Chapter 157: Chapter 108: A Single Punch Shakes Xingning Street; Abundant Spiritual Essence, Refining the Demon Suppression Stele
After a brief silence, thunderous applause and cheers suddenly erupted!
The disciples of the Seven Stars Gang were finally able to hold their heads high, their jubilant shouts deafening.
The onlookers also cheered, their gazes toward Chu Fan filled with admiration and awe.
This young "Boss Chu" had finally won everyone’s respect with his strength!
He wasn’t like the previous one, Zhou Ye, who lacked strength and relied entirely on his uncle, Zhou Tianci!
The Shopkeeper of Hundred Herbs Hall scurried over with a fawning expression, holding several silver notes in his hands. He respectfully offered them to Chu Fan. "B-Boss Chu, this old one was blind and failed to recognize your greatness. I was so offensive before. This... this is the silver taels I’m returning to you."
Chu Fan was taken aback. "A refund? What refund?"
The Shopkeeper hurriedly explained.
It turned out that the last time Chu Fan and Zhao Tianxing had visited his shop, they had bought two stalks of wild mountain ginseng.
He had quoted a price of one thousand two hundred taels per stalk, but they had eventually settled on five hundred taels per stalk.
In reality, the actual cost of the wild mountain ginseng was only two hundred taels per stalk.
He hadn’t known that Chu Fan would later become the "boss" of Xingning Street. Now that he did, the "profit" he’d made was too hot to handle, so he had immediately run over to return the difference to Chu Fan.
"..." After hearing this, Chu Fan’s face turned green!
"Five hundred taels for one stalk of wild mountain ginseng, and you dared to make three hundred taels off me?!"
Chu Fan’s fists cracked as he clenched them. "And you even had the gall to demand one thousand two hundred taels at first?! You old bastard, you’re truly black-hearted and vicious, treating me like a pig to be slaughtered!"
"Two of you, come over here and hold him down for me!"
"Today, I’m going to teach him a lesson he’ll never forget!"
He originally thought he was a master haggler, but he never expected that in front of this old swindler, he was like a total amateur!
Something worth two hundred taels, and this old ghost dared to sell it for twelve hundred!
Even after I haggled him down to five hundred taels, he still made a net profit of three hundred!
The level of profiteering was so extreme that even Chu Fan, who had gone to the Blood Saber Sect to "rob" them multiple times, felt inferior!
Jiang Yuanfan and Liang Qiu immediately ran over and grabbed the Hundred Herbs Hall Shopkeeper’s arms, one on each side.
Chu Fan glared at the Shopkeeper, his eyes fierce.
The Hundred Herbs Hall Shopkeeper’s face went pale with fright. In a tearful voice, he said, "Boss Chu, calm your anger! Please, calm down! This old one will never dare to do it again! From now on, when you visit my shop, everything will be at cost! No, I’ll give you a discount! A huge discount!"
Seeing this, the short, chubby youth standing nearby quickly came over to smooth things over. "Fan, Fan, cool down! The Shopkeeper knows he was wrong, and this street will need your protection from now on..."
"Shopkeeper, in the future, if you get any good Treasure Plants or medicinal herbs, you’d better save them for our Fan, and give him priority and a good price, you hear?"
"Of course, of course! Absolutely at cost! No, even lower than cost!" The Hundred Herbs Hall Shopkeeper, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly agreed.
Chu Fan looked at the Shopkeeper’s cowardly appearance, snorted, and waved his hand dismissively.
Although this old fellow was crooked, he was a merchant on this street, and his attitude of admitting his mistake was "good," so he decided to let him off the hook for now.
Jiang Yuanfan and Liang Qiu had no choice but to let go.
Just then, Cao Feng also came down from the Drunken Immortal Tower and called out to Chu Fan, "Fan, the show is over, the fight is done. Isn’t it time we get to business?"
Chu Fan nodded, ready to leave with Cao Feng.
His gaze unintentionally swept across the second-floor window of the Drunken Immortal Tower, meeting the eyes of Liang Yuhen, whose face was pale and her expression complex.
Chu Fan lightly slapped the silver notes in his hand against his other palm a few times and said coolly, "Send my thanks to the big shots at the Iron Armor Sect. Thank them for the six hundred taels they sent over."
Liang Yuhen’s face grew even paler.
Jiang Yuanfan laughed heartily.
The short, chubby youth also puffed out his chest and looked around proudly.
Only Ling Feng’s expression was grim, his thoughts unknown.
Liang Qiu, however, remained silent, his eyes filled with wariness as he looked at Chu Fan.
Suddenly, Chu Fan’s gaze subconsciously fell to Liang Yuhen’s chest.
The breathtaking sensation from the "Corpse Handling" in the dark last night involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
A flicker of awkwardness crossed Chu Fan’s face, and he quickly averted his gaze.
On the second floor of the Drunken Immortal Tower, Liang Yuhen keenly caught Chu Fan’s strange gaze, and suspicion bloomed in her heart. ’What was that look just now? Why... did he seem a little awkward?’
’What on earth is going on? He won so cleanly and decisively, so why would he have that kind of expression?’
Watching the retreating figures of Chu Fan and Cao Feng, she bit her pale lips.
The strength Chu Fan had displayed today put immense pressure on her, and also caused a trace of inexplicable panic.
’I’ve had such terrible luck lately...’
’Getting injured by Chu Fan in Luofeng Valley was a complete humiliation.’
’Before I even recovered from my injuries, I followed Master Lei to pursue the Moon Worship Sect and was nearly beaten to death.’
’Today, I took a mission to put Chu Fan in his place, but it ended up with me just "delivering money" to him...’
Liang Yuhen felt a tightness in her chest, so frustrated she nearly coughed up blood.
...
The Martial Arts Arena of the Moon Arrow Martial Arts Hall was extremely spacious.
On the outskirts of the Martial Arts Arena, the bluestone-paved ground was polished as smooth as a mirror.
Dozens of disciples in uniform training attire were scattered across the field.
Some stood still in concentration, while others moved through bow stances. The sound of arrows slicing through the air rose and fell, each one precisely striking a distant target with a dull THUD, creating a solemn and focused atmosphere.
As Chu Fan followed Cao Feng into the Martial Arts Hall, his gaze was immediately drawn to a man standing with his hands behind his back in the middle of the arena, supervising the disciples’ archery practice.
The man was about fifty years old, with a gaunt face and bright, piercing eyes, sharp as a hawk’s. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and he naturally exuded an imposing aura without being angry.
This was none other than the master of the Moon Arrow Martial Arts Hall, whom Chu Fan had seen in his memories after the Refinement of the Bengyue Bow—Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan also spotted Cao Feng and his companion. A trace of surprise appeared on his face before he smiled and walked over to greet them. "Well now! What wind blew you here today? To think it would actually bring you, Old Cao!"
"If I hadn’t gone looking for you at the Seven Stars Gang, I bet you, you old coot, wouldn’t have remembered which way the doors to my Moon Arrow Martial Arts Hall even face for the next eight or ten years, would you?"
