Immortal of the Nine Realms

Chapter 486: A Fine of Five Thousand. Young Master, Please Accept Them

Chapter 486: A Fine of Five Thousand. Young Master, Please Accept Them

"Over a hundred and sixty..." Fang Chen repeated. "Will there be any trouble?"

Che Yuxuan quickly waved his hand, his expression still rife with surprise. "Trouble? No, there won't be any trouble at all. I'm just a bit shocked that you have over a hundred and sixty True Fire Talismans...."

In his heart, he wondered, how many years did it take to accumulate those talismans?

Ten years?

Twenty years?

In his view, crafting talismans was already a very difficult task, requiring a high control of spiritual energy. Add to that the need for an inheritance of talisman techniques and the time needed for research and practice, and naturally, there were few who could achieve success in this field.

"Please wait here, young master. This deal is quite big, so I need to go and get the owner to handle it," Che Yuxuan explained before getting up and leaving.

Fang Chen didn't have to wait long. In about fifteen minutes, Che Yuxuan returned, following an elderly man into the room.

The old man greeted Fang Chen with clasped hands and a smile. "Customer, I heard there are True Fire Talismans for sale?"

Fang Chen smiled and nodded.

The rest of the transaction was straightforward. It was a simple trade anyway. After deducting the five thousand low-grade spirit stones for the talisman materials, there were still over fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones left. The total amount of spirit stones Fang Chen had increased from thirteen thousand to sixty-three thousand, which was quite a substantial amount.

Che Yuxuan was in a good mood. He'd naturally earn himself a bit of commission on this deal too. He escorted Fang Chen all the way to the door, and by now, the two had already become like brothers.

"Brother, if there's another opportunity like this in the future, remember to come find me," Che Yuxuan warmly said.

“Alright, alright,” said Fang Chen, nodding with a smile as he turned to leave.

On his way back to his chamber, Fang Chen noticed that the same cultivator from before had been following him discreetly. He didn't pay it much heed. However, not long after, several figures dashed toward him from the crowd, closing in on him.

These individuals clearly had their roles assigned, blocking off his path completely. Fang Chen had nowhere to hide.

Not far away, in a teahouse, several cultivators were sitting. One of them glanced through the window at Fang Chen and said with a faint smile, "Are you sure this person only stays in a Human-level room?"

"Boss, our people saw him coming out of the Human-level room. He's been in seclusion there for several months. Staying in such a chamber definitely means he doesn't have an impressive background," one person said in a low voice.

"That's good to hear."

The group fell silent, observing Fang Chen with ambiguous smiles.

Seeing several figures closing in on him, Fang Chen let out a soft sigh. He grabbed the nearest person and delivered a slap to his face.

There was an audible sound of bones cracking when Fang Chen's palm landed on his face. Half of the man's face collapsed, and blood flowed from his seven orifices, leaving him with half a breath.

The other figures seemed surprised that Fang Chen chose to initiate the fight. They stood there in shock, but their lack of movement didn't mean Fang Chen wouldn't deal with them.

Feeling like they had taken him for a pushover, Fang Chen wanted to see what kind of backing those pickpockets had.

He grabbed another person and repeated the action, knocking him to the floor with a slap. The remaining ones tried to escape, but they were no match for Fang Chen's speed, and he knocked them down one by one.

The injuries of the several individuals were almost identical, with half of their cheeks broken and blood flowing from their seven orifices. As soon as this happened, the surrounding cultivators immediately showed expressions of shock, stepping back and looking at Fang Chen with surprise.

There was a rule on the ship that private fights were not allowed. If one really wanted to fight, they had to go to the designated fighting arena. Violating this rule meant a fine! If one couldn't pay the fine, they would be thrown off the ship.

"Is this guy crazy? Why did he suddenly attack someone?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. Don't offend anyone for no reason. The ones he hit are not easy to deal with."

"Hmm? What's going on?"

Whispers and murmurs arose around, with some people recognizing the identity of the knocked-down cultivator as special. Some couldn't help but feel a sense of schadenfreude, as many cultivators on the ship had been cheated by this group of people before. They had refrained from causing trouble because they feared the background of this group, but now seeing them face a tough situation brought some satisfaction to the onlookers.

In the teahouse, the several cultivators looked at each other. The leader was shocked at what was happening. Shortly later, he spoke coldly. "Didn't they say he isn’t anyone important? How dare he act like this?"

His subordinates smiled bitterly. "Boss, we don't know either...."

The leader fell silent for a moment, then said calmly, "No matter, the young master has already bribed quite a few people. Since this cultivator dared to act like this, let's see if he can afford the fine."

As he finished speaking, a group of cultivators made their way through the crowd and approached Fang Chen.

The cultivator in the lead was a middle-aged man dressed in a profound black robe. He had a goatee.

He glanced at the injured cultivators on the ground, then frowned at Fang Chen. "Young master, did you do this to them?"

Fang Chen nodded. He had seen those guys once when he boarded the ship; they were the enforcers of the ship's order and underlings of the ship owner.

"You should know that private fights are not allowed here," the middle-aged man said coldly.

"Yes, there's a fine for private fights," Fang Chen nodded. "Three hundred for injuring someone, one thousand for causing death."

The middle-aged man's face darkened. "Even so, you did it still?"

Fang Chen smiled and suddenly crushed the skull of the cultivator in front of him. He then kicked and crushed the heads of the others.

Among the crowd, the cultivator who had the initial conflict with Fang Chen turned pale, his body dripping with cold sweat. Fortunately, he hadn't made a move earlier! Otherwise, he might have been one of those who were killed!

Fang Chen counted, "One, two, three, four, five.... Five people, five thousand. Here, take it."

He then handed over five thousand low-grade spirit stones to the middle-aged man, then turned and left.

The crowd was stunned, and they stared at Fang Chen in disbelief.

Who the hell is this guy?!

Even though he knew he would be fined, he still had the guts to kill five cultivators right before the eyes of the ship's enforcers. That wasn’t all! He even paid a fine of five thousand low-grade spirit stones like it was nothing!

He... He would be able to buy a high-grade, yellow-rank treasure with so many spirit stones! Even a Golden Core Realm cultivator wouldn't dare to waste spirit stones like this, right!?

The crowd looked at Fang Chen's departing figure, their eyes filled with curiosity and fear.

As Fang Chen disappeared from view, the middle-aged man finally reacted, staring blankly at the pile of spirit stones in front of him with a strange expression. Then, he glanced toward the tea house and instructed his subordinates, "Clean up the bodies."

With that, he turned and left with the spirit stones, not bothering to confront Fang Chen.

Inside the tea house, the leader of those criminals turned extremely grim. His fists were clenched tightly, and even the knuckles were turning white.

"He has a lot of guts, daring to kill our men!"

"We must deal with him! He can casually fork out five thousand pieces of low-grade spirit stones! He must have even more!"

"But... we seem unable to gauge his cultivation level...."

"Just a hidden treasure to conceal his aura. He's living in a Human-level room. How high can his cultivation level be? Is he at the peak of the Foundation Building Realm? It doesn’t matter though. With the young master, what is there to fear?!"

Everyone was discussing in whispers.

Their leader coldly interrupted, "Shut up!"

Everyone immediately zipped it.

Through the window, the leading cultivator stared at Fang Chen's departing figure with a gloomy expression. After a moment, he spoke faintly, "I will personally report this matter to the young master. During this period, keep a close eye on him. Don't slack off!"