Chapter 229
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Chapter 229: Fat Dragon and Thin Tiger
Ye Yun didn’t know what was going on between White Xianxing and Xiao Han, and truthfully didn’t care whether they were colluding.
Instead of departing, he went straight to the appraisal office to learn the operational rules of the Trading Market and familiarize himself with the layout.
As White Xianxing and Xiao Han had mentioned, the Heavenly Sword Sect’s Trading Market strictly enforced its own regulations. Blatant fraud rarely occurred—those caught cheating faced severe punishments including confiscation of goods, hefty fines, and permanent expulsion. For long-term merchants like White Xianxing, such penalties were unacceptable.
With fifty-two thousand Contribution Points plus his original hundred, Ye Yun now held fifty-three thousand—an astronomical sum among Shadowless Peak’s inner disciples. Ordinary disciples might earn five hundred Contribution Points annually through faction work, yet Ye Yun’s single Blood Flame Starlight Herb sale equaled a century’s worth of their earnings.
After circling the Trading Market, Ye Yun found nothing worthwhile. His standards had risen; any item from his Thunder Sound Metamorphosis ring’s collection of heavenly materials and earthly treasures would cause a frenzy here, making the common wares unremarkable.
As he ambled through the bustling streets, the clamor of vendors gave him nostalgic memories of mortal markets. Suddenly, panicked disciples scrambled aside, their fearful eyes fixed ahead.
"Move! Get moving!" A gray-robed disciple shoved past him.
"What’s happening?" Ye Yun called out.
The fleeing disciple threw over his shoulder: "The Trading Market bullies are coming!"
Bullies? This contradicted Ye Yun’s recent briefing. The Enforcement Team from the hall of sect regulations strictly governed the market—while prices fluctuated, fraud was practically nonexistent. What place did bullies have here? Were they extortionists? Thieves?
Refusing to yield, Ye Yun planted himself in the street’s center. The last stragglers vanished as a swaggering mob appeared, cracking whips against lingering stalls.
"We warned these fools!" boomed a voice from the group. "Yet some still dare block our path!"
"Blocking us is one thing," sneered another, "but must they offend our eyes with their wretched faces?"
"Perhaps we’re too harsh," mocked a third. "Everyone knows we’re model citizens here!"
Two bald figures led the pack—a grotesque pair. The first stood barely five feet tall, his spherical body weighing three hundred pounds. The second stretched over six feet but weighed less than a hundred pounds, resembling a skeletal bamboo pole.
"Fat Brother! Look!" The thin one’s reedy voice pierced the air. "Some ugly fool blocks our way!"
The human boulder squinted at Ye Yun. "Kill him."
"Now, Fat Brother," the thin man chided, "we’re reasonable men. Violence tarnishes our reputation."
"Then what?"
"Dispose of him discreetly. When we ascend to immortality, we can’t have mortals gossiping about our…enthusiasm."
"True!" The fat one chuckled. "The old man always said you were smarter."
"We’re both brains and brawn. In the entire Heavenly Sword Sect, only Murong Wuqing and Chen Tianyun could barely stand comparison with us."
"Sigh, we never aimed for such fame or attention. But we’re like fireflies in pitch darkness—too bright to ignore."
"Fat Brother, you’re mistaken again. If we were mere fireflies, would we be this troubled? We’re the twin stars lighting the night sky, blindingly radiant. Truly a burden."
"Enough. Life goes on. Can’t blame anyone when we’re this exceptional."
"Exactly. Wait—why’s this fool still blocking our path?"
"What? Does this brat crave death? Planned to off him quietly, but seems we’ll have to slay him publicly now."
The Fat and Thin Brothers exchanged boasts as they halted three zhang from Ye Yun.
Ye Yun regarded them with undisguised mockery.
"Fat Brother, he’s smirking."
"Of course! Who wouldn’t rejoice at our presence?"
"But his grin looks… taunting."
"Taunting what? His own pathetic second stage Qi refining cultivation? Understandable—trash like him rarely glimpses true experts. Hey! Since you’re wise enough to mock your own weakness, scram now. I’ll kill you discreetly later."
"Won’t he hide from us then?"
"Fool! When have our Thin Tiger and Fat Dragon ever failed to eliminate targets?"
"Right! My mistake."
Ye Yun watched their clownish act and stepped forward.
"Move. Even good mutts know not to block roads."
The brothers blinked. "Thin One, he mentioned dogs. Where?"
"Fat Brother… he’s calling us dogs." The thin man scratched his greasy scalp.
The fat man reddened. "I spared your miserable life, yet you insult us?"
Ye Yun chuckled. "Insult? I spoke of dogs. Unless you think yourself one…?"
"Of course not!"
"Then clear the path. Only vicious dogs obstruct others."
"Right! Let’s move, Thin One!"
The thin man groaned. "He still implies we’re dogs! Since when do we yield way?"
The fat man slapped his forehead. "Almost tricked us! Kneel! I’ll flay you alive!"
Ye Yun guffawed. These Trading Market bullies’ absurdity defied belief.
"Enough jesting. Move or get whipped."
"Thin One! He threatens us!"
"Then whip him first!" The thin man’s lash crackled.
"Wait!" Ye Yun raised a hand.
"Begging mercy? Too late!"
"Your whips seem decent. Preserve them—I’ll claim them undamaged later."
"Claim our whips?! Kill him!"
The brothers charged. Gray mist erupted, shrouding the street.
Ye Yun’s brow twitched. Their cultivation pulsed with violent energy—pinnacle Qi refining stage, explaining their bullying reign. Yet how such idiots evaded the Enforcement Team puzzled him.
Smiling, Ye Yun traced arcs in the air. Twin purple light shadows materialized and drifted toward the attackers.
Impact.
The world froze.
