Chapter 492 - 499: Mental Suppression

As Song Wanning observed the Wolf Fang Gang, they also took notice of her.

She sat there like a celestial maiden who had descended to the mortal world, making everything around her seem dull in comparison.

It was as if the group of men could only see Song Wanning.

The man in the lead strode toward Song Wanning, roughly brushing aside the beaded curtain at the entrance. Then, with what he clearly thought was a suave slide, he came to a stop and sat down directly across from her.

"Pretty lady, all alone?"

"How about I keep you company for a drink?"

The man’s words dripped with frivolity the moment he opened his mouth.

His once-passable face instantly became repulsive, enough to ruin one’s appetite just by looking at it.

Song Wanning stared at him, her gaze heavy and her expression impassive.

The rest of the Wolf Fang Gang followed him inside, their eyes all fixed on Song Wanning with menacing glares.

It was as if they would draw their blades the second Song Wanning dared to show the man any disrespect.

"Calm down, all of you. Don’t go scaring the pretty lady."

Seeing this, the man shot the Ghost Cultivators a look. But his tone held no blame; instead, it seemed he was deliberately showing off his status in front of Song Wanning.

When Song Wanning still didn’t speak, the man’s composure began to crack. He snapped his folding fan shut, his expression turning much more serious.

"I haven’t had the chance to introduce myself. I am Wu Yaozu, the younger brother of the Wolf Fang Gang’s leader."

"I came here specifically to invite the Pill Master from Ghost King Valley to my Wolf Fang Gang. Seeing you today, miss, I find you very pleasing to the eye."

"As long as you’re willing to be with me, I’ll personally take care of all your future cultivation resources."

Wu Yaozu patted his chest, a flicker of smugness in his eyes, and added gloatingly:

"Just look at me! I’ve grown tired of eating Elixir Pills..."

The closer he got, the more stunningly beautiful the woman before him appeared.

Wu Yaozu had never seen such a gorgeous woman, and a powerful itch grew in his heart.

Bringing such a beauty back with him would be a feast for the eyes, even if all he did was look at her.

’If I could... that would be even better.’

Wu Yaozu was lost in his own thoughts, his every desire written plainly on his face.

A cold glint flashed in Song Wanning’s eyes. ’So, he’s the younger brother of the Wolf Fang Gang’s leader. He’s certainly been lucky so far.’

’But that name of his is quite grating to the ear.’

"Are you done? If you’re done, you can get lost."

With people like him, being polite or impolite made no difference.

They simply didn’t care about the wishes of others.

The moment her words fell, Wu Yaozu’s expression changed instantly. He shot to his feet with a WHOOSH and slammed one foot onto his stool.

"Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?"

"Believe it or not, we could destroy you right now, and no one would dare say a word in your defense!"

He glanced at the surrounding Ghost Cultivators. Everyone was just watching the show; no one was about to meddle in others’ business.

The other Ghost Cultivators from the Wolf Fang Gang immediately stood behind Wu Yaozu, unleashing their imposing auras toward Song Wanning in a fierce show of force.

However, even as the two Divine Separation Stage Ghost Cultivators’ faces turned red with effort, Song Wanning remained seated, perfectly still. She simply lifted her gaze and gave the two a cool glance, and they instantly froze.

It was as if they had been paralyzed by something terrifying, unable to move a muscle.

Wu Yaozu also felt a mountain-like pressure crash down on him, and with a THUD, he fell directly to his knees.

To say nothing of the Wolf Fang Gang members behind him, who all turned deathly pale with horrified expressions.

The dangerous, hair-trigger situation was instantly reversed, stunning the onlookers.

"PFFT—"

Someone couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter. The look on Wu Yaozu’s face as he knelt was simply too pathetic.

With one person leading, others began to snicker quietly, cheering inwardly.

These gangs often bullied others with their power; it was about time they got a taste of their own medicine.

But everyone couldn’t help but grow curious about Song Wanning. How could a mere Out-of-Body Stage Ghost Cultivator suppress two Divine Separation Stage Cultivators?

Or could it be... she had concealed her true Cultivation?

Inside the inn, doubt sprouted in everyone’s minds.

Meanwhile, the hidden Qingfeng Gang Cultivators outside the inn concealed themselves once more, not rushing in to interfere.

Their duty was to ensure Song Wanning’s safety without exposing her identity, so it wasn’t appropriate for them to step out now.

Besides, this Pill Master’s strength was extraordinary; she didn’t need their help at all.

Before Song Wanning, Wu Yaozu was crushed by the pressure, unable to lift his head. Large beads of sweat dripped down, and his face had turned the color of beet root.

He was both furious and terrified, wishing he could tear Song Wanning to shreds.

"What, still not convinced?"

Song Wanning sensed Wu Yaozu’s resentment and gave a cold smile, her aura surging forward once more.

"AHHH—"

Wu Yaozu felt as if his bones were about to be crushed. The next moment, he was slammed flat on the ground, unable to get up no matter how he struggled.

He looked as pathetic as a dog.

The two Divine Separation Cultivators were frantic, but they were also immobilized, forced to watch as Wu Yaozu was pinned to the ground and utterly humiliated.

The inn fell even quieter as everyone stared at Song Wanning, their expressions filled with horror.

’To be so brazen... could her background be even more powerful than the Wolf Fang Gang’s?’

At that moment, Song Wanning remained seated firmly on her stool, her expression aloof and merciless.

She just stared coldly at Wu Yaozu.

One breath... two breaths... three breaths...

"I was wrong! I was wrong! Please, let me go!"

"I’ll never do it again!!!"

Wu Yaozu finally couldn’t take it anymore and began to beg for mercy.

He had figured it out. This woman wasn’t afraid of the Wolf Fang Gang behind him in the slightest.

She was not someone he could afford to provoke. It was better to admit defeat quickly to avoid further humiliation.

"Miss... pretty lady... no, that’s not right... Ancestor, I beg you, be merciful! Don’t lower yourself to my level!"

Wu Yaozu had thrown all caution to the wind, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.

Hearing him beg, the corner of Song Wanning’s lip curled up.

But she didn’t withdraw her pressure. Instead, she doubled it, pressing down on the entire group.

In that instant, the group felt an utterly irresistible force wash over them.

The two Divine Separation Cultivators broke out in a cold sweat, their eyes filled with nothing but terror as they looked at Song Wanning.

’This is the pressure of the Body Integration Realm...!’

’What is her true Cultivation?!’

’This is too terrifying!’

’Thank goodness Wu Yaozu surrendered and admitted defeat. Otherwise, they might not have been able to walk out of this inn today.’

"SPURT—"

Wu Yaozu bore the brunt of it, directly spitting out a mouthful of blood as his spirit instantly wilted.

Any lingering hope he might have had was now replaced by pure terror.

He scrambled and crawled to grab the leg of her stool, lifting his head to look at Song Wanning.

"My lady, I truly know I was wrong! I beg you, please be merciful!!!!"

"I... I... I can compensate you! Just please, spare me..."

"I’m begging you!!!!"

As he spoke, Wu Yaozu took out a bag of Yin Coins and placed it on the stool, his eyes full of pleading.

He was truly afraid now. If he angered Song Wanning, she might actually kill him!