Chapter 32

Chen Feng listened, and was startled, his back drenched in cold sweat.

He understood the old man's meaning, bowed his head, and respectfully thanked him: "Thank you, Senior, for your advice."

"Hmm." The old man nodded and waved his hand: "Since you are the disciple of an old friend, I have said a few more words. Quickly pack up and leave!"

"I haven't asked for your name, Elder." Chen Feng asked.

"I am Ancient Cicada." The old man smiled.

Chen Feng thanked him again and then left.

Leaving the Apothecary轩, Chen Feng saw a person walking towards him, the middle-aged man who had tried to lower the price at the shop earlier.

The middle-aged man, seeing that the cloth-wrapped item in Chen Feng's hand had disappeared, looked very displeased.

"Did you sell the item?" the middle-aged man asked coldly.

Chen Feng replied calmly: "Yes, I did."

"Having the audacity to sell something that Elder Chen wants to someone else, just wait, you will die a very ugly death." The middle-aged man said with malice.

Seeing Chen Feng come out of the Apothecary轩, he knew he would not get the black blood snake skin this time. If it were another shop, he might have dared to forcibly take it, but he did not dare to be rough here.

"I'll wait for your move." Chen Feng said with a cold smile.

The middle-aged man said angrily: "Fine, you wait."

Chen Feng ignored him and turned to leave.

The middle-aged man stared at his back, a trace of resentment flashing in his eyes.

"Chen Feng?"

Chen Feng was walking when he suddenly heard a clear voice from behind.

Chen Feng turned around and, recognizing the person, smiled: "Senior Sister Han."

A young girl walked towards him quickly.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, a bit older than Chen Feng, and tall, even taller than most men, and even taller than Chen Feng.

She wore a tight-fitting outfit, her long legs straight and slender, walking in a straight line like a pair of scissors cutting through the air, exuding a sense of efficiency and neatness.

Her face was not breathtakingly beautiful, but it was pretty, with a wild and natural beauty. She held a three-foot-long flexible whip in her hand, which swung back and forth.

Han Yuer, the daughter of Han Cong.

Han Yuer glanced at Chen Feng, frowned: "Why did you come here? You know how many people in the sect look down on you, why come to humiliate yourself?"

Chen Feng was not angry and smiled: "I just came to wander around."

"Don't wander around." Han Yuer said irritably: "I'll take you out, so you don't get into trouble."

She turned around and said coldly: "Let's go."

Chen Feng smiled and followed behind.

To be honest, Han Yuer and Chen Feng didn't have much of a relationship. She actually looked down on Chen Feng, but she didn't bully him. She appeared cold, but she wasn't a bad person.

Han Yuer didn't want to talk to Chen Feng and walked quickly ahead.

Passing by a stall, she seemed to see something, squatted down, and picked up an item to examine it.

Then she spoke to the stall owner, shook her head, and was about to put the item down and leave.

At this moment, the stall owner suddenly grabbed her clothes and said with a fake smile: "Little girl, you broke my spirit jade, and you want to leave?"

Han Yuer frowned and said coldly: "Don't accuse me falsely, who broke your spirit jade?"

"Is this not broken?" The stall owner pointed to the ground and shouted: "Everyone, come and judge! See if she broke my spirit jade!"

Following his finger, there was indeed something broken into two pieces on the stall, but it looked dusty and was clearly just an ordinary stone.

Han Yuer knew what she was dealing with.

In the outer sect market, there were many people like this,专门讹诈别人. Breaking a piece of ordinary stone could make you pay a piece of spirit jade.

Moreover, they usually had high martial skills. The people they extorted not only couldn't defend themselves, but also couldn't fight back, and would end up being beaten and losing a lot of money, a miserable sight.

"Let go!" Han Yuer's brows furrowed with a fierce look.

The one holding Han Yuer's clothes was a thin, white-robed man in his thirties. He smiled lecherously: "I won't let go, what can you do to me?"

"Pretty girl, how about this, either you pay me a hundred low-grade spirit stones as compensation, or you spend a few weeks with me!"

He laughed lecherously.

A whip flashed, and Han Yuer's whip struck the white-robed man's face. The white-robed man had no time to dodge and was directly thrown away by the whip.

A terrifying wound appeared on his face, an inch deep, with flesh torn and bones exposed, one eye completely burst.

The onlookers around all drew in a breath of cold air.

This long-legged girl had a fiery temper and a ruthless hand. The white-robed man, who had a cultivation level of the third stage of the Later Heaven realm, was directly thrown away by her whip.

The white-robed man clutched his face and screamed in pain. Han Yuer turned to Chen Feng and said: "Let's go, quickly."

"Hit my man and want to leave? There's no such cheap thing in this world." A rough voice sounded.

A burly man walked out from a nearby shop. He was about two meters tall, extremely muscular, with muscles bulging as if they were about to burst.