Might Makes Right

Zeng Fan and the others looked over and saw the woman they had clashed with earlier over the medicinal herbs. A man stood beside her, looking calmly at the group, as if Zeng Fan and the others held no interest for him.

The young woman was holding the man's hand, shaking it, and putting on a pitiful expression. She whined to the man, "Brother! It's them! I already paid for it, but these people just snatched my herbs. I searched for a long time to find that Spirit Grass. You have to stand up for me."

Hearing Yang Ling's words, the man's placid expression finally changed, and a slight smile appeared. "Don't worry, I'll stand up for you."

Turning to look at Zeng Fan and the others, the man slowly spoke, "Junior fellow disciples, I am Yang Huang. I understand my sister's personality somewhat, and there might be some discrepancies with the facts. However, my sister truly needs these medicinal herbs for her cultivation. I am willing to pay double the price to buy it. What do you say?"

"Your sister just outright stole it, and now she's playing the victim? We wouldn't sell it for ten times the price!" Yuan Jin interjected with a hint of sarcasm.

As he was about to say more, Zeng Fan reached out and stopped Yuan Jin. "While his sister was indeed unreasonable, her brother is being polite enough. There's no need to dwell on it further."

"Senior brother, I also have a great use for this herb. Please find it elsewhere. I wish your sister success in her cultivation," Zeng Fan said, cupping his fists politely towards Yang Huang.

Upon hearing this, a look of anxiety flashed across Yang Ling's face, and she was about to speak. After all, she had been searching for so long, and it was rare to find it. Just as she was about to speak, Yang Huang patted her shoulder, then turned back to Zeng Fan and said, "What if I insist on buying it, junior brother?" He emphasized the words "junior brother" heavily.

Zeng Fan narrowed his eyes. It seemed he had misjudged the man; he wasn't as polite as he appeared.

"How do you intend to insist on buying it, senior brother?" Zeng Fan's smile also vanished. The conflict was now unavoidable, and there was no need for further pleasantries.

Yang Huang's expression remained calm. "Junior brother, in this world, might makes right. Give me the Spirit Grass!"

Yang Huang's cultivation base completely emanated from him, and waves of Spiritual Energy surged out, gradually covering his entire body.

"Spiritual Energy projection! Spirit Gathering Realm!" Murong Xue whispered. The Body Tempering Realm uses Spiritual Energy to remodel the body, transforming it into a place suitable for storing Spiritual Energy. However, the Spirit Gathering Realm has completely remodeled the body. Bone, blood, and sinew no longer absorb Spiritual Energy; it is converted into Spiritual Energy within the body and stored. The most obvious sign is Spiritual Energy projection."

"Senior brother, there are Enforcement Hall members in the city. Are you sure you want to make a move?" Zeng Fan asked Yang Huang expressionlessly.

"I don't think you can hold out against me until the Enforcement Hall arrives. I will merely 'accidentally' injure a junior brother during a spar and provide appropriate compensation. We are all from the same sect; the Enforcement Hall won't make too much of a fuss," Yang Huang replied nonchalantly. He already knew Zeng Fan and the others' stance and decided to take action first to secure the item, saving himself further words. With a movement, he rushed towards Zeng Fan.

Zeng Fan watched Yang Huang charge at him, a slight smile on his lips. Yang Huang felt a vague sense of unease. "Something's wrong! End this quickly!" Yang Huang's Spiritual Energy intensified, and he rapidly approached Zeng Fan.

Just as Yang Huang's palm was about to touch Zeng Fan, a fist, also imbued with Spiritual Energy, slammed fiercely towards Yang Huang's head.

"What?!" The slight sting on his scalp made Yang Huang realize that if this punch had landed on his head, he would have been at least severely injured. He had no choice but to change direction. His palm, which was aimed at Zeng Fan, collided with the incoming fist.

The moment they collided, Yang Huang's expression changed. He couldn't withstand the force from the opposite fist. He barely managed to protect his head, and this punch sent Yang Huang flying backward.

"Brother! Are you alright?"

Yang Ling cried out with a hint of tears and quickly ran towards Yang Huang.

By the time Yang Ling reached Yang Huang, he had stopped the force. He looked grimly at a figure standing in front of Zeng Fan. This figure wore distinctive clothing; their robes were all a profound black, and on the chest, a character meaning "enforce" was embroidered with blood-red thread, exuding a cold-blooded aura.

"An Enforcement Hall disciple at the Grand Perfection of the Spirit Gathering Realm? Damn it, when did they get here?" Yang Huang gritted his teeth. With an Enforcement Disciple present, making a move now would be defying sect regulations, a crime he couldn't afford.

"Don't you know fighting is prohibited within the city? As a sect disciple, you break the law you know. Come with us," the Enforcement Hall disciple said coldly after glancing at Yang Huang.

"Senior brother, you misunderstand. I merely wished to spar with a few junior brothers; I wasn't breaking any rules." Yang Huang knew he couldn't get the Spirit Grass now. The most important thing was to escape the Enforcement Hall disciple's questioning.

"Originally, I just wanted to go shopping with Big Sister Murong as an ordinary genius disciple of the Earth Vein, but I didn't expect someone to stop me from keeping a low profile." A voice rang out. Yang Huang turned his head and saw it was the youngest disciple among the group.

He leisurely took out a magical sphere from his Storage Ring and tapped it lightly. A scene, complete with sound, appeared before everyone.

"I don't think you can hold out against me until the Enforcement Hall arrives. I will merely 'accidentally' injure a junior brother during a spar and provide appropriate compensation. We are all from the same sect; the Enforcement Hall won't make too much of a fuss." Yang Huang's face turned completely dark.

"Do you have anything else to say? If not, you will come with us to the Enforcement Hall. And you, the female disciple beside him, for maliciously slandering a fellow disciple, you will also come. I advise you not to think of resisting," the black-robed Enforcement Hall disciple said coldly, his voice now carrying a hint of threat.

Yang Huang shook his head, realizing he had no power to resist. Might makes right. He knew he would be punished this time, but the conflict was within controllable limits, and the punishment wouldn't be too severe. He cupped his fists towards the Enforcement Disciple, glanced at Zeng Fan and the others, and then walked towards the Enforcement Hall in the city. Yang Ling followed him dejectedly, and the Enforcement Disciple also set off back, giving Wang Beichen a greeting before leaving.

Zeng Fan watched the three gradually walk away, then turned to Wang Beichen with a smile. "When did you call them? You saved us this time. Thanks."

Wang Beichen waved his hand. "We're friends, no need to be polite. When that woman made us wait, I had already sent a message to the city's Enforcement Hall, asking them to send someone to follow us. We were just waiting for them to walk into a trap, hehe. Big Sister Murong, did I do a good job!"

Wang Beichen turned to look at Murong Xue, his expression expectant of praise. Murong Xue gave him a thumbs-up. "You did well this time."

Hearing Murong Xue's praise, Wang Beichen's spirits lifted. Praise from Murong Xue made him happier than Zeng Fan's thanks.

"This kid," Zeng Fan muttered, feeling a bit down. However, he was grateful to Wang Beichen this time. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to handle Yang Huang, who was in the Spirit Gathering Realm, at their current level. They had browsed the market enough; it was time to test the effects of this herb.

After spending most of the day at the market and dealing with the Spirit Grass incident, everyone was a bit tired and decided to return to their lodgings. Only Wang Beichen looked excited, completely unaware of fatigue.

After bidding farewell to Murong Xue, Zeng Fan returned to his residence and took out the Spirit Grass from his embrace.

"It's time to see the effects of this medicinal herb."