A Blind Swordsman's Sword Coffin

Right after the condescending voice rang out, Ye Feng turned and spotted a youth in purple robes glaring at him with open disgust. He was far from attractive, his face etched with a sly, calculating air that suggested constant scheming. His drooping eyes and flat nose did nothing to help his appearance.

His luxurious robes and the paper fan in his hand couldn’t disguise his ugliness.

When he saw the three of them, each more handsome than the last, a flash of jealousy flickered in his eyes. His earlier remark had been aimed at Ye Feng.

Despite being only seventeen or eighteen, the youth’s tone made him seem like a grumpy old man.

The youth grew even angrier because the trio ignored him. He narrowed his eyes and cried, “Don’t you know who I am? You’d better get the fuck out of my way!”

Then, he muttered under his breath, “Ignorant idiots! Do they let anyone into Yunding these days?”

His outburst quickly attracted the attention of passersby, and many people stopped to watch the drama unfold.

Many recognized him. One man frowned and muttered, “Why is Wang Heyang here? Doesn’t the Cloud Pill Pavilion worry he’ll get himself killed out in the streets one day?”

The man beside him tugged at his sleeve and hurriedly whispered, “Fourth Brother, do you want to die?! Annoying or not, he’s still a core disciple of the Cloud Pill Pavilion. That’s not someone we can afford to offend!”

He glanced at Li Guanqi’s group with concern. “Let’s go. Don’t get involved.”

The onlookers whispered among themselves, some laughing at the trio’s bad luck in crossing paths with Wang Heyang.

However, when Wang Heyang looked at the trio, he realized they were as calm as water. He could not tell what they were thinking, which made him even angrier.

With a sharp snap, he folded his fan, though he only carried it to appear more refined than others. “If you three country bumpkins aren’t deaf, you should have heard who I am by now. Get out of my face!”

Ye Feng tilted his head and gave him a cold look. He glanced at the rest of the wide street, then at Li Guanqi. When Li Guanqi gave a small nod, Ye Feng burst out laughing. “Are you serious right now?”

A murmur rippled through the crowd. Such a rude reply had caught everyone off guard.

A girl stared at Ye Feng and covered her mouth. “Doesn’t that blond guy know who Wang Heyang is? How could he just... insult him like that? He’s so handsome too. What a pity.”

The other girls around her nodded in agreement.

A pretty girl in a pink dress could not help but remark, “He’s definitely handsome. Too bad he’s brainless.”

A cultivator nearby chuckled. “Hahaha! I never thought I’d see anyone talk to Wang Heyang like that. With his temper, he won’t let this go. Didn’t the last guy who mouthed off to him end up hanging from the city gates the next day?”

Wang Heyang narrowed his eyes, fixing a glare on Ye Feng. His pride was on the line.

Before he could speak, Ye Feng cut in. “Stop squinting like that. Keep it up and you won’t be able to see at all. This street’s wide enough for ten of me, and you still claim I’m in your way? Sounds like you’re asking for a beating.”

Ye Feng shook his head with contempt.

Killing intent flashed in Wang Heyang’s eyes. A blade slid from the spine of his folded fan. Without another word, he lunged at Ye Feng.

Bright red flames flared around him, the aura of a Golden Core Realm cultivator surging out. Fire crawled up the fan, its flames writhing violently as he darted in an erratic path toward his target.

As he struck, Cao Yan and Li Guanqi simply turned and strolled toward the auction house, not even glancing back. The crowd watched in shock.

Many people thought Ye Feng was going to die a bloody death. But instead, they heard a dull thud.

Ye Feng moved as quickly as lightning, dodging Wang Heyang’s attack. He spun and drove his fist into Wang Heyang’s face.

Boom!

The force hurled Wang Heyang to the ground. His head struck the ground hard, cracking the stone tiles before his body bounced up from the impact.

Then, Ye Feng twisted at the waist and kicked him square in the face.

Blood sprayed. Teeth shattered. Wang Heyang swallowed the blood and fragments of his teeth as he flew backward—only to be caught by the hair, lifted like a rag doll by Ye Feng, who had appeared beside him without a sound.

The bystanders went silent. They had not expected Ye Feng to be a Golden Core Realm cultivator as well.

But...

But... both were in the early Golden Core Realm. How could the gap between them be as vast as heaven and earth? Ye Feng was stronger in every way.

Everyone started to speculate about his identity. With such great strength at such a young age, he should be famous. However, no one could place him among any faction in the Eastern Territory.

Dangling in Ye Feng’s grip, Wang Heyang trembled, though from fury rather than fear. To be humiliated like this in front of so many...

Ye Feng met his glare with bored indifference. “You act like you’re the shit, but you’re weak. You’re not even worth the effort.”

Boom!

With a flick, he hurled him a dozen zhang away. Wang Heyang skidded across the street, leaving a long, bloody smear.

Ye Feng dusted his hands with a frown, as if the blood splattered on them disgusted him. He growled in a low voice, “I don’t care who you are. Do not bother us again.”

Without looking back, he caught up to his companions, and the trio stepped into the Yunding Auction House.

Wang Heyang lay on the ground in agony, every bone aching. With effort, he pushed himself up and spat out a few mouthfuls of sticky blood mixed with broken teeth.

He glared menacingly at the trio, then swept his gaze across the gawking crowd. “What the fuck are you staring at?! Get lost before I kill you all!”