The Female Cultivator In The World Of Men

"Young Master, you can not come here." Two guards who were standing guard in front of  a big door shouted politely at a chubby and healthy young man who was snorting like a pig as he tried to storm inside the room.

"You lowly guards, let me go." Le Lao Ling shouted at the guards who were holding him. He was just a meter away from the door that could help him release all of his frustration.

Right behind those door was a man who had ruined all of his plan.

"Young master, please do not make a scene here." One of the guards who was holding his hand down requested him sincerely.

He had a tanned skin with a big build. His physical prowess alone could subdue a magical beast of middle tier strength. On his neck was a black metal choker which deeply contrasted with his honey colored skin.

Le Lao Ling tried to break free from the grasp of the man but in the face of such great strength, Le Lao Ling was like a wriggling fish without water.

'Ugh…It's him again.' The other man scrunched his nose at the presence of Le Lao Ling. He secretly gave a thumbs up to the firt guard for holding him down like that.

"Let me go, I need to go and talk with my old man." He grunted and huffed as the struggle against the goad who were trained to do physical combat was futile.

"I am sorry but you are not allowed to do that." He answered him with a neutral look on his face. But his action spoke otherwise. He tightened the hold on the arm of the young man as he continued strangling him like a chicken.

"You.." With his face buried in the ground, Lao Ling tried to scold him but only muffled groan escaped from his blocked mouth.

"Pfft.." The other man could not help but laugh at the current appearance of the spoilt young master of the family.

"You are just a lowly slave." Lao Ling looked at him from the ground and threw spit at his face.

Splat!!

With a blunt  blob sound, the thick spit fell right on tpp of his own face.

Le Lao Ling: "….."

The two guards who were subduing him could not take it anymore. They wanted to laugh out loud but they were afraid of disturbing their master who was currently cultivating in seclusion.

"Young master, you should at the very least know that when you spit looking above, it will fall on you." The guard who was leaning on the wall all this time sighed a little at his stupidity.

"….."

"I, I know it..I.." Le lao Ling felt humiliated when he ha dot suffer through such a shameful situation. He was now shaking in both humiliation and anger but given the strength of the guard that was pining him on the floor, he could do nothing about it.

"Young master, promise us that you will go from here." He spoke in a stern tone that was saying he was not going to take a no for an answer.

"Or are you going to do what you did just now?" He made a sarcastic joke as he pointed at the white spit that was still on his cheek. At this point, he was simply trolling the poor kid.

He was a servant under the head of the family so there was only one master he served. Le lao Ling was just a snotty brat in his eyes.

"Don't make fun of me." He shifted at them in anger. Each second his anger and killing intent was increasing exponentially.

Le Lao Ling knew that spitting while looking up will make it fall on his own face but …. but at the heat of moment he really forgot it.

'Tch, those gods in heaven can't even let us spit upward.' He gritted his teeth in anger.

Since the heavenly realm was up, people had beliefs that spitting upwards was made impossible by the gods there.

'Just wait till I become an immortal god,' he thought to himself.

'I am going to make everyone regret ever making fun of me.' He balled up his palm in to a tight fist.

But for that, he had planned to join the Eternal Blossom Sect to train hard…well not really. He just wanted to join it as it was one of the strongest sect in the entire continent. However, today instead of him, the head of the clan and the grandmaster Lan from the eternal blossom sect came and too away his good for nothing sister.

She suddenly popped out of nowhere and took away half of his authority as the young master of the family.

Although she was an illegitimate child, she was still given the title of the young miss of the family since she carried the blood of his father as well.

But for that reason he hated her. He hated how she was so dirty and ugly looking. He hated how dull  and silent she was.

And over all, he hated how she seemed to not have any talent for martial arts and qi manipulation.

She was even worse off than a mere mortal. Little did he know that his sister that he deemed a cripple had her power sealed off by none other than his own father?

His father, the head of the family, Le Zuan immediately locked himself inside his chamber after coming back to cultivate since  he lost quite a lot of his cultivation base while retrieving her.

His mother had finally gone to her own home to take a break from all the stress leaving him in charge of major household affairs.

Taking this chance he had tried to make the girl submit to him, scare him and if possible if she was to die, he could make excuses that it all was a big misfortunate mishap and his dear sister's body could not with stand the power.

Everything was perfect but it all got ruined. Not only she did not die, she came back alive and became talkative. There was now fire in her dead eyes, she talked back at him and most importantly she gave off much more pressure than before.

"Giving the useless girl so many privileges." He mumbled through his gritted teeth.

"I, for the heaven's sake, I need answers!" He screamed at the top of his lung.

No sooner had he finished shouting, the door of the room that they were in front of, flung open with a loud bang.

An immense amount of pressure engulfed all of them, making them fall down on their knees.