"Aaaaaah—!!!"
"You, you, you, you can't kill me!"
Do you know who I am?
"Release him right now, and I...I'll let bygones be bygones!"
"Aaaaaah—!!!"
"Spare me, spare me, senior, spare me—!"
The moment the man's hand landed on the counter, Zhenru's palm lashed out at his face.
However, even a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator is no match for a senior cultivator, even if they are facing someone as simple as Jian Dan.
That attitude only earned her a slap because Zhenru, being new to the Hidden Wood Realm, didn't want to cause trouble.
After all, he's just a low-level clerk. How dare he act arrogantly and disrespectfully towards his seniors? No one would believe he has no connections.
In situations like this, if you have good judgment, or if you don't have a powerful background and don't want to make a big fuss, you should keep a low profile and do your job properly after being slapped.
As a result, after being slapped, this person not only failed to recognize the difference in cultivation level, but became even more arrogant, shouting that he would kill Zhenru.
Zhenru was almost sprayed with his saliva, and her anger flared up.
If someone with a lightning spiritual root has a bad temper, does that mean someone with a fire spiritual root has a good temper?
Although Zhenru previously described himself as having a good temper, when it comes to scaring people, real anger is certainly more convincing.
When the man saw that the other was really serious, he knew he had met someone who didn't care about his life. At first, he was still stubborn, but soon he was so scared that he begged for mercy and wet his pants.
"Tsk," Zhenru said disdainfully, tossing her hand away and taking a few steps back, then looked at the other people at the counters.
"Is there anyone else who can handle this procedure?"
It's possible to do it, but no one dares to agree.
The other two junior managers at the counters exchanged glances, shook their heads at Zhenru with great difficulty, and looked at the person lying on the ground with a meaningful glance.
Just as Zhenru raised her eyebrows, about to ask the person who came from, she suddenly heard a whisper as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
"Senior, he is a member of the Mu family. You should leave while he is unconscious, otherwise you won't be able to leave once he wakes up."
Mu family?
It's as if I've heard it before.
Looking back, ever since she left the teleportation hall, she had headed straight for this small island. Even so, she had heard many things about the Mu family along the way.
There are also signs for the Mu family hanging everywhere outside the teleportation hall.
Zhenru realized that the Mu family was most likely one of the top families in the world of wood storage.
A top family may have many outstanding members, but it also has a lot of troublesome underlings at the bottom.
Looking at the person lying on the ground, it was clear that this person was the troublesome brat.
However difficult to deal with, he was a bit dim-witted. He should at least have looked at his own identity jade pendant before being arrogant.
That way, even if you seek revenge afterward, you can still find a way to get back at the person, right?
Zhenru chuckled, cast a cleansing spell to wash the man clean, then observed the situation at the counter before grabbing the unconscious man and processing her paperwork directly.
The other two people at the counters were stunned and stood there dumbfounded, thinking to themselves, "We're doomed!" They were afraid the Mu family was going to cause trouble for them.
Just then, Zhenru, who had finished her business, suddenly turned to them and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, his affairs have nothing to do with you."
Before the two could understand what it meant, Zhenru gently touched their foreheads as soon as he finished speaking, and they felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if something in their brains had disappeared.
When they opened their eyes again, they were in a daze for a moment.
What just happened to them? Why do they feel dizzy?
The thinner man patted his head and asked the person at the counter opposite him:
"Fellow Water Spirit, did you see what I just did?"
The person opposite thought for a moment, then shook his head and said:
"What were you doing? Weren't you just sitting there doing nothing?"
The lean male cultivator thought for a moment, and it seemed to be true. He then patted his forehead and chuckled foolishly.
"Oh right, weren't there supposed to be a lot of people coming to the Hidden Wood Realm recently? How come there's only one person here today?"
The person opposite shook their head, indicating that they didn't know either.
After chatting for a few minutes, the two fell silent, sat cross-legged in their seats, and began to meditate and regulate their breathing, trying to eliminate the soreness in their heads.
The moment the two sat down, they heard the man who had been hit scream and fall off the rocking chair, startling them so much that they turned around to look.
Upon seeing this, even the two of them were so frightened they almost screamed.
Although the steward of the Mu family usually slacked off, he still paid attention to his personal image.
He had just been startled awake from his sleep in a rattan chair and fell to the ground, but it looked like he had suffered a serious injury.
It wasn't that the steward's external injuries were that serious, but rather that his face was whiter than if he had been frozen for three days after death.
The two had no intention of getting involved in Steward Mu's affairs, but they couldn't completely ignore them either. After exchanging a glance, the lean male cultivator tentatively asked:
"Manager Mu, are you alright?"
The wood manager was also completely bewildered.
It's strange enough that he can fall asleep in a recliner and even have dreams, but why is he feeling dizzy?
What's even more ridiculous is that, even in a dream, he was so frightened by it that he fell to the ground. And it wasn't just an ordinary fall; he felt like his entire internal organs were being burned dry.
But when he checked with his divine sense, he found that his body was completely unharmed and there was nothing wrong with him.
Surely he couldn't have fallen and injured himself while having a nightmare?
Seeing the two men's eyes—a mixture of avoidance, feigned concern, and hidden amusement—Manager Mu swallowed back the question he was about to ask.
How could he, the steward of the Mu family, possibly tell anyone that he was woken up by a nightmare?
"It's nothing. I just got a stitch while I was practicing. I'll be fine after a bit of breathing."
After saying that, he began to pretend to meditate and regulate his breathing.
However, the more he tried to regulate his breathing, the more uncomfortable he felt. His physical discomfort did not lessen at all; on the contrary, the pain became more and more severe.
In the end, before the two cycles were even finished, Manager Mu collapsed to the ground again, groaning in pain.
This time, no one stopped them. The remaining two saw that Steward Mu was really in pain, so they hurried over to ask him what was wrong.
"Help, help me send a message!"
As soon as the wood steward finished speaking, his eyes rolled back and he fainted again.
Before long, the nearby Mu family's residence arrived with medical personnel.
"It's nothing serious. I was just too hasty in my cultivation and my mind was too restless, so I showed signs of going into qi deviation."
The healer who came to treat him spoke in a cold tone, but his lowered eyelashes concealed a hint of doubt in his eyes.
No one noticed the doctor's expression. The person at the camp only heard that Steward Mu was alright, so he breathed a sigh of relief, arranged for someone to feed him some pills, and then took him away to rest.
After giving the instructions, the person at the garrison seemed to remember something and turned back to the healer with a somewhat apologetic expression:
"Mu Qiao, I'm sorry to have made you clean up his mess again."
Mu Qiao didn't even lift her eyelids, deftly and carefully putting away a roll of needles, her voice indifferent:
"What are you saying, Steward? I was just carrying out the task assigned by the family. There's no need to apologize."
Despite saying that, and showing a cold face, everyone could tell that he looked down on that person.
Actually, there's no need to look into it; the feud between these two people was accumulated from their ancestors.
Ignoring the manager's expression, Mu Qiao packed her things and was about to leave when she was stopped at the door.
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