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"Big Brother." Zhang Tai, standing to the side, was also anxious. This Sun Blood Grass was something that he and his sister had worked hard to obtain, and now watching someone else take it away was truly disheartening.
"Are you three trying to take the Sun Blood Grass back?" Wang Yi feigned a look of sudden realization.
Zhang Wanyou looked at Wang Yi with her dark eyes, appearing pitiful and unable to meet his gaze. She slowly approached, her fair hands tugging at the hem of her clothes. "I know you saved us this time, but the Sun Blood Grass is really important to my big brother. I am willing to exchange something else for it." She glanced at Wang Yi, seeing that he wasn't angry, and continued, "Could you... could you consider it?"
"Sure." Wang Yi replied.
"Really... really?" Zhang Wanyou raised her head upon hearing this, her eyes wide in disbelief as she looked at Wang Yi.
Zhang Xuan Brother hurried over and asked, "Brother Wang, is that true?"
"Yes, but I don't know what you plan to exchange with me?" Wang Yi nodded and asked casually. Although the Sun Blood Grass was precious, he was already at the Second Peak, and only needed an opportunity to break through to the third level. Thus, the Sun Blood Grass wasn't that important to him. Besides, having one more friend and one less enemy was always a good thing.
"This..." Zhang Xuan opened his mouth, pondering what they could offer in exchange for Wang Yi. It was known that the Sun Blood Grass was incredibly valuable; it could enhance one's cultivation level and was worth its weight in gold, not to mention it was rare and hard to come by.
Both Zhang Wanyou and Zhang Tai were stumped, nervously looking at Zhang Xuan.
"What's wrong? Are you three not planning to make an exchange?" Wang Yi smiled.
Zhang Xuan was startled and quickly waved his hand, saying, "The Sun Blood Grass is extremely precious; we truly don't know what we could use to exchange with Brother Wang."
"You can just give me a thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones." Wang Yi said casually.
"Ah! Brother Wang, are you serious?" Zhang Xuan asked excitedly. It was known that a mature Sun Blood Grass could sell for tens of thousands of Medium-Grade Origin Stones at an auction.
"What? Are you unwilling?" Wang Yi asked.
"No... no." The three of them looked at Wang Yi's cold gaze and were all startled. They quickly took out a Storage Bag from their waists and retrieved a thousand Medium-Grade Origin Stones, handing them over to Wang Yi.
Wang Yi accepted the Yuan Stone and handed over the Sun Blood Grass.
"Thank you, Brother Wang." Zhang Xuan, fearing he might damage the Sun Blood Grass, took out a brocade box and carefully placed the Sun Blood Grass inside before putting it into his Storage Bag. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief.
Seeing Zhang Xuan's demeanor, Wang Yi couldn't help but laugh and said, "Farewell."
"Big brother, that person is so rude." Zhang Wanyou frowned slightly at Wang Yi's receding figure, clearly displeased.
"Alright, it's already not easy to bring it back, and besides, he did save us," Zhang Xuan sighed.
"Big brother, do you really think Su Hai dares to kill us? Hmph, I think they are just trying to scare us," Zhang Tai retorted.
"Hmph, he may not dare, but at least he dares to seriously injure us. Don't forget, in half a month is the Three Clans Competition. If we lose, then sister..." Zhang Xuan looked affectionately at his sister and sighed deeply without finishing his sentence, looking dejected. "It's all Big Brother's fault for being useless."
"Big brother, please stop." Zhang Wanyou's vision blurred as two crystal-like tears fell onto her fair cheeks, trickling down her chin. Her lively eyes turned red, resembling a rain-soaked pear blossom, evoking pity...
As dusk fell in the western region, the wind rose and swirled. The crimson sunlight spilled onto the official road as if dyeing the ground with a layer of fresh blood, exuding a sense of desolation.
A young man of seventeen or eighteen hurried from afar, dust swirling around his feet. Sweat covered his forehead as he gasped for breath. This person was none other than Wang Yi.
At that moment, a massive shadow appeared before Wang Yi on the wide horizon, resembling a colossal creature crouching on the ground or an ancient ferocious beast with unmatched momentum.
Rong City had stood here for over a hundred years. It was the third largest city in Xiangzhou Prefecture, towering over five zhang high and built entirely of black bricks. In the setting sun, it exuded an air of desolation and grandeur, like an elderly man in twilight.
Wang Yi stood before the city for a long time, unable to regain his senses. The immense structure brought him great shock; although Kaiyang Sect was only dozens of miles from Liangxiang City, he had never been there before. Thus, this was Wang Yi's first time seeing such a large city.
"Make way! Those in front quickly step aside!"
"Return of the Overlord, clear the way for the common folk."
Suddenly, a loud and arrogant shout echoed.
"Everyone in front, get out of the way for the Country Bumpkin!"
Hearing this, Wang Yi frowned and turned around to see a large group galloping towards him. Dozens of riders formed a massive black shadow, Dark Horse leaping and roaring, the sound of hooves pounding against the ground was incessant, dust swirling up from the earth as if it were trembling.
"Ah, everyone hurry and make way, the Overlord of the He Family is back."
At the city gate, sighs, curses, and fearful voices rose and fell, but all cleared a path.
An old man with a face full of wrinkles saw Wang Yi standing motionless at the city gate and thought he was stunned by the commotion. He hurriedly said, "Young man, come quickly, the Overlord is back." When he mentioned the word "Overlord," a look of fear crossed his old face.
Wang Yi looked at the Black Knight galloping towards him and decided that it was better to avoid trouble, so he stepped aside.
In an instant, the once lively scene fell silent. The crowded city tower was now empty, with a gentle breeze blowing and dust swirling. The black shadow grew closer, and the sound of hooves striking the ground became increasingly thunderous.
"Sir, who is this Overlord?" Wang Yi asked the elderly man beside him.
"You may not know this, young master, but this Overlord is Heber Fu from the He Family," the old man replied. Though he was old, he spoke with vigor. "This Overlord has trained in martial arts and possesses immense strength. At just ten years old, he could lift a cauldron and took pleasure in battle, challenging warriors everywhere. That's why he is nicknamed Overlord; he is the strongest youth in Rong City."
"Is he really that formidable?" Wang Yi was slightly surprised. In the Outer Sect, Niu Meng was known for his strength alone, but to be able to lift a cauldron at ten years old meant his power surpassed Niu Meng by several times. However, it was unclear how strong he was now.
Clop! Clop! Clop!
The sound of hooves swallowed all other noises; it resonated like the heartbeat of the earth itself, striking at everyone's hearts. Children hid in their mothers' arms while those braver among them cried out loud.
Accompanied by a loud, boisterous laugh, a vague black shadow appeared before him.
Wang Yi turned to look in the direction of the sound and saw that the Black Knight had over thirty riders, each strong and powerful, with piercing eyes, skin as dark as coal, clad in black armor, and wielding long spears. It was clear they were warriors.
On their horses lay the dead bodies of ferocious beasts such as the Black-striped Tiger, the Ring-eyed Golden Snake, and the Three-Tailed Weasel.
Leading the group was a burly young man, around eighteen or nineteen years old, at the fifth level of the Earth Spirit Realm. He wore a tiger-headed helmet, and as the setting sun illuminated the tiger head, it appeared vivid and terrifying. He raised his whip with a crack, striking it against the horse's rear. The Dark Horse let out a roar and galloped forward like a streak of black lightning.
The young man had a broad forehead and wide face, a robust build, eyebrows like red gold, and eyes like those of a tiger, exuding an imposing presence.
With a rush...
As a cloud of dust rose before Wang Yi, Heber Fu led the charge into the city. Dozens of riders shouted joyfully as they laughed and rode away.
As the dust settled, the townspeople slowly began to move into the city like waves parting. Wang Yi merged into the crowd and entered Rong City.
Looking around gave Wang Yi a great shock; Rong City was vast, divided into four major districts: east, west, south, and north. The streets were wide, about three zhang (approximately ten meters) across, paved with hard gray-black granite.
This was Wang Yi's first time seeing such a large city with so many shops and goods. As he walked along, he was dazzled by the sights and overwhelmed by what he saw.
"Rong City is this big; how large must Xiangcheng be?" Wang Yi exclaimed in amazement.
About ten meters behind Wang Yi stood a middle-aged man with a gaunt face casually surveying the goods on either side. His gaze occasionally fell on Wang Yi, revealing a hint of sinister light.
The man appeared to be in his thirties, wrapped tightly in coarse gray clothing. His hands were curled up in his sleeves as he hunched over his body, seemingly cold.
Time passed quickly; the sun had set in the west. The last rays of light from the ground disappeared with the arrival of night. A few bright stars appeared sparsely in the sky, and the bright moon emitted its luminous glow like a pearl plate, shining brightly.
As the colors of dusk deepened, Wang Yi entered an inn. The lean man who had followed him finally stopped, yawned, and complained, "This is just a country bumpkin; what is there to track?" With that, he vanished into the night.
Inside the inn, the decor was elegant, with tables and chairs fully arranged.
Wang Yi sat cross-legged on the bed, his face calm as he slowly closed his eyes, concentrating his spirit and merging into unity.
Third-Rank Martial Arts: Furious Fist!
This Fist Technique emphasizes power, utilizing the body's strength to unleash its maximum potential. Once executed, it can lightly injure or fatally harm an opponent, with the control of force being managed by the practitioner.
What surprised Wang Yi was that this set of Fist Techniques could generate a slight Sonic Wave attack, which could serve to disrupt enemies during combat.
At the moment of unleashing this Furious Fist technique, he channeled Vital Energy through his throat to achieve a thunderous effect with his tongue; this was the essence of this Fist Technique—"Fury."
Understanding this set of Fist Techniques was not too difficult. Moreover, due to Wang Yi's innate talent transformed by the Transcendence Fruit, he had reached a terrifying level where he grasped it in no time.
Fourth-Rank Martial Technique: Cloud Manipulation Palm!
This was the highest-level Fist Technique Wang Yi had encountered so far. The Pushing Cloud Palm, Transforming Cloud Palm, and Cloud Manipulation Palm formed a unified whole, each utilizing air currents to enhance palm strength. However, based on his understanding of the Pushing Cloud Palm, Wang Yi innovatively created the Transforming Cloud Palm that could gradually slow down airflow speed. This allowed him to expose his opponent completely to his attacks, making it his most powerful technique to date!
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