How to Bring Common Sense to Xianxia World

Wei Chen recalled Youqi’s report that someone had temporarily modified the Law of Heaven and Earth, allowing Immortal Realm cultivators to descend without being forced back.

*Maybe this guy was one of the people who attacked the camp at Emerald River?*

But...

From the report he had read, those people had not descended in a sealed state like this guy. They had descended with their cultivation intact because the Law of Heaven and Earth in that area had been temporarily altered.

*Or maybe not? Otherwise, why was this guy causing trouble here?*

Long Ao Tian touched the spot where he had been slapped and glared at Wei Chen as though he had just witnessed something unbelievable.

"You! You insolent mortal!"

His anger flared once again, but this time Long Ao Tian retreated, putting some distance between himself and Wei Chen, afraid that Wei Chen would launch another surprise attack.

He raised his hand once more as spiritual qi gathered in his palm.

Anger clouded his judgment.

He wanted to kill this insolent mortal with a single palm strike.

As for collateral damage...

It was no different from a boot stepping on ants.

Who would care?

The guests seated on the main floor immediately panicked. Some screamed while others rushed toward the exits. Most of them were too weak, and their cultivation was nowhere near enough to survive such an attack.

But...

*Slap!!*

A resounding slap echoed throughout the auction hall.

The people below were still screaming and running for their lives, but some could not suppress their curiosity and looked toward the source of the sound.

There, they saw the man in white being slapped straight into the eastern VIP booth.

*Boom!*

Long Ao Tian crashed through the reinforced one-way mirror and into the booth. His body slammed into a large sofa, which softened the impact somewhat. The people inside the booth screamed in panic as the human projectile burst through the wall.

Wei Chen did not wait for Long Ao Tian to recover.

Using his signature Shadowless Reaper Step, he vanished once again and instantly reappeared beside him.

Unknown to Wei Chen, or rather, something completely outside his consideration, there was a man inside this booth who was deeply traumatized by slaps.

Song Lei.

Startled by the sight of a human projectile crashing into his booth moments earlier, Song Lei’s heart was already racing. As the dust settled, a silhouette he could never forget appeared before his eyes.

It was Wei Chen.

The man who had slapped him senseless some time ago.

That slap had been so unforgettable that the memory had become something he wished he could erase. Every time it resurfaced, it felt like torture.

In modern psychological terms...

It was PTSD.

Ignoring Song Lei, who was watching from the side, Long Ao Tian’s fury returned the moment his dizziness subsided.

He gathered spiritual qi into his palm again, preparing to unleash another strike without caring about anyone around him.

"You damn ants! You dare!" he roared at Wei Chen.

*Slap!!*

*Puff...*

His concentration was shattered, and all the spiritual qi he had been gathering instantly dispersed.

The interruption was especially devastating because Wei Chen’s Dragon Heart and Dragon Soul naturally suppressed him.

On top of that, Long Ao Tian was still in a sealed state. His spiritual meridians could not circulate much spiritual qi to begin with. Combined with Wei Chen’s unique abilities, trying to channel spiritual qi while being repeatedly slapped was nearly impossible.

"You!"

*Slap!!*

*Puff...*

"Ignorant and..."

*Slap!!*

*Puff...*

*Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!!*

Wei Chen mercilessly continued slapping Long Ao Tian, never giving the man a chance to finish a sentence, much less gather his spiritual qi again.

The problem was...

This merciless display was happening right in front of someone suffering from PTSD.

"Aah!"

Song Lei unconsciously let out a yelp.

His heart pounded so violently that, had he not been a cultivator, he might have already dropped dead from shock.

Yet...

Watching someone else receive exactly the same treatment he had once suffered stirred a dark sense of amusement within him.

*Yes... This is it...*

*It’s not just me anymore.*

*Someone else is getting slapped into losing all their dignity too.*

Then came understanding.

Sympathy.

And, strangely enough...

A sense of camaraderie toward the current victim of the slap festival.

*Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!! Slap!!*

As the barrage of slaps continued, the seal on Long Ao Tian’s cultivation began to crack under the sheer intensity of his rage.

*Boooom!*

A violent burst of power erupted, forcing Wei Chen backward.

"Enough!"

Long Ao Tian roared before touching his cheek, which had swollen to the size of a goose egg.

"Not even my father has ever hit me! You insolent mortal!" Long Ao Tian shouted, pouring every ounce of frustration into his voice.

"So that’s why you grew up into a piece of shit who doesn’t consider other people, huh? Amuro," Wei Chen retorted with a disdainful sneer.

"A... Amuro?" Long Ao Tian frowned in confusion.

Wei Chen ignored the question.

Instead, he mentally commanded his Broadcasting Orb to begin streaming what was about to happen.

A moment later, enormous screens appeared throughout cities, sects, and clans, displaying the situation inside the auction hall.

Ximen Hao noticed it as well. Since he had subscribed to Wei Chen’s channel, his U-Phone 2 immediately notified him that a new livestream had begun. He lowered his gaze toward the screen.

The Broadcasting Orb once again demonstrated its remarkable abilities.

Before the livestream fully started, it displayed a brief introduction to Long Ao Tian along with a summary of what had just happened inside the auction hall.

Although it sounded lengthy when explained, all of this happened almost instantaneously and simultaneously in real time.

Meanwhile, Long Ao Tian was seriously injured. He was circulating spiritual qi to reduce the swelling on his face while glaring hatefully at Wei Chen.

Seeing that everything was ready, Wei Chen continued.

"No matter. Now that you’ve calmed down enough for us to talk like civilized people, the first thing I want to address is this. This is an auction house. If we disagree over who should own an item, we settle that argument with our wallets."

"If your wallet is weak, then it’s obvious you’ll lose the argument over an item here. In this place, wealth does the talking, not power and not face. If you don’t have enough money for something, then it simply means that something doesn’t belong to you," Wei Chen said matter-of-factly.

Hearing Wei Chen state that fact, Long Ao Tian’s anger flared once again. Even though it was the truth, knowing it and having someone point it out to his face were two completely different things. He felt as though he was being lectured. But because it was the truth, he could not find a single argument to refute it.

"Another matter I want to address is consideration of time and place! This is an auction house. Do you think starting a fight here is appropriate? Moreover, the power you were about to use was enough to demolish this place ten times over! Look around you! Do you think the people here have enough strength to survive even the slightest collateral damage from your attack?" Wei Chen said as he gestured toward the surrounding area.

"You dress in white, carry a fan in your hand, and fancy yourself a learned gentleman, yet your actions are no different from those of a hooligan. No! As a hooligan myself, I actually feel insulted being compared to you!"

— In the Broadcast Chat Room —

Little Wealthy Demon: [Pfttt! Hahahaha! This guy is so self-aware.]

Little Butterfly: [Please don’t laugh at our husband like that, otherwise I’ll tell him not to make ice cream for you.]

Mountain Bandit Wang: [As a bandit myself, I feel grateful that Mr. Wei didn’t compare this idiot to me.]

Handsome Tall and Rich: [You do know this guy can kill you with a single snort, right? Just don’t let him find out where you are.]

Mountain Bandit Wang: [...]

....

At this moment, people all across the Three Provinces were watching. In particular, the young masters relaxing in the comfort of their homes while watching through their U-Phone 2s were glued to the broadcast with great enthusiasm.

As for learning common sense, they could not care less.

What they truly cared about was entertainment, and watching someone who was probably far stronger than themselves getting slapped senseless in front of a live public broadcast was exactly the kind of spectacle they loved.

It made them feel as though they were not the trash.

The one being publicly humiliated was.

A fool who did not know how to behave after the world had changed, when the existence of the Heaven Chosen had already become common knowledge.

— At the Auction Hall —

Long Ao Tian finally regained his composure. He pointed at Wei Chen.

"You said that I’m the one using violence. Aren’t you doing the same?"