112 Chapter 112 (1/2)

The men looked in the direction that the voice was coming from. The boy that tackled the man fell onto his butt, then quickly scooted to the side to protect his little junior sister.

\”Who dares!?\”

The young master looked at the old man, not knowing who he was. He had a long beard and looked intimidating, but looks could be misleading. The young master was just a lowly Qi condensation practitioner, not even that high up there at only the 8th stage. He liked spending his time drinking and partying with the ladies in the pleasure district not really one for training. That's why he glanced to one of his guards, the man looked quite experienced and was in the middle level of foundation establishment.

The guard scanned the elder with his senses, he could tell that the elderly man was also in the foundation establishment stage at a similar level that he was. But he wasn't alone here, each guard here had at least a cultivation base of foundation establishment early stage and there were five of them against just one old guy.

Taking their ages into consideration, the bodyguards were men in their forties and fifties and the opponent looked to be sixty or seventy. In this world, you could mostly tell one's strength by the cultivation level and the age. An old age gave you hints that the cultivator wasn't very talented and couldn't advance past the stage that they were currently in and would probably be stuck in it for the rest of their life. This indicated that they should be weaker than younger cultivators at the same realm as they probably had more talent and vigor.

The bodyguard gave the young master a nod, signaling him that he felt confident in taking out this elderly man. This youth wasn't stupid, he knew that it wasn't wise to offend unknown people, they could turn up to be some kind of old powerful monster. Still, you could offend risky targets but you just had to make them vanish from the face of this world.

\”I'm not sure who you are old man, but you better scram.\”

The young master proclaimed, while hiding behind his bodyguards smirking from the back at the elder that was about to get trashed by his group.

\”Oh don't mind me, I'll be on my way soon. I'll just take these children with me and we will be on our way, what say you?\”

Matt didn't want to cause a scene, no one was actually dead and he could make these cultivators collapse with a wave of his finger. He was planning on remembering the youth's face, maybe getting his name out during the conversation and then have his police force bring him in. Playing a superhero was nice and all, but these people had to learn to trust the new faction in town to help them out in the future and not rely on random cultivators to help them out. He wanted to have the man serve a normal prison sentence, but things weren't that easy and the kids were also thieves.

\”Heh did you hear that men, he wants to take the poor kids home.\”

The people that were standing there just burst out in laughter not taking the man seriously. They were feeling quite content, the man was even speaking to them respectfully probably afraid of a beating.

\”Yes, you can take these kids for a mare... five hundred... no, make that a thousand spirit stones! How's that for a fair price?\”

The youth just laughed to himself, no one in their right mind would cough up a thousand spirit stones for some useless orphans.

\”Oh, a thousand? Wait a moment sonny...I just need to check...how about these?\”

The young master raised his brow at the old man's response, it was as if he was willing to pay that amount for these street urchins. He looked at the man who was looking at a storage ring a glint in the youth's eye as he saw that thing.

'That's a high-quality spatial ring, where did that old fart get it?'

The old guy then pulled out two swords, from a glance you could tell that they weren't simple weapons and that they were made by quite the master blacksmith.

\”Here you go, two high-quality perfect grade mortal swords, they should go for around five hundred maybe even six hundred spirit stones at the auction house, this should do, right?\”

Everyone gasped as the old guy pulled out two shiny new swords, they were radiating that perfect grade aura and were extremely close to something at the core formation stage. The guards in the shed gulped, they wanted weapons like those but they were forced to use lower quality goods given to them by the clan they were from. This clan was the Xing Clan, which this young master belonged too.

\”B-bring those treasures over...\”

The young master said while staring at the two weapons, he just had to have them. Trading some brats for even one of those would be a win in his opinion.

'But where did this old man get those from and he probably has more things in that storage ring...'

The youth was already thinking about his next step, should he risk offending anyone that was behind this old man or not. The man wasn't wearing the Zhang Clan robes, so he probably wasn't with that family.

'Even if he was with them, nothing will happen if he just vanishes...\”

The Xing Clan had a bandit background so they were quite ruthless in their actions. From a young age, their offsprings were taught to never allow any loss of face and to be throughout with their actions. If you saw an opportunity for getting more power, you should go for it if the situation allowed for it even if there was a risk involved.

\”Here you go sonny, now I'll just take the kids and we'll be on our merry way.\”

The bodyguard grabbed the two blades and carried them over to the young master, the kid took one of them while the guard kept the other. Both of them could see that these were quality goods, neither of them had a weapon of this quality on their person. While the old man was walking towards the kids, seemingly thinking that the deal was made.

The Xing young master had other plans, he was going to risk this. No one should miss one old fart, and even if they do they will be long gone and can blame it on bad luck. He gave his men a hand signal which the group knew well, they went to cut off all escape routes. The elder wasn't really doing much, he was now by the kids petting the crying girl that was standing next to the boy that tackled one of the bodyguards.