Yang Tian frowned, feeling a bit displeased.
These poor people, are they crazy for money? Just because they see soone coming down from the upper class district, they assu he’s rich?
But Yang Tian is just a poor guy too.
It’s his first day of work, and he won’t get paid until next month.
"I don’t have money..."
Yang Tian shrugged his shoulders.
"You don’t have money? How could you afford such a beautiful airship? How did you co down from the upper class district?"
The middle-aged man’s face turned furious, and he raised a handgun as big as a ping-pong paddle, firing a shot at Yang Tian.
Bam!
A loud bang sounded.
A beam of Divine Breath shot towards Yang Tian, moving at great speed.
In that instant, the Divine Breath within Yang Tian surged out, forming a Divine Breath Screen in front of him.
The beam of Divine Breath struck the screen and dissipated with a snap.
"He’s a cultivator!"
A crisp voice echoed from the crowd, and a young woman erged. She seed to be around twenty years old, evidently the middle-aged man’s daughter or sothing.
"A cultivator? Can you tell what type of cultivator he is?"
The middle-aged man looked cautious.
In the Divine Realm, every being has Divine Breath.
But becoming a Martial Artist depends on individual cultivation.
So of these slum residents are born here, while others have fled from the upper class district.
After all, they’re not Martial Artists, lacking in talent and comprehension. No matter how they cultivate, they can’t beco Martial Artists. Staying in the upper class district, they’re ridiculed and bullied, so eventually, they flee here.
Of course, there are also so Martial Artists in the slum.
The middle-aged man’s daughter, for example, is a Martial Artist.
She was born here, talented, and quickly broke through to the Breath Refining Realm. But she dearly loves her father, choosing to stay in the slum and help him establish a small faction called the Rose Gang.
Besides her, there are other Martial Artists in the slum.
For instance, those who committed cris in the upper class district and offended powerful families often escape here.
So elites also have businesses here, like gambling, drugs, and they usually send experts to ensure smooth operations.
But one thing is certain.
The identity of a Martial Artist is highly valued here.
A woman in the mid-Breath Refining Realm can form her own gang, let alone other Martial Artists.
But in the slum, due to low living standards and few profitable enterprises outside of gambling, drugs, and trafficking, most Martial Artists are unwilling to co here.
"I can’t discern his exact cultivation level. The confusing part is, he possesses strong Divine Breath, but he doesn’t seem to have broken through to the Breath Refining Realm."
The woman spoke with confusion.
"Oh?"
The middle-aged man, hearing this, raised his gun and fired several shots at Yang Tian.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Divine Breath beams shot at Yang Tian, but they were all blocked by the Divine Breath Screen in front of him.
"Dad, step aside, let handle him!"
The woman shouted, leaping from her motor vehicle, spinning mid-air, and delivered a heavy kick towards Yang Tian.
Bam!
Even with Divine Breath protection, Yang Tian was forced back over ten steps.
He shook his head.
Even though the Drunkard passed down the five hundred years of Nuwa Divine Technique to him, he had no idea how to use this Divine Breath. He was like an infant with the Nuwa Divine Technique but unable to wield it.
He couldn’t even perform basic Divine Techniques and Divine Martial Arts.
This is why the Drunkard asked him to return to the chamber the next day. Undoubtedly, the Drunkard planned to teach him so Divine Techniques and Divine Martial Arts.
"If I’ve offended you, please forgive . I’m just passing through!"
Yang Tian raised his voice.
At this mont, confronting them strongly would bring no benefit to Yang Tian.
He had no grievances with these people, would it be worth fighting?
They’re all just poor souls, what’s the point?
"If there’s nothing else, I’ll be on my way now."
Yang Tian didn’t care and tried to jump onto the airship to leave.
But that woman, riding her motor vehicle, emitted a powerful beam of light and quickly appeared in front of Yang Tian.
"If you dare to harm my daughter, we’ll kill you!"
The middle-aged man shouted aloud.
Yang Tian looked around and saw gang mbers raising their guns, pointing at him.
"I really don’t want any trouble, let go."
Yang Tian looked helplessly at the woman on the motor vehicle in front of him.
"You can go, but you have to leave the airship behind!"
The woman said coldly.
Yang Tian frowned.
This airship belongs to Yihua Palace; if he loses it, the first person to kill him would be Huang Sheng.
Maybe the whole of Yihua Palace would punish Yang Tian.
It seems there’s no peaceful resolution today.
However, he’s not afraid of these so-called Rose gang mbers. Although he can’t use Divine Techniques or Divine Martial Arts, he can concentrate Divine Breath on his fists.
As the most feared ruler in the Human Realm, he knows basic boxing.
A simple punch, concentrating Divine Breath, should allow him to escape here alive.
However, being an outsider, he truly doesn’t want to stir trouble and draw more attention before becoming powerful.
"Of course, you don’t have to hand over the airship. If you join and beco my subordinate, I’ll let you go."
The woman seed to notice Yang Tian’s predicant and quickly added.
"Oh? Beco your subordinate?"
Yang Tian thought for a mont, then jumped down from the airship.
"Yes, beco my subordinate!" The woman motioned with her hand, revealing a Jade Pendant, and threw it towards Yang Tian: "You just need to wear this Jade Pendant and you’ll be a mber of our Rose Gang!"
"Alright."
Yang Tian nodded.
He wanted to avoid causing trouble if possible.
He quickly placed the Jade Pendant around his neck.
"Alright, everyone put away your weapons!" The woman waved her hand and then approached Yang Tian, extending her hand: "My na is Li Min."
"I’m Yang Tian."
Yang Tian took the woman’s hand.
"You’re from the upper class district, but judging by your attire, you’re likely a lowly attendant. How about this—you join us here, you can be a little king, whereas in the upper class district, you’d only ever beco a supervisor after a lifeti of hard work."
Li Min quickly discerned Yang Tian’s truth.
"I’ll think about it tonight."
Yang Tian quietly decided that he would leave afterwards and never return.
"You can’t leave yet; we haven’t properly celebrated your joining!"
Li Min clapped her hands, instructing her subordinates to start preparing food, and then invited Yang Tian into a place called the Red Bee Building.
Just then, a harsh voice suddenly rang out: "Li Min, the three-day deadline has passed, and our boss orders you to leave the Red Bee Building imdiately!"
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