Chapter 44

"Please, please, please, everything for the stewed meat, all for the stewed meat!!!!"

Inside the Qing Shuang City, the houses were arranged in a circular pattern. The outermost layer was inhabited by ordinary civilians, the second layer by martial artists, the third layer by major families, the fourth layer by the offices of various sects in Qing Shuang City, and the fifth layer was the City Lord's residence.

The Tian Bao Pavilion was located in the third layer, the martial artist area. Its main clientele were martial artists, and it often had some high-quality items, which even the people from major families and sects paid close attention to.

There was a clear difference between the civilian area and the martial artist area. The style of the houses here was clearly a notch higher than outside, and the city guard frequently patrolled the streets. After all, the families of martial artists lived here, and the city guard was part of the supporting facilities when buying a property here.

Similarly, the price of a property here was exorbitant.

On one of the most bustling streets in the city, a five-story building stood tall and prominent.

"Sir, that's the Tian Bao Pavilion!"

The carriage driver pointed to the five-story building.

"Oh!" Ye Feng stood on the carriage, looked at the building, and nodded.

Indeed, the Tian Bao Pavilion looked very impressive from the outside, standing there like a crane among chickens. Moreover, the Tian Bao Pavilion covered a vast area, roughly the size of a stadium, which is why it was considered the largest and most historically significant trading house in Qing Shuang City.

At the entrance of the Tian Bao Pavilion, several men in tight-fitting clothes stood guard.

"Second-stage martial artists?" Ye Feng's eyebrows slightly raised as he looked at these men, muttering to himself.

Second-stage martial artists guarding the door, this was definitely beyond his understanding. Previously, a quasi-martial artist was considered high and mighty in his eyes, but here, second-stage martial artists were guarding the door? The shock was unimaginable.

Similarly, he now realized that being a third-stage martial artist was nothing special, and he needed to continue to strive, which made Ye Feng's mindset instantly calm down.

"Sir, welcome to the Tian Bao Pavilion!" As Ye Feng walked through the door of the Tian Bao Pavilion, a clerk-like person came forward.

"Peak quasi-martial artist!" The moment Ye Feng saw the clerk, he understood his stage. Moreover, the clerk looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, and although he was already an adult, reaching the peak of a quasi-martial artist at this age was quite rare.

"Sir, may I ask, are you here to buy or sell?" The clerk glanced at the large bundle of straw on Ye Feng's back and politely asked.

In fact, at this moment, he had already looked down on Ye Feng a bit. Wearing coarse clothes and carrying a large bundle of straw, Ye Feng looked like a poor person from the mountains.

If it weren't for the rules of the store, he would have ignored Ye Feng long ago.

"Haha, Brother Yue, look, isn't that the waste?"

Before Ye Feng could answer the clerk, a somewhat arrogant laugh suddenly came from the side.

Hearing this voice, Ye Feng's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he turned his head to look.

"Zhang Fang?" When Ye Feng saw the person laughing arrogantly, he recognized him as one of the Zhang family disciples he had met on his first mission in this world.

However, at this moment, only Zhang Fang and Zhang Yue were present, along with another martial artist whose name Ye Feng did not know.

"Hehe, it really is. What? Kid, the Tian Bao Pavilion isn't a vegetable market. Did you come to sell a pile of straw? Are you crazy? Oh, I remember, you're just a piece of trash from the Flying Tiger Team. Straw might be a good thing to you!"

Seeing Ye Feng turn his head, Zhang Fang spoke again.

"Zhang Fang, that's not right. Even if he's a waste, he's a waste at the sixth level of Body Tempering..."

As Zhang Fang finished speaking, Zhang Yue glanced at Ye Feng with disdain and said with a faint sneer.

"Haha, right, right, Brother Yue is right, a 'high-level' expert at the sixth level of Body Tempering! The top of the Flying Tiger Team!" Zhang Fang felt superior when facing Ye Feng, especially since Ye Feng was a waste with severed meridians.

"Zhang Fang, did you eat shit this morning? Why is your mouth so foul?" Hearing Zhang Fang's words, Ye Feng also sneered.

When it came to sharp-tongued remarks, Ye Feng was confident he could match anyone, after all, in his previous life, he was just a young man in his twenties.

"......Waste, you're asking for death!"

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Zhang Fang's breathing paused, his face turned red, and he drew his sword, pointing it at Ye Feng and roaring.

Unlike Zhang Fang, Zhang Yue just had a dark expression.

"Zhang Fang, this is the Tian Bao Pavilion, please be mindful!"

The moment Zhang Fang drew his sword, the clerk beside Ye Feng stepped forward, blocking Ye Feng and said with a cold face.

"Zhang Fang, put your sword away. This is Qing Shuang City. Do you think he can run away?"

Hearing the clerk's words, Zhang Yue's eyes narrowed slightly, and he reached out to stop Zhang Fang.

Seeing this, Ye Feng inwardly sighed. A quasi-martial artist dared to stand up to two young masters from major families, and these young masters were even first and second-stage martial artists. This showed the power of the Tian Bao Pavilion.

"Kid, if you have the guts, stay in the Tian Bao Pavilion forever!" Hearing Zhang Yue's words, Zhang Fang pointed at Ye Feng and said, then the two turned and left the Tian Bao Pavilion.

For them, Ye Feng just smiled faintly and said nothing.

The rules of the Tian Bao Pavilion were clear: no one could use violence here. Once inside the Tian Bao Pavilion, one was under its protection.

This rule had been in place for a long time. At first, some people tried to challenge it, but they were all eliminated by the Tian Bao Pavilion. An elder from a major family in Qing Shuang City once came to cause trouble but was eliminated by a manager of the Tian Bao Pavilion. Moreover, two hidden elders from the Tian Bao Pavilion went to that family the same day, and no one knew what happened, but that family began to decline and is now a minor family in Qing Shuang City.

Since then, no one has dared to cause trouble in the Tian Bao Pavilion.

"Sir, are you here to sell or buy?"

After Zhang Fang and Zhang Yue left, the clerk turned to Ye Feng and asked again.

Although he had learned from Zhang Fang and Zhang Yue about Ye Feng's background and felt a bit disdainful, he still asked politely.

Not to mention the sixth level of Body Tempering, even the ninth level was insignificant in the eyes of quasi-martial artists or martial artists. If not for the Tian Bao Pavilion, he would not even bother with Ye Feng, even if Ye Feng's current combat strength was higher than his.

Body Tempering was not recognized by orthodox martial cultivation, and in their view, Body Tempering practitioners had no future.

"Thank you for your help, I'm here to sell something!"

Hearing this, Ye Feng also politely replied.

"Sir, you're joking. In the Tian Bao Pavilion, no one can use violence. Of course, once you leave the Tian Bao Pavilion, we have no obligation..." Seeing Ye Feng's politeness, the clerk pondered for a moment and subtly reminded him.

Ye Feng, who was no fool, understood and bowed in gratitude.

Seeing Ye Feng's understanding, the clerk's face showed a hint of a smile and said, "Sir, what do you want to sell?"

"Brother, you're too polite. I'm looking for Fangzheng, 'Senior Fang!' He promised to take my items!" Ye Feng politely replied.

"What? Who are you looking for?"

The clerk was not paying much attention at first, as he already knew Ye Feng's identity, so even if he was selling something, it would not be valuable, especially since Ye Feng was carrying a bundle of straw. However, when Ye Feng spoke, his heart suddenly trembled, and he exclaimed in surprise.

"Fangzheng, Senior Fang!"

When the clerk heard that he had not misheard, his heart trembled again.

Fangzheng's affairs in Qing Shuang City were known to only a few people, so when Ye Feng said this, he instinctively believed it. If he had not helped Fangzheng clean the yard, he would not have known.

Thinking about this, he looked Ye Feng up and down, trying to see if there was anything different about him. After all, who was Ye Feng? He was from the 'Flying Tiger Team,' the lowest of the low, sometimes even lower than civilians. Now, he was looking for the high and mighty Fangzheng?

"Sir, I'm sorry, I can't make this decision. Please wait a moment!"

Now, regardless of whether it was true or not, he had to report it. Although he believed it was true, he did not dare to believe it.

After all, even the City Lord might not be received by Fangzheng.

Soon, a man in his fifties walked over, and the clerk followed behind him.

"Brother, hello. I am the manager here, Zhou Wu. Are you looking for Senior Fang?" The middle-aged man walked over and politely said to Ye Feng.

It was not yet certain, so he was very polite. If Ye Feng was lying, he would not let him leave Qing Shuang City.