"What a case of reaping what you sow. Fellow Daoist, I fear you have failed to understand one thing."
"This place... is Bai Zhang Market. Since you have come here, you must abide by its rules. Here, all disputes should be handled by the people of Bai Zhang Market."
"You attacked without cause and intended to harm another. This old man saw it with his own eyes."
"And your attitude is enough to show that you have not placed Bai Zhang Market's rules in your eyes at all."
"According to Bai Zhang Market's rules, this old man shall now punish you. Leave behind one thousand Spirit Crystals and promise never to violate Bai Zhang Market's rules again, and you may leave safely."
"Will you accept the punishment?!"
Elder Fan's expression did not change as he stared intently at Lin Zhanpeng and continued speaking.
One thousand Spirit Crystals were equivalent to one thousand supreme-grade Spirit Stones.
This amount was not much, but neither was it little.
For ordinary cultivators, whether Nascent Soul or Out of Body stage, producing so many Spirit Crystals for no reason at all would be a painfully costly matter.
"One thousand Spirit Crystals? Accept punishment?"
"Heh heh... is this the fair rule of your market? Or are you two in league with each other from the start?"
Lin Zhanpeng narrowed his eyes and spoke indifferently.
He was no fool. Earlier, he had still been somewhat puzzled as to why a Nascent Soul cultivator would provoke him for no reason.
But now that Elder Fan had spoken, everything became clear.
"Fellow Daoist, you may eat your meals carelessly, but you cannot speak carelessly."
"You struck first. Are you still trying to deny it?"
Elder Fan's expression darkened, and his gaze turned several shades colder.
"Deny it?"
Lin Zhanpeng