Right and Wrong

Shen Fan didn't know he'd become a "Senior Brother" admired by some veteran disciples. Right now, he was clutching a money pouch in his hands, grinning like an idiot.

No help for it—this was the richest he'd ever been in his life, and the money was practically free, so of course it delighted him.

In high spirits, Shen Fan decided to take a day off. After all, with his current talent, stepping into Bone Forging was just a few months away.

But that depended on his guess being right—that mastering three beginner-level Martial Arts to perfection would let him break into Bone Forging. If not, he'd have to hunt for a higher-level Cultivation Method.

One problem, though: buying methods cost money, and his current funds were far from enough!

But that was a problem for later. Right now, Shen Fan just wanted to go out and have some fun. Laiyang City had plenty of tasty food and good entertainment, all things he wanted to try.

Stepping out of the martial arts school, Shen Fan immediately noticed a difference.

The streets buzzed with lively hawking cries. Women, children, youths, elders—every face beamed with happy smiles.

A few steps on, a stall wafted a rich aroma, drawing in nearby diners.

Not far off were other delicacies. Shen Fan patted the silver in his pocket and strode confidently down that street.

Along the way, Shen Fan fully unleashed the strength of a Muscle Refining Warrior—eating, eating nonstop!

As a Muscle Refining Warrior, his appetite was beyond ordinary imagination. Enough food to fill four or five grown men went into his stomach, only making him about thirty percent full!

But the silver he spent made his heart ache.

Because he mostly ate meat, and in Laiyang City, common families barely had meat once a month—that showed how precious it was.

So in just one hour, Shen Fan spent Half a Tael of Silver!

Don't think that's little—it was a quarter of his total wealth.

Only now did Shen Fan realize: if he hadn't joined the Ox Demon Martial Arts School, he'd probably starve on the streets!

Becoming a warrior gave you power, but it also demanded strong financial backing. Someone like him, a Rookie Warrior living on the school's stipend, could never afford higher-tier martial resources!

But Shen Fan had no choice. His strength was only average—stronger than commoners, sure, but far from truly powerful warriors.

So he didn't scheme. He just planned to lie low now and show off once he got strong.

After enjoying plenty of food, Shen Fan decided to call it quits—this money really didn't last.

Not eating, he wandered the streets. He had to admit, Laiyang City was the only city for five hundred miles around, packed with hundreds of thousands of people.

The liveliness was extraordinary.

Besides the dazzling array of food, there were all kinds of performers—opera singers, storytellers, acrobats, even magicians!

So many forms of entertainment, it almost made Shen Fan forget this was a high-martial world where martial arts reached the heavens.

It also showed that the five major powers managed Laiyang City well. The people lived and worked in peace. Injustice happened, but overall, it was decent.

To achieve this in such a harsh environment—the top warriors of Laiyang City were clearly wise!

That put some pressure on Shen Fan. Warriors weren't brutes; dealing with them wouldn't be easy.

But thankfully, Shen Fan knew he didn't have to be everyone's enemy. He could just lie low and cultivate his Longevity Martial Path.

Once again, Shen Fan thanked his lucky stars for a good Golden Finger—otherwise, he'd be doomed.

Shen Fan walked and browsed, occasionally buying small trinkets. Since they were cheap, he never haggled.

But that very behavior got him noticed by some people.

As evening fell, Shen Fan decided to head back to the school. He strolled slowly down the street, watching the thinning crowd, feeling utterly at ease.

But when he turned into a secluded alley, he suddenly sensed something wrong.

"Who's there? Come out!"

With a sharp shout, Shen Fan's nerves went taut.

Sure enough, footsteps sounded. Two burly men appeared in front of him and two behind, perfectly blocking every escape route!

"Might I ask what you gentlemen want?" Shen Fan forced calm.

But the men said nothing. They stared straight at the money pouch at Shen Fan's waist, their intent all too obvious.

Shen Fan relaxed. He decisively tossed the pouch to the man blocking his front, cupped his fists, and said, "A small token from this little brother. Please accept it, Big Brothers."

Following the principle of less trouble is better, Shen Fan planned to lose money to avoid disaster. Besides, the pouch only had a little over a tael of silver—not too much.

The lead man, a Bearded Big Man, caught the pouch, tossed it in his hand, seemed unsatisfied, but then grinned.

"Kid, you're smart enough. But today, you're not leaving!"

"Why? Didn't I give you my money pouch?" Shen Fan asked, surprised.

"You gave it, sure. But this pouch—it's not ordinary."

"Kid, you're from the Ox Demon Martial Arts School, right? Since This Is the Case, we can't let you go!" The Bearded Big Man snarled, eyes flashing with murderous intent, clearly having made a decision.

"Why? Do you have a grudge against our school?" Shen Fan's muscles tensed, ready to counter.

"A grudge? No. But someone in Laiyang City is buying heads from your school. A fresh Disciple like you—worth Ten Taels of Silver!"

"What, ten taels?" Shen Fan was startled, and couldn't help feeling alarmed by the forces in the shadows. The Ox Demon Martial Arts School had several hundred disciples—wouldn't that mean at least several thousand taels of silver put up as a bounty?

"That's right, ten taels. That's enough for us brothers to live it up for a while. So, Little Brother, we'll just borrow your head!" The Bearded Big Man laughed smugly, as if Shen Fan was already in the bag.

And really, his confidence wasn't unwarranted. After all, the four of them were all Skin Refining Warriors. Dealing with a newly initiated Little Chicken was nothing but a piece of cake.

As for how they could tell Shen Fan was a rookie—wasn't it obvious from how young he looked?

The four of them grinned viciously and were about to pounce, but to their surprise, Shen Fan chose to strike first.

"Bold move!"

One big man threw a punch straight at Shen Fan's chest, trying to shatter his heart meridian.

The others joined in, each strike aimed at Shen Fan's vital points.

But what they didn't expect was that Shen Fan's movements suddenly sped up. His fists whirled like a cyclone, smashing through their defenses and slamming into the chests of two men.

Before they could even gasp in shock, the two big men were sent flying backward, crashing to the ground and coughing up blood, unable to form a single coherent sentence for a long while.

The other two barely had time to react before they realized Shen Fan had already turned around and effortlessly blocked their fists.

Feeling the force of his parry, the same thought struck them both: "He's a Muscle Refining Warrior!"

"Run!"

They exchanged a glance and tried to flee, but how could Shen Fan let them go?

A Muscle Refining Warrior trained not only in strength but also in explosive muscle power.

Shen Fan instantly unleashed that explosive speed, charging forward and landing a punch on each of them. Soon, four figures lay sprawled on the ground, spitting blood.

Without hesitation, Shen Fan snapped their necks, quickly rifled through their money pouches, and left.

Having been dragged into a whirlpool for no reason, Shen Fan felt a bit rattled!

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