C14 Young Talent

Within three breaths of time, Yeh Wuxie finally moved his gaze away from the black rock. He looked at the person in front of him who held the stone. Then, Yeh Wuxie's eyes suddenly lit up, it really was someone he knew.

"Murong Haochen, how can you be so shameless? Business is equal, how can you force it?" Yeh Wuxie revealed a teasing expression as he held a folding fan in his hand. He kept waving it around, giving off the impression of an elegant young master. Coupled with his handsome face, he looked like a complete shota, captivating countless young ladies.

Murong Haochen was the grandson of one of the three great families in Great Yan Country, and had the same status as Yeh Wuxie. However, he was slightly different from Yeh Wuxie.

In the Yanjing City, Zhu Siwen, who was Yeh Wuxie's other foppish brother, had won one hundred thousand gold coins from Murong Haochen, thus he had offended Murong Haochen. The young and angry Murong Haochen naturally held a grudge against him, and the two of them had always been at odds.

"I was wondering who it was. So it's the hedonistic Ye Clan's child." Murong Haochen sneered, "You don't need to care about my matters."

Ye Hedonist was Yeh Wuxie's nickname. It was a nickname that everyone in their generation knew. If Zi Meng saw Yeh Wuxie's current appearance, she would definitely not believe it. How could there be such a big change to a human?

In terms of Ye Residence and outside, Yeh Wuxie was completely the same as two people! This is way too good at acting.

"Murong Ta, you want to come out and buy things without money? Could it be that your Murong Family Clan is like you, with your ugly face that's like a hungry wolf's under the sheepskin?" Yeh Wuxie suddenly laughed out loud with a dull expression, as if he was joking with an old friend.

The crowd immediately burst into discussion. They never would have thought that the youth in front of them was from the Murong Family Clan, and the youth in front of them was actually from the Yeh Family. With their identities, they could not afford to offend him.

"This Murong Family Clan is too uncultured, they actually forced themselves to buy and sell, this is a free path, in these dozens of years, no one has ever forced to buy or sell, no one can break the rules here." Someone said in a low voice.

"That's right, this is a golden signboard. I think the people from Immaterial Pavilion will have to come forward and obstruct it." Another person nodded.

The Immaterial Pavilion was the biggest treasure of the Yichuan Continent and it collected all sorts of heavenly materials. With the title "Heaven and Earth Immaterial Pavilion, not like heaven and earth treasures", this reputation was not a lie. It had long ago been famous in the Yichuan Continent for tens of thousands of years, and basically no one could shake his position.

However, Immaterial Pavilion had never participated in any sort of competition for power, and this was the reason why it was able to exist in every corner of the Yichuan Continent for a long time. This distance between the Yanjing City and the Purple Haze City was known as the free path, and was governed by the Immaterial Pavilion.

"Old man, this stone is fifty thousand purple gold coins, right?" Yeh Wuxie looked at that person and smiled.

Old man? That man didn't react for a moment. Did he look that old? He was obviously middle-aged.

Then, he nodded slightly, but his impression of Yeh Wuxie went down a bit.

"Then I'll buy it." Yeh Wuxie said lightly, "Wujian, pay up."

Before the booth owner could agree, a purple gold card appeared in Yeh Wujian's hand. A purple gold card was a currency issued by the Yichuan Continent, it was able to exchange for the same purple gold or gold element at a corresponding place.

Just as Yeh Wujian was about to take the black stone from the man's hand, Murong Haochen suddenly shouted in anger, "Stop! You hedonistic brat, don't you know there's a reason why you came first and then came second?"

"Who was trying to force the truth out of someone just now? A thing worth fifty thousand purple gold coins could be obtained so easily? Luckily, you also know this logic. I was the one who first bid fifty thousand purple gold coins, don't you think so?" Yeh Wuxie said with a faint smile as he glanced at the surrounding people.

"Yeah."

"Yes, Master Ye, please bid first."

"It should be Young Master Ye."

Suddenly, the crowd started to chime in with him. Obviously, although Yeh Wuxie was a foppish dandy, but compared to Murong Haochen, he was still a rascal. In the hearts of the crowd, Yeh Wuxie was still willing to admit defeat.

Yeh Wuxie smiled and then walked to the stall owner's side. He smiled and said, "You already took my money. You won't not give me your things, right?"

The stall owner was stunned, unable to react for a moment. He immediately gave the stone in his hand to Yeh Wuxie, and the moment the stone appeared in his hand, Yeh Wuxie instantly felt a strange feeling. It was hard to describe, as if his body was as light as a swallow, or as if the Divine Sense was much more vast.

In addition, the fist-sized stone seemed to be made of air, and didn't have any weight at all.

"It really is a Divine Ink Stone." Yeh Wuxie was surprised.

Rather than calling it a stone, it's more like a metal, or a metal, but it doesn't have any weight. In his previous life, as a hitman, Yeh Wuxie also obtained a sword that contained a small amount of Divine Ink Stone, but was later destroyed by other powerful treasures on the way out.

Furthermore, the Divine Ink Stone had a special property. If one could refine a weapon and it was successfully refined by a cultivator, as long as they inputted a little of the Divine Sense, the Divine Ink Stone would be as heavy as Mt. Tai. When facing enemies, imagine how terrifying the sword that was as light as a cloud would be.

Yeh Wuxie had already made up his mind. With his current Fifth Stage, this fist-sized stone was more than enough to make ten light swords. If he could get more Divine Ink Stones, he would be able to produce them in batches.

"Hedonist Ye, you're courting death!" Just as Yeh Wuxie took the Divine Ink Stone, Murong Haochen immediately roared.

With a whoosh, Murong Haochen's fist brought along the astral wind as it fiercely smashed towards Yeh Wuxie.

Murong Haochen sneered in his heart. He must teach Yeh Wuxie a little lesson this time. As long as he doesn't kill Yeh Wuxie, nothing will happen to him even if the sky falls.

Seeing that their fists were only three feet away from each other, Murong Haochen felt even happier. Thinking about the days when Yeh Wuxie was lying on the bed all day, he felt very comfortable.

Boom!

However, a thin and weak figure suddenly appeared in front of Yeh Wuxie. Murong Haochen was hit by a palm and the palm wind and the fist aura instantly collided.

Unexpectedly, the two of them didn't have the slightest movement, instead, they were both in the middle of the air.

Murong Haochen was shocked, how could this be, his cultivation was at the eighth level of the Postnatal realm, moreover he had the title of being a little genius, and was rarely a match for someone at the same level, could it be that the opponent had already stepped into the Innate Ninth Layer realm, and actually blocked his fist, not moving at all?

However, he did not know that Yeh Wujian was only fighting against him and not injuring him, nor was he forced back. That was entirely for two reasons.

Firstly, Yeh Wuxie had always maintained this low-key attitude. Even Yeh Wujian, who was beside him, rarely displayed his true strength. If Yeh Wujian were to defeat Murong Haochen, it would be quite troublesome.

Second, Yeh Wuxie was right behind Yeh Wujian. If Yeh Wujian deliberately retreated a few steps back, then although he might not be able to bump into Yeh Wuxie, but Yeh Wuxie's position in Yeh Wujian's heart was not something a so-called genius could compare with.

"Sir Murong, please behave yourself." Yeh Wujian's strength surprised him quite a bit. An eleven year old teenager had reached the first level of Ninth Layer and was about to step into the second level of Innate Stage. Yeh Wujian was a true genius, but of course, the first level of Ninth Layer was something Yeh Wujian had displayed.

"What kind of dog do you think you are? How dare you interfere with me!" Murong Haochen was immediately angered. He had almost suffered a huge loss to Yeh Wujian. How dare a lowly servant like you offend him? At this moment, Murong Haochen was extremely angry. He wanted to force Yeh Wujian to retreat, but since the opponent was deep in the sea, Murong Haochen guessed that Yeh Wujian did not use his full strength.

Immediately, the four guards behind Murong Haochen surrounded him and were ready to attack at any moment.

Yeh Wuxie's heart turned cold, but he still endured it. He waved his hand and said, "Wujian, let's go."

Boom!

Yeh Wujian withdrew his palm and a wave of energy rushed out from his body and instantly hit Murong Haochen's fist. The energy created a terrifying impact and instantly pushed Murong Haochen away. Murong Haochen immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and his face turned extremely pale as he looked at the leaving Yeh Wujian's back in surprise.

He muttered: "Impossible, peak Houtian realm, absolutely has the strength of a peak Houtian realm!"

The crowd looked at the two of them in astonishment. Murong Haochen was originally a little genius, so his strength was naturally not weak. However, if a thin and weak young man could defeat Murong Haochen so easily, then what about his strength? Immediately, everyone looked at Yeh Wujian strangely.

Why would such an astonishingly talented youth want to stay by the side of a popinjay of a large family? It was possible that there was only one explanation, and that was that he had spent a great deal of effort to raise this youngster's strength. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to reach this stage at such a young age.

How could they have imagined that Yeh Wujian had long since become an innate expert in Jade Class!

Everyone was surprised and looked at Yeh Wujian blankly.

"Sir, may I ask, where did you get this rock?" Yeh Wuxie said politely as he stopped beside the vendor.

The stall owner said: "I went to the Barren Mountain Range to hunt and killed a three-eyed wolf before finding it in its nest. I felt that this stone was extraordinary, so I brought it out."

"Oh, so it's like that." Yeh Wuxie nodded with a look of disappointment on his face. He then turned around and left. Yeh Wujian and Ye Xing also followed.

"Young genius, this is a real young genius!"

"Yes, at such an age, he actually reached the ninth level of the Postnatal realm, and his talent is peerless. Few people in the world can compare with him, perhaps only those top sects can cultivate such an outstanding junior."

After Yeh Wuxie and the others left, the crowd finally exploded and started to discuss.

Ye Xing had been looking at Yeh Wujian in surprise. He had seen Yeh Wujian a few times and never felt Yeh Wujian's strength. He never expected that the child in front of him was a peak Houtian master.

Ye Zhen, who was guarding the carriage, swept a glance at the shocked and confused Night Walk, not knowing what had happened.