Supreme Emptiness

Jiang Fan looked over upon hearing the words.

Seeing his attire, he knew he was a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Peak.

His undisguised hostility made Jiang Fan frown.

Without any courtesy, he said, "Youran, Silin, tell him who I am to you."

"So he can stop babbling."

Xu Youran cupped his hands toward the newcomer and said, "Senior Brother Ding, this is my fiancé, Jiang Fan."

Chen Silin was not as gentle as Xu Youran; she glanced at him coldly and said:

"I am Jiang Fan’s concubine; this is none of Senior Brother Ding’s business, please do not disturb our reunion."

What?

Ding Wanping found it hard to believe.

Xu Youran, such a beautiful and top-tier Seventh Grade Spirit Root genius, actually had a marriage contract with this worthless guy?

So be it, but Chen Silin, a Sixth Grade Spirit Root with top-tier looks, is his concubine!

Looking at her demeanor, she seemed very content!

Why?

He, the third senior brother of the Heavenly Sword Peak and the third true disciple,

did not have the fortune of possessing two beautiful and talented women.

What is Jiang Fan?

He frowned and said in a deep voice, "Junior sisters, stop fooling around."

"Being with such a person with no future is irresponsible for your lives."

"Come back with me quickly, and I will personally teach you our peak’s swordsmanship."

Saying this, he directly reached out.

Extending both hands, he tried to grab each of their fragrant shoulders.

Jiang Fan’s eyes glinted coldly.

Xu Youran and Chen Silin had already made it clear, yet he still did not give up.

More excessively, he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity for physical contact.

He acted decisively.

A palm strike, Shocking Dragon, flew out.

Ding Wanping laughed angrily, "What do you think you are, daring to strike at a true disciple?"

He was waiting for Jiang Fan to strike.

Just to fiercely teach him a lesson in front of the two beauties, letting them see how incompetent their fiancé was.

So, he excitedly took the palm strike.

Dealing with a newcomer, he, as a true disciple, wasn’t that easy?

However.

As soon as they exchanged blows, Ding Wanping felt an extraordinarily domineering palm power.

When he tried to resist with full strength, it was already too late.

He was shaken and sent flying, landing embarrassingly on the ground.

The surrounding disciples were dumbfounded.

Usually, it was the senior disciples bullying the newcomers.

This was the first time a newcomer bullied a senior disciple!

"What a strange sight!"

"Aren’t they saying the Heavenly Sword Peak people are not to be messed with?"

"Is he really a true disciple? How weak!"

Ding Wanping felt humiliated beyond measure!

As a true disciple, he got beaten by a newcomer!

If word spread, would he still have any face?

"Jiang Fan! You’re courting death!" Ding Wanping drew his long sword, making it hum loudly, "Kneel down and apologize!"

"Or else…"

Jiang Fan pushed aside the two women, grasped the hilt of the sword on his back with a cold gaze, "Threatening me, you’re not qualified."

Enduring normally was right.

But when bullied to the limit, continued endurance was cowardice.

When it was time to show his fangs, he wouldn’t be polite.

Ding Wanping was extremely furious.

Jiang Fan did not regard him, a true disciple, at all!

He snorted in anger, charging in with his sword, shouting, "I’ll teach you a lesson, let you know what the Green Cloud Sect is and what it relies on to speak!"

Without strength, being arrogant in Green Cloud Sect led to a dire end.

The senior disciples looked pityingly at Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan was completely unafraid.

Gripping the Purple Sword, ready to strike at any moment.

But at this moment.

A loud voice scolded, "Disciple of Heavenly Sword Peak, do you want to enter the Reward and Punishment Hall? Aren’t you aware it’s forbidden to fight on the square?"

It was the Deacon of the square leading a patrol, noticing the commotion, immediately stopping it.

Upon hearing this, Ding Wanping’s face changed.

Unwillingly glaring at Jiang Fan, he sheathed the sword, turning to face the approaching deacon, "Deacon Bai, I was just scaring him."

Deacon Bai glared at him sternly.

Seeing he was a true disciple of Heavenly Sword Peak, did not delve deeper, only snorted, "The night market is starting, if you don’t want punishment, behave yourself."

After saying this, he continued patrolling with his team.

Ding Wanping clenched his fists and spat, "Really picked the right timing!"

"Can’t come a bit later?"

Actually, not just the square, the entire Nine Peaks, even the outer Green Cloud City, disallowed private duels.

Once caught, severely punished.

However, he was a true disciple.

Even if he truly beat Jiang Fan, would the sect punish him, an elite disciple over a discarded trash disliked by Li Qingfeng?

"You’re lucky today!" Ding Wanping said viciously.

Jiang Fan released the sword hilt, coldly staring at Ding Wanping, "The lucky one is you."

At this moment.

Suddenly, disciples surged down from the Ten Peaks, holding lamps, setting up stalls in the square.

Displaying various items they had acquired.

There were Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures found during adventures, as well as lower-tier magic artifacts they had made, and some powerful inner sect disciples selling their cultivation insights.

The dazzling array of goods was overwhelming.

Xu Youran and Chen Silin showed curious expressions.

A woman’s love for shopping showed unmistakably.

Seeing this, Jiang Fan laughed and said, "Let’s go, I’ll accompany you to browse, and buy whatever you like."

Ever since finalizing the engagement with the two, he hadn’t given them a proper gift.

Now was just the right time to buy each a gift.

The two women looked expectantly.

The gifts were not important; what mattered was who gave them.

"Tsk! Frog in a well, do you think the night market of the Green Cloud Sect uses gold and silver?"

Ding Wanping laughed.

"It’s crystal stones! Crystal stones! Do you have any?"

"Talking big about buying for them!"

Xu Youran quickly said, "Forget it, Fan, I don’t want to browse anymore."

Chen Silin shook her head gently, "When I receive my monthly hundred crystal stones, I’ll buy for you."

Jiang Fan smiled.

He had been worrying about the thousand crystal stones he got from Xu Ganglie, having nowhere to spend them.

"Let’s go, buy without worry, I have plenty of crystal stones." He wrapped his arm around their shoulders, entering the night market.

Ding Wanping laughed, "Pretending to be rich." @@novelbin@@

"Junior sisters, whatever you fancy, let Senior Brother pay."

"This useless fiancé of yours only knows how to coax with words."

The two women angrily glared at him, deeply annoyed.

Suddenly.

Xu Youran accidentally saw a mid-grade magic artifact, a blue long sword.

The sword body was light and simply carved.

Whether in grade or design, it was far better than the ones distributed by the Heavenly Sword Peak.

Most importantly, when the stall owner waved the Green Sword, it emitted dazzling green light, enough to blind an enemy’s vision at a critical moment.

For a moment, she couldn’t help but look a few more times.

Ding Wanping noticed and eagerly said, "Junior sister, you like this sword? Alright, Senior Brother will buy it."

Then he asked the stall owner, "How much for this sword?"

The stall owner, wearing a hat to conceal identity, said, "Two hundred crystal stones."

How much?

Ding Wanping was taken aback, "A mid-grade magic artifact, at most fifty crystal stones, why ask for two hundred?"

As a true disciple, he only received a hundred crystal stones monthly from Green Cloud Sect.

Spending two hundred to please Xu Youran, he couldn’t bear it.

The stall owner, without looking up, rudely said, "Buy if you want, otherwise scram!"

Ding Wanping, unused to such treatment, shouted, "I’m Ding Wanping from Heavenly Sword Peak! Repeat what you just said!"

Unexpectedly, the stall owner sneered, "Whatever you are, no money, then scram!"

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Ding Wanping gritted his teeth.

Feeling humiliated in front of the two women, and in the night market, he couldn’t fight.

He turned his anger towards Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan indeed smiled playfully.

Infuriated, Ding Wanping said, "Laugh all you want, as if you’re rich enough to buy it."

Jiang Fan shrugged.

Pulled out twenty mid-grade crystal stones from his pouch, and tossed them on the stall.

"I’ll take the sword."