A Slap Sent the Special Envoy Flying
In the backyard of Exchange Tower, there is a secret underground room.
When Lu Ping pushed open the stone door and saw his old friend lying on the couch, barely clinging to life, he was struck dumb.
"Old Zhao... it really is you!"
Lu Ping rushed to the bedside, looking at the dense brand marks on Zhao Chen's body and the empty bloody hole in his collarbone, tears streaming down his face.
Zhao Chen slowly opened his eyes, looking at the familiar face, his chapped lips trembling violently.
"Old Lu... I didn't disgrace Exchange Tower..."
Two elderly men, both over fifty and having endured many hardships, embraced tightly and wept bitterly.
The dozens of Former Exchange Tower members standing around the perimeter all had tears in their eyes, and many turned away to secretly wipe away their tears, all deeply moved.
"Get out of the way! The Blood Fiend Poison has already invaded his lungs and internal organs. If we delay any longer, he will be beyond saving."
Ren walked slowly into the secret room, his voice steady.
Everyone quickly retreated to the sides, holding their breath.
Ren walked to the bedside; his left eye was pitch black, and his right eye was pure white.
The Yin-Yang Six Paths Samsara Double Pupils slowly rotated, and a rich black and white aura appeared in his palm.
He reached out his right hand and gently placed it on Zhao Chen's withered chest.
Buzz!
The domineering Yin and Yang energies transformed into the gentlest and most abundant life force, flowing into Zhao Chen's body through his meridians.
Those blood-fiend poisons that reside deep in the marrow and are beyond the reach of even high-level Soul Sage melt away like ice and snow when they encounter the black and white energies.
Sizzle!
Strands of foul-smelling black blood were forced out of Zhao Chen's body through his pores and fingertips.
In just a short while, Zhao Chen's previously ashen complexion quickly regained its rosy hue.
Even the glaring wounds on the collarbone are growing tender flesh at a visible speed, and the withered vitality is completely revived!
Lu Ping and his former subordinates, standing nearby, stared in disbelief, their breath catching in their throats.
This is a deadly poison that tormented Zhao Chen for ten whole years, almost rotting his lungs and internal organs!
The original poster simply pressed their palm and pulled the person back from the brink of death?
What incredible, divine power this is!
Having escaped danger, Zhao Chen took a deep breath, feeling the long-lost power within him, his face filled with astonishment.
He didn't bother to rest, struggled to get out of bed, and knelt heavily in front of Ren, his forehead hitting the stone slab with a thud.
"This old servant, Zhao Chen, kowtows to thank the Lord of the Tower for saving my life!"
Zhao Chen raised his head, bit his finger, and tore open a long-forgotten scar on his left chest.
Amidst the dripping blood, he retrieved a top-secret sheepskin scroll, sealed for over ten years, from between his skin and flesh.
"OP, they tortured me to the point of near death back then, all for this thing!"
Zhao Chen held the parchment scroll high with both hands, his old eyes filled with fervor and pride.
"This contains detailed records of the coordinates of three unexplored, top-grade mystic crystal veins along the border of the three kingdoms!"
"Even if I have to boil my bones to dust, I will protect you, Master!"
Ren took the blood-stained parchment scroll, unfolded it, glanced at it, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Well done. The hardships you endured over the past ten years have not been in vain."
With these three top-grade mineral veins, the Uchiha Clan's development resources in the Profound Desolate World will no longer be limited.
Just as everyone in the secret room was filled with excitement, a muffled boom of cannon fire suddenly came from outside Chaotic Star City.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The ground of the entire city seemed to tremble slightly.
Immediately following, the luxurious convoy of "Golden Cauldron Pavilion," the top merchant house in the Nine Swords Kingdom, drove into the North Gate in a grand procession.
Eight fifth-tier dragon-blooded steeds, clad in pure gold scales, were pulling a massive rosewood palanquin.
Dozens of high-ranking Soul Master, clad in golden armor and exuding a fierce aura, cleared a path on both sides, roughly shoving pedestrians and vendors along the way to the sides.
The convoy, arrogant and overbearing, drove recklessly towards the commercial plaza in the city center and the Exchange Tower in the south of the city.
On both sides of the street, countless cultivators and ordinary people pointed and whispered, their faces filled with awe.
"It's the Golden Cauldron Pavilion of the Nine Swords Kingdom! Why have they come to Chaotic Star City in person?"
"I heard that the managers of the North City Merchant Alliance went to the Nine Swords Kingdom for help a few days ago. It seems they managed to bring this behemoth here!"
"Exchange Tower is in big trouble now. The Golden Cauldron Pavilion is backed by the royal family of the Nine Swords Kingdom!"
The luxurious imperial carriage came to a smooth stop on the wide street in front of Exchange Tower.
A special envoy from the Golden Cauldron Pavilion, dressed in a purple-gold python robe and with a fair complexion and no beard, stepped off the carriage, stepping on the backs of the guards.
He mounted a tall horse and looked down at the brand-new signboard of Exchange Tower with disdain in his eyes.
The envoy cleared his throat, channeled his Soul Power, and his arrogant voice echoed throughout half the city.
"I have come to Chaotic Star City today on the orders of the Pavilion Master of the Golden Cauldron Pavilion to announce something!"
"All pharmacies, warehouses, and Trade Road properties under the North City Merchant Alliance shall be placed under the full control of my Golden Cauldron Pavilion effective immediately!"
At this point, the special envoy suddenly drew his riding whip, pointed it at the tightly closed gates of Exchange Tower, and shouted sternly:
"As for your Exchange Tower in the south of the city, you are given three days to hand over all the alchemy formulas with both hands and kowtow to submit to the Golden Cauldron Pavilion!"
"If you dare to disobey in the slightest, my Golden Cauldron Pavilion will join forces with the Merchant Guilds of the Three Great Kingdoms to utterly annihilate you, leaving no one alive!"
After he finished speaking, the entire street fell into a deathly silence.
The thousands of independent cultivators and merchants watching were horrified and dared not even breathe.
The Golden Cauldron Pavilion is acting so domineeringly, trying to swallow up all of Exchange Tower's foundations right from the start!
The envoy looked at the silent crowd around him and laughed triumphantly.
"Hahahaha! A bunch of barbaric chickens and dogs from the wilderness dare to challenge my Golden Cauldron Pavilion..."
The arrogant laughter hadn't even subsided.
Buzz!
The void above his head suddenly distorted, and a dark and domineering figure descended directly from mid-air.
Madara Uchiha his arms, glanced coldly at the envoy, and then waved his hand behind his back.
Call--!
A slap, accompanied by a violent gust of wind, landed squarely on the envoy's face.
Snap!
The crisp, loud slap was deafening, accompanied by a mouthful of bloodied, broken teeth flying everywhere.
Before the Golden Cauldron Pavilion envoy could even unleash his protective Soul Power, he was whipped to the ground from his tall horse like a kite with a broken string.
Boom!
His body rolled along the ground for over ten feet, smashing through half a street's worth of bluestone slabs, before finally getting stuck in a corner and coughing up blood.
The entire hall was deathly silent!
Those once arrogant, golden-armored guards all froze on the spot, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
The thousands of cultivators watching gasped sharply, their scalps tingling.
"One slap... sent the Golden Cauldron Pavilion's special envoy, Soul Sage level being sent flying?!"
"They've gone mad! The people from Exchange Tower have completely lost their minds! That's an envoy representing the royal family of the Nine Swords Kingdom!"
"That's so domineering! I didn't even bother to talk to him, he just slapped me across the face!"
With a creak.
The heavy vermilion main gate of Exchange Tower slowly opened to both sides.
Ren, dressed in a black robe, slowly stepped out from inside the door and down the steps.
He stopped in the middle of the blood-stained street, looking down at the Golden Cauldron Pavilion envoy struggling painfully in the mud.
The special envoy covered his face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and stared at Ren with resentment and fear.
"You... you dare hit me? I'm from the Golden Cauldron Pavilion..."
Ren ignored his nonsense and flicked his hand away.
A dark golden challenge letter flew through the air and, with a soft thud, embedded itself deep into the mud in front of the envoy's nose like a sharp blade.
"Go back and tell your master."
Ren's voice was calm, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.
"At the city-wide trade fair in Chaotic Star City three days from now, my Exchange Tower will settle all old and new scores with your Golden Cauldron Pavilion."
The envoy trembled, staring at the challenge letter so close at hand. He didn't dare utter another harsh word and was carried onto a carriage by his guards, fleeing in a sorry state.