Chapter 86

Today, the ancient city of Wanggu is particularly lively, or rather, the city gate is lively, with people brawling.

When Zhao Yun arrived, the city gate was already crowded with people, a sea of black heads, and even the city walls were filled with people.

Looking at the fighters, they were two young men: one in black and one in white.

"It's him."

Zhao Yun's large eyes scanned the scene, and he recognized the one in white. Wasn't this the disheveled young man who had chased him with a speed talisman but accidentally hit a rock? Today, he was dressed neatly, at least not as disheveled, and he was sober. His wild and unrestrained demeanor was fully displayed in the fight, his movements were mysterious and graceful like the wind, and the secret techniques he used were unheard of, complemented by his special bloodline, making his attacks extremely powerful.

After shifting his gaze from the disheveled young man, he glanced at the young man in black. In terms of cultivation, aura, and bloodline, he was no less than the disheveled one.

The two fought evenly, and the spectators' eyes sparkled, their cheers growing louder and louder.

"Whose offspring is this? I've never seen him before." A latecomer asked curiously, standing on tiptoe to look.

"You must be ignorant!" An elder stroked his beard and pointed at the two fighters, "The one in white is Lin Xie, the young master of the Tianyang Clan; the one in black is Yin Hun, the young master of the Heiyan Clan."

"These two always fight when they meet." Many people sighed, "The two families have old grudges, and they fight wherever they go."

"I heard they didn't come to our ancient city of Wanggu for the auction, but to propose marriage."

"Propose marriage?"

"To the eldest daughter of the Liu family!" An informed person said, hands in his sleeves, "A once-in-a-thousand-years celestial body, and a disciple of the Heavenly Sect. She's a hot commodity wherever she goes. All the major clans have young men coming, ostensibly for the auction, but actually to propose marriage."

"In my opinion, Lin Xie is a better match. The celestial sun and the celestial body are a perfect match."

"Whichever one it is, Liu Cangkong will be overjoyed. He already has a good reputation, and this will only make it better."

There were many discussions, with people chattering away. The fight was intense, and the spectators were equally enthusiastic.

Zhao Yun remained silent, a spectator and a listener. He had no special expression. Compared to Liu Ruyue, he was more interested in Lin Xie and Yin Hun. Both had special bloodlines and were not ordinary Eighth Stage True Spirit Realm cultivators. If they really fought, without using explosive talismans, he would find it very difficult to win.

Not to mention, he only had one arm left.

"Hidden dragons and tigers."

Zhao Yun muttered, looking around. There were many young men, and he saw the young lord of Canglang City, Han Ming, and the young lord of Chiyang City, Yuwen Hao. There were also others with even more concealed auras, most likely here to propose marriage, taking the opportunity to watch the show. A few of them were restless, eager to join the fray and practice their skills.

Besides them, there was Bai Rimei.

That little girl was still obsessed with money. Everyone was watching the big fight, but she was counting her silver coins with her small money bag.

Zhao Yun understood that Bai Rimei was a real tough one. Neither Lin Xie nor Yin Hun could match her. She had innate strength and a powerful physical body. In the True Spirit Realm, few could withstand her delicate little fists.

Next to Bai Rimei was an even more eye-catching figure, a small, plump boy, completely black, yes... Niu Hong.

That little black boy was particularly focused, a loyal spectator.

"What did he eat to grow like that?"

Many people looked at him with strange eyes. The old folks had particularly deep gazes. His black skin wasn't from the sun; he must have a special bloodline, just not awakened yet.

In summary, hidden dragons and tigers.

This was also shown by the small spirit pearl, with various lights flashing. There were many Eighth Stage True Spirit Realm cultivators and no shortage of Earth Concealment Realm cultivators.

"A bunch of little brats, really noisy."

While watching, he suddenly heard a young voice.

It sounded familiar.

Zhao Yun subconsciously turned his head and looked down. A child, about five or six years old, chubby, was hugging a wine gourd, looking quite comical.

He recognized this person. It was the purple-haired child he had met in the black market of Canglang City. He had bought his spatial bag from this child. Despite his young appearance, he was actually an Eighth Stage True Spirit Realm cultivator. He had asked the Moon Goddess about it, and it turned out the child had taken a youth-preserving pill, which had made him revert to a child.

"This bag, why does it look so familiar!"

The purple-haired child rubbed his chin, looked at the spatial bag hanging from Zhao Yun's waist, and then looked up at Zhao Yun.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yun was wearing a black robe, and his face was not visible. Only his one arm was noticeable.

As he looked, he fell down.

To be precise, he was stepped on and fell flat on his face.

"Being short, don't go to crowded places! See, you got stepped on!"

Tsking sounds followed.

Zhao Yun glanced sideways and saw a familiar face. It was the fat old man who had been scared away by him the night he pretended to be a Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator. He was a genuine Earth Concealment Peak cultivator, and he had stepped on the purple-haired child, whether intentionally or not. The force was considerable, like stepping on a cigarette butt. Zhao Yun, being the closest, could hear the bones crack.

"You old bastard."

The purple-haired child cursed, completely embedded in the mud. Zhao Yun and the surrounding people winced and tsked. Even if they weren't the ones suffering, it looked painful.

"Boring."

The fat old man sneered, hands in his sleeves, and walked away. He had no interest in watching the young men fight. He pushed through the crowd and entered the ancient city of Wanggu, looking for someone to practice on. Someone was about to be unlucky, as a genuine Earth Concealment Peak cultivator, no one except a Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator could match him.

"Come, help me up."

The purple-haired child got up, covered in dirt, and held onto Zhao Yun's leg, spitting out blood. His nose and face were bruised, and it was clear he had been beaten by the fat old man many times.

"Can still stand up."

Zhao Yun tsked. If he had been stepped on, he would have been a puddle of flesh.

Bang!

As he spoke, the purple-haired child fell again, stepped on by a foot. Judging by the size of the foot, it belonged to a woman, with delicate and graceful feet.

"This one is even worse."

Zhao Yun coughed and glanced sideways.

When he saw her, he almost ran away.

Indeed, it was a familiar face.

It was the red-clothed woman who had chased him last night. The world was small; he could run into her anywhere.

"Oh? There's someone here!"

The red-clothed woman was surprised, quickly moving her foot. The surrounding people tsked.

She had already stepped on him and was pretending to be surprised. They had seen it with their own eyes. A foot had come straight for the child amidst so many people. How did she aim so accurately?

She wasn't a good girl.

Zhao Yun didn't speak, but his expression clearly conveyed this judgment. The red-clothed woman seemed to have a violent tendency and probably knew the purple-haired child.

"Boring."

The red-clothed woman sneered, took a step, and glanced at Zhao Yun before leaving. She felt a sense of familiarity but couldn't see his face clearly. She disappeared into the crowd and entered the ancient city of Wanggu.

"Chi Yan, what did I do to you?"

The purple-haired child got up again, holding his waist, limping, wiping his nose, and cursing. The fat old man stepping on him was understandable, as he was an Earth Concealment Peak cultivator, but they were of the same level. Why did she step on him just because he was short?

Exactly because you're short!

The surrounding people lectured him. They were glad they had been observant; otherwise, they might have stepped on him too. The fat old man was right; being short, he shouldn't go to crowded places. One slip, and he would be stepped on.

"Chi Yan, a good name."

Zhao Yun muttered, recalling the events of the previous day. The scene of her falling into the water was quite... alluring. He hadn't seen it, and no one would believe it.

But it was a coincidence, a pure coincidence.

"What are you looking at?"

"What are you going to do if you're not satisfied? Come and fight!"

"Heh..."

The city gate was still lively, with more people and more curses. Many had come for the auction and to propose marriage, and some had old grudges, like Lin Xie and Yin Hun, ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

Accompanied by curses, more fights broke out. They were all young and reckless, each with an opponent, fighting fiercely.

From the city wall, it looked like a group fight.

Eh?

Many people on the city wall exclaimed. On the wall, a beautiful figure stood, calm and indifferent, like a fairy on a cloud, with a cold and proud demeanor.

It was Liu Ruyue.

She was also a spectator, standing on the wall, the most noticeable one, drawing everyone's attention.

Her presence made the young men from the major clans even more excited, fighting even harder. They were genuinely there for the auction, but also to propose marriage. With the heroine present, they wanted to show off, letting Liu Ruyue see how good they were at fighting. They all performed exceptionally, showing their full potential.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The fighting was intense, and the crowd had to keep moving back as the fighting area expanded.

It was a big fight, and some were bleeding.

Despite this, they fought fiercely, as if they had a deep grudge.

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

The spectators tsked. Men were a strange breed, becoming war gods to impress girls.

But to be fair, Liu Ruyue's life was not in vain. So many young men from major clans were fighting for her, and the respect she received was immense.

Indeed, this was the case.

The proud and cold celestial beauty now felt a sense of... unprecedented achievement. The feeling of being the center of attention was truly wonderful.

"Little money lover, can you beat her?"

Niu Hong poked Bai Rimei with his small hand.

"Probably... can."

Bai Rimei replied, head down.

This "probably" made Niu Hong's heart skip a beat. He knew how strong Bai Rimei was, but this response suggested she wasn't confident.

This alone proved Liu Ruyue's strength. A once-in-a-thousand-years celestial body was not to be underestimated.

Below, Zhao Yun had already turned away, coming and going unnoticed.