The two spoke in hushed tones, so quietly that the surrounding people could not make out their conversation. They only saw Luo Zhijun's expression darken after a few exchanges.
The vendors at the nearby stalls also became vigilant.
To them, Luo Zhijun was like their breadwinner. Although the produce he supplied was slightly more expensive than what they could procure themselves, after factoring in their own acquisition costs and shipping, the total price ended up being considerably higher than Luo Zhijun's.
Everyone was in business and had their own calculations.
"Kid, are you looking for trouble?"
A burly man emerged, brandishing a knife and radiating an aggressive aura.
Ye Longlin glanced over, unfazed. He had a cigarette dangling from his lips. With a snap of his fingers, a small flame shot out from his fingertip. He took a deep drag, exhaled a puff of smoke, and then flicked his hand, extinguishing the flame.
"What did you say?"
He then turned to the burly man and asked.
"..."
Meanwhile, Yuan Gang, on the other side, noticed the situation and quickly made his way over.
Luo Zhijun sneered, pulled a steel pipe from beneath his reclining chair, and slammed it forcefully against a nearby pillar. Instantly, figures appeared, most of them armed with knives, rapidly surrounding the two.
"Your father is already dead, why are you still so dedicated? Wouldn't it be better to just let us go? You insist on causing trouble, do you think I'm a pushover?"
With that, he made a forceful gesture, and the surrounding men charged forward in an instant, while he himself attempted to escape in the ensuing chaos.
However, as soon as he pushed through the crowd, men in plain clothes appeared before him, blocking the exit.
From their posture, it was evident these were soldiers, not Long Cha agents.
"Get out of the way! Or face death!"
Luo Zhijun roared and took a step forward, unleashing his immense martial energy.
Unfortunately, Hong Lang had already broken through to Wu Ling, while he had not.
"Form ranks!"
The soldiers of the Dragon Pavilion positioned themselves according to the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams formation, coldly observing the figures in the center, and attacked without hesitation.
In the center of the market, Yuan Gang stood his ground, a formidable force. His martial arts were swift and precise, each move targeting the most vulnerable parts of the human body. Anyone he struck was unable to rise again.
Ye Longlin stood behind, silently observing the scene, exhaling a puff of smoke.
These minor matters could be handled by Yuan Gang; he didn't need to intervene.
He then took a step forward.
While the soldiers of the Dragon Pavilion might not have had the strength to capture him, they certainly had the ability to contain him.
Luo Zhijun was unable to break free from them, and could only launch desperate attacks, which were then skillfully evaded by his opponents.
If this continued, he would spend the rest of his life in prison.
"Since you are all seeking death, I shall grant it to you."
Luo Zhijun said coldly, his eyes radiating a killing intent that instantly permeated the entire area.
But before he could make a move, an even more powerful aura descended, crushing him to the ground like Mount Tai.
"Pfft—"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide with disbelief as he looked at his opponent.
He had never imagined that the person who had tormented them in prison possessed such formidable martial prowess!
He braced himself on the ground with his hands, his eyes fixed forward, gritting his teeth. Gleaming leather shoes appeared before him.
When he struggled to lift his head and open his eyes, he realized that Ye Longlin was standing right in front of him.
"Did you think I was just an ordinary soldier?"
Ye Longlin asked with amusement. It made sense, though; during their time in prison, he had never utilized his personal martial strength, relying solely on the methods of the Dragon Pavilion. This had created a misconception among these war criminals.
It was as if his authority in prison was solely due to being the warden's son, nothing more.
No one could have imagined that someone who appeared to be just a second-generation heir possessed such astonishing personal martial strength.
"I refuse to accept this."
Night Ghost King growled, his eyes turning bloodshot.
Having just tasted freedom, how could he be willing to be incarcerated again? As long as there was a sliver of opportunity, he would find a way to escape!
"Ever since you committed the 318 massacre, your life was destined to be spent in prison."
Ye Longlin stated with a cold, emotionless tone.
After speaking, he tossed his cigarette butt to the ground, where it landed near Night Ghost King's nose, close enough for him to feel the heat of the ember.
"Take him away."
At this moment, Yuan Gang clapped his hands and emerged from within, a step behind Ye Longlin, as they left the northern city market.
...
"Old Monk, Old Monk, what plan did you think of for me? I've been waiting forever."
Mu Hanqi sat boredly on a meditation cushion in the Buddhist hall, restlessly tapping the Old Monk's head with her other hand.
Within the entire Murong royal family, she was the only one who dared to act so disrespectfully towards the Old Monk.
The Old Monk held a very high position in the Murong family.
The ancient capital, having absorbed cultures from all directions, had historically been known as the Imperial City. The appellation "ancient capital" itself attested to its status.
For many families in Jinling, Buddhism was a matter of faith.
This led to Buddhism and Taoism flourishing in the Jinling region, with many temples enjoying immense popularity.
Among these, the Old Monk's Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple stood out as the most prosperous, by far.
As a master of Buddhist teachings with the longest tenure, the Old Monk had numerous devotees, but he remained indifferent, always keeping company with the ancient Buddha before the green lamp.
Even within the Murong family, his status was second only to Old Master Murong.
"Amitabha! A monk does not speak falsehoods. This old monk has broken his precepts for you."
"This humble monk has already requested permission from the Prince. After tomorrow, the Princess and I will return to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple for a week of worship. During this time, Princess, please be quick and careful, and do not cause any significant disturbance."
The Old Monk said, with his hands clasped and eyes closed.
They say a monk does not speak falsehoods, but today the Old Monk had broken his vows.
Sinful, sinful!
Mu Hanqi was overjoyed, hugging the Old Monk's bald head and kissing it, her eyes becoming teary.
"Thank you, Old Monk."
Finally, she would be able to see the person she longed to see.
With that thought, Mu Hanqi bowed ninety degrees and said solemnly, "I will bring him to see you then."
The Old Monk helplessly rubbed his head and uttered through gritted teeth, "You may go!"
Mu Hanqi chuckled, then turned her gaze south, a hint of joy appearing in her eyes.
"Woody, I'm here! Have you missed me at all? This young lady is bringing you special local treats."
"You promised to take me to the aerial restaurant before!"