As Chu Tian and the other two approached the person, the fellow, flicking his fatty face, yelled at Chu Tian.
"Get lost, I've claimed this spot. Anyone who comes near, I'll..."
*Slap...*
Before the fellow could finish, Chu Tian, hands in his pockets, kicked him.
The kick landed precisely on the fellow's face, sending the nouveau riche-like胖子 (pàngzǐ - fatso) tumbling to the ground.
His other cheek made intimate contact with the ship's deck.
His split mouth spat out a mouthful of teeth.
The noisy space instantly fell silent. The sound of those teeth rolling on the floor became the only noise.
*Bang...*
Immediately after, Chu Tian withdrew the foot that was on the fellow's head and kicked him in the stomach.
The large, greasy body flew out, smashing against the wall with a tremendous sound.
His already bulbous body, upon hitting the wall, stuck like a flying pancake, its surface area instantly expanding.
*Splat...*
A few seconds later, the fellow's body slowly slid down the wall.
The entire wall was covered in bloodstains, stunning everyone around.
Although the fatso looked like a nouveau riche, his cultivation was not weak.
He was at the Venerable level, which was why he occupied such a large area without anyone daring to speak out.
A few people had approached before and were ruthlessly driven away. Two even resisted and were severely injured.
The lower deck of this ferry was essentially a lawless world. Chu Tian, upon arriving, didn't understand the rules, but he was fuming.
Back on Blue Star, he was a billionaire who never worried about money. Arriving here, without the so-called Soul Crystal currency, he hit a wall everywhere.
After finally scraping together over thirty mid-grade Soul Crystals, he was still swindled.
Although the old man on the deck had apologized politely, Chu Tian clearly felt that the old man and the beaten steward were merely acting.
They apologized so humbly to avoid trouble and maintain a good image.
Upon arriving, he encountered an unobservant fellow, with a large head, bulging ears, and a fierce face.
Clearly a cultivator, yet dressed like a nouveau riche.
Occupying the space of more than ten people, so arrogant and overbearing. If he, Chu Tian, didn't put him in his place, it wouldn't be the style of Third Master Chu.
This fellow, with half his face caved in from Chu Tian's stomp and the subsequent kick that sent him crashing into the cabin wall embedded with formations, was bleeding from every pore.
He appeared severely injured, but not life-threatening.
He spat out a couple of mouthfuls of blood and slowly stood up, his eyes glaring fiercely at Chu Tian.
Some people around them retreated, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire of a raging Venerable-level expert.
"What are you waiting for? Hand over everything valuable and worthless!"
Chu Tian waved his hand, tossed a rocking chair onto the ground, and flipped himself onto it.
*Creak, creak...*
Lying down, Chu Tian rocked the chair, his hands behind his head, and glanced at the fellow from the corner of his eye.
Everyone thought a battle was about to erupt, but the fellow took a deep look at Chu Tian, then, not daring to make a move, turned to leave.
He chose a new spot, and the people around him quickly squeezed aside, making room for him.
Though the space was much smaller, it was enough for him.
This fellow had clearly chickened out. Humiliated and driven away by Chu Tian, he was definitely holding a grudge, and no one wanted to provoke him.
"I said, hand over everything valuable and worthless! I told you to leave?"
However, just as the fellow sat down, Chu Tian sat up straight on the rocking chair, staring at the fellow from a distance.
"Pfft..."
The beautiful woman standing beside Chu Tian, who was actually a transformed Nen Mao Ren, couldn't help but giggle.
"Friend, haven't you heard the saying, 'Leave a little room for yourself, and you'll meet again later'?" The fatso hadn't expected that even with his low posture, Chu Tian would still be so aggressive. This was robbery!
"Who's your friend? Third Master Chu doesn't repeat himself! Lao Jiu, go and strip him bare!"
As soon as he spoke, the one-eyed Zhu Jiuyin's eyes flashed.
"How dare you..." The fatso's face changed drastically.
*Slap...*
However, what greeted him was a fist the size of a sandbag.
This punch was fast, accurate, and vicious, landing directly on the fellow's eye socket.
The next second, everyone saw a Venerable-level fellow, without even summoning his Yin Spirit, being grabbed by the ankle and swung around.
Within a few moves, the fatso became limp, like a legless snake.
Finally, he was held upside down by his ankles and shaken vigorously.
A pile of things clattered out from him, and eventually, even his clothes were stripped off and thrown on the ground.
This one-eyed big fellow was merciful enough to leave the guy with his underwear. Chu Tian smacked his lips, slightly unsatisfied.
If it were him, he probably wouldn't have even left the underwear.
Chu Tian's arrival and subsequent actions instantly terrified many, causing them to distance themselves further.
This guy didn't play by the rules, and he was powerful. A Venerable-level expert had no chance of resisting his subordinate.
Immediately, an old man with a young girl near Chu Tian trembled. The girl, seemingly unused to such scenes, looked at Chu Tian with teary eyes.
"Come and sit, we three don't need so much space!" Chu Tian glanced over and beckoned the girl.
The girl looked back at the elder, who patted her shoulder.
"Thank you so much, young man!"
The old man, supported by the girl, moved out from the corner and sat down next to Chu Tian and his companions.
Zhu Jiuyin threw the retrieved items on the ground, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes.
The Nen Mao Ren woman took out a blanket and spread it on the ground.
At this point, the surrounding people realized that Chu Tian wasn't driving anyone away, so they cautiously nodded or bowed to Chu Tian before sitting nearby.
Although the ship's cabin was spacious, there were countless people occupying large areas like the fatso.
This greatly reduced the space available to ordinary people. Many here had taken their life savings to buy a ticket, all for the dream of reaching the Middle State.
Some ordinary people hoped to change their lives with this ticket, even for the benefit of their descendants.
Even more were there for cultivation, mostly rogue cultivators looking to make a name for themselves in the Middle State.
Although many preferred to be the head of a smaller group rather than the tail of a larger one.
However, these people couldn't even be the head of a smaller group, so they could only hope to find a new place to develop, to at least become the tail of a larger one, perhaps changing their lives.
In essence, this was not just a ticket, but a raft carrying their dreams, their yearning for that legendary cultivation world.
Most of those who arrived here possessed considerable talent, yet their eyes lacked confidence.