Chapter 2485: Chapter 2485: Bragging So Much, Yet Afraid to Reveal Your Origins?

"Lead the way."

Carson Flores didn’t waste any words and promptly agreed.

This is Verdant Leaf City near the Azure Divine Sect, and someone dares to call themselves Young Master here and abduct people recklessly?

Though this incident is likely triggered by the beauty of his female companions, simply leaving could probably end the situation, but since someone has the intent, how could Carson pretend nothing happened?

Young Master?

No matter what forces claim to have a Young Master, if they’re called as such, their age is evidently not too great, their strength not overly strong.

Figures like the Sea God Sect and the Three Sects’ Saint Child could naturally be considered the pinnacle among Young Masters, their strength is Middle Grade Great Land Supreme Immortal, other forces’ Young Masters or Saint Heirs, it’s practically impossible to surpass them.

Carson decided to take a look at who actually covets the beauty of the women around him, especially when this is Verdant Leaf City, aren’t they afraid of the Azure Divine Sect?

The middle-aged man saw Carson quickly submit and snorted coldly, escorting the people in the other direction.

On the Flying Boat, Alfred Weaver transmitted, "It’s definitely some lecher, seeing us, wanting to stir up trouble."

Carson replied, "It should be. Previously, that person came over to talk with me, probing first to ask if we belong to some prestigious sect, confirming if we would be too much trouble, I just said we were Loose Cultivators, the other party certainly feels Loose Cultivators can be bullied at will, so they send people to drive us away."

Shirley Miller shot a cold gaze at the middle-aged man not far nearby: "These people truly act recklessly!"

Niall Sinclair’s gaze was subtle as he sighed, "Immortal Path, survival of the fittest, if you don’t have solid strength, nor a powerful backing, the number of female cultivators abducted or killed because of beauty is countless..."

Carson laughed, "It seems being too low-key can sometimes bring trouble."

Carson was always used to wandering alone, sect identity could indeed provide reliance, but could also bring many troubles.

Carson claims to be a Loose Cultivator, so when encountering matters, he can handle them as he desires, but if he’s under the banner of a disciple of the Dragon Mountain Sect, then there are more constraints while speaking and acting, because he must consider the trouble his words and deeds might bring to his sect.

Previously Carson encountered enemies, regardless of who they were, he’d kill them and run away, the world is vast, let’s see if you can catch me, but now he has an identity, he can run, but not his temple.

Carson never thought behaving a bit low-key would make them consider him a Loose Cultivator, easy to bully, thereby targeting him.

After proceeding several hundred miles, Carson and others saw a camp.

The camp isn’t very large in scale, but it is surrounded by Formation protection, making it impossible to spy on the camp scenes from the outside.

The middle-aged man pressed Carson and others into the camp, Carson looked around and found there weren’t many people here, estimating just about twenty or so.

In the center of the camp, there’s a delicate small building, the door is open, and in the hall, the previously seen black-robed youth on the second floor of the tavern lounge on a recliner, beside him stand two beautiful maidens, one is giving him a massage, and one is feeding him small-cut fruits.

Could this be what he calls a Young Master?

He does seem to know how to enjoy himself.

The middle-aged man stood at the entrance, bowing to report, "Young Master, I’ve brought all the people back."

The black-robed youth’s gaze swept over the group idly asking, "None of them resisted?"

"Yes!"

The middle-aged man replied, "I worried that using force might cause unnecessary trouble, since they agreed to come, I didn’t use force further."

The black-robed youth’s gaze fell on Carson’s face, "Kid, what’s your name?"

"Carson Flores."

The black-robed youth chuckled, "Do you know why you were brought here?"

"I don’t know."

The black-robed youth sat up straight from the recliner, pointing his finger at the several women behind Carson, "These women, what’s your relationship with them?"

"Two are my wives, two are my friends, and two are maidens."

The black-robed youth laughed softly, his eyes filled with ridicule, "You do have good taste, but from now on, they are my women, and you, are my slave, your life is under my control, do you have any objections?"

I’ve said my piece, who agrees, who opposes?

You are rather confident, aren’t you?

Carson calmly asked, "Your Excellency does not seem to be from the Azure Divine Sect, this is Azure Divine Sect territory, aren’t you afraid of causing trouble for yourself by acting recklessly here?"

The black-robed youth laughed heartily, "The Azure Divine Sect is about to face impending calamity, they cannot protect themselves, do I need to fear them?"

Carson furrowed his brows slightly, "Impending calamity?"

The black-robed youth didn’t explain, "This has nothing to do with you, as long as you obey, you’ll live, if you don’t, then I’ll have to kill you, but before you die, I’ll surely have some fun."

Carson taunted, "At least let us know who you are, if you claim to be so formidable, aren’t you even afraid to reveal your origin and name?"