These people appeared to be from different factions, and were currently taking turns issuing threats to initiate fights.
After completing the formalities, everyone suddenly realized something was wrong.
Soon, all eyes turned to Ye Fan, the instigator.
Damn it!
If it weren't for this kid, we wouldn't be in this mess!
Get him!
However, upon seeing the state of Ye Fan and the other person, the harsh words they were about to utter were swallowed back.
They had emerged from the chaotic brawl completely unharmed; these were not beings they could afford to offend.
And that black protective shield…
It might be related to those people!
The thought of those legendary figures made them immediately back down.
“Gentlemen,” the innkeeper said with a chuckle, approaching them now that the matter was settled. “You have caused a total loss of seven thousand three hundred and sixty-five low-grade spirit stones. Who will pay the bill?”
Everyone looked at each other and finally decided on splitting the cost…
After paying, these people left, grumbling all the way.
“If you gentlemen are looking for a place later, I can provide a venue here,” the owner shouted enthusiastically at them.
The customers stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.
Who would be foolish enough to come to your black shop again!
Shameless!
Pah!
…
After everyone left, the waiters began clearing the corpses and dismembered limbs from the inn.
“Guest, were you satisfied with your meal just now?” the owner asked with a smile.
“What do you think?” Ye Fan retorted with a smile.
It seemed this inn had some backing, otherwise, those people wouldn't have paid so obediently.
And judging by the owner’s demeanor, collecting compensation fees was probably their main business…
They dared to ask for over seven thousand low-grade spirit stones for a few broken tables and chairs. Even black shops would weep at such a price…
“However, that ‘Seven Souls Severed Grief’ was indeed not what we ordered,” Ye Fan continued.
Although he had money, he didn't want to be a sucker.
Forced transactions were the rules of your City of Sin, but they were not my rules, Ye Fan!
If you have the ability, kill me, and I will be eternally grateful to you!
“Guest, you misunderstand.” To Ye Fan’s surprise, the owner showed no intention of settling the bill. “That waiter did make a mistake just now. We apologize for disturbing your meal. This one is on us.”
After speaking, the owner raised his hand and shot a beam of blue light at the waiter.
“Thump!”
Before the waiter could react, his body crashed to the ground.
“Guest, are you satisfied with this arrangement?” the proprietor continued to ask with a smile, as if he had merely done something insignificant.
“Then thank you,” Ye Fan said politely and left with the little demoness.
After Ye Fan left, a waiter sidled up and whispered, “Second Uncle, why?”
“The dark energy on that woman just now might be related to those people,” the owner whispered. “The boss instructed us to try our best to avoid any involvement with those people.”
“You haven’t been here long. Watch and learn more,” the owner said, patting his great-nephew’s shoulder earnestly. “That’s how you survive here for a long time.”
Leaving the inn, Ye Fan walked through the streets with the little demoness.
“Sir, spare some change,” the beggars by the roadside implored Ye Fan, holding up their tattered bowls.
They were all in rags, looking out of place in the City of Sin.
Ye Fan sighed and walked over, dropping a few low-grade spirit stones.
To be reduced to begging as a cultivator was indeed tragic.
In one of his past lives, he had been chased by enemies and had a similar experience.
In that life, the system could only provide auxiliary means such as cultivation techniques and elixirs. He had to rely on his own cultivation to grow.
Before he could even develop, disaster struck.
If it weren't for a kind cultivator who rescued him later, he would have been finished.
Rather than pitying the beggars before him, he was reminiscing about his past.
“Clink.”
The low-grade spirit stones landed in the bowl with a crisp sound.
Ye Fan stood up, ready to leave.
“Just this little bit?!” The beggar’s expression instantly changed. “Are you kidding me, trying to dismiss a beggar like this?!”
Ye Fan was stunned, looking at the beggar with bewilderment.
My good man.
Before saying that, shouldn’t you consider your profession?
“If you don’t give me one hundred low-grade spirit stones today, you’re not leaving!” the beggar said fiercely, grabbing Ye Fan’s arm.
“What, are you planning to change careers and become a bandit?” Ye Fan was amused by the audacity. “What if I refuse?”
“Brothers, someone is causing trouble!” the beggar immediately shouted.
As soon as he spoke, a large group of beggars emerged from the streets and alleys, appearing in droves.
“New here, kid?!” a beggar with unconventional hair narrowed his eyes. “Since you’re in Geshan City, you have to follow the rules. Given that you’re new, giving one thousand low-grade spirit stones today will settle this matter.”
“Otherwise…” As he said this, the unconventional one erupted with a powerful surge of true energy. “I don’t mind teaching you the rules today!”
“Live or die?” the little demoness asked Ye Fan.
“Whatever,” Ye Fan replied nonchalantly.
Ye Fan felt powerless to stop the little demoness from colluding with the system.
Even if the little demoness didn’t make a move, the system would still act.
Ye Fan could only choose to accept this reality…
“Whoosh!”
A gust of wind flashed, and the little demoness disappeared.
The next second, she reappeared in her original position.
“Plop! Plop! Plop!…”
The beggars, who had been radiating hostility moments before, all collapsed to the ground.
Glimmers of light floated up and entered Ye Fan’s chest.
【Another energetic day today!】
【Oh yeah!】
…
The surrounding people seemed accustomed to what was happening.
At most, they thought another powerful individual had arrived in the city, nothing more.
Workers from nearby shops came out, grumbling as they collected the corpses into their spatial rings.
Some of the weaker individuals who had been extorted by the beggars silently cheered.
“Grumble.” Ye Fan’s stomach rumbled.
He hadn't eaten much before the incident and was still hungry.
However, after what had just happened, Ye Fan had no intention of eating at the inn again.
If the same thing happened again, it would be too disappointing.
Fortunately, there were food stalls not far away, so Ye Fan led the little demoness over.
This alley was mostly filled with food stalls; it looked like a food street of sorts.
Just as Ye Fan was pondering what to eat, a voice sounded from beside him.
“What are you staring at?” a cultivator glared unhappily at the brat next to him.
“Hehehehe!” The rascal covered his belly and laughed. “Your face is too funny, hahahaha!”
Ye Fan nodded in agreement.
The man’s face was indeed a work of art, incredibly comical…
But the brat’s mouth was also quite sharp…
“Slap!”
The cultivator who was mocked immediately slapped the brat. “I hate it the most when people talk about my face!”
The brat stood there, clutching his face.
“You hit me?!” The brat’s tears immediately welled up. “Waaa—!”
“Son, what’s going on?” Hearing the crying, a cultivator from across the street hurried over.