Chapter 129: Myriad Treasures Store

　　“Ah!” Ding Ling’er froze to the spot. The words shook her so much that her head was buzzing, and she could hardly respond. ‘Wipe out the Cheng Family? Who does he think he is? A sixth-tier Alchemy Emperor or a Martial Emperor of the Seven Constellations Realm?’

　　Cheng Feiche was in complete panic and despair as he watched almost all his men killed and the enemy warriors rushing at him aggressively. He fell to the ground while trembling in fear and kowtowed desperately. “I was wrong, Li Yunxiao! I was wrong! Please forgive me! Please spare my pathetic life!”

　　Xingyang Jie, on the other hand, had all the blood drained from his face. When he saw his only Martial Lord get killed by Li Changfeng with the head crushed, then watched Cheng Feiche kneel and beg for life, he was instantly scared out of his wits. Hurriedly, he fell to his knees behind Cheng Feiche and began to kowtow repeatedly as well.

　　Both of them had superior status, and they were normally the ones who controlled the life and death of others. Now, when the situation was reversed, they finally knew how frightening and excruciating it was to have their life and death controlled by others.

　　Ding Ling’er was taken aback. She did not think these descendants of aristocratic families to be so spineless. With a despising look that could not be concealed on her face, she said to Yunxiao, “Let them go! The situation will still be manageable if you stop now.”

　　Yu Rong chimed in seriously, “Yes, stop now! Tianyuan Trading Company is willing to mediate for you, and I believe we can resolve this matter…”

　　“Shut your mouth!” Yunxiao shouted as he showed a derisive look and sneered, “Do you really think you are somebody? Do you want more slaps in the face? You are just the Tianyuan Trading Company! Do you think you have a strong influence? I might pay a little attention to Myriad Treasures Store, but the rest of you are nothing in my eyes!”

　　“You!” Yu Rong flew into a rage, his neck flushed. However, when he saw all the murderous glances sweeping over at him from all directions, he choked back his fury.

　　Ding Ling’er was angry as well, but it was true that she had gotten a slap in the face just now. Even a descendant of the Cheng Family had refused to sell her a favor, so how could she mediate and resolve the grudge between them? For a moment, she was at a loss, and a sad feeling washed over her. ‘Is Tianyuan Trading Company really on the decline?’

　　Bam!

　　A loud exploding noise rang out as the head of one of the Martial Kings beside Cheng Feiche was blown apart by Xiao Qingwang with a punch, his brains spilling everywhere!

　　A Martial King was killed with his head gone!

　　It scared the wits out of the other Martial King, which allowed Li Chunyang to shatter his heart with a palm and throw him flying away.

　　In the blink of an eye, all the warriors were killed, leaving only Cheng Feiche and Xingyang Jie, who were still desperately kowtowing and begging for their lives. Their faces were covered in fear, tear, and snot, and their pants were already wet with pee, filling the air with a foul smell.

　　“Disgusting! Kill them now!” Yunxiao covered his nose and turned to leave.

　　A warrior rushed over and was about to kill them when a loud, furious roar rang out in the distance suddenly, “Who is so bold as to murder in my Thousand Treasures Trade Fair?”

　　The voice was as strong as that of a huge copper bell, echoing from far to near and drowning all other sounds. And by the time the voice reached the scene, everyone could already see a figure in a gray robe flying over.

　　“A Martial Grandmaster!” Yunxiao’s face flickered, and he shouted hurriedly, “Kill them, do it now!”

　　The warrior, who was about to kill both men, was stunned by the loud cry and froze one the spot, but then Yunxiao’s shout woke him. Hastily, he raised the sword in his hand and swung it down.

　　“Hmph! How dare you murder someone when I am already here!”

　　The voice rang out again, and the gray figure got nearer. Suddenly, the warrior felt his body pressed down by an invisible force, which made him unable to move. In fact, he was not the only one; everyone on the scene was startled as they were all locked in place by the gray-robed man’s pressure.

　　“It’s Elder Yin! We are in deep trouble this time!” A trace of fear flashed in Ding Ling’er’s eyes, and her heart sunk abruptly. The man was none other than the person-in-charge of this year’s Thousand Treasures Trade Fair, who was one of the Guardian Elders sent to station in the Firecrow Empire by Myriad Treasures Store, and also a Martial Grandmaster of the Six Directions Realm, Yin Zhaoyang!

　　It was a huge taboo to robe or murder at Thousand Treasures Trade Fair, and the consequence would be more serious than offending the Cheng Family. After all, when one offended the Cheng Family, there was still room to talk over, but no one had dared to disobey Thousand Treasures Trade Fair’s rules over the last hundreds of years. And those who did were already dead.

　　“I’m safe! I’m safe! Haha!” Cheng Feiche lurched to his feet and cried out excitedly, “Save me! Elder Yin, save me! I’m Cheng Feiche from the Cheng Family! Haha! I’m safe—”

　　Suddenly, his voice stopped as a sword came poking out of his chest, piercing straight through his heart. Blood smeared the tip of the sword red, dripping to the ground.

　　Cheng Feiche looked incredulously at the blade that came out of his chest, then turned and looked over his shoulder. He saw Xingyang Jie holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, staring at him with a cold look, with the color of his pupils turned evilly red.

　　Plop!

　　Even until the last moment of his life, Cheng Feiche still could not believe and understand why Xingyang Jie would want to kill him. After he fell to the ground, Xingyang Jie pulled the sword out and used it to cut his own neck. Blood gushed out instantly as he, too, fell next to Cheng Feiche.

　　It was then that his pupils gradually returned normal. He looked confused at first, then it was replaced by shock and terror. He desperately covered his neck with both hands, trying to stop the bleeding, but it was all in vain.

　　His pupils gradually dilated as his life left his body. The last scene he saw was Yunxiao’s evil crescent-shaped pupils turn back to normal, with a hint of a cold smile brushing his lips.

　　“I’ve told you, that if you were worried that your dignity will be hurt, I will trample it right in front of everyone!” Yunxiao said in a soft voice, but too bad they could not hear him anymore.

　　When his voice drifted into Ding Ling’er’s ears, she immediately felt a chill in her heart, and she trembled as she looked at the young man about her age in horror. Was he really just a fifteen-year-old teen, with such a brutal approach and aggressive style?

　　“Unbridled! Unbridled! Unbridled!”

　　Yin Zhaoyang finally arrived. Landing in the middle of the crowd, he looked incredulously at all the dead bodies on the ground and roared wildly, “How dare you violate Thousand Treasures Trade Fair’s rules! You are all going to die!”

　　“Listen to me, Elder Yin, I can explain!” Ding Ling’er hurried over. Since Cheng Feiche and others had died, she was going to do her best to help Yunxiao out.

　　“You don’t have to say anything!” Yin Zhaoyang’s eyes burned with rage. Staring at Xiao Qingwang and others, he said coldly, “Anyone who violates Myriad Treasures Store’s rules will be killed! Don’t think that the law cannot be enforced when everyone is an offender! All of you will die today!”

　　His aura of a Martial Grandmaster spread out abruptly, freezing everyone present in an instant. Even the dark purple murderous air was washed away by the pressure. Xiao Qingwang’s face fell as he struggled to move. A trace of bitterness filled his heart as he thought, ‘So this is the power of a Martial Grandmaster? So strong!’

　　Li Chunyang and others were resisting with all their might as well, but it was useless, and that despaired them. They could die, but Yunxiao must stay alive!

　　“You are Yin Zhaoyang?” Even as everyone was trembling with fear, thinking that a great disaster was imminent, Yunxiao asked with a calm face. “How is Yu Wenbo?”

　　Yin Zhaoyang’s pupils constricted and his face flickered, but then he immediately showed a hideous grin, “Stop posturing in front of me, boy! Don’t think you can escape death by knowing the name of our Third Elder!”

　　Yunxiao ignored that, but his lips moved slightly. Using a voice transmission, he said, “Since you are a Martial Grandmaster, you must have the secret artifact invented by Myriad Treasures Store with you, the Long-distance Fly Sound, do you?’

　　Yin Zhaoyang’s face fell, and he jerked up his head. He was slightly shocked when Yunxiao mentioned his Third Elder’s name, because not many people knew that name even within the Myriad Treasures Store. But, he was only shocked. However, when Yunxiao mentioned the ‘Long-distance Fly Sound’, he was truly stunned.

　　The Long-distance Fly Sound was a mystic artifact secretly invented by Myriad Treasures Store that could be used to send voice over a long distance. It was made by inscribing spatial arrays with powerful techniques on an array disk and supplemented by three hundred and sixty smaller arrays. When used, it could break the limitation of space and transmit voices to the other end designated by the array formations.

　　The technique was heaven-defying, but the flaw was tremendous as well. The cost of making one was unimaginably high, and they would self-destruct after each use. Therefore, even within the Myriad Treasures Store, only Martial Grandmasters or above were eligible to equip them.

　　Most importantly, it was a top-secret within the Myriad Treasures Store! One had to become at least a Martial Grandmaster to know of its existence!

　　His face grew serious now. Using voice transmission as well, he said, “Who are you? How did you know about the Long-distance Fly Sound?”

　　Yunxiao smiled and replied, “Please help me send a message to Yu Wenbo. Just tell him that the old friend he met on the Purple Cloud Peak outside the city of Redmoon misses him very much.”

　　Yin Zhaoyang’s face flickered. As he pondered over Yunxiao’s words, he grew confused. Elder Yu Wenbo’s status was too high for him to communicate at will, and he would be seriously punished if he disturbed him for some trifling matter, not to mention the high cost of a Long-distance Fly Sound.

　　But, the calm look on Yunxiao’s face showed that he had nothing to fear. If he was really the descendant of Elder Yuwen, Yin Zhaoyang would have committed a serious crime by killing him.

　　He saw that Yunxiao was only fifteen years old, and he thought he must be the descendant of Yuwen Bo’s old friend.

　　Yin Zhaoyang hesitated, and his look confused the people around him. All they saw was both men’s lips only move slightly, and then Yin Zhaoyang’s face grew serious.

　　There was a look of shock and doubt on Ding Ling’er’s face. She was very curious about what Yunxiao had said to calm Yin Zhaoyang, whom even she could not stop. Although she was not strong, her status in the Council of Commerce was not below Yin Zhaoyang’s after all.