Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 2228 - 2210: Meddling in Others’ Affairs?

"It indeed hasn’t been done like that."

"Thirty Spirit Stones, give twenty, what’s wrong with the vendor not selling?"

"If you say thirty Spirit Stones, then give thirty Spirit Stones, using twenty Spirit Stones to fool someone?"

...

The surrounding onlookers saw this scene and began to discuss among themselves. Not to mention whether this black stone is worth thirty Spirit Stones, they all believe that the middle-aged man is at fault, agreeing on thirty Spirit Stones but only giving twenty Spirit Stones, and having such a bad attitude, it’s really too much.

"You damn old fossil, you fucking want to die!"

The middle-aged man, unable to keep his face, shouted bitterly at the vendor. He never expected this vendor to be so ungrateful, making him lose face like this. After viciously yelling, he raised a fist and swung it at the vendor.

The vendor saw this and immediately dodged. Although he was a weak Loose Cultivator struggling to make a living, the middle-aged man’s strength wasn’t strong either. So the vendor managed to dodge the first punch, but what he didn’t expect was that the middle-aged man had a follow-up move. As the first punch was dodged, a dagger emitting a fierce glow suddenly appeared, gleaming coldly as it stabbed directly toward the vendor’s chest!

The two were too close now, already dodged by each other, at such a distance, not to mention others couldn’t rescue in time, even the vendor couldn’t avoid it himself, only able to watch as the dagger swiftly approached his chest.

Seeing this situation, both the vendor and all the onlookers thought there was no way to dodge, but at this critical moment, a hand unknown from where appeared, grabbing the middle-aged man’s dagger-holding hand.

"Bang!"

That hand seemed to clamp down like an iron vise, not moving a bit, even the middle-aged man’s body couldn’t move, forcibly pulled back.

What’s going on here?

Where did this young man come from?

When did this person appear, how come no one saw?

...

The surrounding onlookers saw this scene and were all stunned, no one could understand what was happening. Their eyes were on the vendor and the middle-aged man, yet no one noticed the young man’s arrival, that hand seemed to appear out of thin air, truly unbelievable!

The vendor, seeing someone rescue him, eased his tense expression, but the middle-aged man saw his plans disrupted, suddenly shouted angrily at the young man holding his hand: "Kid, are you fucking tired of living, daring to mess with Laozi?"

"You’re really shameless." Fang Yan looked at the middle-aged man before him, coldly saying: "If you can’t afford it, just say so directly. No money, yet you come here acting all high and mighty. After being exposed, you get embarrassed and angry. To be so shameless as you are, surely not just any ordinary person can do."

Fang Yan was unapologetic, mocking the middle-aged man coldly. He really couldn’t stand such a person, just relying on having some minor influence, yet so arrogant. He had dealt with such minor nuisances too many times before; why would he care about this threat?

"None of your business, get lost. Even if you’re holding me now, once you’re out of this market, I won’t let you leave Xuantian City!" The middle-aged man was still quite rude to Fang Yan, truly showing a stubborn and unrepentant attitude.

Upon hearing, Fang Yan chuckled slightly, then shook his head, ignoring the middle-aged man, instead asking the surrounding onlookers: "Folks, I’m new to Xuantian City, not familiar with the rules here. I want to ask, if I kill him here, will there be any trouble?"

"No!"

"Killing isn’t allowed here!"

"Within Xuantian City, no one can kill, or else the Xuantian Sect will send the Patrol Team to hunt you down!"

...

Upon hearing Fang Yan’s words, everyone turned pale and spoke out, they didn’t want Fang Yan to get into trouble because of such a scoundrel, dealing with such a scum isn’t worth the trouble.

"So does this mean as long as he isn’t killed, it’s fine?" Fang Yan asked, nodding at the crowd’s words.

"That’s also not permissible. If there’s a dispute, you can find the Patrol Team, they’re very fair. Otherwise, Xuantian City wouldn’t be so well-developed. Young man, don’t act impulsively!" An elder emerged from the crowd, explaining to Fang Yan. However, seemingly dissatisfied with the arrogant middle-aged man, he further added: "But the Patrol Team has a rule, if both parties have a conflict, as long as it’s not severe injury and doesn’t damage others’ property, they won’t interfere."

Upon hearing the elder’s words, Fang Yan immediately smiled broadly, thanking the elder: "Thank you, elder, I know what to do now."

After saying this, he turned his gaze to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man, sensing Fang Yan’s malevolent gaze, immediately became tense, feeling sure that Fang Yan would not let him go and would definitely do something to him. Just as he thought this, he suddenly felt an indescribable intense pain in his right hand.

"Ah!"

The middle-aged man cradled his right arm and howled, his voice hoarse and trembling, as if he was enduring some unspeakably horrifying pain. It hurt him to the point of madness, and he wished he could cut off his entire right hand.

Everyone watching this found it strange; they had seen everything Fang Yan had done, and it was just a simple bone-setting technique that dislocated the middle-aged man’s arm. How could it hurt so much? What kind of over-the-top performance was this?

"I didn’t expect you’d act so much; I merely dislocated your arm. Is it necessary to howl like a ghost over such a minor inconvenience? If you keep bothering me in the future, I don’t mind waiting for you outside the city." Fang Yan looked at the middle-aged man and said casually.

"Right, this is too exaggerated!"

"What do you know? This guy wants to call the Patrol Team!"

"Is he smart or stupid, doing something like this when he’s clearly in the wrong?"

"Who knows, maybe he’s connected to the Patrol Team; otherwise, why would he do this!"

...

People watched the middle-aged man’s overly dramatic performance and murmured among themselves, unable to fathom why he was so exaggerated. It seemed like he was trying to summon the Patrol Team, and if they found out, the middle-aged man would definitely face heavier punishment!

The middle-aged man, originally in unbearable pain, heard the people’s comments around him and felt like crying; he wasn’t acting, the pain was real. But he had no way to explain this to the people. As soon as he heard the words "Patrol Team," he immediately clamped his mouth shut, biting his lip until it bled, glaring fiercely at Fang Yan, and then fled as fast as he could, looking like a defeated dog...

"Pfft!"

"That’s hilarious!"

"Acting like a bully, then fleeing like that?"

...

The crowd laughed at the middle-aged man’s panicked escape, made a few simple comments, and then dispersed, surprised at his ridiculous antics—they were too funny...

"Young man, thank you for saving me." After everyone had dispersed, the stall owner promptly stepped forward and thanked Fang Yan.

"Elderly man, it’s hard to set up a stall at your age. In the future, wait to receive Spirit Stones before handing over goods, to avoid today’s trouble." Fang Yan advised the stall owner.

"Well, how was I to know I’d meet someone like that?" The stall owner sighed helplessly, never expecting to encounter such a person; he was truly baffled by the situation.

Looking at the stall owner, Fang Yan smiled faintly and deftly took out a pitch-black stone, handing it to the stall owner, preparing to leave. But, he didn’t get far before the stall owner stopped him.

"Wait, young man!" The old stall owner stared at the pitch-black stone in his hands, stunned. He had thought the stone was gone forever, taken by that scoundrel, never expecting Fang Yan would retrieve it for him. He couldn’t accept it, especially after Fang Yan saved him. So before Fang Yan could speak, the stall owner stuffed the stone back into Fang Yan’s hand.

"Young man, consider this stone my gratitude, though I don’t know what it really is. The person who sold it to me said it came from a special place and almost cost him his life. I don’t know if that’s true, but given my decades of experience setting up stalls, I can tell this is no ordinary stone. Please accept it." The stall owner explained the stone’s origins earnestly, hoping Fang Yan wouldn’t despise his meager offering, as he wasn’t wealthy; otherwise, he wouldn’t be setting up a stall here.

Hearing the stall owner’s words, Fang Yan finally took a serious look at the stone, noting its unusual qualities. He didn’t know what it was, but he couldn’t refuse the old man’s heartfelt gift. So he said to the stall owner, "Elderly man, consider the stone sold to me; you deserve a fair exchange."

After saying this, he took out a small pouch of Spirit Stones and put them directly into the stall owner’s hands. Before the stall owner could react, Fang Yan was gone.

"Young man..." The stall owner came to his senses, but Fang Yan was already out of sight. Looking at the pouch of Spirit Stones, he was dumbfounded, never expecting to meet someone as kind as Fang Yan...

Meanwhile, Fang Yan and Li Xing had moved to another place.

"Fang Yan, why do you meddle in things like this?" Li Xing asked Fang Yan, puzzled at his actions. To him, such matters were merely something to observe; getting involved was pointless.

"Brother, do you think I was unnecessary in handling this?" Fang Yan shook his head and questioned Li Xing in return.

"Isn’t it? Everyone has their fate; these things are meant to happen to them. If we intervene in every situation like this, there are countless matters in the world; can we manage them all?" Li Xing couldn’t understand Fang Yan’s actions, so he shared his thoughts openly.