Old tricks never became tiresome—as long as they worked.
Not only Wang Chen, but even the nearby stall owners and the passersby gathered to watch the commotion understood perfectly well.
This burly cultivator, his face covered in bloody scratches and his expression savage and terrifying, had come specifically to make trouble for Wang Chen.
All he needed was to seize on some small point and insist that there was something wrong with Wang Chen's talismans.
And that was not easy to refute.
Because during actual use, talismans always had a small chance of failing or going out of control.
Take a Meteor Fire Talisman, for example—it might self-destruct right after activation, before it could even be thrown.
Instead of injuring the enemy, it injured its wielder.
No matter how high the quality of Wang Chen's talismans was, he could not claim they would never have problems one hundred percent of the time.
There was no way to sort this out clearly!
"Fuck your mother! Compensate me with Spirit Stones!"
The fierce-looking burly cultivator stretched out a hairy palm and slammed it heavily onto Wang Chen's stall.
Crack!
All four corners of the long table cracked at once.
At that moment, two Red-Clad Guards parted the crowd and walked over.
With longswords in hand, they watched the burly cultivator and Wang Chen coldly, yet showed no intention of intervening.
The Red-Clad Guards occupied a highly unusual position in Myriad Cultivator City. They answered to the City Lord and were responsible for maintaining order and rules in this city of Rogue Cultivators.
Anyone who disrupted order or violated the rules was an enemy of the Red-Clad Guards!
The Red-Clad Guards had three thousand official members, each at the seventh level of Qi Condensation or above, under the command of ten Purple Mansion