Respect
Jun Changxiao had come to the Sacred Medicine Realm only to take what he needed, so he had his disciples get busy.
However, he needed far too many things—Medicinal Herbs, seedlings, medicinal beasts, Medicine Fields.
To take all that, they would have to practically empty the Sacred Medicine Realm.
Shang Zhonghou was unwilling to accept that.
He had finally landed a big job, helping Young Master Chen acquire all sorts of resources, only to run into a bunch who looked like bandits. He had to stop them!
To put it bluntly.
If Jun Changxiao had only taken a few things, Shang Zhonghou could have pretended not to see it. But digging up even the land itself and obstructing his employer's profits was something he definitely could not accept.
So, Shang Zhonghou made his move.
A beam of finger light shot out and severed the blade of grass hanging from Jun Changxiao's mouth.
It was a warning: if he did not cooperate, the next thing cut off would be his head.
Had it been anyone else, they would have been shocked by that peerless finger light, perhaps even fled in fear. Unfortunately, the person involved was Jun Changxiao.
Who was he?
A protagonist suspected of having warped values, and perhaps even suspected of being a eunuch.
There was no smoke without fire.
Since he had been saddled with such labels, it meant there was certainly something wrong with him. And people like that often went to extremes because of their perversion and twisted mentality.
Provoke him?
Wasn't that simply courting death?
In the early days, Jun Changxiao had looked like he was courting death in every possible way to the world. In the later days, to readers, whoever provoked Jun Changxiao was courting death.
"Hmph."
The steward walked over and