Ye Yiming carried over 300 points of medicinal herbs for cultivation, but his mind had already flown away. Right now, he just wanted to hurry back to the Duke's mansion and figure out how to absorb the cultivation points from the herbs. With this determination, Ye Yiming quickened his pace.

"Ha, isn't this our Young Master Ye? How come you have time to stroll around today?" Just as Ye Yiming had left "Ye's Medicine Shop" not long ago, a voic

Ye Yiming, lost in thoughts about absorbing cultivation points from the herbs, didn't pay attention to the person ahead, nor did he hear what was said. He instinctively continued walking towards the Duke's mansion.

"Oh, Young Master Ye is now too arrogant to talk to us?" Seeing Ye Yiming's lack of response, another mocking voice came from the front.

This time, Ye Yiming finally snapped out of his thoughts. Looking up, he saw three well-dressed young men with fancy attire and a group of guards about five or six met

Ye Yiming squinted and couldn't help but feel speechless.

No wonder they dared to block his path—it turned out to be two of the "Four Young Masters of the Capital"!

Despite the intimidation factor of the Four Young Masters of the Capital, they were essentially just privileged sons from prominent families. The leader was naturally Ye Yiming from the Ye family, followed by Wu Yaolin from the Wu family, He Decai from the He family, and Wang Weilong from the Wang family.

Now standing before Ye Yiming were Wu Yaolin and He Decai.

Wu Yaolin was the third grandson of the current Prime Minister, Wu Hui; while He Decai was the second son of the wealthiest man in the Tianyang Kingdom, the head of the He family. As for the third person, although not part of the Four Young Masters of the Capital, mixing with Wu Yaolin and He Decai indicated his status wasn't low. Ye Yiming vaguely remembered him as Li Feng, the son of a general in the current dynasty.

Although all members of the Four Young Masters of the Capital were playboys, due to disagreements among their elders, they divided into two factions. Wu Yaolin and He Decai belonged to one faction, while Ye Yiming and Wang Weilong, who were cousins, naturally belonged to the other. Members of these factions often clashed.

Coincidentally, a few days ago, Ye Yiming had gotten into a bit of trouble, which naturally became fodder for mockery by Wu Yaolin and the others. Now that they met Ye Yiming again, they seized the opportunity to taunt him even more.

If it were the old Ye Yiming, he would have been ashamed and embarrassed by now. After all, being able to pursue women to such an extent was truly rare—no, it should be said, unparalleled in the world!

However, the current Ye Yiming was not the same as before. Coming from Earth, Ye Yiming deeply understood a saying:

"If you fall behind, you get beaten!"

"Young Master Ye, why aren't you talking? Could it be you haven't caught your breath yet?" Seeing Ye Yiming's silence, Wu Yaolin became even more audacious, laughing loudly. He was joined by He Decai and Li Feng, who also laughed along.

Sometimes, the more you retreat, the more arrogant and domineering the other party becomes! To avoid such a situation, the only solution was to be even more audacious and assertive than the other party!

Only by being more audacious and assertive, by completely overwhelming the other party with absolute momentum, could you make them retreat, admit defeat, and thereby intimidate them.

Glancing again at the laughing trio, Ye Yiming's lips curled slightly upwards. He turned to the man behind him and said, "Uncle Seven, please quiet them down."

The "Uncle Seven" Ye Yiming referred to was a martial master at the Earth level. Uncle Seven was Ye Yiming's grandfather, Duke Wu from the Ye family, who had adopted an orphan during the chaotic times and nurtured him carefully. This loyalty naturally extended to the Ye family. Ye Yiming was the sole heir of the Ye family, and Uncle Seven naturally obeyed his commands.

After Ye Yiming spoke, Uncle Seven stepped forward. Without any visible action, he simply released the aura of an Earth level master, forcefully pressing down on Wu Yaolin and the others.

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Heaven have mercy, these Four Young Masters of the Capital were just playboys! Wu Yaolin, the most powerful among them, was at best an advanced warrior. Uncle Seven, on the other hand, was an Earth level master! The aura of an Earth level master was not something an advanced warrior could withstand.

Therefore...

Crack! Crack! Crack!

After a few sounds of falling to the ground, Wu Yaolin and his companions were all crushed to the ground by the aura of Uncle Seven, including their guards.

Suddenly, in the middle of a busy street, a group of people collapsed to the ground. This scene was naturally spectacular and drew a lot of attention. Soon, the street was filled with onlookers.

From Ye Yiming's perspective, it seemed as if a large crowd ahead was bowing to him in reverence. This sight made Ye Yiming secretly delighted.

Ha, I wonder if even the current emperor has ever enjoyed such treatment?

"Ye Yiming!" Just as Ye Yiming was gleefully amused, a frantic roar suddenly reached his ears.

Ye Yiming turned to see Wu Yaolin glaring at him with bloodshot eyes, filled with hatred.

Ye Yiming chuckled and walked up to Wu Yaolin. He squatted down, patted Wu Yaolin's flushed face, and said with a smile, "Hey, Third Young Master Wu, what's the matter with you?"

There was an unstoppable fury in Wu Yaolin's eyes. He shouted at Ye Yiming, "Ye Yiming, don't be so arrogant! I am the grandson of the current Prime Minister, bestowed by the current emperor..."

But before Wu Yaolin could finish, Ye Yiming interrupted him.

"Enough, enough." Ye Yiming waved his hand impatiently. "I don't care who you are. In any case, to someone like me, who is the rightful heir of a duke, all these insignificant characters are not worth knowing."

Little brat! Dare to play with Young Master Ye? Hmph, you don't even know how many hairs you have!

"You, you, you..." Ye Yiming's words turned Wu Yaolin's handsome face from pink to purple in an instant. His fingers trembled as he pointed at Ye Yiming. He was so agitated that he couldn't speak properly and just stammered.

This scene immediately silenced He Decai and Li Feng, who had been about to speak.

There was no way around it. After all, Ye Yiming's status was slightly superior to theirs!

Seeing this, Ye Yiming couldn't help but take pleasure in it. "Tsk tsk, I didn't expect Third Young Master Wu to have such a talent for changing faces. This performance is priceless!"

As Ye Yiming said this, he clasped his hands together and stroked his chin with his right hand.

Crack!

After a few strokes of his chin, Ye Yiming suddenly slapped his hands together and exclaimed, "I got it!"

Even those lying on the ground, including Wu Yaolin, were startled by Ye Yiming's sudden excitement and looked up at him.

Ye Yiming looked at Wu Yaolin on the ground, as if suddenly enlightened. He said very seriously, "Third Young Master Wu, I now understand why your name is Wu Yaolin! Wu Yaolin—'Wu' as in 'no', and 'Yaolin'—'no shame'! It seems our Prime Minister really has foresight!"

Ye Yiming's words made Wu Yaolin's eyes widen. His face turned from purple to blue, then quickly to black, like a dark cloud overshadowing his face. His temples bulged with veins, filled with nowhere to vent his anger, causing his cheeks to tremble slightly.

"Ye Yiming, I can't stand you! Hmph!" In his extreme anger, Wu Yaolin shouted loudly, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then fainted from rage.

"Eh, why did he faint?" Ye Yiming saw Wu Yaolin pass out and stepped forward to pat his cheek, but Wu Yaolin didn't move.

Looks like he really fainted! This left Ye Yiming feeling somewhat speechless.

Slap slap Ye Yiming slapped Wu Yaolin's cheek a few times, feeling a bit regretful. "Ai, why is your mental toughness so poor? I haven't even started yet, and you're already fainting? Isn't this too disappointing?"

Ye Yiming's words made He Decai and Li Feng beside him even more frightened, immediately burying their heads and silently praying: Don't see me! Don't see me!

Seeing Wu Yaolin completely unconscious and He Decai and Li Feng's pitiful appearance, Ye Yiming felt a wave of relief.

I told you not to compete with Young Master Ye. See? Young Master Ye will play you to death.

Haha! This arrogant appearance, it feels great!

Hmm, this is good! I like it!

Ye Yiming stood up, straightened his clothes, glanced at the people lying on the ground in front of him, and then continued walking forward.

Just kidding! Young Master Ye doesn't have much time to waste with the remaining people.

Letting out a sigh of relief, feeling relieved, this should be enough. Now he must hurry back and research how to absorb the cultivation points. He didn't have

After venting his frustration, feeling relieved, that was enough. Now he had to hurry back and focus on studying how to absorb the cultivation points from the medicinal herbs. He couldn't afford to delay any longer here.

With these thoughts in mind, Ye Yiming felt excited, and his pace quickened. It wasn't until Ye Yiming and the others had walked several meters away that Ye Qi's imposing aura finally dissipated. Immediately, everyone rushed to help Wu Yaolin up in a flurry of activity.

Seeing Wu Yaolin's pale face with traces of blood at the corners of his mouth, He Decai and Li Feng exchanged glances, speechless for a long time!

After a moment of stunned silence, He Decai and Li Feng quickly came to their senses. They hurriedly led their own guards away in embarrassment. Although Beijing was large, news about the four young masters of Beijing still attracted considerable attention.

In less than an hour, the entire capital knew that Wu Yaolin, the grandson of Prime Minister Wu, had been so angered by Ye Yiming of the Ye family that he had spat blood and passed out.

Ye Yiming himself wouldn't know, and even if he did, he likely wouldn't have taken it seriously. After all, the identity of his grandfather, Duke Wu, was well known, so who would dare to say otherwise?

However, Ye Yiming was equally unaware that a storm was brewing and about to descend upon him.