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At this moment, in front of Chen's Pharmacy, a well-established business in Spirit Martial Town for over thirty years, a plump man was pacing back and forth with an extremely anxious expression. He was none other than the boss of the pharmacy, Boss Chen.
"Cough cough!"
Suddenly, a few coughs came from the Inner Hall of the pharmacy. Upon hearing this, Boss Chen's expression changed immediately, and he quickly walked towards the Inner Hall.
At that moment, Ye Tian was also walking out from the Inner Hall and happened to run into the impatient Boss Chen. "Uncle, your son's illness is basically no longer a serious issue. I believe you should be able to handle the follow-up care yourself, right?" Ye Tian spoke in a tone resembling that of a doctor, trying not to raise any suspicion from the pharmacy boss.
"Really?" Boss Chen showed an expression of disbelief. After all, with his decades of medical experience, he had been helpless against this strange illness. How could it be cured in less than half an hour?
"Would I lie to you? I'm leaving now; you should go check on your son," Ye Tian said. In fact, he had only spent half an hour in the Inner Hall and had just given the patient the detoxifying elixir when he felt it was time to leave. His intention was still to avoid raising any suspicion.
"Wait, Young Master Leaf..." Boss Chen grabbed Ye Tian but then felt it was inappropriate and quickly changed his words. "Little benefactor, how can you just leave like this? Such a great favor deserves my gratitude!"
Without waiting for Ye Tian's refusal, he pulled him into the Inner Hall and then, as if performing a magic trick, produced a plate of golden Gold Ingots from somewhere. Just looking at their weight, there must have been at least a thousand taels.
"Please accept this, little benefactor! Do not refuse!" Boss Chen said sincerely as he pushed the Gold Ingots into Ye Tian's arms.
"This is too much!" Ye Tian could tell that although Boss Chen's family seemed quite wealthy, a thousand taels of gold in such a small town as Spirit Martial Town would likely be his entire life savings. Moreover, gold and silver held little value for someone like him who practiced martial arts. After several refusals, Ye Tian finally accepted one ingot under pressure and hurriedly left.
As Ye Tian exited Chen's Pharmacy and walked briskly away, Boss Chen's grateful voice continued to echo behind him.
"Little benefactor! I truly have no way to repay your kindness today!"
This situation naturally attracted the attention of countless onlookers. Fortunately, the tavern that everyone had agreed upon earlier was not far from here, so Ye Tian quickly escaped the crowd's gaze and entered the tavern.
The tavern was named Gathering Fortune Pavilion. Although its scale could not compare to the Broad Gathering Pavilion under the Cold Family, it was still one of the top establishments in Spirit Martial Town.
Ye Tian looked around but did not see his companions, so he continued to head upstairs.
Upon reaching the second floor, Ye Tian's gaze landed on a large table by the window on the north side. At that moment, Leng Ping and six others were loudly toasting and drinking together. However, the dishes on the table showed no signs of being touched, which brought a slight warmth to Ye Tian's heart.
They were clearly waiting for him to return.
"Brothers, I'm back!" Ye Tian greeted them and then joined in on the drinking.
"Ye Tian, where have you been? Were you afraid of drinking?" The thick-browed youth named Leng Ji was currently with another young man, playfully teasing Ye Tian.
"That's right! Let me tell you, there's no escaping this. Quickly drink three bowls as punishment!" With that, three large bowls filled to the brim appeared before Ye Tian.
Although Ye Tian wasn't exactly a heavy drinker, he wasn't someone who would spill at the first sip either. Facing his teasing companions, he understood that there was no way to escape this punishment drink.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With three loud sounds, Ye Tian downed three bowls in one go and then slammed the empty bowls onto the table.
"Heroic!"
"More! More!"
Before Ye Tian arrived, everyone had already emptied several jars of strong liquor. Now, fueled by alcohol, their voices naturally grew louder.
"Can you all just shut up! The whole restaurant can only hear you guys yelling, it's driving me crazy!"
Everyone turned to look, and they saw a delicate-looking young man at a table on the west side standing up and shouting in their direction.
"Hey, what a temper!" Leng Ji immediately stood up, ready to make a move.
"Sit down." Ye Tian quickly grabbed him and advised, "Don't cause trouble, let's just keep it down."
Due to the loud voices of the group earlier, as the delicate young man said, the entire restaurant was nearly drowned out by their noise. It was indeed quite bothersome, so Ye Tian felt somewhat guilty and forcibly pushed Leng Ji back down.
The others were taken aback by Ye Tian's action. To be honest, Leng Ji wasn't that hot-tempered; he had only gained some courage because Ye Tian was present.
However, they didn't expect that the strongest among them, Ye Tian, would be the first to back down.
Of course, it wasn't just their group that misunderstood Ye Tian; even the opposing side felt a hint of superiority rising in their hearts.
"I'm not unreasonable. How about this: I've paid for the drinks, so you all hurry up and leave to avoid making me uncomfortable!" The delicate young man spoke arrogantly and casually tossed something onto Ye Tian's table.
Everyone focused their gaze, and they saw that the object thrown was glimmering silver—a large silver ingot weighing about twenty taels.
Twenty taels of silver would not only cover this meal but could easily pay for three or five more.
At this moment, the young members of the Cold Family were somewhat stunned. Although twenty taels of silver wasn't a large sum for them as aristocratic youths, they had strict family teachings. Even though they had never lacked money, they had never seen anyone casually throw away twenty taels of silver like that.
"That person is Xu Kun," one young man whispered to Leng Ji.
Upon hearing this, Leng Ji's previously bold demeanor instantly deflated. He had naturally heard of Xu Kun; he was the most renowned among the younger generation of the Xu Family. At seventeen years old, he was of the same age as Leng Ji but had already reached the second rank of Warrior.
Leng Ji secretly glanced at Ye Tian, the only one capable of fighting him, and upon seeing his unwillingness to provoke trouble, he sighed heavily, thinking to himself, "It seems today’s humiliation is unavoidable."
The effeminate youth named Xu Kun became even more arrogant after noticing the silence from the crowd. He laughed loudly a few times and said, "What? Aren't you going to leave? Do you need to be chased away like livestock?"
After Xu Kun spoke, there was still no response. Everyone understood the principle that a wise man does not suffer losses in vain; even Ye Tian did not dare to retort, let alone those weaker individuals lingering around the Eight Segments of Martial Artists.
Footsteps slowly approached, and Xu Kun wore a look of disdainful satisfaction.
Although the Cold Family was much stronger than the Xu Family in Spirit Martial Town, there was an unwritten rule in Spirit Martial Town that younger generations could fight among themselves without interference from their elders as long as it did not result in death.
"It seems I have to give my family face today!" Xu Kun thought to himself as he prepared to continue his insults.
Suddenly, a clear sound rang out. A hard object rolled to Xu Kun's feet while he was still boasting.
Ye Tian had made his move. Once he did, the eyes of many younger members of the Cold Family were instantly fixed on him, eagerly awaiting his next action.
Xu Kun looked down and saw that the object at his feet was a gold ingot weighing at least a hundred taels!
At the same time, Ye Tian's cold voice echoed.
"Take the gold and quickly disappear from my sight."
Compared to Xu Kun's foul language, Ye Tian was quite polite. In truth, he had not wanted to cause trouble, but upon learning that this effeminate youth was from the Xu Family, his anger flared up. Coupled with Xu Kun's excessive bullying, Ye Tian decided it was time to stop enduring it.
At this moment, the gazes of more than ten people from both sides were focused on Ye Tian. Some looked at him in surprise while others stared at the gold ingot on the ground, momentarily speechless.
After a moment of reflection, Xu Kun finally came to his senses. "You must be Ye Tian, right?"
By the time he asked this question, his tone was no longer as arrogant as before. If just a moment ago he had the upper hand in both momentum and wealth, it now seemed that he had completely fallen into a disadvantage in an instant.
Ye Tian ignored him, casually toying with the wine glass in his hand as if he hadn't heard anything.
"The rumors outside about you are quite exaggerated, but I don't believe them!" After saying this, Xu Kun's hand casually patted Ye Tian on the shoulder.
In reality, facing Ye Tian, who had gained fame in Spirit Martial Town, Xu Kun was reluctant to provoke him. However, he was accompanied by his subordinates today, and he had initiated the provocation himself. If he backed down now, it would be like losing face entirely. So, with no other choice, he could only brace himself and confront this rumored genius. Moreover, according to the rumors he had heard, this person was strong in practical combat but was still just an Eight-Dan Martial Artist.
Bang!
As Xu Kun's palm made contact with Ye Tian's shoulder, a muffled sound echoed simultaneously; it was the sound of Elemental Force Cyclones colliding.
In their initial clash, Ye Tian remained calm and seated while Xu Kun's expression turned to one of shock. He thought to himself, "Just two months ago I heard he was still at the late stage of Eight-Dan Martial Artist; how could he have..."
In just two months, transitioning from Eight-Dan Martial Artist to Warrior Definition was indeed shocking for an ordinary person!
"Heh heh, looks like we're in for a good fight today!" Xu Kun still tried to sound tough, but inwardly he felt bitter: "The rumors are indeed true; this kid's reputation as a genius is not unfounded! It seems I've run into a tough opponent today!"
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