While Song Wanníng was observing the Langya Gang, the gang members had already noticed her. She sat there like a descending goddess, making everyone around seem dull in comparison.
The group seemed to see nothing but Song Wanníng.
The leader strode forward boldly, roughly pushing aside the bead curtain at the door. With a confident slide step, he sat down directly across from Song Wanníng.
"Beautiful lady, are you here alone? How about Brother keeps you company over some drinks?" The moment he opened his mouth, his tone was full of lechery. What had been a decent face immediately twisted into something ugly and repulsive, enough to ruin anyone's appetite.
Song Wanníng's gaze darkened, staring at him with an expressionless face.
The rest of the Langya Gang followed him in, their eyes sharp and fierce as they fixed on Song Wanníng. It was as if the slightest sign of disrespect toward the man would ignite a knife fight.
"Don't get excited. Don't scare the beauty," the man warned with a glare toward his fellows. His tone was not angry but more like he was showing off his status in front of Song Wanníng.
When Song Wanníng remained silent, his face lost some composure. He folded his fan and became much more serious.
"I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Wu Yaozu, younger brother of the Langya Gang leader. This time I came specially to invite that Ghost King Valley pill refiner to join Langya Gang. When I saw you today, I knew you were just the one I was looking for. As long as you come with me, all your cultivation resources will be fully guaranteed by me."
Wu Yaozu patted his chest, a flash of pride in his eyes, then showed off some more.
"Just look at me, I've grown tired of pills already…"
The closer he got, the more stunning the beauty before him appeared. Wu Yaozu had never seen such a gorgeous woman and it made him itch all over. Bringing someone so beautiful back would be a feast for the eyes alone. If only… well, that would be even better.
Wu Yaozu's thoughts were clearly written on his face.
A cold light flashed in Song Wanníng's eyes. So this was the Langya Gang leader's brother. The man was lucky indeed.
But his name alone made her dislike him.
"Finished talking? If so, then leave."
When dealing with people like this, politeness was useless. They simply did not care about anyone else's wishes.
The moment the words left her mouth, Wu Yaozu's expression changed sharply. He sprang to his feet and stomped onto the stool with one foot.
"Do you know who you're talking to? Believe it or not, we could wipe you out right now. No one would dare stand up for you."
He glanced at the surrounding ghost cultivators. Everyone else was just watching for entertainment, no one willing to get involved.
The other Langya Gang members immediately took positions behind Wu Yaozu, their presence pressing hard toward Song Wanníng, intending to intimidate her. However, the two Divine Soul stage ghost cultivators turned red in the face, while Song Wanníng remained seated, perfectly still. She just lifted her eyes and gave them a cold glance.
They instantly froze in place. It was as if something terrifying had pinned them down, not daring to move an inch. Wu Yaozu felt a massive weight pressing down on him and immediately dropped to his knees with a loud thud.
The Langya Gang members behind him all turned pale, faces full of shock. The tense situation that had been on the verge of explosion suddenly reversed, and the onlookers were stunned.
"Pfft."
Someone couldn't help but laugh. Wu Yaozu's expression as he knelt was too ridiculous. One by one, others quietly chuckled as well, clapping inside.
These gangs had bullied others plenty. It was time they got put in their place.
At the same time, everyone grew curious about Song Wanníng. How could a ghost cultivator at the Out-of-Body stage suppress two Divine Soul stage cultivators?
Or was she hiding her true cultivation level?
Inside the inn, doubts began to stir.
Outside, Qingfeng Gang cultivators who were guarding quietly slipped back into hiding. They could not intervene openly and could only ensure Song Wanníng's safety without exposing her identity. Besides, this pill refiner's strength was exceptional. They did not need help.
Before Song Wanníng, Wu Yaozu hung his head low, sweat dripping down in large beads. His face had turned a deep purple-red. He was angry and terrified, wishing he could tear Song Wanníng to pieces.
"Not convinced yet?"
Song Wanníng sensed Wu Yaozu's hatred and sneered coldly. Her aura surged forward once more.
"Ah!"
Wu Yaozu felt as if his bones were being crushed. The next moment, he collapsed onto the ground and no matter how he struggled, he could not get up. He looked utterly defeated, like a beaten dog.
The two Divine Soul stage cultivators were frantic, but they were also frozen in place, forced to watch Wu Yaozu get ground into the dirt.
The inn fell completely silent, everyone watching Song Wanníng in horror. To act so arrogantly—could it be that her background was even stronger than the Langya Gang's?
Song Wanníng sat calmly, expression cold and merciless.
She just stared coldly at Wu Yaozu.
One breath… two breaths… three breaths…
"I was wrong, I was wrong. Please spare me! I won't dare anymore!"
Finally, Wu Yaozu could no longer hold out and began begging for mercy. He had realized this woman was not afraid of the Langya Gang behind him. People like her were not to be provoked. It was better to admit defeat quickly and avoid further humiliation.
"Miss… beauty, no… I mean ancestor, please show mercy and do not stoop to my level!"
Wu Yaozu was completely desperate, wishing he could disappear into the ground.
Hearing his plea, Song Wanníng's lips curved into a slight smile. But her pressure did not lessen. Instead, it doubled and pressed down on the group.
At that moment, everyone felt an overwhelming, unstoppable force crashing down.
The two Divine Soul stage cultivators broke out in cold sweat, their eyes only filled with terror toward Song Wanníng.
This was suppression at the Unity stage.
What cultivation level was she really at?
It was terrifying.
If Wu Yaozu had not surrendered, they might never have left the inn alive today.
"Pfft."
Wu Yaozu was the first to spit blood, his spirit wilting instantly. His previous faint hope was now replaced with pure fear. He grabbed the stool and rolled over to look up at Song Wanníng.
"Dàrén, I truly know my mistake. Please show mercy!
I… I can compensate you. Just please spare me…
Please!"
As he spoke, Wu Yaozu took out a bag of hell coins and placed it on the stool, eyes full of pleading. He was genuinely scared now. If he angered Song Wanníng, she might really kill him.