The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2302: 2291: Taken In! Junkyard!

Listening to the gatekeeper's words, Zhao Wenchao and Wang Xinghuo felt a surge of unexpressed rage. Despite possessing power at the Earth God Realm, they understood they could not afford to provoke the guardians of Floating Cloud City. Repressing their anger, their attention returned to Ye Chenfeng. Using their tokens once more to bypass the barrier, they departed on their spirit boat.

Once outside the barrier's reach, Zhao Wenchao and Wang Xinghuo guided their spirit boat towards the right flank of Floating Cloud City.

A colossal stone mass, suspended in mid-air, was situated on the city's far eastern edge.

No city was erected upon this massive stone; instead, decaying, scattered structures dotted its surface.

Nevertheless, a faint white barrier enclosed this giant stone, though it paled in comparison to the protective shield of Floating Cloud City. It appeared a mere expert at the peak of the Seventh Layer of the Heavenly God Realm could breach it with ease. From the outskirts of Floating Cloud City, ten enormous iron chains stretched outward.

These chains were anchored to the giant stone block, which resembled a small island, presumably to prevent it from drifting indefinitely, especially given its smaller scale compared to Floating Cloud City. This was undoubtedly the place they referred to as the junkyard.

Zhao Wenchao and Wang Xinghuo maneuvered their spirit boat to hover above the junkyard. Employing a token, they deactivated the barrier, their gazes fixing on the motionless Ye Chenfeng within the boat, channeling all their frustration onto him.

Their initial hope of gaining Contribution Points by bringing Ye Chenfeng back had been dashed. Not only did they receive no reward, but they were also compelled to spend one High Grade Spirit Stone, leaving them furious.

Zhao Wenchao seized Ye Chenfeng from the spirit boat, his eyes burning with animosity. “You worthless scrap, you’ve cost us a High Grade Spirit Stone! Your pathetic life isn’t even worth that much! A degenerate like you ought to stay in this junkyard and slowly await your demise!”

With a violent flick of his wrist, Zhao Wenchao hurled Ye Chenfeng into the junkyard. Swiftly, Wang Xinghuo followed with a powerful palm strike.

“Bang!”

The impact on Ye Chenfeng’s chest sent a spray of blood from his mouth. Wang Xinghuo let out a cold sneer. “That strike to his heart should cause a minor fracture. Let him writhe in agony for a few days in this dump!”

Ye Chenfeng, who had borne the abuse in silence, now radiated a chilling coldness. Internally, his killing intent toward Zhao Wenchao and Wang Xinghuo intensified. As the saying goes, when a tiger falls on flat ground, even dogs will mock it. He committed their faces to memory, vowing to end their lives once his body healed.

Fortunately, Ye Chenfeng’s heart was forged from Star Sky Stone, mitigating the severe damage from Wang Xinghuo’s palm strike.

Zhao Wenchao watched Ye Chenfeng plummet into the junkyard, shouting coldly, “Bringing a newcomer to the junkyard—here’s the novice who just entered the mysterious space, welcome him properly!”

Zhao Wenchao’s voice echoed throughout the sprawling junkyard.

With his declaration, Zhao Wenchao and Wang Xinghuo departed, deeming Ye Chenfeng unworthy of further attention; to them, he was already as good as dead.

As Ye Chenfeng’s form breached the junkyard’s barrier, the barrier snapped shut with haste.

Likely due to the barrier’s influence, Ye Chenfeng’s body ceased its aerial suspension and began to descend rapidly.

“Bang!”

Ye Chenfeng’s body impacted the junkyard’s ground with great force, carving a deep crater.

Indeed, this so-called junkyard was far from comparable to Floating Cloud City.

Its state of disrepair was almost unbearable to witness; if Floating Cloud City represented a district of affluence, then this junkyard was the epitome of a slum.

Following Ye Chenfeng’s fall, individuals nearby quickly converged upon him. All possessed conspicuously low strength, with most falling below the Nirvana Realm. Some individuals even exhibited no discernible Spiritual Energy. Their attire was threadbare, and those with even a modicum of ability sensed Ye Chenfeng, detecting no aura from him. Naturally, they perceived his dire state: all his meridians and bones were fractured—survival in the junkyard seemed unlikely.

Recognizing Ye Chenfeng as mere refuse, the inhabitants of the junkyard grew bolder, intrigued by the newcomer, having overheard Zhao Wenchao’s pronouncement. They understood Ye Chenfeng would possess nothing of value; anything precious would have already been confiscated by the denizens of Floating Cloud City.

Several cultivators below the Nirvana Realm produced a severely worn apparatus designed to ascertain bone age. The mysterious space had seldom received newcomers recently, fueling their curiosity regarding Ye Chenfeng. Upon testing his bone age, they discovered he was merely thirty years old.

The cultivators residing in the dump had lost all interest; it was no surprise he was unceremoniously discarded here. A newcomer at the age of thirty simply could not possess enough power to meet the entry qualifications for Floating Cloud City, a place where the ruler had set the minimum requirement at the Divinity Transformation Realm.

Word of Ye Chenfeng's arrival rapidly circulated throughout the dump. Even the most powerful individuals present, those in the Nirvana Realm, did not deign to investigate—there was nothing of interest regarding a thirty-year-old with damaged meridians and fractured bones; such a person would not endure for long in this desolate place.

Every so often, someone would make a brief appearance to observe Ye Chenfeng.

Throughout this entire ordeal, Ye Chenfeng maintained a tranquil composure. Incapable of movement, he could only resign himself to his circumstances.

Among the gathered onlookers, a woman of striking beauty, clad in patched yet impeccably clean garments, drew attention. Her appearance exuded an aura of pure innocence, starkly contrasting with the surrounding filth.

Turning to a young man by her side, the woman said, "Xiao Dong, take him back with us. If he remains here, he will perish before long."

The defiant-looking youth beside her voiced his objection, "Sister, what is the point of bringing this sort of refuse home? We struggle to survive in the dump ourselves; it would be better if we just returned."

The beautiful woman's eyes widened slightly as she responded, "Xiao Dong, are you defying your elder sister now?"

The boy, Xiao Dong, visibly shrinking beneath his sister's gaze, answered with reluctance, "Fine, fine, fine! I will carry this piece of trash back."

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