Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

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After the bidding for the medicine concluded.

The powerful members of the Heavenly Treasure Chamber of Commerce opened each sphere in sequence, starting with number one, and the herbs within each sphere were promptly revealed to the audience upon their opening.

"Number one, a strand of Qingluo Root!"

"Number two, a piece of Monk Fruit..."

Seven spheres were opened in succession, and all contained extremely cheap common herbs.

The person who got sphere number one fared the worst.

He had bet a hundred thousand to win this number one sphere, only to end up with a Qingluo Root worth a hundred silver, and then sphere number eight was opened, to which Xiao Yi also looked forward with some anticipation.

Crack!

The sphere opened.

A fragrance of herbs wafted through the air.

Instantly, it prompted a wave of gasps, "This, this seems to be a fifth-grade Spiritual Medicine Purple Jade Dragon King Ginseng!"

"Looking at its quality, it must have a hundred years of maturity. Brother, for this herb I offer one million..."

"One million for a Purple Jade Dragon King Ginseng of such fine quality? You must be joking. I bid five million, sell it to me!"

"I bid six million..."

In no time, Xiao Yi found himself surrounded by a throng of people, each eagerly bidding to acquire the Purple Jade Dragon King Ginseng.@@novelbin@@

Xiao Yi: "..."

Seeing Xiao Yi remain unmoved, a middle-aged man stepped forward and said, "Young man, my mother is gravely ill and in dire need of the Purple Jade Dragon King Ginseng to survive. I'm willing to pay ten million silver, could you please sell it to me?"

Ten million?

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Xiao Yi blinked, marveling at how he had spent only ten thousand silver but had gained an herb worth ten million.

A ten thousand percent profit!

"Young man, please..." the strong man begged with a piteous face.

Xiao Yi sighed and said, "All right, I'll sell it to you."

"Thank you, thank you so much!"

The middle-aged man's face lit up with ecstasy, as he took out a stack of silver notes from his Storage Ring, ready to make the transaction. But at that moment, an arrogant voice cut through the crowd, "Eh? This Purple Jade Dragon King Ginseng looks good. Taking it back for soup would be highly nourishing; I'll take it, young master!"

"Hm?"

The middle-aged man's face slightly changed as he looked over to the source of the voice.

A young man named Zhang Yang, hands clasped behind his back, appeared before the crowd with an air of aloofness.

The middle-aged man's expression turned ugly as he said in a deep voice, "Brother, I saw this herb first and I hope..."

Smack!

A burly man standing behind the young man backhanded the middle-aged man across the face, sending him tumbling to the ground while saying coldly, "Who do you think you are? Worthy to call our young master brother?"

"You..."

The middle-aged man's face turned ashen.

The young man looked up at Xiao Yi, his lips curling with amusement, "Kid, it's a small world, isn't it? I didn't expect to bump into you so soon!"

Wasn't this young man Tan Huajian?

The cultivation of the burly man beside him was at the Fifth Layer of the Tao Tribulation Realm. His muscles were like heavy slabs of metal, intricately outlined, stands next to Tan Huajian like a chunk of solid iron.

Xiao Yi frowned as he helped the middle-aged man to his feet, saying, "Keep the Purple Jade Dragon King Ginseng for yourself."

"This..."

The middle-aged man was taken aback.

Xiao Yi handed back the silver notes to him and said with a smile, "Better for you to take it to save your mother, than to let it be wasted by some beasts unworthy of it!"

"Brother, thank you!"

The middle-aged man took the Purple Jade Dragon King Ginseng gratefully, shooting a glance filled with gratitude at Xiao Yi, and whispered, "Please be careful, they're dangerous."

Xiao Yi waved his hand dismissively, "Don't worry, they're just annoying flies."

As Xiao Yi handed over the Purple Jade Dragon King Ginseng to the middle-aged man, Tan Huajian's face turned livid as he said coldly, "Kid, are you deaf? Didn't you hear me? I said I wanted the Purple Jade Dragon King Ginseng, how dare you give it to someone else?"

Xiao Yi glanced at him, "And you are? Do I know you?"

"You..."

Tan Huajian's face contorted with displeasure.

He had no use for the Purple Jade Dragon King Ginseng himself; his intention had been merely to spoil Xiao Yi's deal. And now, Xiao Yi had the audacity to give the ginseng away right in front of him.

In Tan Huajian's eyes, it was an utter affront to his own dignity!

Tan Huajian turned to the burly man beside him, "Ah Long, cripple his cultivation, break his arms and legs!"

"Understood!"

Ah Long cracked his neck, producing a series of crisp sounds.

He stepped forward.

Ah Long was now in front of Xiao Yi, his right hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles crackling like thunder. With a punch thrown, the whistling of his fist carried the fury of wind and thunder, heading straight for Xiao Yi.

This punch was infused with the essence of fist intent.

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A cage of condensed fighting intent had formed, trapping Xiao Yi within its confines.

An immense pressure bore down from all directions.

"This is the Tan Family's Iron Fist Ah Long. It is said that he was once a slave, but was kept by the Tan Family due to his exceptional combat talent..."

"The strongest aspect of Iron Fist Ah Long is his pair of fists, which are said to have reached the third stage of fighting intent, extremely terrifying!"

"That youngster is in danger!"

Mastering the third stage of fighting intent at the Fifth Layer of the Tao Tribulation Realm, his combat power could rival someone at the Seventh Layer of the Tao Tribulation Realm; even among the top ten sects, a being like Ah Long could be considered a genius.

Xiao Yi's eyes sharpened, a glint of cold light flashing through them like thunder.

All that could be seen was a flash of black light before him.

Xiao Yi's right hand formed a palm and blocked in front of him; with a crisp snap, that mocking, iron fist was steadied firmly in his grasp.

Hiss!

Sparks flew from under Xiao Yi's feet as he slid backward two meters, fist and all.

The power of that punch was imaginable.

Xiao Yi raised an eyebrow, "At the Fifth Layer of the Tao Tribulation Realm, you can make me retreat? If I were to bring this man back, my Xiaoshanhe Institute could gain another remarkable warrior!"

Amazement painted Ah Long's face, shock overwhelming his heart, "A mere First Layer of the Tao Tribulation Realm blocked my Invincible Iron Fist?"

His expertise was in boxing.

The name Iron Fist Ah Long was already famous throughout Beast Emperor City.

Even among those desperados on the Slave Battlefield who licked the edges of blades, there were few who could withstand more than three moves from him. Xiao Yi was only at the First Layer of the Tao Tribulation Realm, yet he had so easily blocked his punch.

This level of strength was truly terrifying!

Tan Huajian, unaware of Ah Long's shock, assumed Ah Long had not put forth his full strength. He raised his black whip and lashed toward him, and with a crisp snap, the piercing sound of flesh being torn followed.

A sinister streak of blood appeared on Ah Long's back, soaking his clothes red in an instant.

Tan Huajian bellowed, "Useless thing, why haven't you killed him for me yet?"

Ah Long grimaced in pain, a flash of hatred and resentment crossing the depths of his eyes, but as a mere slave, defying his master would mean being hunted by the entire Beast Emperor City.

Grinding his teeth, Ah Long could only lash out again with his fists, "Invincible Iron Fist!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fists rained down like a torrential downpour.

Xiao Yi's figure moved with ease, dodging the overwhelming barrage of fists from Ah Long and whispered, "Your name is Ah Long, right? Would you like to follow me?"

"Huh?"

Ah Long's punches faltered.

Xiao Yi continued whispering, "If you follow me, we will be partners. I'll give you your freedom; you'll no longer be a slave!"

Hum!

Ah Long's expression changed dramatically.

Freedom!

That word could only appear in his dreams.

Ah Long's punches did not lessen; he whispered back begrudgingly, "Stop talking nonsense... I am but a slave; the Tan Family would never let me leave."

"Don't worry, as long as you're willing to follow me, I'll handle the Tan Family!" Xiao Yi said with a smile.

Ah Long halted his assault, frowning, "You'll handle the Tan Family? What makes you think I can trust you?"

Tan Huajian, seeing Ah Long stop, was instantly furious, "You dog, did I tell you to stop? Kill him for me, get to it…"

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The black whip continued to strike Ah Long's body relentlessly.

Even with Ah Long's strong physique, he was covered in wounds from the whip's lashes.

Xiao Yi raised an eyebrow, flashed past Ah Long, grabbed the whip with a fierce yank, pulling Tan Huajian in front of him. The whip coiled around Tan Huajian's neck as he looked at Ah Long with amusement: "This is the proof!"

"What are you doing? Let go of me…"

Pinned to the ground by Xiao Yi, Tan Huajian was a picture of humiliation and fury, roaring at Ah Long, "Bastard, you see me being held down here and do nothing? Kill him for me or I swear I will kill you..."

Roar!

Ah Long's eyes blazed red, his fists clenched tightly, veins pulsing on his arms.

Whoosh!

He threw a punch forward.

Xiao Yi remained smiling, not moving an inch.

Tan Huajian's face showed a smug satisfaction, "You bastard, you're done for..."

Before he could finish.

His expression of satisfaction turned to horror and disbelief; the punch was not meant for Xiao Yi, but headed straight for his head. With a loud bang, Tan Huajian's head exploded, leaving his body beyond recognition.

Huffing! Huffing!

Ah Long gasped for air, his reddened eyes filled with exhilaration and a sense of liberation, staring intently at Xiao Yi, "You said, you would give me freedom!"

Xiao Yi smiled broadly, "Welcome to Xiaoshanhe Institute!"