King of Creation Chapter 1657 - 1642: The Magpie Occupies the Nest

"Are you telling me that, as the master of Dulong Island's Market, I have to follow your shopkeeper's commands to get inside?" A icy smirk formed on Ye Zhen’s lips.

Getting clearance from outsiders just to step into your own domain? Ridiculous to the extreme!

"Hey, regardless of your identity, anyone entering needs my shopkeeper's approval first. Hold on there." Ignoring Ye Zhen entirely, the Realm King Realm powerhouse tossed out a Dao Talisman Communication without a care.

Ye Zhen’s face darkened as he advanced half a step forward suddenly. "And if I refuse to wait and demand entry right now?" A subtle Killing Qi flickered in Ye Zhen’s gaze.

The Realm King Realm Martial Artist arched a brow, clearly taken aback by Ye Zhen’s aggressive stance, but showed no fear; he responded with a chilling sneer, "Give it a shot if you’ve got the guts!"

"I’d love to see who has the nerve to block me!"

With a frosty chuckle, Ye Zhen’s body blurred into motion, hurtling straight toward the Sky Wing Trading Company’s central building.

Right then, the Realm King Realm expert’s face twisted into a savage glare. "Trespassers die!" His Sixth Stage Realm King Realm aura erupted wildly, with Killing Qi crashing down on Ye Zhen like raging ocean waves.

The patrol leader from the Realm King Realm had only meant to scare Di Kuohai into backing off; in the Five Immortals Hall, superior orders must be followed to the letter.

Shockingly, Ye Zhen ignored the patrol leader’s warning completely, striding past him with bold ease.

In a flash, panic gripped the Realm King Realm patrol leader. The Sky Wing Trading Company headquarters stood right behind him; letting Di Kuohai pass would mark him as derelict in duty.

His eyes narrowed sharply as a Sword Light charged with Sword Fiend power slashed toward Ye Zhen’s head like a lightning bolt.

From this near distance, with his Sixth Stage Realm King Realm cultivation, Ye Zhen had no chance to dodge or flee—he’d have to meet it directly.

The patrol leader aimed to shove Ye Zhen back with one strike, holding back some power rather than going all out.

Yet, this tiny restraint of force ended up preserving his life unexpectedly.

What stunned the patrol leader was Di Kuohai charging straight at the oncoming Sword Light without dodging or evading.

"Is he seriously going to tank it with his flesh?" The idea struck the patrol leader like lightning.

The instant after, the patrol leader’s pupils shrank in horror; unbelievably, Di Kuohai met the Sword Light with his own body!

That Sword Light, at Low Grade Suppressing Artifact quality, could effortlessly decapitate even Ninth Stage Dark Palace Realm Martial Artists.

BAM!

When the Sword Light struck, Ye Zhen tilted his head just a bit, allowing it to hit his shoulder squarely. Though his skull was tough, he wasn’t keen on getting it split open.

In the following heartbeat, the patrol leader and his fellow patrollers gaped with eyes bulging like bronze bells.

The Sword Light exploded into fragments.

The Low Grade Suppressing Artifact longsword buzzed and bounced skyward after clashing against Ye Zhen’s shoulder.

Ye Zhen’s shoulder showed only a tear in his robe, exposing flawless skin without a single scratch.

Instantly, the same stunned thought hit everyone: "Is this guy even mortal?"

Right then, Ye Zhen’s left foot lashed out like a striking viper, slamming into the patrol leader’s chest with mountain-crushing might.

CRACK! CRUNCH!

Bones snapped in a gruesome chorus, caving in the patrol leader’s chest deeply as he hurtled backward, spewing bloody froth from his lips.

Shock filled every onlooker’s eyes.

"Count yourself lucky; if not for Great Deacon Yi Xun’s sake, you’d be a corpse already!"

Ye Zhen wasn’t exaggerating at all; he’d only been probing the Black Dragon Tyrant Body’s boosted physical strength, holding back from lethal force.

Had he gone serious, the patrol leader wouldn’t have survived a mere kick—instead, he’d face the Evil Punishing Divine Thunder or Xuan Fire Drill that could incinerate him to dust.

With another icy laugh, Ye Zhen veered back toward the Sky Wing Trading Company headquarters.

The Realm King Realm patrol leader lay there with his chest pulverized, unable to speak, while a fellow Realm King Realm patroller hesitated, torn between intercepting Ye Zhen and sheer terror.

This spectacle thrilled and astonished the other two patrollers from Dulong Island’s Seven Surnamed families.

Still, Five Immortals Hall rules were ironclad; despite his dread, another Realm King Realm patrolman mustered the guts to block Ye Zhen.

Making the attempt counted as duty done, earning rewards in the Five Immortals Hall; letting him through would ruin his prospects.

"He’s alone—let’s take him down together!" The Realm King Realm patrol member bellowed, urging the two Five Immortals Hall guards to join the blockade against Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen’s eyes flashed coldly, prepared to unleash havoc; these fools wouldn’t learn without a taste of blood.

Just as he geared up to act, figures burst from the Sky Wing Trading Company headquarters, one yelling, "Stop!"

Ye Zhen spotted his senior sister Liao Feibai among the arrivals, her elegant features unchanged but carrying a hint of weariness.

"Yes, Manager Zong!" The all-in Realm King Realm patrol team sighed in relief like condemned men freed, pulling back at once.

Manager Zong’s eyes fixed on the battered Realm King Realm patrol leader, his face shifting dramatically.

"What’s going on here?" the manager demanded.

A patroller quickly recounted how Ye Zhen had wounded their leader. The manager’s expression twisted, then he erupted in booming laughter, "Lord Di’s back! What a mix-up, pure misunderstanding—like flooding the Dragon King’s temple!"

"My fault, my fault for not clarifying. Forgive me, Lord Di!"

"Do come in, Lord Di, please enter!" As someone trusted to run a Five Immortals Hall branch solo, the manager defused the tension smoothly with mere words.

His warm hospitality convinced all witnesses it was truly just a blunder.

Yet, to this manager’s welcome, Ye Zhen remained rooted, piercing him with a razor-sharp stare.

The manager paused, then grinned, "Lord Di, what’s wrong?"

"Manager, isn’t this my turf? Shouldn’t I be the one inviting folks inside? Or has Dulong Island’s Market been renamed to yours behind my back?" Ye Zhen sneered.

Embarrassment flickered over the manager’s features, followed by a strained chuckle, "I misspoke—sorry, apologies!"

With that, he stepped aside graciously, clearing the path for Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen glided forward, reaching senior sister Liao Feibai’s side, slipping an arm around her slim waist as they entered the headquarters side by side.

"Greetings, my lord!"

"Greetings, shopkeeper!"

Gai Jun, Chu Zhao, and Dulong Island’s Seven Surnamed Ancestors all bowed in salute.

"Everyone inside; we’ve got business to hash out."

Ye Zhen ushered in his loyal Market of Dulong Island allies one after another, pointedly leaving the manager out.

The unflappable manager stayed calm, no sign of impatience, just a perpetual smile as he observed Ye Zhen.

Only as Ye Zhen moved to shut the Sky Wing Trading Company headquarters door did urgency hit the manager.

He darted ahead, grabbing the door to halt its close.

Ye Zhen looked up. "Manager, what’s this?"

"I need to join too—there are issues to address...."

"Manager, didn’t you catch that? I didn’t invite you. This is my domain—got a problem with that?" Ye Zhen sneered.

Embarrassment and fury briefly crossed the manager’s face before he plastered on a grin, "Lord Di, fair point, but our Five Immortals Hall branch is now a key partner to Dulong Island’s Market.

Today’s a major discussion, and with you back, perfect timing to seal the deal."

"A major issue?"

Ye Zhen sneered contemptuously, jabbing a finger upward, "The heavens aren’t crashing down. Whatever it is, tomorrow’s soon enough!" He tried shutting the door once more.

Rage glinted in the manager’s eyes, but instead of clinging, he retreated, voice heavy and firm, "Lord Di, with Five Immortals Hall’s branch as a vital partner in Dulong Island’s Market.

I suggest you open up, hear my views, review the points I raised earlier one by one—or else!" A menacing scowl twisted the manager’s face suddenly.

"Oh? Or else what? I’m dying to know," Ye Zhen’s lips twisted into a mocking grin.

By now, no explanation was needed; Ye Zhen grasped his predicament fully.

This smacked of the cuckoo bird seizing the magpie’s nest.

Ye Zhen had foreseen this risk when partnering with Five Immortals Hall, but dismissed it lightly.

For one, Mountain God Yi Xun’s guarantee stood firm; plus, Dulong Island’s Market thrived on exclusive Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures from True Profound Continent, supply chain locked in his grip—so it couldn’t be stolen away, or so he figured.

Shockingly, the signs now showed it happening anyway.

"Lord Di, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Fail to resolve this today, and the fallout hits us both hard.

Worst case, Five Immortals Hall pulls out of Dulong Island’s Market—that’s the least of it," the manager menaced, threat etched on his face.

"Threatening me now?"

Ye Zhen scoffed derisively, as Gai Jun and Chu Zhao watched, bracing for his explosive fury on their behalf. Astonishingly, Ye Zhen eased up, swinging the door open with a grin, "Fine then, come in and talk."

As he pivoted toward the Sky Wing Trading Company’s main hall, Gai Jun, Chu Zhao, and the rest looked baffled, clueless why Ye Zhen yielded so suddenly.

Only Liao Feibai, who knew Ye Zhen inside out, caught the icy murderous glint buried in his eyes!