Shen Yuan nearly unsheathed his sword from anger this time.
“Fuck, what is this shitty sword?” Shen Yuan cursed, his voice echoing in the chamber, making people give him a weird look.
While Yue Lan told Shen Yuxin, Huo Rong, and Bing Rong about what happened, Huo Rong could barely hold back her laughter as she patted Shen Yuan and spoke, “Don’t worry, Yuan’er, you will definitely find something useful here.”
Before he could even respond, a voice echoed from behind the group. “Well, well, what do we have here?”
The young master from before came towards them with his entourage, looking at Huo Rong with undisguised lust. His eyes moved between Shen Yuan and Huo Rong as he continued, “A pretty young maiden like you doesn’t belong beside this trash. May I be so bold as to ask for your name?”
Huo Rong’s expression chilled, but before she could say something, Shen Yuan stepped forward, his voice cold and menacing, as if it came from the Yellow River. “Shut the fuck up. Who do you think you are to dare posture in front of me?”
The Young Master’s smile faded, replaced by an icy exterior. His entourage raged, their hands moving towards their weapons, but the Young Master stopped them with a raise of his hand. “You’ve got quite a big mouth for your age, brat. But do you really think you can stand against me? Do you have any idea who I am?”
“I don’t give a fuck who you are. Scram before you get killed here.” Shen Yuan didn’t mince his words as he stared straight at the Young Master.
The tension in the air rose as it looked like a fight was about to break out. Shen Yuxin, Huo Rong, and Bing Rong still stood relaxed, as if whatever was happening had nothing to do with them. But Shen Yuan couldn’t see this as they were behind him.
Just as the Young Master put his hand on his sword to unsheathe it, a loud voice boomed from the depths of the pavilion, and an old man came out with slow steps.
He first looked at the entourage of the Young Master. His eyes flashed lightly as he recognized them immediately, then looked towards Shen Yuan. He was confused, as the aura he felt before seemed to be at the Peak Foundation Establishment realm, but the young cultivator in front of him was merely at the 5th level of Qi Refinement.
He ignored the rest of the crowd, not even noticing Shen Yuan’s group, and spoke, “Fighting inside the grounds of Heavenly Merchant Pavilion is forbidden. If you brats want to fight, then go outside.”
He walked back as soon as he finished speaking, as if he couldn’t be bothered to stay a moment longer.
The Young Master looked in the direction where the old man had left for a second before walking towards the exit with his entourage, saying, “You won’t be able to leave this city. Remember it, brat.”
Shen Yuan looked at the exit for a moment longer before turning around to look at his family. Huo Rong giggled slightly. “Oh my, Yuan’er got angry for my sake. I’m so happy that I could die!”
She spoke in a dramatic voice to lighten the mood. Shen Yuan just shook his head and smiled slightly. Bing Rong then asked, “Why did you hold back at the end, Yuan’er? I felt your killing intent earlier, and I really thought you were going to kill him right there.”
Shen Yuan shook his head as he replied, “He is not worth it.”
Huo Rong tilted her head as she asked, “Not worth it for what?”
He continued with a flat tone, “He isn’t worthy enough for me to worsen my relationship with the Heavenly Merchant Pavilion over his worthless life. I can end him whenever I want, so he better pray that I don’t meet him while I’m in the city.”
Shen Yuxin smiled, looking at his mature thinking. He was able to hold back and not attack when he knew he could have finished his opponent in one move.
She fully approved of this approach, knowing that it was much more important to live a long life than just having a powerful cultivation base. After all, even ants can claw an elephant to death. ‘Well, ants won’t be able to do anything if it’s a dragon,’ she thought inwardly as she saw Shen Yuan’s potential.
Shen Yuan and his group continued looking around for a while longer, but the earlier encounter had soured the mood slightly.
Even the shelves that had looked interesting to him before lost their luster. He continued looking at one treasure after another, hoping to find something to help him, but Yue Lan continued to comment on each item he picked up.
[You have got to be kidding me, Shen Yuan. This looks like used toilet paper instead of ancient scriptures. And look at that—oh wait, that’s a real sword but still useless because your mom would give you something better later anyway, or you can buy it from the system….]
She continued commenting on the items he picked up, and 70-80% of it was trash, while the remaining items also weren’t good enough for him.
Shen Yuan shook his head internally, trying to ignore the growing irritation building up inside him. He knew Yue Lan was just trying to be helpful, but her remarks weren’t making it any easier for him.
Noticing his growing irritation, Shen Yuxin gently nudged him and suggested, “Yuan’er, don’t worry too much. You’ll find it somewhere else if not here. We didn’t have much expectation of finding it here anyway.”
Huo Rong and Bing Rong nodded their heads in agreement as they tried to support Shen Yuan.
Shen Yuan released a deep breath and replied with a slight smile, “I know that, but knowing one thing and facing it are two different things. Sigh, I expected too much from my damn luck.”