Collect rent
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Now, is it possible to run a simulation?
She quickly searched her mind for information about "simulators". She had read novels of this kind on Blue Star before. "Simulators" were equivalent to predicting the future. While avoiding danger, they could also drop relevant cultivation skills and cultivation items.
A real cheating artifact!
A great tool for improving your cultivation!
But what should she do now since she hasn't drawn the Qi into her body yet?
Do you want to use this first free opportunity?
Before Qianluo could think, there was a commotion at the gate of the courtyard. It turned out to be the staff collecting rent. Their quality was uneven. They thought they had successfully drawn Qi into their bodies and became serious cultivators. Many of them used their noses to look down on ordinary people who had not drawn Qi into their bodies, and acted arrogantly and domineeringly.
Collecting rent is their novice task. Generally, only the cultivators in the early stage of Qi training, from the 1st to the 4th level, will do these tasks. The cultivators in the middle stage of Qi training have already started to prepare the resources for cultivation and are unwilling to do these miscellaneous tasks and waste their time.
Their houses are similar to courtyard houses, with several families basically living in one yard. The yard is a public area where adults usually practice boxing or chat, and children engage in entertainment activities.
"Hey, hey, everyone, stand up straight! Stand in front of your own door!"
"This month, each person will receive 300 spirit beads, calculated per person! Prepare the rent, and those who can't afford it will be fired! Don't dilly-dally!"
The one shouting was a cultivator at the first level of Qi training. He had a buzz cut, wore short-sleeved shirts and shorts, and had a ferocious expression, looking especially like a scoundrel from Blue Star collecting protection money.
Standing behind him was a calm and composed cultivator at the third level of Qi training named Zhang Yong, who was chewing a walnut.
He thinks he is superior to others, with a faint smile on his face and a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist. The beads are made of jade stones and emit a light green light. They should be low-level magic tools.
These days, even a low-level magic weapon costs 100 low-grade spirit stones, which is very expensive.
Before he could say anything, two men who had reached the second level of Qi training brought a chair from the owner's house. They bent over and wiped it a few times with their sleeves, smiling flatteringly, "Brother Zhang, please sit down."
The man sat down slowly with a calm expression. Perhaps he felt the noise was disturbing, so he frowned slightly. "Xiao Li, you're not young anymore, why are you so impetuous?"
The yelling Xiao Li immediately stopped, sweat dripping from his forehead as he bent down and knelt. "Brother Zhang, this family is truly despicable! They can't pay the rent, and they're not willing to move out. Our street is full of spiritual energy, and no matter how many people beg, they can't move out. They refuse to leave, which is really blocking the way for the tenants behind, blocking your light, Brother Zhang, and even the eyes of the district chief!"
Zhang Yong pondered for a moment and said, "That's true, but it's not appropriate to kill animals today. Let them go to the mountains, drink dew in the morning and sleep under the pines at night. It's a beautiful thing."
This means that they should go to the mountains and fend for themselves.
There are many wolf packs in the mountains, so most people go into the mountains during the day, and few people stay in the mountains at night.
Upon hearing this, the family at the door immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "Please! Brother Zhang, give us a few more days! In the past, the rent was collected at the end of the month! Today is only the middle of the month, so please give us a little more time! We will definitely pay the money by the end of the month, please don't kick us out! Our child has four spiritual roots and has the opportunity to draw energy into his body. Maybe he will have the opportunity to work for you, Zhang Yong, in the future. He will definitely respect you and serve you like an ancestor!"
"Well, that's quite true."
Someone nearby immediately responded, hands on hips, speaking in a sly tone, "Look at the cake you're drawing! You're even drawing it on our Brother Zhang! Everyone knows that even someone with three spiritual roots in District 8 may not be able to draw Qi into their bodies these days. Why are you, a person with four spiritual roots, getting involved? Hurry up and pay the money. If you don't have it, get out!"
"Please, Brother Zhang, give us a few more days. I kowtow to you!"
The family of three kowtowed repeatedly until they were covered in blood, leaving several blood marks on the ground. Qian Luo clenched her fists and was filled with anger, but she knew that she was just a useless person with five spiritual roots and had no ability to protect them.
Why hasn’t Aunt Wenxiu come back yet!
If you don't come back, what will I do with the rent?
Qian Luo is not worried about her rent now. Her brother Qian Ruixue and she both work part-time and can save some money, which is just enough to pay the rent. However, if the house price continues to rise, they might have to live in the mountains and have to live outdoors one day.
I don’t even have any extra money to pay Aunt Wenxiu’s rent!
He covered his nose and said, "Throw it away."
A group of howling people were dragged away by their necks, leaving behind several bloody marks, which was extremely horrifying.
For a moment, the people living in the same yard were silent, covering their children's eyes and ears, not daring to breathe. The whole family huddled together and shivered, fearing that they would be the next.
Qianluo had never seen such bloody scenes before. When her grandmother and brother were around, they would cover their eyes to prevent her from seeing.
Qianluo closed her eyes, her heart pounding, and she became more and more worried about Wang Wenxiu. Unfortunately, the communicator couldn't get through to her, and she didn't know if she was on her way home.
The communicator is a kind of "mobile phone" used by mortals in the lower three districts. It is small and convenient for communication. Monks generally use communication talismans.
This group of people blocked the entrance to the courtyard tightly, allowing only people to enter but not leave.
Soon, after seeing the scene above, the following households paid their rent in fear and trepidation, and also paid a protection fee, hoping that the adults would be magnanimous and take good care of them.
"It's Xiaoluo, you've really grown up."
Zhang Yong had come to collect rent several times, so he naturally recognized her. Ever since she was 14 years old, he had been looking at her with a smiling gaze and speaking to her in a soft voice, making her feel uncomfortable.
"Why are you standing at this family's door?" He paused, pinching his Buddhist beads, and smiled like Maitreya Buddha. "Is my brother not home today?"
Qianluo said nothing, took out the spirit bead and handed it to Xiao Li who was collecting the rent.
As a loyal supporter of Zhang Yong, Xiao Li naturally scolded the girl loudly when he saw that she was silent: "Brother Zhang is talking to you because he likes you! What's wrong? Are you mute? Speak!"
It was his first time to carry out a mission, and he was not very smart, so he did not understand the meaning of it.
Zhang Yong's face immediately turned cold, and he said in a terrifying tone: "How dare you talk to Xiao Luo!"
The monk next to him immediately slapped Xiao Li on the forehead and forced him to bend over: "Hurry up and apologize to Miss Qianluo!"
Xiao Li reacted instantly and shouted, "I'm sorry, Miss Qianluo, I was blind! I deserve to die!"
Afterwards, he slapped himself several times, and did not stop even when his mouth was bleeding. He hunched over, and his thin and weak body was bent almost 90 degrees.
Qian Luo frowned as she looked at the smiling Zhang Yong. Her heart sank, and she could only say coldly, "That's enough."
Zhang Yong held the Buddhist beads in his hand and mercifully forgave Xiao Li: "Okay, Xiao Luo pleaded for you today, so I'll let you go for now."
"Thank you, girl. Thank you, thank you!"
The aggressive Xiao Li turned into a toothless tiger. A cultivator at the second level of Qi training grabbed his shoulders, pushed him from behind, and told him to stand back. "You can't even handle such a small matter. Reflect on yourself!"
A different person came to collect the rent: "What's going on with this family? Why is there no one here?"
Qianluo explained: "I called her and she will be back soon!"
Zhang Yong held the round Buddhist beads with a kind look on his face. "But Xiaoluo, time waits for no one. There are a lot of people waiting for us to collect rent. We can't stay so long for one person. We may have to go back to collect the money. The district chief can't wait that long."
"Or, Xiaoluo, can you pay their rent?" Seeing the girl's dilemma, he stared into her amber eyes with a determined smile, "Or I can lend you the money, but what will you use as collateral?"
At this moment, Maitreya Buddha looked like a jackal, tiger or leopard in the mountains, his greedy eyes sweeping over her exposed skin inch by inch.
The girl had just turned eighteen, her skin was fair with a rosy glow, and her amber eyes seemed to be able to speak, filled with the morning dew of the mountains.
So clear, so moving, full of youth and vitality, without any makeup, pure and elegant. In his opinion, she was more beautiful than the fairies in the upper three districts!
Before, when her brother was around, he didn't dare to make a move. Strangely enough, her brother looked so different that he was thought to be a genius with a single spiritual root. Before his spiritual root was detected, even the district chief was very kind to him and didn't dare to disturb the three members of the Qian family.
Unexpectedly, he was a loser with four spiritual roots. Everyone was shocked. From then on, the district chief was so angry that he never judged people by their appearance again. As for Qian Ruixue, she still hasn't been able to draw Qi into her body.
But his ice-blue eyes were really scary, as cold as if you were on the top of an ice mountain.
Zhang Yong gave a wink to the person next to him, and the other person immediately understood what he meant. He quietly walked to the side of the girl, looking for an opportunity to catch her!
He walked forward, deliberately getting closer, squinting his eyes at her: "Xiao Luo, you are already eighteen years old, and you still haven't drawn Qi into your body. Why don't you follow me? Just serve me well, and I will naturally..."
As the disgusting middle-aged man approached, Qianluo felt the hairs on her body stand up!
Qian Luo was secretly alert. The Immortal Cultivation Simulator had no killing power. Before she practiced it, it was just a golden finger for predicting the future. It was not even as useful as predicting the future!
She pretended to be scared, but in fact she was holding a kitchen knife with a cold gleam at the door. If she couldn't kill them, she had to stab them, so that she would have a chance to escape!
Suddenly, a voice rang out from the door: "Brother Zhang, why are you bothering me to collect the rent? Why are you coming here in person?"
It’s Aunt Wenxiu, she’s finally back!
Qian Luo looked over in surprise. It was Wang Wenxiu holding her daughter Wang Siyu. She handed over two bags of spiritual beads and smiled cautiously, "Brother Zhang, this is the rent, and this is money for the brothers to drink. Take it!"
"It was my naughty child who insisted on climbing the tree. I had to persuade her to come down for a long time. This child is so naughty, hahaha!"
Wang Wenxiu spanked her daughter on the butt, making Wang Siyu grimace in dismay, but she didn't dare to speak and timidly pulled her mother's sleeve.
Zhang Yong glanced at Wang Siyu, who had three spiritual roots, and weighed her future in cultivation. This family was indeed not to be easily offended. He himself had three spiritual roots, and had accidentally attracted Qi into his body. After years of cultivation, he had achieved some minor accomplishments.
This kid is so young, maybe he can reach the middle level of Qi training in the future, and he can also do too much.
It's just that Qianluo is rarely alone at home...
As soon as Wang Wenxiu saw his eyes turn, she knew what he was planning and immediately pulled Qianluo over: "Hey, sister, your brother just called me and told me that he will be back with our old Wang soon to have lunch with us!"
Qianluo immediately responded, "Yes! Today is my birthday, we should celebrate!"
After saying that, the two men looked at each other, and Zhang Yong's face really darkened.
Wang Wenxiu's husband, Wang Wutong, was a hunter, often hunting wild beasts, even low-level demonic beasts. Although he didn't possess the ability to channel Qi into his body, he possessed exceptional archery skills, earning him considerable income. The family's life was tight thanks to their daughter's cultivation, but it was manageable. In any other household, no one would have given their daughter such abundant resources for cultivation.
Even Zhang Yong collected rent. If Wang Wutong hunted a low-level monster, he would give him some bones, meat, hides, and blood as protection money. You know, in District 8, the monsters are all good stuff!
Animal bones and animal skins are used as materials for magical instruments, animal meat is used as spiritual food, and animal blood is even more extraordinary. Unlike animal bones and animal skins, which can only be used as materials, other materials are needed to refine magical instruments.
A small box of animal blood can last a low-level talisman master a month. Some high-quality talismans are priceless, and low-level talismans can be worth a lot of money.
Zhang Yong really pretended to say, "That was really lively."
He stood up, then kicked Xiao Li and said coldly: "Hurry up! Let's go to the next street!"
The group left in a mighty procession.
The people in the yard closed their doors one after another, and probably didn't dare to go out today.
The originally bustling courtyard was now completely silent with the doors closed.
Wang Wenxiu was so frightened that her legs went weak: "You kid! How dare you deal with them!"
Qian Luo covered her pounding heart and put down the knife. She felt deeply the law of the jungle in the world of immortal cultivation. The door of the first household was still stained with the blood of the lower class. Although Zhang Yong let them go, how long could they survive in the mountains?
And I, a useless person with only five spiritual roots, am no different from an ordinary mortal in the eyes of everyone!
That's why they could manipulate her at will. In their eyes, she was just an ant on the road that could be crushed to death at any time!
She felt a surge of anger, and at the same time she hated the barriers between regions and hated the division of people into different classes!
Don’t mortals have the right to live?
Are mortals born to die?
Why are monks superior to others!
Why should ordinary people bow their heads and be submissive? Let others do the bidding of others?
She couldn't give up cultivation! She had to cultivate the Great Dao and achieve immortality!
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