117: Chapter 117 You call this the Body Refinement Realm?

The entire Wangjiang Tower was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's minds went completely blank, shocked by the subversive scene before them.

"City Lord... The City Lord knelt?"

Pan Hong, who held absolute authority in Wangjiang City and controlled the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people, was kneeling right in front of a young man, kowtowing and begging for mercy?

Pan Long's eyes were practically popping out of his sockets.

His father was his greatest backing and the omnipotent god in his heart.

Yet now, his god had knelt.

The impact of this was ten thousand times greater than the shock of being beaten and forced to kneel himself.

At this moment, his worldview collapsed.

Zhao Ruoan looked down at Pan Hong, who was kneeling at his feet, with a blank expression on his face.

"Now you know you were wrong?"

"I know! I know! This Junior knows his mistake!"

Pan Hong kowtowed so hard it made loud thudding noises. "It was this Junior who was blind and failed to teach his son properly, offending Senior! I beg Senior to spare this Junior's dog life, considering how hard it is to cultivate!"

Right now, he was filled with deep regret.

Golden Core Old Ancestor!

How could such a legendary figure run to his remote little city and end up being provoked by him?

What difference did this make from seeking death?

Not to mention he was just a humble Qi Refining Cultivator; even if he were a Foundation Establishment Immortal Master, in front of a Golden Core Old Ancestor, he would be no different from an ant.

With a single thought, the other person could obliterate his Divine Soul.

"Hard to cultivate?"

Zhao Ruoan acted as if he had heard something funny. "I think you have been living quite comfortably as this City Lord. Your son openly robs innocent women in broad daylight, and you, as the father, want to kill without asking right from wrong. You father and son really are birds of a feather."

Pan Hong was so frightened that Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, kowtowing repeatedly: "Senior's lesson is right! It is this Junior's fault! It is all this Junior's fault! After returning, this Junior will definitely strictly discipline this unfilial son! Break his legs and confine him for ten years!"

"Dad! No!"

Hearing that his legs were going to be broken, Pan Long on the side screamed in fright.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Pan Hong turned around and kicked Pan Long fiercely in the face, sending him flying with a mouth full of blood. "If it were not for you beast, would I have brought such a monstrous disaster upon myself?!"

Right now, he wished he could strangle this son to death with his own hands.

Watching the father and son bite each other like dogs, Zhao Ruoan found it a bit uninteresting.

He thought for a moment, and a sudden idea crossed his mind.

The Art of Breath Concealment given by Revered Master not only could hide cultivation, but it also seemed capable of arbitrarily simulating the Aura of any Realm.

He had always completely suppressed his Aura, disguising himself as a Mortal.

Now, he decided to play something interesting.

The next moment, a weak but clear spiritual power fluctuation emanated from Zhao Ruoan.

Pan Hong was kowtowing when he suddenly sensed this Aura, unable to help but freeze.

He carefully raised his head and sensed it with his Divine Sense.

Body Refining Realm?

Level Three Body Refining?!

Pan Hong was completely dumbfounded.

He blinked hard and sensed it again.

That is right, it was indeed Level Three Body Refining!

That Aura was pitifully weak, even inferior to the worst guards under his command.

This... What is going on?

Could the world-destroying Aura from just now have been an illusion?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

The guards kneeling all over the ground and the fear deep within his own Soul were both real!

Then how could this Level Three Body Refining cultivation be explained?

Could it be... Could this Senior be a legendary mighty figure specializing in the Physical Body or Divine Soul, which is why his spiritual power cultivation is so low?

Or perhaps, Senior was deliberately teasing him?

Pan Hong's mind was in utter chaos, unable to figure it out at all.

Watching his ghost-seeing expression, Zhao Ruoan was blooming with joy inside.

Keep guessing; even if it kills you, you will never guess what Realm this young Revered Master is actually at.

He deliberately put on a stern face and sneered coldly: "What? Seeing my cultivation is low, do you think I cannot do it anymore?"

"Do not dare! Do not dare! This Junior would not dare for the world!"

Pan Hong was startled and buried his head back down.

Are you kidding me.

A person who could suppress a Level Nine Qi Refining Cultivator into kneeling with just his Aura—who cares what his surface cultivation is?

If he says he is in the Body Refining Realm, then he is in the Body Refining Realm!

If he says he is a Mortal, then he is an immortal who can crush him to death with a single finger!

"Senior's cultivation reaches the heavens and returns to simplicity; it is this Junior's poor eyesight that could not see through Senior's Realm. I deserve a thousand deaths!"

Pan Hong frantically sucked up.

Zhao Ruoan curled his lips.

This guy was still quite sharp.

"Alright, cut the crap."

He waved his hand impatiently. "Capital punishment can be avoided, but living sins cannot escape. Today's matter needs an explanation."

Hearing this, Pan Hong knew his life was saved, and he instantly breathed a huge sigh of relief.

As long as he could stay alive, everything else was easy to talk about.

"Senior, please speak! Tell me how to dispose of this! This Junior has no objections!"

Zhao Ruoan touched his chin and began settling accounts.

"First, these two maids of mine were terribly frightened by your trash of a son, suffering great mental trauma. Compensation is needed."

He pointed at Qiuyin and Xiamo.

The two little maids froze for a moment, then very cooperatively put on an expression of "I am so scared".

"Yes, yes, yes! It should be!"

Pan Hong nodded repeatedly. "This Junior is willing to offer one hundred thousand taels of silver as mental compensation for the two Fairies!"

One hundred thousand taels of silver?

Zhao Ruoan frowned.

"Are you dismissing a beggar?"

He said disdainfully. "Silver? You have the nerve to bring out that worldly junk? I want Spirit Stones."

"Spirit Stones?"

Pan Hong showed a difficult expression. "Senior, this... This Junior is merely a small city lord, and my net worth is indeed not rich. I cannot produce too many Spirit Stones all at once..."

"Cannot produce them?"

Zhao Ruoan narrowed his eyes. "I heard that your City Lord's Mansion manages the mining rights to the small Spirit Stone vein outside the city. Don't tell me you, a City Lord, are a pauper."

This was what he heard passersby chatting about while strolling through the city earlier.

Pan Hong's heart skipped a beat.

It was over; even this bottom line had been figured out by the other party.

Daring not to hide anything further, he clenched his teeth and said with a hurting heart: "This Junior is willing to offer one thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones as compensation for the two Fairies!"

One thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones was almost his income for more than half a year, which could be considered a massive hemorrhage.

"That is more like it."

Zhao Ruoan nodded, then pointed at the trembling father and daughter in the corner. "Second, the two of them are the victims of this matter. Your son wanted to forcefully seize an innocent woman and even beat up her father. How should we settle this account?"

Without thinking, Pan Hong immediately said: "This Junior is willing to offer another one thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones to compensate this young lady and her father! Furthermore, this Junior will personally visit to apologize, guaranteeing that we will never look for trouble with them in the future!"

"Just an apology and it is over?"

Zhao Ruoan sneered. "The things your son did, just like that?"

Pan Hong gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and roared at the guard captain nearby: "What are you still standing there for?! Break this unfilial son's legs for me! Drag him back!"

"Yes!"

As if granted amnesty, the guard captain quickly called two men to prop up the still-wailing Pan Long.

"Dad! Dad, I was wrong! I was really wrong! Do not break my legs!"

"Snap!"

The guard captain raised his club and brought it down. With a crisp sound of snapping bones, Pan Long's screams abruptly cut off as he passed out from the pain.

Watching this scene, Zhao Ruoan's eyes had zero fluctuations.

Pitiful people must have hateful aspects.

If they had not run into him today, the fate of that father and daughter would only be a hundred times more miserable than this.

"Third."

Zhao Ruoan raised his third finger. "Today, Wangjiang Tower was turned into a complete mess by you people, and business cannot even be run. You will cover all the losses here, as well as the meal expenses of all the guests today."

"No problem! No problem! This Junior will cover everything!"

Pan Hong agreed without thinking.

Compared to Spirit Stones, this little bit of money was merely a drop in the bucket.

"Alright, you can get lost."

Zhao Ruoan waved his hand, as if swatting away a fly. "Remember, within one hour, deliver two thousand Spirit Stones here. If even one is missing, I will personally go to your City Lord's Mansion to get them."

"Yes, yes, yes! This Junior will go handle it right away!"

As if granted amnesty, Pan Hong scrambled to his feet. He did not even care about the guards still kneeling on the ground or his own passed-out son, and dashed out of Wangjiang Tower like he was fleeing for his life.

He needed to deliver what this god of plague wanted at the fastest speed, and then pray that he would leave Wangjiang City quickly.