Why are there so many unexpected things happening at such a critical moment...

The old registration officer blinked, a look of utter bewilderment on his face.

He genuinely did not understand what this old man was pretending to be.

In his simple set of values, rules were rules.

Moreover, this was the iron law set by Beimang.

Let alone a young master from Central Tang State, even if the Heavenly Emperor himself came, he could not enter without proper credentials.

The moment these words were spoken.

The entire city gate instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Even the howling of the wind and snow seemed to pause for a second.

The expression on the sinister old man's face instantly froze.

As if slapped hard across the face, his entire visage flushed a dark, liverish purple.

"You..."

"Insolent! Absolutely insolent!"

"You bold peasant! How dare you make a fool out of me?!"

As a dignified Golden Core cultivator, where did he not go without being treated like a god?

Yet today, he was choked speechless by a mortal gatekeeper?

"This official of Beimang is quite interesting."

Li Fan, standing nearby, chuckled softly.

Roared at by the old man, the old registration officer shuddered in fright and almost fell to the ground.

But he still stiffened his neck stubbornly.

"Immortal Master, yelling at me will not do any good."

"I am just a lowly registration officer. You are a capable Immortal Master; you can just fly straight in. I would not be able to stop you anyway. That would just be my limited ability, powerless to block you."

"But if you insist on walking through this gate, you have to follow the rules. If I do not stop you, it would be a dereliction of my duty!"

"Either show your travel pass, or go line up over there to register and pay the city entrance fee."

"You are making such a grand scene just to give a mortal old man a hard time. If word gets out, it would not sound good for you, would it?"

This old man looked cowardly, but his mouth was truly relentless.

"If you kill me out of exasperation, you would be embarrassing the Central Tang State even more. Plus, our Beimang Immortal Bureau would seek justice for me."

"Good, good, good!"

The old man laughed out of extreme anger, his eyes revealing naked murderous intent.

"Since you lackey refuse to appreciate favors, today I will act on behalf of your State Governor and teach you the meaning of hierarchy!"

Before his voice faded.

The old man abruptly raised his hand.

A surge of sea-blue spiritual energy gathered in his palm, transforming into a millstone-sized palm print that whistled through the air, slamming down straight toward the old registration officer's head!

If this landed solidly.

Let alone the old man, even half of the city gate would be smashed to rubble!

"It is over."

Jiang Yu sighed inwardly.

Although this old man had a loose tongue, he did not deserve to die for it.

Meanwhile, Li Fan's fingers twitched slightly, hesitating over whether to secretly lend a hand.

Just at this moment.

"Om—"

An extremely faint sword hum suddenly echoed from the top of the city tower.

Immediately after.

A snow-bright sword light, like a cascade falling from the sky, instantly sliced through the sky full of wind and snow.

"Pfft!"

The cyan palm print that was just about to strike down was split right down the middle by the sword light as if it were made of tofu, turning into specks of spiritual light that dissipated into the air.

The old man's expression changed drastically as he jerked his head up to look at the city tower.

Atop the towering city wall, a figure had appeared at some unknown time.

It was a young man dressed in a black martial outfit. He held a sheathed longsword in his arms and had a withered blade of grass dangling from his mouth. He sat lazily on the battlements, his legs swinging in the air.

"Hey, old thing."

The young man spat out the withered grass, looking down condescendingly at the sinister old man, his tone full of impatience.

"That is an official of our Beimang."

"Even if he is just a registration officer, it is not the place of a foreign wild dog like you to casually kill him, is it?"

"Also..."

The young man pointed at the stone tablet by the city gate, which was half-covered in snow.

"Are you blind?"

"Did you not see the four big characters written on it: 'No Fighting Allowed'?"

"Once you arrive in Beimang, even if you are a dragon, you must coil up; even if you are a tiger, you must lie down."

"You want to act wild?"

The young man grinned.

"Have you asked the sword in my hand?"

Li Fan looked at the arrogant young man on the city tower, his eyelids twitching violently.

This Beimang...

It truly was a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Although this young man's aura was only at the peak of Foundation Establishment, this sword intent... was frighteningly sharp.

Just then.

The tightly closed curtain of the warm jade carriage was finally lifted slightly by a slender, fair hand.

A voice as gentle as jade, yet imbued with a sense of haughty superiority, drifted out from the carriage.

"Uncle Fu, stand down."

"Since we have arrived in someone else's territory, we must abide by their rules."

"Do not let others make a joke of us."

Hearing this, the sinister old man immediately retracted all his murderous aura, respectfully stepped aside, and bowed deeply.

"Yes, Young Master."

Li Fan sighed.

The waters of Beimang were getting murkier and murkier.

With such a commotion going on...

He feared they would not be able to enter the city gates anytime soon.

Damn it...

How could there be so many unexpected accidents at such a critical moment...

He truly wanted to slap to death that young master who insisted on putting on such a grand show!