Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil

Actually, she had been waiting on this street for two hours, passing by several men, yet she didn’t dare to come out. She didn’t know why, although she couldn’t clearly see the man’s face, the girl felt a special kind of feeling in her heart and suddenly ran out.

If this man refused, she didn’t know if she would have the courage to seek out the next one...

"I’m begging you, I’m actually quite pretty. They all say so, I’m not bragging, I..." the girl hurriedly said.

Ye Qingfeng found it amusing; who praises their own beauty like this? This girl seemed a bit like the proverbial woman selling her own items with self-acclaimed virtue.

Looking at her shy demeanor, one could see her innocence.

"Alright, deal, just twenty thousand." Ye Qingfeng directly said.

Huh, agreed? The girl was startled for a moment, not expecting the man to agree so readily. This was two ten thousand yuan; she wasn’t holding out much hope in her heart.

"But I don’t have the money with me, come with me to get it." Ye Qingfeng said again.

Get money?

The girl hesitated immediately. She was an ordinary girl, quite familiar with this street, and in the night, the other party couldn’t clearly see her appearance.

If this man had any bad intentions, luring her somewhere else, as a girl, she would have no way to resist.

After a slight pause, the girl bit her lip and said, "Okay!"

She really needed that twenty thousand yuan, so she decided to take a gamble, especially since this man had a certain aura that made her feel somewhat assured.

"Alright, follow me." Ye Qingfeng led the way.

The girl followed Ye Qingfeng, initially feeling nervous, but when Ye Qingfeng reached a well-lit area with other people around, she felt much more at ease.

At this moment, the girl took a closer look at Ye Qingfeng from behind. The man was tall and slender, judging from his silhouette, he seemed to be a young man. Earlier on the street, she couldn’t see Ye Qingfeng’s face.

Ye Qingfeng walked into a construction bank and directly withdrew fifty thousand yuan from an ATM.

Fifty thousand yuan formed a thick stack, and Ye Qingfeng casually placed it in the girl’s arms. For him, twenty thousand or fifty thousand didn’t make a difference... even a hundred thousand was the same.

The girl was stunned, clearly this was more than fifty thousand yuan. Was he trying to keep her as a mistress? But she really just needed the twenty thousand yuan and wasn’t trying to get into this kind of transaction.

"You’re giving too much," the girl quickly said.

"It’s all yours," Ye Qingfeng said indifferently, then without hesitation, turned and walked away.

The girl was momentarily stunned, finally examining Ye Qingfeng. This man was unexpectedly a handsome youth.

Selling herself to such a clean-looking young man didn’t feel so bad; it was certainly preferable to being taken by a sleazy old man.

"Okay, thank you. You’re a good man. We can do this a few more times, and I’ll repay you well."

The girl didn’t reject the offer coyly. Having more money would be better for her father’s illness.

"Don’t misunderstand. This really is my first time. I’m not in this kind of business, it’s just that my father is seriously ill, and my family really can’t come up with the money, so I had to..."

"I’m not interested in your story, just take the money and leave." Ye Qingfeng finished speaking, immediately turned away without any hesitation.

The girl was really dumbfounded this time. How could he just leave? She hurriedly caught up, shouting, "Why are you leaving? We weren’t..."

"I don’t need it. Leave quickly before I change my mind." Ye Qingfeng said calmly.

Ye Qingfeng realized he had become somewhat kind; he would never have intervened in such matters before.

While it was touching that the girl was selling herself to save her father, Ye Qingfeng’s hard heart would normally remain uninvolved.

"Thank you, you’re a good man."

Just then, the girl stood on tiptoe and gently kissed Ye Qingfeng on the cheek.

A glance revealed that there was a glimmer of tears in the girl’s eyes.

A good man?

"I’m not." Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly, didn’t linger, and turned to leave.

If it were before, Ye Qingfeng definitely wouldn’t have gotten involved; it wasn’t about the money, he was just such a distant man.

He indeed had changed somewhat.

The girl quietly watched Ye Qingfeng leave abruptly. Watching the man’s silhouette, she felt it was too peculiar; the way this man talked and acted was truly strange.

What an unusual man.

The girl didn’t linger either; she needed to hurry back with the money. Her father’s medical expenses were finally taken care of.

The girl started running back. Suddenly, she collided with someone after a few steps.

It was that man from before. The girl was taken aback; hadn’t he left in another direction? How could he be here?

Did he regret it?

"Take this," Ye Qingfeng handed her a bottle of Elixir, "If your father’s illness cannot be cured, use this Elixir for him to consume."

East River City.

The large stadium was filled with many spectators. Today was the last day of Korea’s challenge; if no one stepped up, Korea would emerge victorious.

From the start to now, Korea merely sent a young man, yet he swept through the entire Martial Arts Association.

Indeed, Korea adopted a taste of their own medicine, sending one person to challenge ten from the Martial Arts Association at once.

This could be considered a tremendous provocation and insult, yet the most humiliating part was that the people from the Martial Arts Association lost.

Lost!

If no one could defeat this young Korean today, it would undoubtedly be a tremendous shame for Huaxia, and the argument that Huaxia’s traditional martial arts were mere showpieces would become more powerful.

Knowing Korea’s nature, this matter would be widely publicized, making it incredibly shameful.

The most infuriating aspect was that this young Korean was rather appealing, clean-faced and handsome, with bangs adding a bit of soft allure to his looks.

Thus, this Korean challenger even gained a group of female fans in Huaxia, chanting that martial arts transcend national boundaries and defending their interest in a stronger opponent despite being outdone.

This statement made many feel deeply humiliated, yet they had no argument. This Korean pretty boy was truly skilled, leaving them gritting their teeth in frustration but helpless against him.

Every day, these female fans would show up at the stadium to cheer for the Korean pretty boy, shout, and even ask for autographs.

The Korean pretty boy was remarkably cold and aloof, completely ignoring these female fans, while they didn’t mind; instead, they found him more attractive, passionately choosing to support him.