Chapter 1 - 1 Chapter 1 Moving House_1 (1/2)
1 Chapter 1 Moving House_1
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Clear River Sword Sect
White River Marketplace
Wooden Bridge Street
The sky was cloudy, accompanied by the drizzle.
The muddy streets were filled with a group of bottom class Qi Cultivators, wearing worn-out Taoist robes, craning their necks to watch the scene.
“Xu Mu, why haven’t you moved out yet? Do I really have to take the initiative?”
Manager Liu, exuding a foreboding aura, with his subordinates behind him, was staring coldly at a middle-aged man with graying hair in the courtyard.
“Manager Liu, can we possibly get an extended grace period? My wife is about to give birth,” Xu Mu pleaded with a forced smile.
“What does your wife’s labor have to do with us? We’re not the ones who put the baby in there!”
A small, plump man following Manager Liu, with his eyes slanting like a triangle, made a cynical comment.
The rest of them followed suit and burst into raucous laughter.
Xu Mu’s face flushed.
His fists clenched tightly; he barely stopped himself from charging forward of confront them.
“Please, Manager Liu, as soon as I have Spirit Stones, I will pay back all the overdue rent!”
The wave of anger in Xu Mu subsided after a moment, he deeply inhaled, let go of his clenched fists and composed himself.
He was prepared for death.
But what if he died?
What about his wife who would be delivering their baby?
At his age, having a family was almost an unattainable luxury, let alone dying.
“Help? How? If everyone were like you, wouldn’t I be out of a job? If you don’t have the Spirit Stones, then pack up and get out! If I see you here after one hour, don’t blame me for being rude!”
Manager Liu sneered, flapped his sleeve, and turned away with his subordinates.
Xu Mu clenched his teeth, but didn’t dare to utter a harsh word.
As for the saying ‘Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river’?
Give me a break!
He was already over sixty; in thirty years, he would be pushing daisy.
With a desolate expression, Xu Mu went back to his room and began to pack.
His wife, Ye Yingying, heavily pregnant, walked out of the bedroom.
Her pale face reflected deep remorse.
“It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t caught a cold recently and spent all our savings, we wouldn’t be unable to pay the rent,” She lamented.
Xu Mu shook his head with a bitter smile.
“It’s not your fault, the rent increases daily now. Even if we could survive this time, we wouldn’t make it through time and time again. Sooner or later, we would be evicted!”