The city Jun Changxiao wanted to go to was called Linyuan City.

This city’s scale was acceptable in the Upper Realm and was closest to Eternal Immortal Mountain, separated by only five or six thousand miles. Using the speed-type warrior Su Xiaomo as an example, running all the way for a few days would reach it.

On the way to Linyuan City, they would pass through Jingshui Town, so Jun Changxiao brought his two disciples to walk in and see if the marketplace had any needed medicinal materials and seeds.

“Slap!”

Swaggering into a general store, Dog Sheng slapped the pre-written list on the table and said with his nose in the air: “Do you have these medicinal materials?”

The shopkeeper looked up and immediately felt the young man before him looked somewhat familiar, as if seen somewhere before.

Seen before.

But never conversed.

Because Dog Sheng had sneaked away at that time, his heart having been struck by the new world, singing “Fairy Tale” alone in a deserted alley.

“This customer.”

The shopkeeper carefully looked at the medicinal materials listed, then said: “Are you taking one stalk of each? Or…”

“However many you have, I want them all!”

With over eight million profound stones in his pocket, Dog Sheng stood very straight.

“This…”

The shopkeeper seemed a bit hesitant.

“What’s wrong?” Jun Changxiao raised an eyebrow and said: “Think I don’t have money?”

In this kind of situation, the shopkeeper would definitely look down on and mock the protagonist from many angles, both openly and subtly—after all, face-slapping plots are hard to develop otherwise.

“Customer, I…”

“Don’t dawdle. For the medicinal materials listed above, I’ll take however many your shop has.”

“This…”

The shopkeeper walked out from behind the counter and respectfully said: “Please follow me, honored customer.”

Under his guidance, Jun Changxiao came to a large warehouse guarded by many guards. Inside not only emanated rich medicinal fragrances, but also stored various kinds of medicinal materials.

“For the Heavenly Extreme Imperial Sovereign Grass you want, our small shop has a total of six hundred thousand jin. For Jade Heaven Armored Luozhi, a total of one hundred sixty thousand stalks. For Nine Cauldron Spirit Fish Fruit, a total of four hundred thousand pieces…”

“Wait a moment!”

Jun Changxiao hastily interrupted: “Why does a general store have so many of such high-end medicinal materials?”

High-end?

The shopkeeper struggled to hold back laughter and said: “Customer, although the medicinal materials you listed have many varieties, they’re all common medicinal materials on the market.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched violently.

With names containing Heavenly Extreme, Jade Heaven, and Nine Cauldrons, just hearing the names you’d know they were impressive. Yet in a general store that wasn’t even specialized in medicinal materials, the minimum quantities started at hundreds of thousands of jin or stalks—did it have to be this exaggerated!

“Customer.”

The shopkeeper continued: “I’ve roughly calculated. If you want to buy all the needed medicinal materials, you’ll need to pay at least thirty million profound stones.”

Jun Changxiao propped one hand against the wall, howling in his heart: “Shouldn’t the plot be me slapping the shopkeeper’s face with money? How did it end up with the shopkeeper slapping my face!”

“Not showing off anymore, right?”

The system said: “Not being cocky anymore, right?”

Coming to Jingshui Town again, Jun Changxiao not only had his heart struck but was severely slapped in the face, because with just that little wealth, buying out all the needed medicinal materials from the general store was simply unrealistic.

Forget it, forget it.

Dog Sheng shook his head and said: “For the medicinal materials sold by the jin in your shop, give me fifty thousand jin. For those sold by quantity, give me fifty thousand pieces.”

“Right away.”

The shopkeeper said: “Please wait a moment.”

Jun Changxiao added: “Do you have seeds for these medicinal materials?”

Although the materials needed for Body Shaping Pills could be easily purchased, he still hoped to have the Medical Hall responsible for planting them. The reason: it could save money, the effects would be higher than market products, and most importantly—he couldn’t let them be idle!

“We have them.”

“Fifty thousand seeds of each.”

This time Dog Sheng didn’t show off by wanting everything, fearing being taken to another warehouse where, upon pushing open the door, there’d be all kinds of medicinal material seeds.

“Customer.”

With everything prepared, the shopkeeper smiled and said: “Including medicinal materials and seeds, the total is five hundred thousand profound stones.”

“Here.”

Jun Changxiao casually tossed over the spatial ring containing profound stones, and just as he was about to leave, Xiao Zuiji transmitted: “Sect Master, Junior Brother Ye got into a fight with a child!”

…

In the town’s central area, at a relatively spacious plaza.

Ye Xingchen stood proudly. Across from him, about ten zhang away, stood a boy around eleven or twelve years old.

The surrounding warriors were quietly discussing.

“This guy came to town with such a sour face, like everyone owes him money. Really asking for a beating.”

“Distant travelers are guests—everyone didn’t fuss with him, but he just had to provoke people. Of all people, he provoked the spirit child from Hengyun Academy.”

Hengyun Academy.

A martial arts organization in Jingshui Town that taught children from three to twelve years old.

When Jun Changxiao first came here, many of the children he encountered would receive brief martial arts training here.

Why brief? Because in the Upper Realm’s martial arts system, three to twelve years old was the optimal time for martial arts cultivation. If qualifications were good, one could go to higher martial halls for further study. If qualifications were ordinary, one could only go home and tend sheep.

The child before Ye Xingchen was called Sun Mucheng, a student of Hengyun Academy. His physique, qualifications, and other aspects were all the strongest, hence called the spirit child.

“Mucheng is a rarely seen genius in our town, and he has the best hope of entering Linyuan Martial Hall. Overwhelming him should be easy as pie, right?”

Towns had academies, cities had martial halls. Those who could enter were absolutely outstanding.

“Tch.”

Hearing everyone’s private discussions, Ye Xingchen sneered.

Upon arriving at Jingshui Town and seeing some three-to-five-year-old children all having Wutu cultivation, he was indeed shocked, but absolutely didn’t believe a ten-year-old child could defeat him. Moreover, this was just a damn town!

Actually, if not for Jun Changxiao’s warning, Aniu wouldn’t have deliberately sought trouble, but since he knew about it and was looked down upon by the sect master, he had to prove himself with strength!

Night Emperor.

Cannot be insulted!

“Hey.”

Sun Mucheng raised an eyebrow with an impatient look and said: “I still need to go home for dinner. If you want to fight, hurry up and start.”

“Come on.”

Ye Xingchen put one hand behind his back and said: “I’ll let you have one hand.”

“Uncle, you should still use both hands. I don’t want a reputation for the young bullying the old.” Sun Mucheng said.

“Cut the crap.”

Ye Xingchen said: “Make your move!”

“Fine, fine. Since you insist on fighting with one hand, then I’ll also…” Sun Mucheng’s eyes suddenly became cold and sharp, then he charged forward in one stride, saying: “Get serious!”

“Boom—”

Air waves howled out, rolling up dust from the ground.

“Clang clang clang!”

Ye Xingchen crossed his arms, his body explosively retreating non-stop. Only after retreating over ten steps did he stabilize, his face full of shock: “Peak Wusheng?”

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Sun Mucheng charged over again, simple and unadorned techniques unfolding, immediately forming intricate and complex fist shadows.

Having rushed over early, Jun Changxiao praised: “This little guy is a good seedling.”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

In the combat area, Ye Xingchen used various sect martial arts to deflect the incoming fist shadows. Initially, it was fine, but after several dozen moves he couldn’t hold on anymore and could only stagger backward in retreat.

“Swish!”

Sun Mucheng soared into the air, viciously kicking with the back of his foot.

Ye Xingchen, already in an extremely awkward state, simply couldn’t dodge. He could only choose to block with his arms, but with a ‘boom’ sound he retreated dozens of steps, then nearly fell on his butt.

“Stomp!”

Sun Mucheng floated down to the ground and shook his head: “Not fighting anymore, not fighting anymore. You’re not my match.”

With that said, he left with long strides.

The onlooking passersby also dispersed after brief conversations.

Although this battle was very brief, they’d already judged from the process that the outsider was absolutely suppressed by Sun Mucheng.

“Junior Brother Ye!”

Xiao Zuiji walked over.

Ye Xingchen lowered his head, both hands trembling slightly—perhaps caused by frequently receiving moves just now.

“Impossible… impossible…”

A hoarse voice emerged from Aniu’s mouth, that proud and aloof temperament completely replaced by dejection.

He’d thought the sect master was joking, but when this scene happened, he understood—he truly couldn’t even beat a child. If not for the opponent rushing home to eat, he probably would have been beaten down long ago.

“Don’t lose heart.”

Jun Changxiao walked over, patted Aniu’s shoulder, and encouraged: “Can’t beat ten-year-olds? You can fight eight or nine-year-olds, six or seven-year-olds.”

“Dost thou hear.”

The system said: “Human speech this is not?”

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