Cultivation Begins with Skill Points-Chapter 108 I Don’t Care Who You Are

"Who is that monk?"

Zhong Lin curiously asked.

"I don’t recognize him, but the hand skill he just used is the Great Vajra Palm. That’s martial arts from Hanshan Temple, so he should be a monk from there."

Mei Weixuan stroked his chin and casually said.

"Young master, that person is called Chenguang, an outcast disciple from Hanshan Temple, Sixth Grade Qi Blood Realm martial arts cultivation. It’s said he was expelled for his love of killing, completely unlike a monk. His Great Vajra Palm is incredibly powerful."

Erxi explained from the side.

"Forget him, let’s hurry to Baixiang Tower! I’m practically marinated in my own sweat here," Mei Weixuan said impatiently.

Then he directly stepped forward and walked away.

Zhong Lin lowered his head and sniffed himself, catching a whiff of a sour stench.

Due to previously staying to buy the Five Poisons, they had been rushing without much rest for the past few days, and their bodies were already reeking. Even Zhong Lin found it unbearable and just wanted a hot bath to wash away the grime.

Suddenly, the sound of galloping hooves came from ahead.

"Get out of the way, move!"

In the distance, two swift horses charged through the crowded street.

The street itself wasn’t wide, further occupied by vendors on both sides. Pedestrians bustled around, some carelessly knocked to the ground.

A child of about four or five years old, possibly lost, stood in the middle of the street as the horse charged at him without any intention of stopping.

Zhong Lin frowned, reached his right hand to his waist, then suddenly swung it.

The White Python Whip turned into a flash of white, wrapping around the child’s waist in a split second, pulling him into Zhong Lin’s palm.

The galloping horse advanced, colliding head-on with the leading Mei Weixuan.

"Get out of the way."

Mei Weixuan’s face darkened, his previously moving foot halting, and he struck a palm towards the charging horse.

Bang!

With the sound of a horse’s neigh, the horse fell down from the strike, while the rider quickly leaped off.

"Damn it, who injured my horse? Do you know who I am?"

The rider brandished his whip, swinging it towards Mei Weixuan’s face.

Mei Weixuan caught the whip with his hand, and no matter how the man struggled, he couldn’t pull it away.

His eyes filled with danger as he looked at the man in front of him: "Go ask your mother who you are, do you know who I am?"

"You..."

At this moment, the person on the other horse called out to his enraged companion, taking a good look at Mei Weixuan.

Although Mei Weixuan appeared dusty and disheveled, upon closer inspection, his complexion was fair, his aura elegant, and his attire extremely meticulous, unlike any ordinary Jianghu person.

"Please, young master, forgive us. We were in a hurry and collided with you, hoping you might excuse us."

"Why waste words with him, daring to provoke members of the Heavenly Dragon Gang, courting death."

With that, he abandoned the whip and drew a long knife from his waist to slash at Mei Weixuan.

The slash was powerful and fast, as if intending to decapitate Mei Weixuan in one stroke.

Mei Weixuan’s eyes flashed with cold light, as he swiftly reached out and caught the sharp blade with bare hands.

Slash!

A clear sound rang out, and the attacker’s eyes widened in disbelief.

His unstoppable slash was caught barehanded, seemingly without effort. His hands firmly held the blade without the slightest movement, making it impossible to withdraw no matter how hard he tried.

Bang!

The large knife was crushed like paper in Mei Weixuan’s hand, turning into a crumpled mass of scrap iron.

"Nice knife, shame your blade skill is too weak, and you’re quite lousy too," Mei Weixuan coldly remarked.

"Catching a steel knife with bare hands, turning iron into mush."

The two men’s expressions went pale instantly.

Only Martial Artists in the Middle Third Grades, who have condensed Qi-blood, could achieve such a feat. It was clear that the young man before them was an exalted Martial Artist in the Middle Third Grades.

"Have mercy, young master, we are..."

Realizing they’d kicked a steel plate, they quickly pleaded for mercy, pointing to the force backing them.

Whizz!

Mei Weixuan’s fingers twitched, splitting the scrap metal in his hands in two, piercing through the void, and hitting the foreheads of the two men.

With a muffled sound, a blood hole appeared on each man’s forehead, blood mixed with brain matter seeping out.

They dropped to the ground dead without a scream.

"I don’t care who the hell you are."

Zhong Lin, having witnessed the entire scene, sighed in his heart.

Mei Weixuan, always joking and jesting, seemed carefree but was actually proud and aloof, reaching the Fifth Grade Inner Strengthening Realm at such a young age. Ordinary men couldn’t catch his attention.

After setting down the child, the mother quickly found her, and she kneeled to thank Zhong Lin.

Zhong Lin promptly helped the mother and child up, shaking his head, "Wuyun City is going to be chaotic these days. Keep a close eye on the child, and leave for a while if you can."

"Yes, yes, thank you, benefactor, thank you."

Not minding the two corpses on the ground, the three continued towards Baixiang Tower.

The pedestrians on either side were unfazed; fighting and dying had become commonplace these days—not worth noting.

Shortly, the three arrived at Baixiang Tower. After catching up, Zhong Lin and Mei Weixuan went upstairs to freshen up, emerging revitalized after half an hour.

"Zhong Lin, shall we visit Treasure Pavilion?"

"Isn’t the auction starting tomorrow?" Zhong Lin asked in confusion.

"The auction does start tomorrow, but it doesn’t mean we can’t go in and buy things now. Only the best items are kept for tomorrow’s auction. Want to wander around? It’s said there are many good things in Treasure Pavilion, and why not explore on a rainy day when there’s nothing else to do. Maybe we’ll find some treasures!" Mei Weixuan tempted.

Putting down his teacup, Zhong Lin, truthfully, was curious as well.

"Let’s go."

Treasure Pavilion had built a huge auction hall three months in advance in the south of the city for the upcoming auction.

The auction hall wasn’t yet open, but a five-story wooden building nearby bustled with Jianghu figures and some well-dressed dignitaries coming and going.

Orderly, unlike the chaos on the streets earlier.

Not out of rule-following but fear.

Treasure Pavilion was more than a guild; its powerful influence deterred any trouble.

"Greetings, gentlemen. Are you here to sell or to buy something at Treasure Pavilion?"

As soon as Zhong Lin and Mei Weixuan entered, a disciple with "Treasure" embroidered on their chest approached.

The disciple’s eyes flashed sharply, his physical aura robust, broad and burly, clearly a Seventh Grade Martial Artist skilled in Bone Training.

Such a realm could open a Martial Arts School in Black Mountain County, yet at Treasure Pavilion, he was merely a reception disciple, showcasing the guild’s mighty prowess.

"Selling some things, and buying some things too."

Mei Weixuan stepped forward, raised his hand, and Qi-blood brewed in his palm, the scorching aura enveloping the surroundings.

"Ah! A Middle Third Grade martial artist!"

The Treasure Pavilion disciple’s face turned more respectful instantly.

"Honored guest, please."