Ye Tianming looked at the woman's grateful expression and couldn't help but laugh.

He had seen many small scenes like this, so there was no need for such a grand thank you.

So, he extended his hand to stop the girl from bowing: "No need to thank me, it's just a small favor. In this world, someone has to stand up."

The woman was startled when she heard this, and a flash of surprise and admiration flashed across her eyes.

Her little face turned as red as a cherry in an instant.

Looking at Ye Tianming's face closely at this moment, she felt that the man in front of her was even more handsome.

He had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and fair skin. He was much more handsome than any male cultivator she had ever seen.

The fear and uneasiness just now were suddenly swept away, replaced by an inexplicable sense of peace.

She secretly looked at Ye Tianming and thought to herself: How come I haven't seen such a powerful person before?

Thinking of this, she mustered up the courage to ask, "Sir, may I ask which sect you are from? I will be able to repay your kindness in the future."

Ye Tianming smiled and said, "Sect? I don't belong to any sect. I just came from a small place and happened to come here to find someone."

"Ah?" The woman was a little surprised that a person who did not belong to any sect actually possessed such powerful combat power.

Moreover, he had just offended the Jinguan Palace in order to save himself.

For a moment, all kinds of emotions, including being moved and worried, surged in my heart.

Before, many cultivators passing by were unwilling to help, except Ye Tianming.

How can such a favor be repaid with just a flick of the wrist?

Thinking of this, she smiled sweetly, revealing two shallow dimples: "My benefactor, my name is Feng Qiuyan, and I am a disciple of the Hongyan Sect. If the people from the Jinguang Palace come to trouble you, you can come to me."

"Feng Qiuyan?" Ye Tianming was slightly stunned. This surname is really rare.

"What a good name, it suits your temperament very well." After a moment of surprise, he also praised sincerely.

Feng Qiuyan is indeed very beautiful, with a perfect figure, a delicate face like a doll, and perfect facial features created by Nuwa herself, making this name even more vivid and elegant.

No wonder those two scoundrels from the Jinguan Palace wanted to kidnap people in the street.

In front of any man, this woman is worth a few more glances.

Feng Qiuyan's cheeks turned even redder when she heard this, and she lowered her head a little embarrassedly: "Thank you for the compliment. Our sect is full of women, and they are all... pretty."

Ye Tianming suddenly realized, no wonder it was called the Beauty Sect.

He couldn't help but feel a little curious about this sect. What would a sect composed entirely of women be like?

"May I ask your name, benefactor?" The woman's voice interrupted Ye Tianming's reverie.

He answered truthfully, "Don't call me benefactor, call me Ye Tianming."

"Ye Tianming..." Feng Qiuyan muttered the name softly, "I'll remember it. If there's a chance in the future, Mr. Ye is welcome to visit our Hongyan Sect."

"Sure." Ye Tianming nodded with a smile.

Feng Qiuyan glanced at her phone and said, "Mr. Ye, I have something else to do, so I'll leave now. How about we add each other on WeChat, and I'll thank you later."

As she spoke, she held up the friend QR code on her phone in front of Ye Tianming.

Ye Tianming didn't expect that she would ask for his contact information. Now that the phone was in front of him, it was difficult for him to refuse. So he took out his phone without hesitation.

The two added each other as friends, and Feng Qiuyan waved at Ye Tianming and left.

Ye Tianming watched Feng Qiuyan leave with a smile on his face.

This girl is quite interesting. The Hongyan Sect sounds like a den of beauties. I really want to go and see it if I have the chance.

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a strong fluctuation of spiritual power coming from behind him.

"Boy, you are so brave, you dare to hurt my disciples of Jinguang Palace?!"

Ye Tianming looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the two scums from the Jinguan Palace who had just left had returned with another person.

The man stood in front of the two scums, his face serious and cold, his eyes staring at him like a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

Obviously, the deep voice that sounded like the energy sinking into the dantian just now came from his mouth.

Ye Tianming turned around and looked at them approaching with a half-smile: "Why? You want revenge?"

The middle-aged man in the lead was burly, and his custom-made high-end training suit was embroidered with lifelike golden dragons that seemed about to burst out of the clothes.

He has thick eyebrows, big eyes and a black mole on his chin, which makes him look even more majestic.

With every step he took, there seemed to be a flash of golden light under his feet, and a powerful spiritual pressure, with him as the center, surged towards Ye Tianming.

The man’s name was Jin Sheng, a junior elder of the Jinguan Palace, and he had reached the third level of Tianshu Realm.

In a large sect like the Jinguan Palace, although the status of low-level elders is not high, the third level of Tianshu Realm is also a top-notch master in the secular world.

Ordinary people, let alone fighting against him, this spiritual pressure alone is enough to terrify them and even make them collapse to the ground.

"It was you who injured my men?" Jin Sheng's voice was deep, his pair of black eyeballs rolled, staring at Ye Tianming like a hawk.

Ye Tianming had a sneer on his face: "It's me, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Jin Sheng seemed to have heard a big joke. He snorted coldly, and his words were chilling. "Since you admit it, then kneel down immediately and kowtow to them to apologize! Also, cut off one of your arms, and this matter will be over."

Upon hearing this, the two Jinguan Palace disciples behind him immediately broke into smug smiles on their faces.

They looked at Ye Tianming viciously, as if to provoke him, trying to see fear on his face.

They must let Ye Tianming know what it means to be an existence that cannot be provoked.

However, the expression of fear they had imagined did not appear.

There was still a faint smile on Ye Tianming's face, and that smile seemed full of sarcasm.

"Just you? Are you worthy of asking me to kneel down and apologize? You, the disciples of the Golden Light Palace, molested a decent woman in the street, you deserve to be beaten. You are so arrogant and domineering outside, does your sect leader know?"

As soon as these words were spoken, an invisible aura was instantly released from Ye Tianming, as if the Palace Master himself was present, bringing with him great pressure and judgment.

Where is the fear or remorse in that questioning tone?

They even sensed a hint of sarcasm and criticism in Ye Tianming's words.

This cold and majestic look made the two proud smiles disappear instantly, and the pain and fear of being easily beaten by Ye Tianming before surged into their hearts again.

The two of them unconsciously looked at the elder Jin Sheng in front of them.

Jin Sheng, who had originally come forward to speak out, also looked gloomy in an instant.

A hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Boy, you are looking for death!"