Chapter 89 Installment Payment
When the six men saw them stop, they simultaneously reached for their weapons at their waists, their eyes filled with mockery and excitement.
Clearly, both sides wanted to rob the other.
A single glance was enough to ignite a fierce battle.
Jiang Xianwan's lips curled slightly as his fingertips reached for the rattan ball at his waist. Little Zi, who was sleeping soundly and unaware of the seriousness of the situation, was oblivious to his presence.
In a flash... a burst of sparks and lightning!
The two Nascent Soul cultivators who were the first to be hit convulsed... and then lay flat.
Xiao Zi: ...! She's really inhuman!
Bai Ziye chuckled, his voice sounding completely harmless, yet the remaining four Golden Core evil cultivators turned and ran.
Of course, Jiang Xianwan would never let them go. She couldn't tear apart Xiao Zi, who was clinging tightly to her waist and fiercely condemning her. With her fingertips, she drew four golden talismans in the air.
Four explosive tags knocked out four children.
Six more people appeared on the ground.
Bai Ziye and Lin Yujin rushed over excitedly and began to pry open the robber's bag.
Su Qingliu lazily walked to the unconscious boy's side, put two fingers together, and touched the boy's forehead.
The boy let out a deep breath and slowly woke up wearing only his underwear. When he suddenly saw Su Qingliu dressed in a black robe, he trembled with fright.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the three people squatting on the ground tearing off Xie Xiu's clothes, and he was stunned again.
Robbers, robbers?
Then what is he?
Is this considered adding misfortune to misfortune?
Su Qingliu calmly stated that they meant no harm, and then slightly extended his hand forward, "We saved you, ten thousand."
Xiu Yan: "..." His life is really damn valuable.
Before he could even thank her, Xiu Yan awkwardly hugged the cool chest, his face flushed, and said, "I... I have no money."
He then hurriedly added, "However, my name is Xiuyan, and I am a disciple of the Dao Ming Sect's Qingjing Zhenren. Fellow Daoists, you can leave your names so I can pay in installments later. Is that alright with you?"
He doesn't have a single penny, let alone ten thousand!
Xiu Yan was robbed twice in a row, and he was so frustrated that he wanted to look up to the heavens and ask what mistake he had made!
The three men, who were happily stripping each other of their clothes, exchanged a glance.
Good heavens!
Daoming Sect!
Is that the same Domyouji who was dirt poor and starved to death?
Xiu Yan is none other than the chief disciple of the Daoming Sect's leader!
I heard that his master was just as stingy as Hua Meiren.
Sect members usually eat steamed buns and pickled vegetables; when they were even poorer, they didn't even have pickled vegetables.
However, it doesn't matter. The senior brother was prepared. He skillfully took out a piece of paper and said succinctly, "Write it down, in installments over twelve months."
If I give him an IOU, I won't be afraid he'll renege on his debt.
Xiu Yan: "..."
He took the paper while crying, wrote down his name, and asked dejectedly, "What are your names?"
Jiang Xianwan stood up, interrupting Su Qingliu who was about to introduce himself, "His name is Xiong Da."
If word gets out that they robbed a disciple of another sect, the elders will definitely give them a good beating.
Su Qingliu: "..."
Xiu Yan was taken aback, then clasped his hands in greeting, "Brother Xiong."
Su Qingliu: "..."
Following Jiang Xianwan's lead, Lin Yujin, without any instruction, pointed at Bai Ziye and said, "This is Xiong Er, I am Xiong San, and this is Xiong Si."
He even proudly patted his chest, saying, "We were born of the same mother."
As he spoke, he enthusiastically handed him a set of clothes and casually patted his muscles, saying, "Brother, you've got great muscles. These are your clothes, right? Put them on quickly, it'll cost you a thousand."
Xiu Yan: "..." His hand trembled as he took the clothes.
no.
He's wearing his own clothes, and he still wants to pay them a thousand?!
In a short while, Xiu Yan made me doubt life countless times.
With a pale face, he struggled to put on his clothes under the gaze of the second group of robbers, and had to say thank you, "Thank you...so much."
Thank you, four bears!
Let him become even poorer!
Having earned a large sum of extra money, the expressions of the four people were in stark contrast to his.
Bai Ziye was in a good mood and asked curiously, "Isn't there a black market near Daoming Sect? Why did you come here?"
Xiu Yan immediately lost his posture and said in a barely audible voice, "We heard that a new secret realm had appeared in Changhe County, so we rushed over."
"You?" Lin Yujin looked left and right. "Isn't it just you alone?"
Mentioning this, Xiu Yan revealed a look of despair, as if he were questioning the meaning of life. He sniffed, "My three junior brothers are still being held in the black market."
Thinking about everything they had experienced in the past ten days or so, they felt like they were about to collapse, like a small white flower that had been battered by a storm.
Lin Yujin and Jiang Xianwan looked on with expressions of knowing sympathy.
He's being held captive on the black market, huh? Tsk, he's definitely going to be washing dishes and doing odd jobs. No wonder he's crying so pitifully.
Of course, they absolutely refused to admit that the other party's grievances were due to the four of them.
"It's just our bad luck. We had just arrived when the secret realm was somehow shut down by the people from the Northern Eternal Sect."
Su Qingliu and the other three remained silent.
Xiu Yan quickly forgot his earlier pain and revealed his talkative nature, making it hard not to wonder how he got his name.
"Why would disciples from the Northern Territory come to our Southern Territory's secret realm? Fine, we brothers and I thought that since we'd already come all this way, we shouldn't leave empty-handed, so we came to the black market here."
As he spoke, he couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears, "Our mustard seed sac was stolen by some damned bastard!"
"There was no other way, so the four of us got together and decided to fight in the ring to earn some money for the trip home."
Originally, I thought that since they were a large and powerful sect, and relied on their thick skin and tough body to withstand beatings, I would definitely not be able to beat them.
then……
"We went to the Nascent Soul stage arena, hoping to earn more money."
Lin Yujin whispered in Jiang Xianwan's ear, "This isn't making money, it's asking for a beating."
With tears in his eyes, Xiu Yan continued, "I never imagined that the rogue cultivators in the black market would be so powerful."
"The four of us, fellow disciples, were completely dominated and humiliated on the ring by a little girl."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
It has to be said, this world is really small.
"In the end, we lost all our magical artifacts and even owed three thousand spirit stones, so we had to wash dishes to pay off our debts."
Bai Ziye's smile froze, clearly recalling the painful history of the four of them touching the tails of the young men in the brothel.
Wen He managed to squeeze out a sentence, "Heh, then why don't you contact your master, Master Qingjing?"
Xiu Yan opened his clear, large eyes and said, "Our jade slip is in the mustard seed bag!"
"Besides, how could I dare?"
"...Then how did you get out?"
Xiu Yan felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his whole body swayed. "I swore to the heavens that I would return with the ransom within three days, and only then did they release me."
No wonder, vows aren't made lightly; if you make one and then can't keep it, you're finished.
Clearly, a man who has lost even his wife is truly desperate.
“Who knew,” he said, his voice choking as he looked at the dead robber lying on the ground, “I had barely escaped the black market when I ran into six robbers. They saw I had nothing on me, stripped me of my clothes, and even…”
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