Qin An lowered his head and frowned, "Why is this person like this?"
Tu Nian smiled and walked her towards Luo Zhan. "You two go shopping first. Xiao Song and I will come find you later."
"Can't I go along?"
Song Chengming was brutally drafted and tried to resist.
Tu Nian raised an eyebrow, "No."
The resistance failed, and Song Chengming could only watch Luo Zhan and Qin An leave.
"Who told you to leave?"
Seeing two naive people running away from the four people, Gong Ruoruo became anxious and wanted to go over to stop them, but she was stopped by Tu Nian before she took half a step, and Song Chengming followed behind her with a bad look.
He raised his arm, drew his sword and stabbed it in front of the opponent. With this move, Tu Nian showed the posture of a single man blocking a thousand enemies.
"What do you want to do..."
"You failed to scam me and you still want to follow me. Do you have so much free time?"
Tu Nian was in no mood to listen to any hypocritical accusations. After interrupting the other party with a word, his spiritual power suddenly surged, "Is this what you want to see?"
Gong Ruoruo saw that Tu Nian was only about fifteen or sixteen, so how could she possibly associate her with the Golden Core? She was so startled by the sudden pressure that she forgot her purpose and took several steps back, bumping into the Hundred Flowers disciples who were chasing her.
Someone in the crowd who was quick to react noticed that Gong Ruoruo's expression was not right and quickly asked her, "Sister Ruoruo, did that person attack you?"
How could this kid possibly have reached the Golden Core stage at such a young age? How dare she bluff me?
Gong Ruoruo reacted and angrily threw the person who was holding her aside. She walked a few steps to Tu Nian, looked at her with gritted teeth and said, "How dare you be rude to me? Do you know who I am?"
Tu Nian smiled calmly and said, "I know, the little princess of the Gong family."
In the original novel, the only female cultivator who could be praised like this by Baihua was Gong Ruoruo, and she was also a rude and arrogant person, and was very easy to recognize.
Snow Valley and Baihua rarely interacted with each other, so Song Chengming had never seen her before and naturally didn't know her identity. But when he heard that this girl was actually from the Gong family, he immediately looked surprised and said, "Gong family!"
Gong Ruoruo was very satisfied with his reaction and crossed her arms complacently, "Are you scared now?"
"Yeah, I'm scared."
Tu Nian took over the conversation leisurely, raising an eyebrow. "Everyone says that the Gong family has been in trouble recently. Anyone who encounters such an unlucky family must be afraid, right?"
Gong Ruoruo's expression froze when she heard this, but she quickly recovered. She then sneered at her and said, "Even if you want to make up a lie, at least make something more reliable. Who would believe such nonsense even if they told it to others?"
"Is that really nonsense?"
Facing her provocation, Tu Nian calmly recounted the details: "Since the beginning of autumn, four people have died in your Gong family in the past three months, two of whom are direct descendants. All four were assassinated, and their deaths were tragic..."
As Tu Nian recited the details that only the direct descendants of the Gong family could know, Gong Ruoruo's expression became worse and worse. When he was about to say the names of two direct descendants of the Gong family, she finally couldn't hold it in anymore and shouted sternly: "Shut up!"
After she finished speaking, she realized that she had said the wrong thing. She wanted to make up for it in other ways, but it was too late. Seeing her reaction, even if the people in Baihua were slow-witted, they understood that Tu Nian's words were not groundless.
Someone died in the Gong family.
The feeling of surprise quickly spread among the people of Baihua, and even the casual cultivators passing by happened to hear this. The news spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. Endless discussions and whispers immediately drowned out Gong Ruoruo. Even if she came up with any reason to explain, the rumor eventually spread among the crowd.
In such a chaotic scene, Tu Nian chuckled, picked up his sword, called Song Chengming, easily shook off the people from Baihua, and walked towards the direction where Luo Zhan and Qin An left.
"Are we leaving just like that?" Song Chengming looked back every two steps, his expression showing only a hint of doubt and the rest of it was gloating.
"What else do you want?" Compared to him, Tu Nian was like a normal person, still looking around for shops worth visiting as before.
Only when he could no longer see those privet yellow Taoist robes did Song Chengming face the main road and walk properly. "I thought that with your temper, you would definitely give that girl from the Gong family a good beating."
"Rumors are more ferocious than tigers. Once the Gong family incident spread, she was already very busy. In the end, she had to deal with it."
As Tu Nian was speaking, he suddenly saw a stall selling simple magic tools. The strange-looking items on the table looked particularly unique, so he went forward to take a look.
Song Chengming caught up with her and kept pestering her, "Don't give me that. I didn't see you being so kind during the incident with Lin Qingqing before."
Tu Nian hadn't expected him to bring up something from such a long time ago. He put down the magical tool he was studying halfway, glancing at him. "How can it be the same?"
As she spoke, she picked up another hourglass-shaped object and looked at it while saying, "Here, even if I really wanted to beat someone up, there are the rules of the duel. I can't fight, and I can't extort money from them. What's the fun in just talking?"
Song Chengming was stunned when he heard this.
If he hadn't said it, it would have sounded reasonable.
While he was stunned, Tu Nian weighed the magic weapon in his hand and asked the person across the table, "Daoist friend, how much is the magic weapon?"
The man was leaning on a rocking chair wearing a straw hat with the brim pulled down low. He looked drowsy. When he heard Tu Nian's question, he pointed to the small note on the table.
Tu Nian leaned over to take a look and saw the words "Large items are one thousand, medium items are one hundred, and small items are ten."
After reading the note, she glanced at the other objects on the table and found that there seemed to be nothing bigger than the one in her hand.
"Come on, big shot, it's time for you to play your role. Pick the biggest one."
Tu Nian smacked his lips and patted Song Chengming on the shoulder. Then he said to the man in the rocking chair, "Daoyou, he will pay for the spirit stones."
After saying this, without waiting for the two people to respond, he carried the magic weapon and went into the crowd.
Song Chengming realized it later. After reading the note clearly, he was completely paralyzed. In the end, he was desperately searching for spiritual stones on his body while tears streamed down his face as he cursed all of Tu Nian's ancestors in his heart.
After a day of strolling around like this, I gained a lot.
The living conditions of each sect were good, and they were all single-person rooms. After returning to their residence at 3 p.m., Tu Nian, Song Chengming and the other two separated, and they did not go to see anyone else. They simply packed up, released the Golden Crow Beast from the mustard seed, and then carried Bo Qiu to bed to rest.
After all, for her, the first day of the sect's rise was truly worth a good night's sleep.
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