No One in the Northern Sea
In the inn, Ye Fei was listening with great interest when he suddenly heard someone insulting him. He could not help but curiously turn his head and look at the youth who came in.
He saw that this person was in his early twenties but was already a tenth layer Martial King. In the Northern Region, such a person could be considered a genius and should not be a nobody.
"However, I have never seen this person before. What is the meaning of him insulting me like this?"
Ye Fei was somewhat unhappy but he did not refute. Firstly, there was no need to do so. Secondly, Quicksand City forbade fighting. There was no point in arguing with this person.
"Eh, it's Song Zhong. Why didn't he go to the best inn in the city? Why did he come to our inn?"
"Of course, the inn is full. Haven't you heard that the cultivators who entered the city in the past few days can't even stay in the inns? They can only sleep on the streets."
A cultivator who was familiar with the situation in the city spoke of the reason Song Zhong came here. After all, the opening of the Heaven Forsaken Land every thirty years was the greatest gathering of the Northern Region's young cultivators. Thus, Quicksand City would become very crowded.
Unfortunately, Song Zhong arrived a little late. Many places were already full. Helpless, he could only come to this small inn. In the end, he heard this group of cultivators discussing the Five Proud Sons of Heaven. Naturally, Song Zhong was enraged.
"Who was it that said that the Northern Sea bumpkin was a proud son of heaven? If you have the guts, come out and say it again in front of me!" Song Zhong shouted as he stared at the surrounding cultivators.
Many of the cultivators who met his gaze lowered their heads. They did not dare to continue speaking. Of course, there were also those with fiery tempers.
For example, a cultivator with a large beard sitting at the table next to Ye Fei was angry at Song Zhong's tyranny. He slammed the table and stood up, saying, "I was the one who said it. What can you do? Furthermore, the Five Proud Sons of Heaven are publicly acknowledged. "
"What? Publicly acknowledged? Have you asked this young master about the Five Proud Sons of Heaven? Furthermore, even if there are Five Proud Sons of Heaven, the Fifth Proud Son of Heaven should be this young master. What qualifications does that bumpkin of the Northern Sea have to be called a proud son of heaven?" Song Zhong said with a face full of pride.
"Bastard, you are not allowed to insult my idol!" The cultivator with a large beard was furious.
Uh, idol?
Ye Fei was suddenly a little speechless. He actually met his admirer here?
"Poof! Hahaha, you treat a country bumpkin as your idol? I can't take it anymore. This is too funny. However, this young master hates country bumpkins like you the most. Since you treat Ye Fei as your idol, then you should be like that country bumpkin and get out of this young master's sight. "Song Zhong let out a sinister laugh.
"Grandpa won't leave. Grandson, do you think you can chase grandpa away?!" The bearded martial artist's temper was fiery enough, and he scolded loudly.
In any case, Quicksand City prohibited the use of force. If martial artists came into conflict, the most they could do was curse at each other. It was just that the bearded man and the surrounding martial artists had clearly underestimated just how overbearing Song Zhong was.
"How dare you! You're just a country bumpkin. You don't have the qualifications to speak to this Young Master. Why haven't you scrammed out yet? "Song Zhong suddenly rushed towards the big bearded martial artist.
"You dare to attack?" The big bearded martial artist was shocked.
His reaction was a little slow. Song Zhong's palm had already slapped him, causing him to cough and retreat. If it weren't for a hand reaching out and pushing him back, he would have fallen to the ground and rolled around.
"Brother, thank you." The big bearded man regained his composure. He turned around and looked at Ye Fei with gratitude. Ye Fei waved his hand, "It's fine. But, isn't Quicksand City prohibited the use of force?"
He found it strange. Song Yu had not only broken the rules, but he had also disrespected Great Emperor Wang Qing. Why didn't the surrounding martial artists stand up and criticize him?
The big bearded man was stunned, also finding this strange. At this time, several of the big bearded man's friends finally reacted. One of them quickly pulled the big bearded man back and explained, "Brother Zhang, don't be impulsive. Song Zhong is the Northern Plains Kingdom's Prince. His big brother Song Yu is one of the five great proud sons of heaven. Who would dare to provoke him?"
Several others hurriedly apologized to Song Zhong, "Your Highness Song Zhong, we're really sorry. Our brother's brain isn't too good and he offended you. We apologize to you on his behalf!"
"Humph, so this person is a fool. No wonder he idolizes a country bumpkin. Forget it, this Young Lord is too lazy to bother with such a person!" Song Zhong deliberately waved his hand, his face filled with endless ridicule.
The big bearded man felt this ridicule, but he didn't dare to speak out. In the end, Song Zhong was the younger brother of the proud son of heaven, Song Yu. An ordinary martial artist simply couldn't afford to offend him.
After apologizing, several of his friends forcefully pulled the big bearded man out of the crowd. Song Zhong didn't stop them. Instead, he directly occupied the table. He called the waiter over and said, "Immediately prepare a room for this Young Lord."
"Young Lord, our guest rooms are all full. We don't even have enough space for the woodshed."
The waiter had a troubled look on his face. Hearing this, a strange smile flashed across Song Zhong's face, "We're full. Just chase one away. This Young Lord doesn't like him. I'll give him ten breaths of time to pack up his things and get out of this inn. Give me that guest room!"
Song Zhong suddenly pointed at Ye Fei with a sneer on his face. He had clearly seen that if Ye Fei hadn't stretched out his hand to help the big bearded man, that big bearded man would definitely have been sent rolling on the ground by Song Zhong's palm, making a fool of himself.
However, the big bearded man had many friends around him. Song Zhong couldn't go too far. So naturally, he turned his gaze to the lone Ye Fei.
The surrounding martial artists also looked at Ye Fei with sympathy.
"This kid is in trouble. He's been targeted by Song Zhong and he's alone. I reckon he'll have to pack up and leave soon."
"Sigh, this is what happens when you stick your neck out!"
"Serves him right. Song Zhong wanted to deal with that big bearded man. Why did he interfere for no reason?"
No martial artist was willing to step forward to help Ye Fei. Firstly, they didn't know Ye Fei. Secondly, with Song Zhong's status, he wasn't someone they could afford to offend.
"Young Lord, what do you think …" The waiter weighed the pros and cons and dawdled over to Ye Fei with a pleading look.
Ye Fei was depressed and couldn't help but sigh. He looked at Song Zhong and said, "It looks like I've been too low-key. Dogs and cats are barking at me the moment they see me! Song Zhong, right? You were the one who spoke ill of North Sea. Do you dare say it again in front of me? "
Bam!
Seeing that Ye Fei was alone and that he didn't hurry to pack up and leave after learning of Song Zhong's identity, Song Zhong couldn't stand it any longer. He strode over and kicked Ye Fei's table. "F * * k, I didn't notice earlier. So you're a martial artist from Beiyang Country. Are you looking for a scolding? I'll tell you loudly that there's no one in North Sea! Those from North Sea are country bumpkins. Those from Beiyang Country are trash! "
Song Zhong's words were very vicious. It was a complete humiliation. Ye Fei was immediately enraged. "You filthy mouth. Scram to the side. Clean up your bad breath before talking to me!"
Bam!
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