135: Chapter 135 One Stone Shatters Bones

Tang Xun faced the mountain-like Second-Stage Violent Bear head-on.

Foul-smelling saliva dripped onto his green shirt.

He did not even lift an eyelid.

Under the effect of [Divine Sense Double (Green)], his Divine Sense, comparable to the Nascent Soul Stage, transformed into an invisible needle.

It stabbed fiercely into the walnut-sized brain of the Violent Bear.

This pressure was directed only at the Violent Bear; others were completely unaware of it.

The giant beast, which had been incomparably violent a moment ago, suddenly froze in its tracks.

In its crimson eyes, extreme fear was reflected.

In its perception, the Mortal in the green shirt before it was not a human at all.

But a prehistoric Vicious Beast wearing human skin.

"Awoo—"

The Violent Bear let out a wail that had gone out of tune, like a wild dog that had its tail stepped on.

It stiffly turned its massive body.

Scrambling and tumbling, it fled wildly in the direction it had come from.

Along the way, it knocked down over a dozen stone pillars, not daring to even look back.

Leaving behind a mess and a group of dumbfounded caravan members.

The elder from the Changfeng Escort Agency held his blade, looking around vigilantly.

He thought that some more terrifying high-level Yao Beast had passed by and scared off the Violent Bear.

But after searching for a long time, he didn't find even a hair of a high-level Yao Beast.

Zhang Ruowei climbed up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

She looked in the direction the Violent Bear had fled, her face full of astonishment.

She turned her head to look at Tang Xun, who was still standing there motionless.

"Hey, scared silly, aren't you?"

She walked up and patted Tang Xun on the shoulder.

"Consider yourself lucky. This beast was probably just bored and stuffed, and suddenly went crazy and ran off."

"Next time you encounter something like this, hide further away. Don't get in the way here."

Tang Xun lightly brushed the dust off his hands, secretly finding it amusing.

After this fright, Zhang Fugui ordered to continue the journey through the night.

Five days later.

A city tower built of massive blue-black rocks appeared on the horizon.

Sang City.

This was the last large transit station from the Northern Region to the Central Continent.

The city walls were dense with array patterns, shimmering with a cold, metallic luster.

The guards at the city gate were all Cultivators at the Middle Stage of Qi Refining, clad in armor and wielding weapons, conducting strict inspections.

Zhang Fugui paid a large sum of Spirit Stones and bribed the guards, allowing the caravan to enter the city smoothly.

After entering the city, Tang Xun parted ways with the caravan.

He wandered alone into the bustling streets.

The streets of Sang City were wide and smooth, with shops lining both sides.

It gathered Loose Cultivators and merchants from all over the world.

With strange clothing and various dialects, it was full of exotic charm.

On the street side, someone was peddling young Spirit Pets that could breathe fire.

Someone was showcasing peculiar fabric that could change color.

At one stall, there were a few pitch-black stones; the stall owner boasted they were meteorite iron from beyond the heavens, asking for 500 Spirit Stones.

Tang Xun just glanced at it and knew it was just ordinary iron Ore.

There was also a stall selling Talismans, drawn in a crooked and messy way.

The stall owner swore that these were ancient demon-suppressing Talismans passed down from antiquity.

Tang Xun was amused; those were clearly just the lowest grade of Talisman paper.

The scammers in this Sang City were a bit too clumsy in their methods.

Tang Xun kept his hands tucked in his sleeves, looking like a true idle scholar, walking and stopping in front of various stalls.

Adhering to the principle of "never spend money if I can pick up a bargain," he scanned the entire market with his Divine Sense from top to bottom.

Unfortunately, he didn't encounter any plot where buying a piece of junk turned out to be an ancient Divine Artifact.

It was all genuine scrap metal.

After strolling through half the street, he had gained nothing.

A commotion suddenly came from ahead.

The crowd formed a large circle, pointing and whispering.

Vaguely, one could hear a woman's sharp rebuke.

Relying on his Physical Body strengthened by the Barbarian God Technique, Tang Xun easily pushed through the crowd and squeezed into the front row.

In the center of the circle was Zhang Ruowei, whom he had separated from earlier.

Behind her were piled those thousands of processed Blood Wolf skins.

At this moment, she was glaring angrily at the several men opposite her.

Zhang Fugui stood beside her, smiling obsequiously as he negotiated with the other party.

The leader was a young man wearing a brocade robe, shaking a folding fan in his hand, pretending to be cultured.

Beside him were several fierce-looking guards, all of them at the Late Stage of Qi Refining.

"I heard this Young City Lord just forcibly seized the Li family's shop in the east of the city a few days ago."

"Isn't that right? Even the Li family's youngest daughter was abducted by him, and her whereabouts are still unknown."

"This caravan is really unlucky; how did they get targeted by this living Yama?"

Several Loose Cultivators whispered to each other, their tones full of fear.

Tang Xun heard this, and his evaluation of this Young City Lord dropped a few more notches in his mind.

"Young City Lord, our caravan risked our lives to get this batch of skins."

Zhang Fugui hunched his back, his tone nearly pleading.

"You're offering fifty Low-Grade Spirit Stones, it's not even enough to cover the cost."

"I beg you to show mercy and give us a way to survive."

The young man known as the Young City Lord closed his folding fan and tapped Zhang Fugui on the shoulder.

"Fatty Zhang, this young master offering fifty to buy your batch of junk skins is giving you face."

"In Sang City, for things my City Lord's Mansion wants, no one has ever dared to say no."

Zhang Ruowei was trembling with rage and pulled Zhang Fugui aside.

"One thousand Blood Wolf skins, the market price is at least one thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

"You're offering fifty? Why don't you just rob us!"

The Young City Lord scoffed, his gaze looking at Zhang Ruowei full of mockery.

"Rob? This young master is a legitimate businessman."

"Your goods are of unknown origin; who knows if they were obtained by killing and looting?"

"This young master being willing to take them off your hands is already an act of great mercy."

Zhang Ruowei drew the long whip from her waist, striking the ground with a crisp crack.

"Bullshit!"

"This was hunted by our caravan in the wilderness, it's completely legitimate!"

"I'm not selling these goods today!"

As she spoke, she went to collect the wolf skins on the ground.

"Presumptuous!"

A Scarface guard beside the Young City Lord stepped forward.

The pressure of the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining was released without reservation, bearing down directly on Zhang Ruowei.

"Things the young master has his eyes on, you say you won't sell just because you want to?"

Zhang Ruowei was only at the Fifth Level of Qi Refining; under this pressure, she retreated several steps, her face turning pale.

But the wildness in her bones kept her from yielding; she gritted her teeth tightly and gripped her long whip.

"Can your City Lord's Mansion just be unreasonable!"

The Young City Lord walked forward slowly and deliberately.

"Reason?"

"In this Sang City, my father is the reason."

He looked Zhang Ruowei up and down, a lewd meaning added to his eyes.

"This girl has a spicy temper; this young master likes it."

"Leave the goods, and you come with me too."

"Be a bed-warming maid, and you won't lack benefits."

The watching Loose Cultivators shook their heads and sighed, but no one dared to stand up and speak.

The City Lord's Mansion was powerful; no one wanted to bring trouble upon themselves.

Tang Xun stood in the crowd, rubbing his chin.

Fifty Spirit Stones to buy one thousand wolf skins.

This wasn't just forced buying and selling; this was even more of a "free ride" than he could pull off.

Not only a free ride, but the way they ate was so ugly.

It really shamed their profession.

He was not in a hurry to act.

He just watched this farce with great interest.

Zhang Fugui saw the situation was bad and quickly blocked in front of his sister.

"Young City Lord, this won't do, she doesn't know any better, please don't take it to heart."

"Get lost!"

Scarface slapped Zhang Fugui across the face, sending him flying several meters away.

Zhang Fugui fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth.

"Brother!"

Zhang Ruowei's eyes were splitting with rage; she knew they had encountered a tough opponent today, but for her to yield was absolutely impossible.

"In your dreams!"

She swung her long whip, lashing fiercely at the Young City Lord's face.

"You're courting death!"

Scarface let out a cold shout, reached out with one hand, and actually grabbed the whistling tip of the whip directly.

Immediately after, he gave it a forceful tug.

Zhang Ruowei exclaimed, her body uncontrollably lunging forward.

Scarface raised a foot and kicked towards her abdomen.

If this kick landed solidly, Zhang Ruowei's Dantian would inevitably be ruined.

Just at this critical moment.

Tang Xun sighed.

Although this girl had a foul temper, they had traveled together after all.

He sucked up a pebble from the ground.

Flipped his finger.

The pebble turned into a streak of light that the naked eye of an ordinary person could not capture.

"Puff."

A faint, muffled sound.

The pebble precisely hit the knee of Scarface's kicking right leg.

"Crack."

The sound of bone shattering was clearly audible.

Scarface let out a pig-slaughtering scream, clutching his right leg and falling heavily to the ground.