Best Young Master

Chapter 1928: Chapter 1793: A Stirring Incident

"Are your damn ears deaf? Hurry up and pour the tea! If you upset our young master, I’ll smash up your shop!"

A follower beside the young man glared viciously and gave the terrified shop assistant a rough shove, sending him tumbling over.

"You’re such a useless wretch. I haven’t even used any force, and you fell over. Trying to scam me, huh?"

The follower mocked him.

"Hahaha..."

The others immediately burst into laughter, looking on with schadenfreude.

Afterward, the follower casually took a bone bell from the shelf and brought it to the young man sitting there, flattering, "Young Master, how about this bone bell? It should be a mid-stage demon artifact, moderately powerful."

"Just average. This kind of bone bell is only fit to serve as a bell for my Cerberus. Take it."

The young man didn’t reach out for it, instead glancing at it sideways, lazily speaking.

"Yes!"

The follower quickly wrapped it in silk and stuffed it into his sleeve, showing no intention of paying.

"Put it down!"

A sharp voice rang out as Zi Huan walked in from the backyard, glaring coldly at the follower and said, "I’ll say it again, put it down and get out immediately!"

"You little ****, what did you say? Our young master took a fancy to your goods, which is your supreme honor. How dare you disrespect us? Looking to die?"

The follower’s eyes immediately widened, speaking murderously.

"Courting death!"

Zi Huan shouted sharply, instantly releasing a fierce evil aura, a natural momentum formed from countless life-and-death battles and killing many lives.

"This little gal is really fiery! I like her."

The young man’s eyes brightened at Zi Huan’s appearance, licking his lips as he stared fixedly at her delicate features and her prominent jade peaks.

"I’ll say it again, put it down and get out immediately!"

Zi Huan trembled with anger. This was her uncle’s shop, yet it was being bullied like this.

"What if I don’t leave?"

The young man stood up, approached Zi Huan with a swagger, reaching out to hook her chin.

"Then don’t leave!"

Beside them, a large hand resembling a Purple Diamond suddenly stretched out and grabbed the young man’s fingers with a crisp "crack," directly breaking them.

"Ah..."

The young man screamed miserably, the sound extremely sharp, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

He never dreamed that someone would dare lay a hand on him, having no defense, and by the time he came to his senses, his fingers had already been snapped.

"How dare!"

"Audacious!"

"Let our young master go, or we’ll tear you to pieces!"

The followers wouldn’t have it, shouting as they surrounded Ye Fan menacingly.

"Such noise!"

Ye Fan snorted coldly and moved swiftly, distributing swift kicks to each person, knocking their big teeth out.

"You..."

The group was stunned as if they had seen a ghost, their faces filled with shock. Ye Fan’s speed was so fast they didn’t have time to react.

Though they weren’t top-tier strong people, they were cultivators, far more powerful than ordinary people, yet in front of Ye Fan, they couldn’t even defend themselves, how could they not feel fear?

"Kid, you’ve got quite the guts to hit my people!"

The young man sneered, his broken finger already healed, reaching to slap Ye Fan’s face, his speed as fast as lightning, intending to retaliate.

However—

Ideals are plentiful, reality is harsh!

Before his palm could touch Ye Fan, he was already flying backward.

"Smack!"

Ye Fan reacted first, delivering a heavy slap that sent the young man flying horizontally, crashing onto the rack behind him, shattering it, while a spray of blood arced three or four meters away.

"Whoosh—"

The young man struggled to get up, spitting out seven or eight of his big teeth.

"Kill that damn bastard for me!"

The young man was furious to the extreme, his handsome yet wicked face almost twisted, his eyes almost spewing fire.

Having grown up always bullying others, he had never suffered such a loss.

The followers were all death soldiers, seeing their young master beaten, they howled as they charged forward.

They knew well if they didn’t let the young master vent his anger, they wouldn’t fare well afterward; thinking of that dire fate, they fought desperately.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Loud slaps continuously sounded, as Ye Fan swung his arms left and right, fiercely slapping them.

This wild, bilateral barrage of slaps left the followers dizzy, their heads swollen like pig heads, stars spinning as they lay on the ground like dead dogs.

"Don’t let me see you all again!"

Ye Fan kicked each one out the door, attracting quite a few pedestrians to watch, each of them utterly astonished.

They hadn’t expected an unknown force like Ziyi Square to have such a fierce person, someone who dared to mess with the Mo Family!

"Good hit, those beasts only know how to bully others all day long, now they’ve met their match, haven’t they?"

"Ziyi Square is in for a rough time; the Mo Family isn’t easy to provoke. In the entire Ancient Demon City, aside from the Ten Great Families, their power is the greatest. Having fought their people, the Mo Family won’t let it slide easily."

Just as Ye Fan kicked those followers out, that young man had already turned into a puddle of goo—kicked out by Zi Huan!

"You little ****, wait for me!"

The young man screamed in pain, furious as he spat out harsh threats.

"Shut up!"

Ye Fan stepped forward with another kick, nearly shattering the young man’s skull, causing him to cry out in pain, unable to speak another word.

"In broad daylight, in this bright universe, you dare lead your evil slaves to invade private homes and destroy our property; immediately compensate us, or I’ll kill you!"

Ye Fan, exuding a murderous aura, directly took action, searched these people’s Space Spiritual Artifacts, leaving not a single scrap, and plundered quite a lot of Demon Crystals and Death Cores.

"Uh..."

The onlookers were stunned; they had seen ruthless people before but never anyone this ruthless, not only beating them up but also completely stripping them of all their belongings.

"Everyone, please bear witness, our Ziyi Square has always been honest, trading fairly, cheating neither young nor old, and offering quality at low prices. Yet these people stormed into our shop, destroyed many of our precious Demon Artifacts, and broke our shop door; I merely asked for a little compensation..."

Ye Fan wouldn’t let these people watch for free; from the surrounding discussions, he already learned that the young man was Mo Yangsheng, the sole heir of the Mo Family in Ancient Demon City, spoiled since childhood, cultivating an arrogant and domineering temperament.

However, the Mo Family was protective; if all these spectators were dragged into the water, even with the Mo Family’s great power, they wouldn’t dare act recklessly, or they’d face public outrage.

"Uh... Let’s talk this over..."

The onlooking cultivators cursed Ye Fan for his cunning in their hearts; his words clearly aimed to drag them into trouble, yet they were robust in their righteousness. With so many people present, who could guarantee there wasn’t a few overly righteous fools among them?

Or perhaps someone might want to target the Mo Family, naturally supporting Ye Fan and providing testimony; once there are witnesses, wishing to remain uninvolved becomes impossible.

As for Ye Fan’s claim that Mo Yangsheng destroyed several of their precious Demon Artifacts, who knows if it’s true!

Anyway, since nobody witnessed it, whatever they say goes, and whether Mo Yangsheng admits it is another matter.

With such a commotion, the Mo Family naturally learned of the matter, but surprisingly delayed in sending anyone to trouble Ye Fan and the others.

This was due to Ye Fan’s cunning words, instantly dragging many cultivators into the dilemma, including those disliking the Mo Family.

At fault first, if they mobilize forces to trouble Ye Fan at this moment, they would certainly face criticism.

Thus, the storm subsided, yet the matter wasn’t over; having suffered such losses, the Mo Family couldn’t possibly let it go.

By evening, Zi Xiaoyi returned, his face turning particularly unpleasant upon learning what happened in the afternoon.

"Third Uncle, what did the City Lord say?"

Zi Huan asked Zi Xiaoyi nervously.

"He said he’ll help us uphold justice, but with the selection contest approaching, he can’t spare the time right now; everything must wait until after the contest."

Saying this, Zi Xiaoyi turned his gaze to Ye Fan, his expression complex, "Ye Fan, I have registered your name. Whether our Purple Demon Family can rise again to its former glory depends on you; I hope you won’t let us down."

He understood the City Lord’s meaning well; whether or not he would uphold justice for their family depended on their family’s performance in the selection contest. If it was ordinary, there was no need to uphold any so-called justice for a family already fallen.

In the Demon World, strength is justice; without strength, there is no justice!

Everything follows the law of the jungle; the weak are prey for the strong. If you aren’t as good as others, you deserve to be extinguished, and no one will sympathize with you.

"Relax, I definitely won’t let you down!"

Ye Fan’s face remained calm, but his eyes flashed with resolute determination.

He knew that only by rising to higher status could one access more hidden things, gradually uncover this world’s mysteries, and find a way to leave the Demon World.

"Hmm!"

Zi Xiaoyi glanced deeply at Ye Fan and then said, "With the contest approaching, prepare well. If the Mo Family seeks revenge, I will block it for you!"

"Thank you, Third Uncle!"

Ye Fan rose to bid farewell, and Zi Huan also stood, preparing to leave with him.

At this point, Zi Xiaoyi suddenly called out to Zi Huan, "Huan’er, stay; Uncle has something to tell you."

"What’s it about? Can’t you say it in front of Brother Ye?" Zi Huan questioned, puzzled.

"Well..."

Zi Xiaoyi hesitated, looking embarrassed.

Seeing this, Ye Fan smiled slightly and said, "Zi Huan, listen to your Third Uncle; maybe there are indeed things unsuitable for a third party to hear. I’ll go rest first."

As he finished, Ye Fan walked straight out of the room, heading to the small building Zi Xiaoyi had arranged for him.

Zi Huan stayed behind, looking at Zi Xiaoyi with curiosity.

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PS: Although according to ’interaction, explosion,’ Feng Kuang only adds one more Chapter, it’s been a while since there was an explosion, so might as well go all out once!

The ensuing plot in the Demon World will reach a cli~max~

Furthermore, the Demon World’s storyline will have a crucial impact on the later story and Ye Fan’s future development; you’ll see it later.

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