I'm invincible once I descend the mountain; the beautiful CEO is forcing me to get our marriage

Ye An did not pause in his steps.

He ignored the spectator looks from the couple next to him and walked straight toward the mountain gate.

The guard who had just made his move now looked disgusted, his impatience turning into disgust.

"Are you deaf? Get out of here!"

He cursed as he raised his hand, sending a whooshing sound, and slapped Ye An across the face.

He used seven-tenths of his strength in that slap, intending to make this ignorant young man end up like the middle-aged man from before, searching for his teeth on the ground.

Zhao Youpeng, standing some distance away, grinned from ear to ear, his eyes filled with schadenfreude.

"Handsome young man!" Liu Yifei instinctively closed her eyes, unable to bear seeing that handsome face swollen from the beating.

However, the expected slap did not occur.

The gatekeeper's hand froze in mid-air, less than an inch from Ye An's cheek.

It wasn't that he wanted to stop, but that he couldn't move anymore.

A hand, without him noticing, grabbed his wrist.

That hand looked fair and slender, but it was like an iron clamp, making him unable to move.

"You...you..." The gatekeeper's expression changed, and he was about to exert his strength to break free.

"My name is Ye An."

A calm voice rang out, not loud, but clearly heard by everyone present.

Ye An?

The gatekeeper paused for a moment, feeling that the name sounded somewhat familiar.

The expressions on the faces of his companions behind him froze instantly, all color draining from their faces.

One of the older martial artists suddenly collapsed to his knees with a thud, his body trembling like a leaf.

"Master Ye... Master Ye!"

That shout of "Master Ye" was like a thunderbolt, striking the top of the head of the gatekeeper who had made the move.

Ye An... Master Ye...

At the summit of Qixia Mountain, the Master Ye who beheaded Sect Leader Yun Jingxing with a single sword strike…?!

His mind went blank with a "buzz".

The hand that was gripping his wrist loosened its grip.

He felt no relief whatsoever; he felt as if all his strength had been drained away.

His knees could no longer support his weight, and he knelt down, his forehead hitting the cold stone slab hard.

"Master Ye, spare my life! This disciple was blind and failed to recognize your greatness! This disciple deserves to die!"

While kowtowing, he slapped himself hard with his other hand, turning his face red and swollen in just a few slaps.

In front of the mountain gate, the other martial artists guarding the gate also knelt down in unison, their heads bowed low, not daring to even breathe loudly.

This dramatic scene left Zhao Youpeng and Liu Yifei, who were standing not far away, completely dumbfounded.

Zhao Youpeng's mouth was agape, his gloating expression still frozen on his face, making him look both ridiculous and laughable.

The Medicine King Valley warrior who was just arrogant and knocked his glasses off with a slap is now... kneeling down?

He knelt down in front of the young man he thought was a pretty boy.

He even called himself a "disciple" and addressed him as "Master Ye"?

"Master Ye... Master Ye..."

Zhao Youpeng struggled to process this information, and a chilling guess surfaced in his mind.

Could it be... could it be that the rumor that spread like wildfire in the martial arts circles of Jiangnan Province some time ago, that the head of Medicine King Valley, Yun Jingxing, was killed in a duel at Qixia Mountain, and that the "Master Ye" who killed the Celestial Realm expert was this young man in front of us?

The moment the thought crossed Zhao Youpeng's mind, he shuddered, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to his head.

Holy crap...

He actually wanted to see people make a fool of themselves?

And they even maliciously hope that the other person will get beaten up?

He suddenly remembered the mocking look on his face when Liu Yifei invited Ye An into the car on the way.

An indescribable sense of regret welled up in my heart.

He thought he had defended his sovereignty as a man, but it turns out he missed out on a golden opportunity!

If he had known earlier... if he had been nicer and given him a ride, he might have been able to use that favor to get the divine medicine!

Liu Yifei stood there stunned, covering her mouth with her hand, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

Looking at that tall, upright figure being worshipped like a star, she felt her heart pounding.

So it turns out... he's not just good-looking.

The sheer power with which these fierce-looking martial artists knelt and begged for mercy stirred a deep tremor within her soul.

She couldn't help but squeeze her legs together, then stuck out her tongue and gently licked her dry lips.

A deep longing within...

……

Ye An ignored the people kneeling on the ground.

The reaction from the people of Medicine King Valley was exactly what he expected.

That's good, it saves him the trouble.

His goal was water-based alchemy, not to show off his power here.

He looked at the mountain road ahead, which wound its way into the depths of the forest.

A faint, peculiar scent lingered in the air.

It's miasma.

Moreover, there is more than one type; several of them, even if inhaled by a martial artist with internal energy, will cause them to lose their ability to move within a short period of time.

It seems that the natural barrier has played a crucial role in the fact that Medicine King Valley has been able to survive to this day.

Just then, a figure dressed in an elder's robe rushed out of the mountain gate in a panic.

It was Wu Yong.

Upon seeing Ye An, he first stiffened, then quickly stepped forward, stopped three steps away from Ye An, and bowed deeply.

"Wu Yong greets Master Ye." His voice carried an undisguised reverence.

"I want to see your water-based alchemy techniques," Ye An stated his purpose directly.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yong's body trembled again, but he nodded immediately without the slightest hesitation.

"Master Ye, please follow me."

He bowed deeply and led the way, his attitude extremely respectful.

Ye An followed, never once glancing at the kneeling people again.

Only after Ye An and Wu Yong's figures disappeared into the depths of the mountain gate did the gatekeepers dare to raise their heads tremblingly, their backs already soaked with cold sweat.

This was truly the closest I've ever come to death...

Wu Yong led Ye An along the stone path in Medicine King Valley.

Along the way, the disciples of Medicine King Valley they encountered all showed curiosity and surprise at Wu Yong's respectful attitude towards a young man, and whispered among themselves in the distance.

"Who's that person next to Uncle Wu? He looks so young, about our age."

"Are you stupid? Haven't you heard? That's Ye An, Master Ye!"

"Huh? He's the Master Ye who killed Sect Leader Yun? Really? So young?" A young disciple who had just entered the valley covered his mouth, his face full of disbelief. "I thought he was some kind of fierce demon with three heads and six arms, but... he's even better looking than a movie star."

"Who can argue with that? But then again, Sect Leader Yun is in seclusion most of the year. I've been in the valley for five years, and I've only seen him once from afar."

"To be honest, I would be more upset if you said Uncle Wu was in trouble than Headmaster Yun."

"Keep your voice down! But... what you said is true."

Ye An heard all these discussions clearly, but he didn't care.

His purpose for this trip was very simple: to improve his alchemy skills and prepare for refining Foundation Establishment Pills.

As for the sentiments within Medicine King Valley, that was none of his concern.

Led by Wu Yong, the two traversed most of the valley and arrived at a secluded courtyard surrounded by a babbling brook.

There was no plaque at the entrance of the courtyard, but the rich aroma of herbs and the distinctive moisture in the air already indicated its identity.

"Master Ye, this is the core of my Medicine King Valley's water-based alchemy lineage."

Wu Yong stopped and pointed to a peculiar building in the courtyard that looked like a giant distillation tower, and introduced it.

"When we refine elixirs, we don't use open flames for calcination. Instead, we focus on extraction, which has a high utilization rate and mild medicinal properties. Most of the medicinal liquids, when taken or injected, not only have a quick effect but also have virtually no side effects."

The only drawback is that it takes a long time, and it's difficult for a single alchemist to keep an eye on it from beginning to end and participate in the whole process.

This is the fundamental reason why Medicine King Valley's sales to the outside world are limited; there are very few people with alchemy talent to begin with.

Just then, a clear female voice rang out:

Who is it?