Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Rowdy Companions and Rascal Friends
At this moment, the two young men in a dispute with Mo Cheng also seemed to have some unusual backgrounds.
Originally, they planned to purchase something called ’Taiyi Spirit Liquid’ here, and had even paid a deposit, just waiting to collect the goods.
Who would have thought Mo Cheng would suddenly appear, wanting to buy the Taiyi Spirit Liquid ahead of them.
Of course, the two would not agree, leading to the current confrontation.
"What deposit? The Taiyi Spirit Liquid is still here, isn’t it? It hasn’t really been sold to you yet."
Mo Cheng spoke, then slapped a storage bag on the counter, "These Spirit Stones are enough to buy two portions of Taiyi Spirit Liquid, shopkeeper, quickly fetch the liquid for me, don’t mind them."
"So what if you have money?"
Upon seeing this, the two young men immediately looked furious, "It’s not like we don’t have Spirit Stones, and, our Senior Brother Zhou Yi specifically instructed us to buy this Taiyi Spirit Liquid. I advise you not to be ungracious, or you’ll suffer at his hands."
"Zhou Yi?"
Upon hearing the name, Mo Cheng frowned slightly, feeling somewhat familiar, and after a moment he couldn’t help but blurt out, "Zhou Yi from the Dao Inference Sacred Land?"
"Since you already know Senior Brother Zhou Yi, there’s no need for us to introduce him. If you’re smart, you better scram!" The two young men snorted coldly; they were disciples of the Dao Inference Sacred Land, quite distinguished indeed.
However, in front of them stood the notorious second-generation heir of the Mo Family.
Mo Cheng only sneered disdainfully and then said, "So what if it’s Zhou Yi? Do I have to give up something just because he set his sights on it? Today, I refuse, and what can you do about it?"
Dao Inference is unquestionably one of the few Ancient Sacred Lands within the Northern Nether Realm, with formidable strength.
If it were someone else, they would absolutely not dare to provoke the disciples of Dao Inference.
Moreover, it’s said that this Zhou Yi is among the top ten powerful disciples of the current generation in Dao Inference.
But who is Mo Cheng?
The Young Master of the Desolate Ancient Emperor Race, a well-known second-generation heir in the Northern Nether Realm, who fears neither heaven nor earth. Besides, with his status, he indeed has the qualifications to challenge Zhou Yi, so why would he fear him now?
"You!"
Hearing Mo Cheng’s words, the faces of those two Dao Inference disciples turned angry again.
They didn’t expect that after knowing about Senior Brother Zhou Yi, the other party would still dare to be so arrogant. Could it be that he also had some powerful backing?
After all, Linxian City today is truly a gathering of talents, with many young geniuses from great powers arriving.
"What you?"
Mo Cheng didn’t pay much attention to them, and in his words, directly snatched the Taiyi Spirit Liquid from the shopkeeper’s hand, then pocketed it.
He cast a disdainful glance at the two Dao Inference disciples, raised his head, and said, "I’m taking this Taiyi Spirit Liquid. If Zhou Yi has any objections, let him come find me. My name remains unchanged, Mo Cheng of the Mo Family is who I am."
"Mo Cheng?"
"Are you the notorious second-generation heir of the Mo Family?"
Upon hearing this, the two Dao Inference disciples were immediately shocked.
No wonder the other party dared to be so bold, not even putting Senior Brother Zhou Yi in his eyes.
"Just you wait! We will definitely inform Senior Brother Zhou Yi of this incident!"
A wise man doesn’t suffer the loss before his eyes; they both knew that with their identity and strength, if they truly clashed with Mo Cheng now, they would surely be the ones at a disadvantage.
After a cold snort, they ultimately left swiftly and dejectedly.
"What kind of people, huh!"
Watching them leave, Mo Cheng spat fiercely on the ground.
Not far away, Ji Chen was at a loss for words.
Mo Cheng’s behavior certainly matched that of a typical second-generation heir.
In his younger days, he had been extravagant enough, but compared to Mo Cheng, did he seem a bit too conservative?
"Oh? Brother Ji!"
As Ji Chen was contemplating this, Mo Cheng seemed to notice him and, after a surprised exclamation, quickly approached.
"I didn’t expect to meet you here. We must be destined!" He laughed as he walked up, cupping his hands to Ji Chen.
"What do you mean by destined?" Ji Chen was taken aback.
Mo Cheng blurted out, "I’ve heard about Brother Ji’s antics long ago. Your reputation for extravagance is almost universally known in the Profound Domain, and we’re the same kind of people, aren’t we destined?"
As he spoke, he stroked his chin, seemingly comparing something seriously, "But you’re only famous in the Profound Domain, while my name is known throughout the Northern Nether, so I should count as your senior."
Ji Chen was speechless after hearing this. What kind of logic is that?
Is this the kind of thing where there is a senior-junior distinction?
Moreover, two wastrels discussing seniority here, isn’t that too absurd and bizarre?
More importantly, he’s not a wastrel anymore.
"I’ve left that life behind. We should have no shared topics now. Goodbye!" Without any hesitation, he cupped his hands and turned to leave.
"Hey, Brother Ji, wait for me..."
Mo Cheng chased after him, clearly wanting to make Ji Chen a close friend with his persistence.
"I heard there’s a newly opened tavern in the southern part of the city, owned by the Desolate Jiang Family. They know how to brew an extraordinary wine called ’Drunken Immortal Brew.’ I’ve tasted some elsewhere before; it’s delicious. Would you like to join me for a few drinks, Brother Ji?"
"Not interested? There’s an establishment at the north part called Yihong Tower. Conveniently, my sister is in Kunlun now, so no one’s watching over me. I’ll take you for a fun time!"
"..."
All the way, Mo Cheng kept rambling, shamelessly following Ji Chen, introducing him to many unique places.
"With Brother Mo’s status, you should have many friends, right? Why not seek them out?"
Ji Chen was really overwhelmed and couldn’t help but shake his head and smile bitterly.
"They’re just fair-weather friends, how can they be called true friends? But when I met Brother Ji, I felt a rapport, a connection I rarely find." Mo Cheng spoke quite earnestly.
A rapport?
Ji Chen couldn’t help but speak up, "When you first met me, you almost beat me up. If it weren’t for my skills back then..."
"That’s all in the past. We won’t talk about such things. Hey, Brother Ji, wait for me, slow down..."
During their conversation, Ji Chen had visited several shops in succession, but unfortunately, he hadn’t found the so-called mystical medicine.
"Brother Ji, aren’t you too extravagant? Not going to taverns, not visiting Yihong Tower, always going to these shops..."
Mo Cheng frowned, wondering if he really misjudged him.
"Right, your Spiritual Sea was injured by the Great Path, so you do need mystical medicine to sustain your life."
He suddenly realized and continued, "But I must say, with not much time left, wouldn’t it be better to indulge in some more fun while you can..."