“Kid, are you deliberately picking a fight?”
Young Master Han finally lost it, springing to his feet and roaring at Lin Yun.
“Young Master Han, I’m just competing for this treasure,” Lin Yun said with a calm smile.
“You think you can produce that many Tribulation Pills?” Young Master Han snarled viciously.
“That’s not your concern, is it?” Lin Yun replied lightly.
Young Master Han turned to the stage. “Host, I demand a verification of his assets. Let’s see if he actually has those Tribulation Pills!”
The host nodded, stepped down, and approached Lin Yun.
Meanwhile, Young Master Han swiftly crushed a jade slip, summoning his father, as this treasure was something his father had specifically demanded.
Young Master Han was confident that with his father present, no one could take the item.
The host reached Lin Yun in moments.
“Friend, we need to verify your assets. Please show us 50,000 Tribulation Pills to prove you can afford it. Also, for the items you’ve already won, please present sufficient spirit crystals.”
“I don’t have them on me,” Lin Yun said breezily, leaning back in his chair.
The crowd exploded.
“What? He can’t pay?”
“So he was just stirring trouble all along?”
“This guy’s got some nerve, not just messing with Xiaoyao Tower but also toying with those major clans and forces vying for treasures!”
Everyone stared at Lin Yun in disbelief.
The Lin family trio beside him were even more stunned.
“I knew this guy was trouble. Let’s see how he gets out of this! Toying with these major clans and forces? He’s done for today!” the flat-headed man spat viciously.
Lin Qing gaped at Lin Yun, while the Lin elder shook his head incessantly.
“Young friend, what do you mean you can’t pay?” The host’s face darkened completely.
“I didn’t bring enough. I’ll owe it and settle with Xiaoyao Tower later,” Lin Yun said.
“What? Owe it? Haha!”
The crowd burst into laughter.
No one expected Lin Yun to say that.
“Damn it, he’s playing us!”
Many in the VIP area, from major clans and forces, cursed angrily, as Lin Yun’s bids had snatched items they wanted.
Young Master Han charged towards Lin Yun, reaching him in an instant.
“Kid, you’ve got some guts! Daring to mess with my Han family? Let’s see how I deal with you!”
Without giving Lin Yun a chance to respond, Young Master Han raised his fist, inner energy surging, and swung hard at Lin Yun.
“Young Master Han’s making a move!”
“That guy’s in for it!”
The crowd buzzed with excitement.
Under everyone’s gaze, Young Master Han’s fist slammed into Lin Yun’s chest.
*Crack!*
A crisp sound of breaking bone rang out, and Young Master Han flew backwards, crashing into the seats and rolling on the ground.
The hall fell quieter.
Eyes widened in shock. They hadn’t even seen Lin Yun move.
Young Master Han’s punch had landed, yet Lin Yun stood unmoved, while Han was the one injured!
What terrified them more was that they hadn’t sensed Lin Yun release any inner energy.
He’d taken the punch with his body alone and sent his attacker flying?
“Young Master!”
The greying Han elder rushed to help the injured Young Master Han.
“Young Master Han’s hurt? This is huge!”
Exclamations rippled through the crowd.
The Lin family trio beside Lin Yun were petrified. This was the exalted Young Master Han in their eyes, and he was injured? They couldn’t imagine the consequences!
Even the VIP clans and forces stood, turning to look.
The situation had spiralled out of control.
“Quick! Get the Tower Master!” the host ordered a staff member.
Once helped up, Young Master Han spat, “Kid, you… you dare injure me!” Blood stained his mouth, his eyes blazing with fury.
He’d been hurt in front of so many cultivators and Tianqian Empire’s major players. Where was his face? Where was the Han family’s face?
“I sat here, didn’t even move. You punched me. How’s that me injuring you? You’re slandering me,” Lin Yun said, legs crossed, a playful smile on his face.
“Brat, don’t play word games! You injured our Young Master today, and you’ll die for it!” the greying Han elder roared, pointing at Lin Yun.
He unleashed his Tribulation Realm aura, poised to kill Lin Yun.
“Make me die? Even your clan head, Han Zhen, wouldn’t dare speak to me like that!” Lin Yun sneered.
The Han elder froze. How did this kid know their clan head’s name?
But on second thought, many in the Tianqian Empire knew Han Zhen’s reputation, so it wasn’t surprising.
“This guy’s got some nerve, daring to disrespect Lord Han Zhen’s name?”
“He’s dead for sure today!”
The crowd gasped in awe.
*Boom.*
At that moment, the hall’s doors swung open, bright light flooding in.
“Lord Han Zhen has arrived!”
A booming voice echoed through the hall.
“What? The Immortal Lord Han Zhen is here in person?”
“With Lord Han Zhen stepping in, this is massive!”
Exclamations rose as everyone turned to the entrance, eager to glimpse the Immortal Han Zhen.
For most cultivators present, they’d never seen an Immortal. Witnessing one now would be something to brag about for years.
“Father!”
Young Master Han ran to Han Zhen, meeting him in moments.
“Hm? Son, why’s there blood on your mouth?” Han Zhen frowned.
“Father, that guy over there bid without money, challenged our Han family, and injured me. My arm’s broken!” Young Master Han whined.
“What?”
“Who’s bold enough in the Tianqian Empire to cross our Han family and hurt my son?” Han Zhen’s anger surged.
