Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 594 604: No Prospect

According to the law, someone with a mental illness is not held legally responsible for their actions during an episode, of course, there still has to be corresponding legal compensation.

The reason is simple, when there's something abnormal with the mind, one isn't responsible for their own actions.

The Saintess looked at Ye Ling with fear in her heart, trembling with fear. She was scared, too. What if this guy wasn't sane and turned out to be a bloodthirsty Executioner? Then she'd have died in vain.

Ye Ling looked at the Saintess, let out a smile, and revealed his pearly white teeth, which startled the Saintess even more. My God, did you see that, did you see that? He smiled at me.

That's it, that's got to be a killer's smile; I bet his next sword strike will pierce through my chest, giving me a chilling thrill, soaring hearts and whatnot.

"Come on, kill me. I'm no match for you anyway, come on. But you'll bear the infamy of killing a powerless young woman," she said.

Ye Ling was stunned by the Saintess's demeanor. What's the meaning of this? Has this woman gone mad, or is this some unique greeting ritual of minority cultures?

"What do you mean, are you so eager to die?"

Ye Ling suddenly understood something, chuckled, and placed the Primal Sword Embryo right beneath the Saintess's neck. The cold blade forced her hairs to stand on end.

The Saintess's knees went weak, see, just see, I knew it, this bastard is a murderous dog, a big wolf dog that bites on sight, damn thing!

"Go ahead and kill me. I can't beat you in a fight anyway. But you, you don't need a reason to kill. The heavens will punish you."

"The only regret is, my master, I'm unfilial, I haven't made the eighteen tribes thrive. Master, I'll apologize to you when I reach the Yin Realm."

The Saintess, also known as the Holy Girl of the eighteen tribes, wore a look of misery. Ye Ling shook his head; she really was putting on quite the show.

"Alright, enough talk. If I was going to kill you, I would have done it a long time ago. Besides, am I really such a bloodthirsty person?"

Ye Ling hummed a smile, sheathed the Primal Sword Embryo, and the Saintess instantly took a deep breath, her chest heaving so dramatically, Ye Ling had to stare, imagining it to be at least E-cup.

Impressively big, and seemingly firm too, tsch tsch, the fiery charm of the ethnic minorities indeed seemed to be something special, a singular flavor that must be wonderful.

The Saintess, noticing Ye Ling's slightly invasive gaze, let out a cold snort, but her expression soon softened a bit. Regardless, the Ye Ling before her had, in effect, saved her life.

Whether it was intentional or just convenient, the outcome was undeniable.

"Thank you for saving my life and the lives of everyone in the eighteen tribes," she said.

As the Saintess bowed in gratitude to Ye Ling, his eyes bulged—oh my, a low-cut neckline, that rounded chest, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Slap, Ye Ling gave himself a slap on the face, scolding himself for behaving as if he had never seen a woman before, like some country bumpkin who had never been worldly.

Looking up, the Saintess of course did not notice Ye Ling's embarrassment. She smiled faintly, her slightly dusky skin giving her an even more exotic charm, making Ye Ling's heart flutter.

"What's wrong with you? Why do I see you hitting your own face?"

The Saintess asked Ye Ling, puzzled, wondering if the man had some strange fetish.

Ye Ling quickly gave an awkward smile, "Oh, you know, lots of mosquitoes in the mountains at night, just killing mosquitoes."

What the hell, has it been several days since I've done that 'thing'? Why am I feeling so uneasy? So pitiful.

"Oh, alright, since the old poisoner is dead, I should be heading back. Maybe we'll meet again if there's a chance."

Ye Ling quickly turned to leave, but Wuwa grabbed his hand directly, a trace of coolness traveling from Ye Ling's palm straight to his heart.

Ouch, it's freakin' refreshing, daringly chilly and yet there's a hint of delight.

"Hey, don't go, didn't the old poisoner say his master is the Poison Master? If the Poison Master really comes here, then all of us in the Eighteen Strongholds and the people of the whole Southern Border... we're done for."

Perhaps fearing Ye Ling didn't realize how powerful the Poison Master is, Wuwa hurriedly said, "That Poison Master, if he still exists, he'd be a thousand-year-old freak."

"His might is legendary throughout the history of the Southern Border, he is practically a god in the hearts of all Cultivators here."

Ye Ling furrowed his brow. Could it be, he's a terrifying powerhouse in the Divine Infant Late Stage? But that doesn't make sense, logically speaking.

Cultivators in the Divine Infant Middle Stage, let alone the Divine Infant Late Stage, are normally recruited by Xuantian Palace. Such people rarely wander the world alone.

"No worries, if he comes, just send me a message, and I'll rush over as fast as I can."

Ye Ling still left those words behind. He didn't think the Poison Master couldn't find him because after all, he killed the old poison master, and by fate, he's tied to this cause and effect. If it really is a terrifying powerhouse in the Divine Infant Late Stage, surely he would follow the trail of karma to find him.

Wuwa nodded, feeling quite helpless. She actually wished Ye Ling would stay because if the Poison Master came, it would be the Southern Border suffering the disaster, with herself at the forefront.

But this hardly had much to do with him, so Wuwa felt a bit embarrassed to say anything more excessive.

Ye Ling nodded, but just as he was about to leave, suddenly, a bone-chilling gust of wind swept through midair, making even Ye Ling shiver.

"This isn't right! It's a Divine Infant Late Stage powerhouse, damn it, my luck is really something."

Ye Ling growled through gritted teeth. It's not that he was necessarily afraid of a Divine Infant Late Stage powerhouse, but how many of them are there on Earth, including in Xuantian Palace and Divines Hall?

Such people dominate the heavens and earth, carefree and invincible, almost god-like beings, exalted above all.

Then, in midair, a figure in a dark robe appeared like thunder, swiftly making its way to the mountaintop above Bai Stronghold in the blink of an eye.

The man in the dark robe had an aged face full of wrinkles, but it looked like a blessing, as on a hot summer day, with flies and mosquitoes landing on his face, it would save him the trouble—just a hehe and a smile would squeeze them to death.

"Was it you who killed my precious disciple?"

The man in the dark robe was indeed the Poison Master, who had rushed over like a madman after receiving his disciple's call for help.

He had only this one disciple, almost like a son to him, cherished beyond measure, yet now, killed by someone.

Seeing the Poison Master, Ye Ling laughed to himself—the hell, it seems even young master can make a wrong judgement.

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This damn guy is a fake army, not a Divine Infant Late Stage powerhouse, but a peak Divine Infant Middle Stage.

A whisker's breadth away is a world of difference.

Don't think that Ye Ling could easily slay a Divine Infant Early Stage, but facing a Divine Infant Late Stage, he would have to turn tail and run, without a sliver of hope for victory, at most he would just not die.