"Dad, he hit me!" the brat suddenly felt emboldened, pointing at the Ghostly Workmanship cultivator and complaining.
"Fellow Daoist, why bother with a child?" the brat's father immediately questioned with displeasure, "No matter what, you shouldn't have laid a hand on him!"
"Your little bastard's mouth is foul," the Ghostly Workmanship cultivator sneered, "Since you, the father, wouldn't discipline him, I decided to do it for you!"
"What did you call me a bastard?!" the brat's father instantly exploded, " Believe it or not, I'll kill you?!"
"Fuck! Afraid of you?!" The Ghostly Workmanship cultivator immediately drew his weapon, "Enough talk, if you're not happy, let's fight!"
Two figures shot up into the sky, locked in combat.
The surrounding people paid them no mind, continuing with their business.
"Dad, beat him! Kill him!" the brat shouted incessantly from below.
A few seconds later.
"Bang!" The brat's father crashed to the ground.
The kicked-up dust immediately drew a torrent of curses.
"If you're going to die, go die somewhere else and don't disrupt my business!"
"Damn it, my grilled meat!"
"Are you blind, you idiot?!"
…
However, these people merely grumbled a few times and didn't take any action.
Of course.
Perhaps they realized they weren't a match for him…
"Dad!" The brat immediately rushed over, "What's wrong? Don't scare me!"
"Pfft!"
The brat's father opened his mouth as if to say something, but instead, spat out a mouthful of blood.
Then, his head lolled to the side, and he fainted.
If his chest wasn't still rising and falling slightly, Ye Fan would have thought he was dead.
The Ghostly Workmanship cultivator landed, grabbed the brat, and proceeded to slap him relentlessly, three thousand six hundred times.
The brat soon followed his father's footsteps and fainted on the ground.
"A family of bastards, bah!" After spitting fiercely, he left.
The father and son lay there unconscious, with no one attending to them.
Passersby who didn't notice would step on them, curse, and spit before leaving.
Ye Fan and the little demoness exchanged glances, blinking in bewilderment.
Just then, curses were heard from not far away.
"Who the hell touched my butt?"
"The feel wasn't bad, hehe!"
"What are you dawdling for? Go get him!"
"Damn it, you think I'm alone?! Brothers, charge!"
…
Instantly, dozens more figures soared into the air and clashed.
The stall owners grumbled as they activated their protective arrays and continued with their work.
"Are you buying or not?" Seeing Ye Fan's continued inactivity, the stall owner cursed, "If you're not buying, get out of the way and don't affect my earnings!"
"This one, this one, and this one," Ye Fan scratched his head awkwardly and casually pointed at a few snacks.
"Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment, it'll be ready soon!" Seeing that Ye Fan was ordering the most expensive items, the stall owner's face instantly broke into the brightest smile.
After the snacks were prepared, Ye Fan and the little demoness sat down to eat.
The taste of these snacks was no worse than those at the inn, and the price was less than a tenth.
However, this illusion seemed no different from the inn they were just in…
Outside the protective barrier, stray spell lights crisscrossed, creating shallow pits on the ground.
Occasionally, severed limbs and body parts would fall, which the stall owners disdainfully stored in their spatial rings.
This was also one of the rules of the City of Sin: whoever was closest was responsible for cleaning up.
The protective barriers of these stalls were quite effective, ensuring that the customers were not affected in any way.
Before Ye Fan could even take a few bites, more curses erupted around them.
Soon, the curses escalated, and the conflicting parties flew into the air to fight…
Ye Fan was fine.
He had eaten in piles of corpses before; this was just a minor skirmish to him.
The little demoness, however, being a weakling, couldn't handle it, and almost threw up watching.
Although her physical attributes had reached "expert" level, her mental fortitude was still at the beginner level…
The little demoness quickly averted her gaze, forcing herself not to think about such things.
After a good period of self-hypnosis, she regained her appetite and continued eating.
By now, Ye Fan finally understood the meaning behind the innkeeper's words from before.
Survival was the only rule in the City of Sin.
The weak had no right to exist here.
Even if you didn't initiate trouble, you couldn't avoid being caught in the crossfire at any moment…
Regarding Ge Shan City, Ye Fan offered a fair assessment.
The people were simple and honest!
"Boss, can I ask about something?" Ye Fan asked while paying.
The stall owner didn't speak but held up three fingers and twirled them.
Only after Ye Fan produced twenty low-grade spirit stones did the stall owner happily ask, "What does Fellow Daoist want to know?"
"How do I get to the nearest exchange or auction house?" Ye Fan stated his purpose.
"Walk about 50 li east, and you'll find an exchange," the stall owner said, happily pocketing the spirit stones into his ring.
Ye Fan nodded inwardly.
It seemed that in Ge Shan City, besides strength, a bulging wallet was also essential.
Otherwise, he probably wouldn't be able to get any useful information.
Fortunately, he had received a considerable amount of "warmth" upon arrival, so he wouldn't be short of money for the time being.
If all else failed, he could consider selling some pills or weapons.
"The customs of your Ge Shan City are truly... unique," Ye Fan commented casually.
"Most people here, except for a few who are desperate, were previously heinous criminals," the stall owner sighed, "Without being ruthless, they wouldn't survive."
Ye Fan was enlightened.
It seemed the overlord of Ge Shan City was no ordinary person.
Daring to shelter all sorts of heinous criminals, they must have some significant capabilities.
"It's safe, but you'll never be able to leave in this lifetime," the boss muttered softly.
"What happens if someone tries to leave?" Ye Fan asked curiously.
"Their corpse will be hung up the next day," the stall owner said indifferently, "without exception."
Seeing another customer arrive, the stall owner quickly went to attend to them.
Leaving the food street, Ye Fan mused to himself.
Leaving would result in being displayed as a warning?
That sounded quite formidable!
Should I go and try it?
He reconsidered and shook his head.
If it were in the past, he would have undoubtedly tried without hesitation.
But now was not the right time.
Firstly, he hadn't figured out the situation with his granddaughter's jade pendant. This matter was likely connected to something significant.
The thought of his granddaughter's tomb possibly being desecrated made Ye Fan unable to remain calm.
Secondly, Ye Fan was unsure of the strength of the local powers in Ge Shan City.
If they were incredibly powerful, fine.
But if they were only moderately strong, wouldn't that be a wasted opportunity for the system?
He would first investigate the clues related to the jade pendant, and if all else failed, he could consider taking a risk…
Fifty li was too far to walk, but fortunately, 'taxis' were readily available in Ge Shan City.
A carriage pulled by a top-grade Swift Wind Beast was much faster than his dilapidated flying bed.
What he saw and heard on the road further confirmed Ye Fan's previous judgment.
In just half an hour, he had witnessed at least thirty to forty skirmishes firsthand!
And the cultivators of Ge Shan City were truly exceptionally belligerent; they didn't hold back at all when fighting!
Take the fight just now, for instance.
A cripple was merely watching, but when he saw that the person he supported was losing, he immediately grabbed his prosthetic leg and charged in…
Judging by the way the prosthetic leg glowed, it was likely a magic artifact.
For this cripple, Ye Fan could only offer a two-word evaluation.
You are truly a remarkable individual!