Bing San’s sudden appearance caught Mo Fan off guard. After all, Bing Jiu had just asked him to beat this guy up the next time he showed up, and unexpectedly, the man himself arrived so soon.
“Could this guy know that Bing Jiu asked me to deal with him, so he’s here to pick a fight?” Mo Fan thought to himself, his expression slightly uneasy.
At the same time, he carefully sensed Bing San’s aura fluctuations, only to find that he couldn’t see through the other’s cultivation!
This meant the opponent’s cultivation was above his own!
Could it be late Foundation Building or even Great Perfection?
Mo Fan murmured inwardly, but then Bing San suddenly spoke. “You’re quite special, to make the young lady take notice of you.”
At these words, Mo Fan was somewhat puzzled but nodded. “I am pretty special. Even the demons say so.”
“…”
Bing San was speechless, then said lightly. “Fight me!”
“What?”
This time, Mo Fan was genuinely shocked, increasingly convinced his earlier guess was correct. This guy came here to fight him…
No, perhaps just to beat him up…
“I’m not familiar with you, so I refuse to fight.”
Mo Fan frowned, rejecting the idea without hesitation.
Joking aside, he didn’t want to fight a lunatic, especially not in the Broken Temple Market.
Bing San might not care, but Mo Fan didn’t want to deal with beating Bing San, then facing Bing Er, and after Bing Er, Bing Yi. Endless trouble was the last thing he needed.
“That’s a pity.”
Bing San shrugged, then suddenly struck, launching a fist towards Mo Fan!
Buzz—
The punch was so powerful it seemed to make the air tremble, causing a faint humming sound in Mo Fan’s ears.
“Damn it!”
Mo Fan was furious. He hadn’t expected a sneak attack. In a hurry, he countered with a fist of his own!
Boom!
A thunderous sound rang out as a silver airflow suddenly wrapped around Mo Fan’s arm.
Little Thunder Sound Fist!
Boom!!
The next moment, the fists of the human and demon collided. Mo Fan’s entire body slid back, stopping only after several zhang.
In contrast, Bing San’s right arm merely trembled, his fist faintly scorched, as if struck by lightning.
But beyond that, he showed no signs of injury.
“You…!”
Mo Fan, enraged, was about to demand why Bing San attacked without reason, but Bing San spoke first. “Mid-stage Demon General cultivation, yet possessing strength not inferior to a peak Demon General. Especially since your true form is just a toad demon, not known for strength.
This truly surprises me!
It makes me look forward to our next meeting even more.”
“Don’t the market rules forbid fighting? You dare break them?!”
Mo Fan gritted his teeth, glaring coldly at the man.
“Rules are made for the weak. As an enforcer, I’m not bound by them!”
Bing San spoke calmly, not attacking again, but said to Mo Fan. “You’re indeed no match for me now. Train hard. Next time, I won’t go easy.”
With that, he brushed past Mo Fan and walked off into the distance.
“Damn it, next time I’ll beat the crap out of you!”
Mo Fan turned, shouting angrily at Bing San.
“Come back when you have the skills!”
Bing San waved dismissively without looking back, walking further away.
“Arrogant jerk!”
Mo Fan was livid. To him, Bing San was like a mad dog, suddenly running up to bite him.
But after his anger subsided, Mo Fan gradually calmed down, recalling the earlier punch with Bing San. He realised the opponent’s strength was genuinely immense, his physical body nearly refined to the toughness of fine iron.
An ordinary punch, yet Mo Fan’s right hand still ached.
He looked at his hand, seeing it red and swollen…
“This is a body cultivator… truly powerful!”
Mo Fan murmured, his gaze growing more intense. Far from feeling fear, a spark of fighting spirit ignited within him.
He, too, began to look forward to his next encounter with Bing San.
Not for anything else, but to give him a good thrashing!
After this brief encounter, Mo Fan also understood why Bing Jiu wanted him to beat this guy up. The man was simply too infuriating!
When Mo Fan arrived at the market square, Bing San, on the other hand, entered a private room in a tavern.
“How was it?”
In the room, two porcelain-doll-like children, mouths greasy from eating, looked at Bing San.
These two appeared to be under ten years old, both dressed in red robes, looking like a pair of golden boys and jade girls, very endearing.
At the moment, each held a fragrant beast hoof, gnawing contentedly.
“Not simple. In terms of strength, he’s only slightly inferior to me, but I sense he has a trump card. I felt a trace of inexplicable danger from him,” Bing San said truthfully.
“It seems that toad demon really has something. No wonder the young lady is so interested in him!”
The girl nodded, then looked at the boy beside her, asking. “Do you think Grandpa Holy King is still alive?”
“Too much talk. Even eating meat can’t shut you up!”
“I’m just asking. If you don’t want to answer, fine. Why so harsh…”
The girl pouted, glaring fiercely at the boy, biting into her hoof as if she were tearing into his flesh.
Market Square.
Mo Fan looked at the dazzling array of stalls, feeling a bit dizzy.
How long had it been since his last visit?
He hadn’t expected the square’s stalls to be filled with such good items, even including many human cultivators’ magical tools.
Though there weren’t many truly valuable treasures, it was far livelier than before.
“Cheap sale, cheap sale! Flying sword magical tools at my stall, dirt cheap!”
“Don’t miss out as you pass by! Selling talismans, all kinds of talismans, and talisman booklets…”
“Selling cauldrons! One cauldron for five hundred low-grade spirit stones, no bargaining!”
The shouts of vendors filled the air, leaving Mo Fan dumbfounded.
Most of the sellers in this square were demon cultivators!
Where did these guys get so many human treasures to sell?
Even more absurd to Mo Fan was that someone was selling female cultivators’ undergarments!!
“Fairy garments, guaranteed authentic scent, only two low-grade spirit stones each! If you have a partner, buy it for them to wear. If not, buy it for yourself!!”
“…”
Mo Fan glanced at the so-called fairy garments. Some even had bloodstains. They were selling this stuff?
Not only were demons selling them, but plenty of demons were buying, nearly surrounding the stall. One pig-headed demon was even sniffing a piece of underwear at the stall, haggling with the vendor.
“What the hell is going on with these demons?”
Mo Fan shook his head and walked towards an unattended talisman stall.
With one glance, he saw they were all blank paper talismans, along with plenty of cinnabar, paper, brushes, and other talisman-making items.
He casually picked up a booklet from the stall, seeing four large characters on it: “Talisman Hundred Solutions.”
Flipping through it, the contents shocked Mo Fan. It detailed various talismans, even with illustrations!
“This…”
Mo Fan opened his mouth, then looked at other booklets, finding ones on talisman-making techniques, talisman insights, and various talisman-related books. Mixed among them were some colourful booklets, with occasional spring palace drawings…
“Brother, want to buy?”
The stall owner, seeing Mo Fan linger for so long, asked excitedly.
“How much?”
“These talismans are two low-grade spirit stones each, talisman-making items are one hundred low-grade spirit stones each, booklets are five hundred low-grade spirit stones each!”
“Brother, which ones do you like?”
The stall owner looked at Mo Fan eagerly.
“One thousand low-grade spirit stones, sell me everything, or forget it!”
Mo Fan spoke calmly, judging from the vendor’s prices that he had no idea of the true value of these items!
Blank talisman paper was one thing, but those talisman-making booklets were absolutely priceless!
