maori savage?" Ximen Yan's beautiful eyes widened. "Your flame pendant isn't valuable. I offered a hundred gold coins, who wouldn't sell it? Besides, why did you grab my hand?"

"Ridiculous!" the middle-aged man shouted angrily.

Suddenly, the entire room shook, and the candle flames flickered, shrinking several times.

"The bracelet on your wrist isn't valuable either. If someone offered a thousand gold coins to buy it, would you sell it?" the middle-aged man said coldly.

"Of course not. Mother gave it to me, and I wouldn't sell it for any amount of money," Ximen Yan said.

"Then why do you think this young brother would be willing to sell his flame pendant?" the middle-aged man shouted angrily. "What right do you have to force someone to sell their belongings? Just because you are the daughter of the City Lord of Cloud Peak City?"

"Moreover, just because someone grabbed your hand and accidentally touched your body, you want to take their life? Who gave you the right to treat human life so lightly?"

"You have disappointed me. It's all because I spoiled you too much, making you so arrogant and tyrannical. A girl being capricious might be cute, but being cruel is an unforgivable sin!"

"Kneel down!" the middle-aged man shouted angrily.

Ximen Yan was startled and stood there in shock.

"Didn't you hear me? Kneel down and apologize to this young brother!" the middle-aged man shouted angrily.

Ximen Yan finally heard her father clearly and said in disbelief, "Father, I am your daughter."

"Kneel down! Do I need to say it a third time?" the middle-aged man said coldly.