Chapter 82: The Three Brothers of the Sun Family

The plain was shrouded in shades of black and gray, oppressive and boundless. A young man clad in white robes walked across the landscape, neither hurried nor slow. His refined features revealed a calm composure—this was Lu Han, who had just entered the Chaotic Soul Plain.

The dim sky, coupled with the eerie terrain, pressed heavily upon Lu Han's spirit.

"Kid Han, I can now confirm this place is just like a secret realm, only it’s open to all. Your strength is still in the acquired stage, so you can't sense it yet. But as soon as I entered, I felt my soul power freezing. Even at my peak, it would be suppressed to the third level of innate cultivation," Old Man Ling's voice suddenly rang out.

Lu Han glanced at the map. "The Master of the Celestial Treasure Pavilion, Qian Santong—who exactly is he? He even has detailed maps of the Chaotic Soul Plain."

The map not only indicated the route into the plain but also marked out the divisions of power and detailed locations within it.

"Then Master, I should go to the nearest town first."

No one knew how long the Chaotic Soul Plain had existed. It was a place not only rich in precious herbs needed by alchemists, but also abundant in advanced martial arts techniques. All the major families from the imperial capital and powerful sects had bases here, so they could be the first to hear about any treasures that appeared.

Lu Han drew a deep breath. This place was said to be the most chaotic region in the entire Xia Empire; here, killing was as commonplace as eating or drinking, and no one would stand up for you.

Those who survived in the Chaotic Soul Plain all had blood on their hands.

Gathering his thoughts, Lu Han pressed forward. According to the map, there was a town not far ahead.

"I’ll ask about the Soul-Stealing Mink when I reach the town."

Soon, a black dot appeared before his eyes. As he approached, the dot grew larger, revealing hundreds of tents of various sizes. The sounds of bustling activity drifted faintly through the air.

At the entrance of the small town stood a massive wooden fence. At the top hung a sign, the characters weathered and blurred by the passage of years, but barely readable as "Peace."

"So this is Peace Town?" Lu Han murmured.

He inhaled deeply and stepped inside.

Peace Town was surprisingly lively. Lu Han watched the crowds streaming through the streets. Behind one small tent, a shifty-eyed figure glanced at Lu Han before slipping away. Lu Han surveyed the town, its streets lined with stalls displaying all manner of strange goods.

There were pelts from various beasts and battered weapons—likely scavenged from all corners of the plain. Many people were haggling over prices, but Lu Han paid them little mind.

His supplies were nearly exhausted, so he needed to purchase some food that would keep well. After all, who knew how long finding the Soul-Stealing Mink would take?

Soon, Lu Han found a large tent.

The sign outside read "Ten Thousand Delicacies Pavilion."

As he entered, a shopkeeper approached him.

"Sir, what do you need?" the shopkeeper asked.

"Bring me something delicious, and a generous supply of dry rations to take with me," Lu Han replied.

He found a seat and settled down.

A short while later, the shopkeeper personally delivered two dishes.

"Sir, these are our specialty—pine-flower pig ears and pig’s feet. This breed can only be found here in the Chaotic Soul Plain. Please, enjoy," the shopkeeper said.

"And the dry rations…?" Lu Han inquired.

"They’re coming right up, coming right up!"

Lu Han found it odd—was this shop run by the shopkeeper alone?

He had to admit, the pine-flower pig was delicious. Halfway through his meal, the shopkeeper lugged over a sack.

"Bang!"

"Sir, here are your dry rations."

At that moment, three men entered the tent.

"Big brother, over there! That’s the guy," said the smallest, pointing to Lu Han.

It was the shifty-eyed man from earlier.

Lu Han nodded in satisfaction. He raised his left hand, and with a flash from his storage ring, the food vanished. The shopkeeper, though he had suspected it, was still startled.

Storage rings were rare in Peace Town, on the outskirts of the Chaotic Soul Plain.

The three men noticed this scene.

The leader’s eyes gleamed as he saw the ring on Lu Han’s hand.

Lu Han had no choice—he needed to keep his supplies in the storage ring.

The leader strode over, tossing a long blade onto Lu Han’s table.

"Do you three need something?" Lu Han continued eating without looking up.

The commotion drew the attention of other patrons.

"It’s the Sun Brothers," one of them remarked.

"This kid is in trouble now."

"The Sun Brothers rely on Sun Eldest’s cultivation at the ninth level of the acquired stage. They terrorize newcomers to Peace Town, especially those who’ve only just entered the plain. Who hasn’t suffered their ‘education’?"

Everyone watched, faces full of amusement, with no intention to intervene.

As if witnessing a play.

Lu Han glanced around, thinking, "No wonder this is the Chaotic Soul Plain. These people really can’t be judged by ordinary standards."

"Kid Han, this is how it is here. Only the strong are respected. If you’re not powerful, don’t expect anyone to pity you," Old Man Ling said.

"Trouble? My third brother lost a storage ring, and you picked it up. Return the ring, pay ten thousand gold coins, and kneel to apologize. Then I’ll let this slide," the leader said, eyes darting.

He’d heard his younger brother mention a newcomer at the acquired stage had just entered Peace Town. Judging by his attire, Lu Han wasn’t an ordinary martial artist. And now, he had a storage ring—rare in these parts.

"Oh? So you claim this ring belongs to your brother?" Lu Han shook his left hand.

Another man spoke, "Big brother, enough talk. If he won’t listen, let’s show him what we can do." This was surely Sun Second.

"Don’t make trouble in my pavilion," the shopkeeper protested. "Last time—"

"Get lost! Old fool, did you forget how your wretched assistant died last time? He stuck his nose where it didn’t belong. If you don’t want to join him in the underworld, stay out of this," Sun Eldest barked.

"Kid Han, these three are two at the eighth level, one at the ninth. Can you handle it?" Old Man Ling asked, though there was no worry in his tone.

Lu Han nodded. "I’ve yet to test my mastery of ‘Heavenly Garment’."

He rose slowly, gripping the hilt of his Biluo Sword.

"Clang!"

Biluo Sword slid free.

The three men’s faces darkened at Lu Han’s gesture—he clearly didn’t take them seriously.

This young man in white robes looked like he was only at the eighth level of the acquired stage.

"Go on, strike now. Soon you won’t get the chance," Lu Han’s calm voice echoed through Ten Thousand Delicacies Pavilion.

Boom!

The pavilion erupted in chaos.

This youth was arrogant beyond belief!

Peace Town, being on the edge of the Chaotic Soul Plain, was home to acquired stage martial artists; those at the innate stage ventured deeper into the plain.

Thus, the Sun Brothers had made themselves notorious here.

The trio hesitated for a moment, then flew into a rage.

Lu Han’s attitude was a clear insult.

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