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"Then I must thank Brother Yang," Wang Yi said, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect.
"There's no need to be polite, Brother Wang. If you need any assistance, please feel free to speak up," Yang Jun replied generously.
"Then I won't hold back," Wang Yi nodded and said, "I have just recovered my cultivation, but my body is still in poor condition. I wonder if Brother Yang could bring a few stone slabs to this courtyard?"
"Oh, Brother Wang, you want to use the heavy stones to temper your body. That's a good idea," Yang Jun paused for a moment before decisively saying, "No problem, I'll take care of it. I'll have someone bring over a few stone slabs right away."
Wang Yi expressed his gratitude.
Soon, Yang Jun had three stone slabs weighing around seven to eight hundred pounds each brought to the courtyard.
In the following days, Wang Yi utilized these stone slabs to train his arm strength and bones, starting from the basics and further tempering his physique, improving his physical condition significantly.
Before long, four days had passed, and the strength of his meridians had increased considerably. His realm also reached the Transcendence Realm Sevenfold.
"Only seven more," Wang Yi clenched his fists tightly, his eyes revealing a strong killing intent. With seven more, he could recover to the Yuanjing Eighth Layer and then break through to the Mysterious Realm.
At that moment, Yang Jun arrived and saw Wang Yi in high spirits. He smiled and said, "Congratulations, Brother Wang."
"I appreciate your help during this time, Brother Yang. Without it, I fear it would have taken me much longer to recover," Wang Yi replied with a smile.
"You flatter me, Brother Wang," Yang Jun waved his hand dismissively. "By the way, now that your injuries have healed, do you have any plans moving forward?"
Hearing this, Wang Yi hesitated for a moment. He was not very familiar with Zhen Nan Prefecture and had not fully regained his strength. If Zhou Yu and others found out about this, he might fall into danger again.
"If Brother Wang has no particular plans at the moment, why not stay at my Golden Blade Merchant Association for a few days? Once you have a plan in mind, you can leave then. What do you think?" Yang Jun suggested with a smile.
"In that case, I will impose on you," Wang Yi said.
"Brother Wang, you are being too serious," Yang Jun said. "By the way, since you are new to Yuncheng, you might not be familiar with this place. How about I show you around?"
Wang Yi nodded in agreement.
Soon, the two of them walked out of the courtyard.
Before long, they exited the Golden Blade Merchant Association.
"Yuncheng is located on the outskirts of Zhen Nan Prefecture. It is a city with only about a hundred thousand people. However, due to its proximity to Xiangzhou Prefecture, it can be considered quite lively," Yang Jun explained to Wang Yi as they walked. "My Yang Family has taken advantage of this geographical position to engage in trade, and we are now one of the two major powers in Yuncheng; the other is the God Gun Sect." As he spoke, the pride on Yang Jun's face was evident.
Wang Yi nodded. It seemed that Yuncheng was indeed a city, yet it did not have a single Transcendent Realm Expert, which was exactly what he needed at this moment.
"The God Gun Sect has always been at odds with my Golden Blade Merchant Association. If you encounter anyone from the God Gun Sect, Brother Wang, you should avoid them and not confront them," Yang Jun said, noticing that Wang Yi appeared calm and unrestrained. He couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration.
Wang Yi nodded; he didn't need Yang Jun to tell him that he wouldn't offend the local powers in Yuncheng.
Before long, they arrived at the main thoroughfare of Yuncheng, where countless shops lined both sides of the street, bustling with activity. Just as Yang Jun had said, Yuncheng was indeed prosperous.
"Move aside!"
Suddenly, a hurried sound of galloping horses broke through the air from not far away. The pedestrians on the road quickly stepped aside. Wang Yi turned his head to look and suddenly heard Yang Jun exclaim urgently, "Watch out!"
With a sharp crack, Wang Yi felt a searing pain in his shoulder as a red whip mark appeared there. He involuntarily stumbled back a few steps before steadying himself.
Looking up, he saw three riders approaching rapidly. One of them was dressed in luxurious clothing and looked handsome, but his eyes were cold and occasionally flashed with a chilling light that sent shivers down one's spine. Two black-clad attendants flanked him, exuding an arrogant aura.
"Hmph! Who do you think you are? You see my young master coming and still don't know to get out of the way? How outrageous!" one of the black-clad attendants mocked.
"Bah, serves you right. My young master hit you; that's your honor."
"Wang Brother, are you okay?" Yang Jun hurriedly walked to Wang Yi's side, his face full of concern.
"I'm fine." Wang Yi glanced indifferently at the whip marks on his shoulder, gently tugging at the torn fabric of his clothes. "Let's go!"
"Want to leave? Not so fast!" The Noble Young Man coldly swept a glance at Wang Yi, then turned his gaze to Yang Jun. "I was wondering who blocked my mount; turns out it's you, Yang Jun. What? You think you can just walk away without apologizing?"
"Gun Wushuang, what do you want? Although your Divine Gun is powerful, I'm not afraid of you and your Golden Blade Merchant Association," Yang Jun said, a hint of anger flashing across his face as he coldly stared at the Noble Young Man.
"What do I want? I see that you're getting more foolish by the day, Yang Jun. You bumped into my horse, and now you're asking me what I want? It's truly a joke. If you don't give Gun Wushuang a reason today, don't even think about leaving here!" Gun Wushuang coldly looked at Yang Jun.
Wang Yi expressionlessly glanced at the young man named Gun Wushuang, who appeared to be in his twenties and had the strength of a third-level Earth Spirit Realm practitioner, one realm higher than Yang Jun.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen my young master's grace?" One of the attendants stared intently at Wang Yi, a smug expression on his face as he pointed at him and asked arrogantly.
"What are you looking at?" Another attendant also pointed at Wang Yi and questioned.
"Nothing," Wang Yi replied indifferently.
The attendant sneered and arrogantly swung the whip in his hand towards Wang Yi. With a loud crack, the smug look on his face froze as he found he couldn't swing his whip any longer. "You..."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt a tremendous force surge up his arm. Although Wang Yi couldn't use Vital Energy, his physical strength was formidable. This attendant was no martial artist; how could he compete with Wang Yi? He was directly pulled down from his horse and fell to the ground.
"You..." The attendant didn't expect Wang Yi to dare offend him in front of his young master, leaving him stunned and speechless.
Smack!
Wang Yi coldly smiled and stepped forward to give the attendant a slap. The latter immediately fainted from the blow, blood streaming from his nose.
"Hmph, you have some guts to make a move. Do you want to die?" Another member of the group was shocked to see his companion so severely injured, but remembering that in this Yuncheng, their young master was the overlord, who would dare to provoke him, he asked sternly.
"We're leaving." Wang Yi seemed to ignore him and continued on his way.
"Wang brother, you..." Yang Jun was stunned by the scene before him. He did not expect Wang Yi to be so arrogant as to slap this man in front of Gun Wushuang. As the saying goes, one should consider the owner when hitting a dog; Wang Yi's actions were clearly disrespectful to Gun Wushuang.
Sure enough, Gun Wushuang's expression immediately turned cold. He jumped off his horse and blocked Wang Yi and Yang Jun's path, saying, "What? You think you can just walk away after hitting my man?"
"Get out of the way." Wang Yi coldly looked at Gun Wushuang, a flash of killing intent in his eyes.
"You're looking for death." Gun Wushuang's face darkened ominously. With a sweep of his sleeve, he struck out with a palm that landed directly on Wang Yi's shoulder. With a thud, Wang Yi flew backward like a kite with its string cut.
"Wang brother, are you okay!" Yang Jun hurriedly helped the fallen Wang Yi up and asked anxiously.
"I'm fine." Wang Yi shook his head, his gaze icy as he stared at Gun Wushuang, remaining motionless.
Yang Jun was furious and glared at Gun Wushuang, saying through gritted teeth, "Gun Wushuang, what do you want? Are you looking down on my Golden Blade Merchant Association?"
"Golden Blade Merchant Association? Hmph, you guys are nothing. One day this Yuncheng will be under my God Gun Sect. As for your Golden Blade Merchant Association, you'll just have to eat dirt then!" Gun Wushuang said with arrogance. He looked at Wang Yi with a smirk and said, "Hmph, how dare you speak to me like that as a mere Transcendence Realm martial artist? You truly deserve to die."
"However, I am usually magnanimous. If you just apologize to me, I will let you off for this great disrespect." Gun Wushuang coldly looked at Wang Yi.
"Gun Wushuang, don't..." Wang Yi was a guest of the Golden Blade Merchant Association but felt insulted by Gun Wushuang. Wasn't this showing no respect for the Golden Blade Merchant Association?
"Hmph, Yang Jun, shut your mouth. This is not your place to speak." Gun Wushuang sneered coldly and stepped forward. With one kick, Yang Jun stumbled back; their difference in strength was evident.
Wang Yi shook his head inwardly. Gun Wushuang was an entire level above Yang Jun and was not an opponent unless Yang Jun's martial arts were superior; otherwise, there was no chance of challenging across levels.
"Hmph, Yang Jun, last time we competed you were my defeated opponent. So? Do you want to lose to me again this time?" Gun Wushuang looked at Yang Jun with repeated cold laughter, clearly not taking him seriously at all.
"You..." Yang Jun was momentarily speechless. Gun Wushuang was quite impressive, and he realized he was no match for him. Rather than getting entangled further, it would ultimately be himself who would suffer.
"Listen, since I'm in a good mood today, I'll give you one more chance. Just apologize to me, and I'll let you go," Gun Wushuang laughed triumphantly. "Otherwise, both of you will stay here today."
This scene had already attracted the attention of many passersby.
"Isn't that Yang Jun, the Young Master of the Golden Blade Merchant Association, and Gun Wushuang, the young master of the God Gun Sect?"
"Indeed, judging by their stances, are they about to fight again?"
"Are you kidding? Gun Wushuang is at the third level of the Earth Spirit Realm; how could Yang Jun possibly be his opponent?"
"You..." Yang Jun's fingers trembled with anger, his face darkening as he fell silent.
"Quickly apologize to our young master, or you'll regret it," a proud figure said.
"Hmph, did you hear that? Apologize quickly," the one who had been beaten by Wang Yi and was bleeding from his nose saw that Wang Yi remained silent and thought he was intimidated. Overjoyed, he shouted loudly.
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