Chapter 212: White Tiger Association

Senior Brother, it's like this: we were just about to buy something at a stall when a group of people came out, insisting we were forcing a sale and trying to arrest us!

Huh?

Yan Buji looked strange—are there really people this unreasonable in this world?

Yan Buji asked himself that, aside from liking to play dirty and strike from the shadows, he still seemed quite reasonable on the surface.

If they're unreasonable, I also know a bit of martial arts.

Yan Buji smiled: 'Right and wrong, we'll discuss later. If they really dare to cause trouble for Pure Wind Temple disciples, when I return to the temple, the masters will naturally enforce justice.'

Yes, Senior Brother!

Arriving at the spot, Yan Buji walked over and saw a group of rogue cultivators gathered at the side, then he walked into the center of the crowd.

Who dares to bully Pure Wind Temple disciples?!

Senior Brother! You've finally come—these people are unreasonable, and they're trying to cause trouble for us even though we did nothing!

The disciples ran to Yan Buji's side and glared at the group of cultivators nearby.

The leader, a cultivator at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refining, brandished a broadsword, sized up Yan Buji a few times, and asked, 'Who are you?'

'I am Yuejin of Pure Wind Temple; I don't know why you're making things difficult for them,' Yan Buji asked.

'Hmph, let me tell you: what sort of disciples does Pure Wind Temple produce? Don't you know the market's rules? You don't buy and just leave; you haggle, then you must buy! Otherwise, how can anyone do business? Moreover, all the shop owners here are under the White Tiger Association's protection, so Pure Wind Temple cultivators must follow the rules too!'

Yan Buji chuckled upon hearing that: 'You're saying haggling means you must buy?'

That's only natural!

'I see you lot have been throwing your weight around here for far too long—where's any reason in that? It's laughable. Get lost!'

'Wait, you want to leave?!'

Yan Buji wanted to take the disciples away, but he didn't expect the White Tiger Association members to dare block them!

The reputation of Pure Wind Temple really is useless.

Forget it.

Yan Buji looked at them and sneered: 'What, you still want to attack Pure Wind Temple disciples? What does your White Tiger Association even amount to?!'

You!

'Old baldy, what are you saying?!'

The disciples stared at Yan Buji in surprise, never expecting their usually gentle senior brother to be so fierce when things got serious.

Yan Buji looked at them: 'I see you can't be reasoned with, but I also know a bit of martial arts. If you're not afraid to die, come outside and we'll compare.'

'You, a Seventh Layer of Qi Refining cultivator, dare to be this arrogant? I, Bai Sanhu, will give you a proper lesson today!'

The leader, an Eighth Layer of Qi Refining cultivator, glared at Yan Buji, who responded with contempt both on his face and in his heart.

Just an Eighth Layer of Qi Refining—nothing worth using his full strength on.

However, this also reflects the chaotic situation in Pure Wind Market, where a band of rogue cultivators has formed a faction and runs roughshod everywhere.

Isn't this making the nearby cultivators know only the White Tiger Association and not Pure Wind Temple?

Too passive, too non-contentious—this sect's influence is truly odd.

Both sides brought their people outside the market, since everyone inside is doing business and knows that starting a conflict there would be bad and have a major impact.

'Do you want to come at me one by one, or should I take on all of you at once?' Yan Buji said calmly.

The disciples froze, staring at Yan Buji in shock: 'Senior Brother, does it make a difference?'

'Yes, fighting them one by one means they lose slowly; all at once means they lose quickly.'

Bai Sanhu's face flushed red with anger as he pointed at Yan Buji: 'You stinking Daoist, your tone is arrogant! I alone am enough to take you down—look at my blade!'

Yan Buji saw the incoming blade—it wasn't an Accumulation Device, but rather a piece of Spiritual Material that had been slightly polished and used directly, unable to hold any magical power.

The White Tiger Association doesn't look very formidable either.

Yan Buji stood in place, fingers forming a magical seal, and flames surged from his palm, multiplying many times over.

A huge fire serpent appeared, and at Yan Buji's command, it lunged at Bai Sanhu.

Seeing the terrifying fire, Bai Sanhu's expression changed; he immediately channeled magical power to raise a Spiritual Shield to block the fire serpent's erosion.

'Shameless—real men should fight hand-to-hand!'

'Who wants to fight you hand-to-hand? Are you missing half your brain or is it completely undeveloped, to say such a thing?' Yan Buji rolled his eyes.

We're all Magical Cultivators—can't we just have a proper magical duel?

Swear again!

Tch.

Yan Buji couldn't be bothered to insult him; he raised his hand, channeling wood-element magical power, and a wood serpent shot up from the ground to tightly bind Bai Sanhu's legs.

'Not good!' Bai Sanhu widened his eyes as he saw Yan Buji increase his magical output; the fire serpent swelled even more, breaking through his Spiritual Shield and blasting him several meters away.

'Third Brother!' A group of White Tiger Association cultivators rushed to catch Bai Sanhu; though uninjured, he was covered head to toe in soot from the fire, looking quite miserable.

Yan Buji withdrew his power, looked at the miserable Bai Sanhu, and shook his head: 'That's it?'

'You! Don't get cocky—if our boss makes a move, you definitely won't last three seconds!'

'Then we'll talk later, junior brothers—let's go.'

Yes, Senior Brother!

'Senior Brother, you're amazing—when did you just cast that binding technique?'

'Senior Brother, can you teach me how to duel magically?'

Bai Sanhu's face darkened as he watched the group leave, taking a deep breath.

'Third Brother, should we—'

'Are you really stupid or just pretending? Anyway, they're Pure Wind Temple disciples—if anything happens, we both would have to answer with our lives.' The foolishness vanished from Bai Sanhu's face, replaced by a sinister, ruthless air.

'As long as they don't come cause trouble, it's fine—first we'll get rid of them...'

Bai Sanhu is not stupid; on the contrary, he knows that something big is about to happen at Clear Wind Market, so he must first drive these people away before saying anything else.

Otherwise, if they really throw those old Daoists of Clear Wind Temple down the mountain, wouldn't that be seeking their own death?

On the other side.

Yan Buji recalled the recent fight, always feeling something was off.

"No, just now when my Spiritual Fire broke through the Spiritual Shield, even if I had intended to hold back, that Bai Sanhu's body suddenly flashed a light, but then it disappeared...."

Yan Buji guessed that the opponent might have intentionally received this move of his and pretended to lose, thus making a defensive maneuver at that moment, but because he had held back, he hastily stopped.

Did this Bai Sanhu intentionally let him?

No, they deliberately picked a fight, and this posture clearly shows they want to drive them out of Clear Wind Market, not wanting them to stay long.

Yan Buji looked at the sky and pondered for a while.

When night fell, Yan Buji said: "I'll first go check the surroundings; you leave a few to keep watch, be careful."

Yes, senior brother!

Yan Buji smiled slightly, leaving an imperceptible trace of Spiritual Material on these disciples using the Guide Qi Technique; fortunately, this Spiritual Material can react with another kind of Spiritual Material, allowing him to promptly know their location.

Therefore, Yan Buji does not worry about them being captured.

As for being directly killed by foul play here?

Then blame your own insufficient strength for venturing out; anyway, the worst case is just leaving directly.

However, Yan Buji wanted to understand the abnormality of that market.