ATPnovel Chapter 435 Fellow Daoist, do you know who I am? I don't want to know!
Chapter 435 Fellow Daoist, do you know who I am? I don't want to know!
Zhao Wuji's smile froze. He turned his head to look at the corner, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes: "One thousand three hundred."
"One thousand four hundred." Chen Fan's voice remained calm.
The atmosphere in the hall became subtle.
Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes, re-examining the person in the corner. His divine sense swept over the figure, but it was like a stone thrown into the sea, blocked by an invisible force. A slight chill ran through him, but his expression remained unchanged: "One thousand five hundred."
"Sixteen thousand."
"Seventeen thousand!"
"Eighteen thousand."
As the two continued to trade, the price steadily increased.
When Chen Fan announced "two thousand," a collective gasp filled the hall.
Two thousand high-grade spirit stones equal two hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones! This amount is enough to support a small sect for ten years!
Zhao Wuji's face finally darkened.
He slowly rose, turned to the corner, and said in a cold voice, "Fellow Daoist, this Rejuvenation Pill is of great use to me. Could you please grant me this favor? The Zhao family will surely repay you handsomely in the future."
The threat in his words was self-evident.
Chen Fan didn't even lift his eyelids: "At the auction, the highest bidder wins. Two thousand one."
"You!" A fierce glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes. "Does fellow Daoist know who I am?"
"I don't want to know." Chen Fan's tone remained calm. "Two thousand two."
You could hear a pin drop in the hall.
Everyone held their breath, watching this silent confrontation.
As the patriarch of the Zhao family, Zhao Wuji possessed a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation and had wielded immense power and influence in Old Dragon City for hundreds of years. Normally, let alone anyone daring to compete with him, even a glance from him would be met with considerable hesitation.
But today, this man in black robes not only dared to rob, but also robbed so casually!
Zhao Wuji's chest heaved, his fists clenched tightly in his sleeves, veins bulging. He stared intently at the corner, his divine sense surging like a tide, yet he could not penetrate the black robe and mask.
The old man in black robes on the stage tapped his gavel at the opportune moment: "Two thousand two hundred high-grade spirit stones, anyone else bidding?"
He looked at Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji's face turned ashen. After a long pause, he squeezed out three words through gritted teeth: "Two thousand three!"
This is his limit.
Although the Zhao family was wealthy, they had recently spent a huge amount of spirit stones preparing for breaking the formation. Two thousand three hundred high-grade spirit stones had almost emptied their pockets of available cash.
"Two thousand four hundred." Chen Fan's voice rang out again.
Zhao Wuji abruptly turned his head, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "Good! Good! Good! Fellow Daoist is truly wealthy and powerful! I, Zhao, will remember this!"
He sat back down heavily in his seat and didn't say another word.
The old man in black robes waited three breaths, and seeing that no one else was bidding, he brought down his gavel: "Sold! The Soul-Returning Pill belongs to this fellow Daoist."
Chen Fan got up and walked towards the stone platform.
All eyes were on him, filled with curiosity, surprise, fear, and greed!
The old man in black robes handed over the jade box. Chen Fan took it, scanned it with his divine sense to confirm that the pills were correct, and then took out twenty-four crystal-clear spirit stones from his storage bag.
Each piece is the size of a fist, and its spiritual energy is so rich it's almost tangible; they are truly top-grade spirit stones.
"Twenty-four pieces, each worth one hundred high-grade spirit stones. Please check." Chen Fan's voice was calm.
The old man in black robes scanned the area with his divine sense and nodded: "The number is correct."
Chen Fan put away the jade box and turned to leave.
"Fellow Daoist, please wait." Zhao Wuji suddenly spoke, his voice icy. "May I ask your name? Although I am short of money today, I would like to make a friend."
Chen Fan didn't stop walking, only leaving behind the words: "A rogue cultivator, his name is not worth mentioning."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the teleportation array, and disappeared in a flash of white light.
Zhao Wuji stared at the empty teleportation array, his eyes flashing with cold light.
The people in the hall looked at each other, and no one dared to say anything.
……
Chen Fan left Tingfeng Tower but did not return to Yunlai Inn.
He walked straight toward the city gate, his steps seemingly slow, but in reality, he moved with incredible speed, reaching the city gate in just a few breaths.
At three quarters past the hour of Xu (7:45 PM), the city gates were already closed.
The city guards were about to reprimand someone when they saw him approaching, but Chen Fan had already shown a token, the one he had obtained when he entered the city.
The guard was taken aback. He took the token and examined it, and his expression changed slightly upon sensing the Nascent Soul aura emanating from the person before him: "Senior, are you leaving the city?"
"Something came up," Chen Fan said calmly.
The guards dared not ask any more questions and quickly opened the side door.
Chen Fan took a step forward, his figure disappearing into the night.
The walls of Laolongcheng are towering, and outside the city is a wasteland where the autumn wind blows and the wild grass undulates like waves.
Chen Fan walked a hundred feet before suddenly stopping.
"You've been following me for so long, come out now."
The sound drifted away on the night wind.
A moment later, three figures emerged from the darkness, surrounding him in a triangle formation.
The leader was Zhao Wuji, who had removed his mask, his face devoid of any smile, only radiating cold killing intent. The two men to his left and right were both late-stage Core Formation cultivators, one tall and one short, their auras steady, clearly elites of the Zhao family.
"Fellow Daoist, you left in such a hurry," Zhao Wuji said slowly. "I have some things I'd like to discuss with you."
Chen Fan turned around, his bronze mask gleaming coldly in the moonlight: "What are you talking about?"
"Let's talk about the Rejuvenation Pill," Zhao Wuji said, staring at him. "And let's also talk about your identity, fellow Daoist. I know all the Nascent Soul cultivators in Old Dragon City, but I've never seen anyone like you before."
"Just a rogue cultivator," Chen Fan said calmly.
"A rogue cultivator?" Zhao Wuji sneered. "A rogue cultivator can casually produce two thousand four hundred high-grade spirit stones? A rogue cultivator dares to bid against me? Fellow Daoist, let's not beat around the bush. Hand over the Rejuvenation Pill, and I might spare your life."
Chen Fan shook his head: "How can I hand over the proceeds from an auction?"
"Then don't blame me for being ruthless!" Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he raised his hand, ordering, "Take him down!"
The two Core Formation cultivators on the left and right attacked simultaneously.
The tall cultivator unleashed a crimson flying sword, its blade blazing with flames, transforming into a fiery serpent that lunged at Chen Fan. The short cultivator, meanwhile, formed hand seals, and several earthen walls suddenly rose from the ground, sealing off any escape route.
The two cooperated seamlessly, one attacking and the other trapping, clearly seasoned veterans.
Chen Fan didn't even glance at it.
He loosely clenched his left hand, and the power of the rising sun condensed in his palm, transforming into a blazing white ball of light, which he casually tossed aside.
The sphere of light exploded, its blazing white light, like the rising sun, instantly illuminating an area of hundreds of feet in radius.
The fire serpent vanished into the light, melting away like ice and snow, leaving not even ashes. The earthen wall crumbled inch by inch, turning into dust that drifted away in the wind.
The two Core Formation cultivators' expressions changed drastically. Before they could react, Chen Fan had already taken a step forward.
His figure was like a ghost, appearing instantly in front of the tall cultivator. He pointed his right hand, fingers together like a sword, at the cultivator's brow.
"Stop!" Zhao Wuji roared, sweeping his whisk across the room. Thousands of silver threads, like venomous snakes spitting their tongues, coiled towards Chen Fan's back.
Chen Fan ignored it all, and a golden light flashed at his fingertips.
puff!
The tall cultivator's brow was pierced, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and he fell straight down.
At the same time, the silver thread was already behind him.
Chen Fan neither dodged nor avoided, his body surrounded by a flowing gray-white light, with Yin and Yang energies spontaneously protecting him.
When the silver threads touched the grayish-white light, they shattered as if hitting an iron wall.
Zhao Wuji's pupils shrank sharply: "The power of rules?"
Only then did he realize that the gray-white light contained the power of rules!
"Retreat!" Zhao Wuji made a decisive move and retreated rapidly.
The shorter cultivator reacted a little slower, and Chen Fan had already turned around and thrown a punch.
The fist's wind was like a dragon, with yin and yang energies intertwining and transforming into a chaotic vortex.
The short cultivator felt the space around him freeze, unable to even move his fingers, and watched helplessly as the fist grew larger in front of him.
"No……"
The screams abruptly stopped.
The skull exploded, and red and white matter splattered everywhere.
Chen Fan withdrew his fist and looked at Zhao Wuji: "It's your turn."