The Martial Saint Started from Scavenging

Jin Buhuan stood on the stage, his gaze shifting back and forth between Wang Teng and Ye Sheng several times, a hint of schadenfreude in his smile.

With a gentle tap of his small hammer, a "ding" sound broke the tense atmosphere in the room.

Wang Teng didn't bid again, but he had already shouted "250!" and the score had to be settled.

"Young Master Wang of Medicine King Valley just offered 250 spirit stone fragments. Is there anyone offering a higher price?"

Jin Buhuan's voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the room heard it clearly.

Wang Teng leaned back in his chair, a mocking smile on his lips, and glanced provocatively at Lin Qingxue.

He simply didn't believe the Lin family would waste money on a "dead seed" that no one knew if it would even sprout.

Lin Qingxue frowned, about to speak, when Ye Sheng raised his hand to stop her. He stood up, meeting Wang Teng's gaze, his voice not loud, but very steady.

Two hundred and sixty.

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room erupted in uproar.

The sneer on Wang Teng's face froze instantly. He hadn't expected this "pretty boy" to actually dare to follow him.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, his expression changed repeatedly, and after weighing the pros and cons, he ultimately did not bid again, but his eyes remained fixed on Ye Sheng.

"Two hundred and sixty spirit stone fragments, all at once!" Jin Buhuan raised his voice immediately upon seeing the situation, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

His gaze swept across the entire hall, which fell silent. Everyone could see that this seed was a hot potato in the power struggle between Medicine King Valley and the Lin family. Anyone who tried to get involved would offend both sides.

Besides, spending three hundred spirit stone fragments to buy a seed that might not even germinate is crazy and irrational.

"Two hundred and sixty spirit stone fragments, twice!"

"Two hundred and sixty spirit stone fragments, three times!"

"when--!"

The small white jade hammer fell heavily, sealing the deal.

"Congratulations to this distinguished guest for winning the bid for this ancient spirit plant!" Jin Buhuan announced loudly with a beaming smile.

Before long, a waiter brought the dark seed to Ye Sheng's private room.

Lin Qingxue glanced at Ye Sheng with a complicated expression, but still handed over the 260 spirit stone fragments to the waiter.

Ye Sheng took the jade box containing the seeds. It felt heavy in his hand, and even through the box, he could sense the strange aura inside that was the same as the one on his skill panel.

He suppressed his excitement and carefully put the jade box away from his body.

"Let's go," Ye Sheng said to Lin Qingxue.

"Not until the auction is over?" Lin Qingxue was somewhat surprised.

"I'm not waiting any longer, I've already got what I wanted."

Lin Qingxue nodded and didn't ask any more questions. She knew in her heart that after tonight, Ye Sheng and Wang Teng of Medicine King Valley would be mortal enemies.

The two got up and left the private room, ignoring the curious or gloating glances around them. As Ye Sheng passed Wang Teng's private room, he could feel a venomous gaze shooting out from inside, like a knife, as if it wanted to tear him apart.

It was already late at night when they left the Baibaolou. There were few people on the street, only a few lanterns swaying in the wind, casting a dim yellow light. The Lin family's carriage was already waiting at the door.

"Thank you for tonight," Ye Sheng said to Lin Qingxue in the carriage. If it weren't for her last few words, Wang Teng wouldn't have given up so easily.

"No need to thank me, I just can't stand his behavior." Lin Qingxue shook her head, a hint of worry appearing on her beautiful face. "But you have to be careful in the future. Wang Teng is a petty person, he won't let this go so easily."

"I know." Ye Sheng nodded, turning his gaze to the window, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

As they were talking, the carriage suddenly braked and stopped.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qingxue asked.

"Miss, there's someone blocking the road ahead..." The coachman's voice trembled.

Ye Sheng lifted the curtain and saw that more than a dozen dark figures had appeared on the street ahead. The one leading them was Wang Teng. Behind him stood two men in black, their auras chilling, their temples bulging, and their hands adorned with sharp steel claws that gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

"The Black Wind Duo!" Lin Qingxue's face turned pale as she recognized the two people.

These two were notorious bandits in the Eastern Region, twin brothers, both at the peak of the Qi Refining Realm. Their "Black Wind Claw" technique was extremely vicious, and the number of caravan guards who died at their hands was countless. It was unexpected that Wang Teng could persuade them to join.

"Lin Qingxue, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business." Wang Teng stared at the carriage, his voice sinister. "Hand over that kid, and I'll pretend nothing happened."

"Wang Teng! You dare to make a move in Qingyun City? Aren't you afraid of my father—"

"Hmph, your father?" Wang Teng sneered, cutting off the conversation. "This is a back alley in the west of the city. Even if I chopped him up and fed him to the dogs, who would know it was me?"

His eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he waved his hand: "Go! Cripple him!"

The Black Wind Duo exchanged a glance, grinned maliciously, and pounced.

"Protect the young lady!" the coachman shouted, leading several Lin family guards who drew their swords to meet them. But they were all at the Bone Forging Realm, no match for the Black Wind Duo.

In a single exchange, his chest was ripped open by the sharp claws, and he fell screaming into a pool of blood.

"Qingxue, you can just stay in the car and watch the show." Wang Teng smiled smugly, glancing towards the carriage as if he could already see Ye Sheng being torn to pieces.

Just then, a figure leaped out of the carriage and landed steadily on the ground.

It is Ye Sheng.

He held the black-spine knife, his face calm, looking at the two menacing men in black before him with eyes as cold as ice.

"These two pieces of trash think they can kill me?" Ye Sheng said calmly.

"You brat, you're asking for death!" The Black Wind Duo roared in unison, transforming into two black shadows that pounced on them from the left and right.

The claw-like wind howled, carrying a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, instantly sealing off all of Ye Sheng's escape routes.

A cold glint flashed in Ye Sheng's eyes, and instead of retreating, he advanced. He stomped his foot hard, the bluestone slabs on the ground cracked open, and he shot out like a cannonball!

The Secret of Thick Earth!

He pushed his internal energy to its limit, and a powerful, mountain-like aura exploded forth.

"when!"

Ye Sheng's black spine blade collided with the claws of the man on the left, sparks flying. The man felt an overwhelming force surge from the claws, which made his arm go numb, and he staggered back three or four steps.

He stared at Ye Sheng in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief. How could a martial artist who looked to be only at the peak of the Qi Opening Realm possess such strength?

Seeing this, another one immediately attacked from the side, its sharp claws aimed straight for Ye Sheng's throat.

Without turning his head, Ye Sheng swung his knife in a backhand motion.

"Wind-Breaking Blade Technique"!

The blade flashed swiftly and lightly, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air, precisely striking the man's wrist.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking filled the air. The man screamed in agony as his right hand, adorned with sharp claws, was severed cleanly at the wrist!

Ye Sheng, seizing the advantage, pressed forward and kicked him in the chest, sending him flying. He crashed heavily into the wall, spitting blood, and was unable to get up again.

In just a few breaths, the infamous Black Wind Duo were killed and seriously injured, one of them.

The smugness on Wang Teng's face froze instantly. He looked at the young man standing there with a knife in hand, exuding murderous intent, and for the first time, fear appeared in his eyes.

He just couldn't understand how a martial artist at the Qi Opening Realm could be so strong.

Ye Sheng didn't give him time to think. He turned his head and stared at Wang Teng with his cold gaze.

"Now, it's your turn."

Wang Teng trembled with fear and scrambled to his feet, turning and running away without even uttering a harsh word.

Ye Sheng didn't chase after him, but just watched his disheveled escape with a cold, icy gaze.

He knew that he had now formed a complete feud with Medicine King Valley.

Inside the carriage, Lin Qingxue gazed at the young man standing outside the window, knife in hand, her beautiful eyes sparkling with a strange light, unable to calm down for a long time.

Ye Sheng sheathed his sword, walked up to the man in black with the severed wrist, and stepped on his chest.

"Tell me, how much did Wang Teng give you?"

The man was sweating profusely from the pain, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Ye Sheng didn't waste any words and put a little effort into his feet.

"Snap!"

Another bone broke.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" The man completely broke down. "Five...five hundred spirit stone fragments! And a bottle...a bottle of 'Exploding Qi Pills'!"

A chilling murderous intent flashed in Ye Sheng's eyes, and with a final push of his foot, he finished him off.

He then bent down and took out a money bag and a jade bottle containing pills from the two corpses, before turning back to the carriage.

"Walk."

The coachman, who was already terrified, felt as if he had been granted a pardon upon hearing this and quickly drove the carriage away.

It was already past midnight when they returned to the Lin family's villa.

Ye Sheng didn't rest. He locked himself in his room and took out the jade box containing the seeds.

He opened the box and held the jet-black seed in his palm. It was cool to the touch and heavy, and the ancient patterns on it seemed to be slowly flowing in the candlelight.

Ye Sheng's hands trembled slightly. Not from fear, but from excitement.

He focused his mind on connecting with the skill panel.

[The fragments of the Dao are confirmed.]

These eight words made Ye Sheng's heart pound wildly.