The Supreme Wild Young Master-Chapter 578: People from the Broken Sword Sect_1

Zhang Xian looked at Fang Shaohua, his smile a bit eerie.

In life, one must have self-awareness. But this guy in front of him clearly lacked that.

Blood Soul stepped forward, glancing at the group coldly. From his slightly bloodshot eyes, two chills as if from the netherworld burst forth.

"Um..."

Fang Shaohua shivered and instinctively stepped back.

The slap yesterday at the restaurant had left a psychological shadow on him. This Big Head in front of him, he couldn’t handle. Such speed, he didn’t have time to react.

However, today he brought an Innate Realm expert from his family. No matter how awesome these people in front were, they wouldn’t dare to show off in front of an Innate Realm expert.

"Was it you who bullied my Fang family yesterday?"

An old man in casual clothes walked out. His look was icy, "Not bad. You have the guts to go against our Fang family. I admire your bravery."

Zhang Xian said nothing in response to the elder. Yet another person underestimating them.

There was no helping it. Even though they were not lacking in strength, they were also young. These two aspects were completely out of proportion. Without being able to gauge their strength, no one would think they were strong.

Mo Shaoyun, Jing Yi, Luo Shuining, and the other girls were also not interested in dealing with the Fang family. They hadn’t even bothered to look this way, they were currently chatting leisurely with each other.

They knew that these rubbish from the Fang family would not be able to show off in front of Zhang Xian. After all, he dared to challenge a Grandmaster.

"Um..." The old man felt a bit awkward when his showy opening statement didn’t get the response he’d expected.

His mouth twitched unnaturally a few times, then he clenched his teeth and raised his vice, bellowing, "Hey kids, did you not hear me? Are you all deaf or mute?"

"Blood Soul, make it quick. We’ll wait for you ahead." Zhang Xian told Blood Soul after laughing, then he embraced Mo Shaoyun’s thin waist and walked up the steps.

Blood Soul nodded, and looked at the elder.

"Um..." When the old man saw Zhang Xian and the group just left like that he was almost fuming.

Dammit, he was an Innate Realm expert, an elder-level figure in the Fang family, when had he ever been so disregarded? An Innate Realm expert was a domineering existence in this big city!

Snorting coldly, he took a step forward, intending to stop Zhang Xian and the others, determined to make the blasted brats pay a heavy price.

"Oh, those guys are in for it. The Fang family are not to be trifled with."

"Those guys really are charging in like greenhorns, ignorant of the existence of the Five Great Families in Huaxia."

"There’s about to be a good show."

The trade meeting in the Big Buddha Temple had already begun. Apart from a few pilgrims, there were also many Ancient Martial Arts Practitioners who had come for the meeting.

Seeing the old man already losing his temper, they all felt a chill on behalf of Zhang Xian and his group. The anger of an Innate Realm expert was not something ordinary people could withstand.

"Die, brat."

The elder took a step and crossed three to four meters and in a blink of an eye, he was behind Zhang Xian.

He knew that among the group, the leader was this handsome, but incredibly annoying person in front of him. Today, he would teach this guy the consequences of offending him.

"Whoosh..." Suddenly, there was a gust of wind.

The elder turned his head, his face instantly changing. From his side, a palm was swiftly approaching, carrying with it horrifying force.

"Whack..."

Just as the elder was about to dodge, the slap was already nearing, striking his face with unerring accuracy.

"Goddamn it..." The elder let out a roar.

However, his words were abruptly interrupted by the slap. His skinny body, under that tremendous force, flew sideways like a kite with a broken string and fell to the ground, unconscious.

An Innate Realm expert was knocked out with a single slap.

"Um..."

Everyone around was stunned, their mouths opening wide enough to jam a duck egg in.

"What’s going on?" Fang Shaohua and his group stared with eyes widened, unable to recover for a while.

Their Fang family elder, a dignified Innate Realm expert was knocked out by a slap? Could the scene be more dramatic?

Blood Soul glanced at Fang Shaohua and company, then without any intention of engaging further, turned around and jogged to catch up with Zhang Xian.

"That guy, his skill is really good."

Not far away, a middle-aged man in a monk’s robe smiled and said, "Able to knock out an Innate Realm expert with a single slap, even though it was a surprise, that requires the strength of the Peak Innate Realm."

Another monk nodded, "Yes, that guy’s strength is indeed surprising."

"Do you know the origins of these people? They don’t look familiar." the monk in the robe asked.

The other monk shook his head, "I’ve never seen them before. They probably come from some hidden master’s door and just came out recently. Otherwise, they wouldn’t possess such formidable strength."

"Yes, go check."

The man in the robe nodded, "Although our Big Buddha Temple does not compete with other sects, we still have to ensure our safety."

"Yes, I’ll go now." The monk nodded and turned to leave.

The cassock-clad man stood under a tree. After watching Zhang Xian and the others enter the Great Buddha Temple, he chuckled and turned to walk in another direction.

"Master, where is this trading location?"

After following the crowd into the Great Buddha Temple, Zhang Xian glanced around and noticed a large square ahead. There was a large hall in the square, no different from other temples.

If you had to point out a difference, it would be the grandeur of the architecture of the Great Buddha Temple.

"The trading location is behind the hill, I’ll lead you there." The old nun smiled and said, "Follow me. We still have a quite a way to walk."

Zhang Xian nodded and asked, "Do we need some sort of proof to enter?"

The old nun shook her head, "No, even non-ancient martial arts practitioners can enter. There are no restrictions on the trades."

"What about the auction? Are there any restrictions?" Zhang Xian asked again.

The old nun said, "Of course, there are restrictions on the auction, otherwise how could everyone fit? Whether buying or selling, you must apply in advance, and you must be from the ancient martial arts world. If you want to auction something, apply after the trade fair ends. The auction will stop accepting items twenty-four hours before it starts."

Zhang Xian nodded, following the old nun.

About half an hour later, after passing through several halls, they finally reached the back hill. A grand square large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people was bustling with activity.

Starting from the entrance, stalls were neatly lined up on both sides, with one every five meters. There were also many street vendors in the outer area.

"Quite a lot of people."

Zhang Xian chuckled and started browsing the stalls.

Holding Xiao Huo, Mo Shaoyun followed behind Zhang Xian, somewhat curious. Most of the items on the stalls were oddly peculiar, leaving her puzzled about their use.

"See anything you want to buy?" Zhang Xian turned and asked.

Mo Shaoyun shook her head, "No, and I don’t even understand what these items are for."

"Many of the items on these stalls are of no use. However, quite often, these seemingly useless items can bring surprises. Whether you can find something good depends on your luck and eye for quality." Zhang Xian chuckled and explained, "You have divine sense. You should know that some items hide many secrets that the naked eye can’t see."

Mo Shaoyun nodded, already aware of this.

Simply put, the trade fair and rummaging through the items share the same principle. Whether you can find something desirable depends solely on personal luck and discernment.

Compared to ordinary people, ancient martial arts practitioners have a much stronger sense of perception. If something hides something within, it will emit energy fluctuations, which ancient martial arts practitioners can perceive.

"Doesn’t seem like there’s anything good," Jing Yi said after looking for a while, sounding somewhat disappointed.

The old nun chuckled, "At a fair like this, do you really expect to stumble upon something good? Not everyone here is an ancient martial arts practitioner. Mostly, people think their items are unique and take them out to sell. Both sellers and buyers operate on luck. If someone takes interest in their wares, they’ll make a profit; if not, all their effort goes in vain."

"Zhang Xian, I think I sensed energy fluctuations," Mo Shaoyun suddenly whispered, pulling on Zhang Xian’s sleeve. "Up ahead, inside a broken sword."

Zhang Xian chuckled, "If you sensed it, I naturally did too."

"Ehm, you..."

Mo Shaoyun was a bit frustrated. Couldn’t this guy stop being so demoralizing? Was he belittling her just because she was a novice?

After rolling her eyes at Zhang Xian, she grumbled, "Someone over there is trying to buy that broken sword. Should we go take a look? Maybe there’s a secret hidden inside."

"That broken sword is useless to us."

Zhang Xian said, "Firstly, its energy fluctuation is weak. Moreover, the fluctuation is from a formation."

"I don’t quite understand," Mo Shaoyun shook her head.

Zhang Xian explained, "What I mean is that the broken sword is a damaged cultivator’s weapon with a very low grade. It’s of no use to us."

"I see!" Mo Shaoyun nodded, continuing to scan the stalls with her divine sense.

Whenever she came across something, she would consult Zhang Xian. Unfortunately, the few items with energy fluctuations were of no use to them. As for the other items, they were all junk.

Among the items, there were quite a few that perhaps an antique dealer would find interesting. Ancient martial arts practitioners didn’t care for the age of the object, only its value.

"Get out of my way..."

Suddenly, a bearded man shoved Zhang Xian aside and hastened onwards.

"Hey, what’s your problem?" Mo Shaoyun stepped forward, grabbing the bearded man’s clothes, and asked discontentedly, "Are you blind?"

The bearded man turned around and after a short moment of surprise asked, "Beautiful lady, are you talking to me?"

With a cold face, Mo Shaoyun said, "You just bumped into someone."

"So what?"

The bearded man chuckled and said, "Are you guys going to cause me trouble?"

Zhang Xian was about to say something.

This man was the middle-aged man who bought the broken sword earlier. He was presumably in his fifties and had achieved the Innate Realm. A pretty impressive talent.

With so many people at the trade fair, collisions were bound to happen. Zhang Xian didn’t feel the need to quarrel about it. However, since the man dared to bully Mo Shaoyun, that was something he couldn’t tolerate. He had to stand up for her.

"This guy belongs to the Broken Sword Sect. Don’t provoke him."

The old nun stopped Zhang Xian and said, "Furthermore, it’s forbidden to fight in the Great Buddha Temple. If you fight with him, you’ll offend two great sects."

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