The appearance of the name "Liu Zhe" caused everyone present to change their expressions.
"Mind your own business, all of you, get lost," the woman said, hands on her hips, addressing them triumphantly.
"Who is Liu Zhe?" the girl in the dress asked, voicing Ye Bufan's own thought.
"Liu Zhe is the owner of our hotel," the hotel manager whispered to the girl in the dress, adding that he was also one of Yuncheng's Great Martial Saints.
"A Great Martial Saint is this arrogant?" Ye Bufan looked at her incredulously.
"Why can't a Great Martial Saint be arrogant? How many Great Martial Saints are there in our Jiuzhou land?" the woman said proudly.
"Then this Liu Zhe is truly blind," Ye Bufan remarked without politeness.
His words caused a stir. The waiter, a young man named Xiaohu, tugged at Ye Bufan's sleeve. "Brother, please don't cause trouble. Isn't this place chaotic enough already?"
"Oh! Kid, what kind of martial artist are you? You look down on Great Martial Saints? Believe me, I can make you have a hard time in Yuncheng!" The woman glared at Ye Bufan and threatened him directly.
Ye Bufan shrugged. "I just want to pursue fairness and justice. What, now we have no right to pursue justice in the face of a Great Martial Saint?"
"Call the police!" the woman in the dress said.
"No need to call. I'll pay," Xiaohu said through gritted teeth.
"You better think clearly. One hundred and thirty thousand is not a small sum," the woman said to Xiaohu.
Xiaohu's eyes were red. "Even if you call the police, it's useless. Her husband is a Great Martial Saint, and everyone has to give them face. My family is ordinary. I just wanted to work and help ease the burden at home, but I didn't expect this..."
As he spoke, a tear rolled down Xiaohu's cheek.
Ye Bufan sighed softly and then asked, "You just need to tell me, did you break this item?"
"No," Xiaohu looked at Ye Bufan with firm eyes.
Seeing this, Ye Bufan nodded. "Alright, I hope you don't disappoint me."
"Oh! Kid, it seems you're determined to meddle in this matter to the end, aren't you?" The woman crossed her arms, looking at Ye Bufan with disdain. "What? Are you going to help him seek justice, or help him pay? This one hundred and thirty thousand is not a small amount for you poor folk."
"One hundred and thirty thousand? I have it. But I won't pay it," Ye Bufan stated. "And Xiaohu doesn't have to pay either. I'm taking care of this."
"Kid, don't say I didn't warn you. This isn't something you can just get involved in if you want," the woman said sarcastically.
"Sir, this one hundred and thirty thousand is almost four years of my family's income without eating or drinking. I'm willing to borrow money from you. Let's just let this matter go?" Xiaohu said to Ye Bufan. The woman was not frightening, but the Great Martial Saint behind her was. That was a Great Martial Saint!
"Xiaohu, is it? This is a society ruled by law. As long as you haven't done anything wrong, someone will clear your name," the girl in the dress said.
"Tsk tsk tsk, two people who don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Either pay up quickly or get out," the woman said impatiently. "Security! Where is security? What are you all doing?"
At the woman's shouting, four security guards rushed in from outside, surrounding Ye Bufan and the girl in the dress.
"Throw them out!" the woman ordered. The four security guards immediately charged forward, attempting to grab Ye Bufan and the girl in the dress.
But in the next second, the four security guards were sent flying backward, leaving the woman dumbfounded.
"Useless, all of you are useless!" the woman yelled, pointing at the security guards on the floor. "All show and no substance."
After speaking, the woman looked up at Ye Bufan again and continued disdainfully, "I was wondering where you got your confidence from. So you're also a martial artist. As long as you're not a Martial God, in Yuncheng, you better be a coiled dragon and a crouching tiger. Otherwise, I'll have my husband make you regret it."
"Martial God?" The hotel manager frowned upon hearing the woman's words. He then took out his phone, perhaps to search for something or send a message.
"I didn't expect a hotel under the Tianxing Sect to be so terrible," Ye Bufan mused. A Foundation Establishment cultivator could be this lawless.
Ye Bufan pondered. According to the cultivation realm, a Foundation Establishment cultivator likely held quite important positions within the Tianxing Sect.
"Oh! Kid, I didn't realize you knew about the Tianxing Sect?" The woman looked at Ye Bufan. "It seems you're not an ordinary martial artist. Perhaps you're a disciple of some sect?"
Ye Bufan smiled slightly. "No sect, no school. A lone cultivator."
Meanwhile, the hotel manager's face grew increasingly grim. He wanted to step forward but dared not, only stomping his feet anxiously.
"Kid, you're good. Very good. If you have the guts, tell me your name. I'll make sure you can't leave Yuncheng." The woman threatened.
"My name is Ye Bufan. I don't change my name and I don't change my surname," Ye Bufan replied.
"Ye Bufan? You're Ye Bufan?" Upon hearing the name, the woman burst into laughter. "Do you really think I don't know Ye Bufan? If you're Ye Bufan, then I'm Ye Bufan's mother."
"Shut up!" Ye Bufan, having lost his parents from a young age and never experiencing their love, held parents in very high regard. Even though he didn't know what his parents looked like, he would not allow anyone to insult his mother.
The energy surged from Ye Bufan, and the woman instantly knelt on the floor, unable to resist. All the glass in the hotel shattered, and everyone present felt as though they could barely breathe.
"Martial God Ye, please show mercy!"
Just as Ye Bufan was about to act, someone suddenly appeared at the hotel entrance.
"Husband! Save me, this person is bullying me!" The woman saw the newcomer and immediately cried out, as if seeing a savior.
The person who arrived was none other than Liu Zhe, the Great Martial Saint of Yuncheng, whom the woman had mentioned.
"Shut up! You damned fool, do you know who you are standing before? Ye Bufan, the youngest Martial God in our Jiuzhou land!"
Liu Zhe let out a cold snort and then knelt on the floor.
"Martial God Ye, please calm your anger. It is I who have failed to discipline my wife and allowed her to offend you," Liu Zhe said to Ye Bufan.
"What? This person is Martial God Ye Bufan?"
"My heavens, why is Ye Bufan here? Hurry, take out your phones and take pictures."
"It's over, it's over. Liu Zhe's wife has kicked a steel plate. This waiter's luck is truly amazing."