After kicking the two thugs into the wall, Jiang Liu hurried over to his grandpa and looked him over, then did the same to Grandma Zhao. "Grandpa, Grandma Zhao, are you all right? Did they hurt you?"
Master Jiang was stunned. He'd just watched his eldest grandson kick a grown man several meters through the air, hard enough to make the wall shudder.
The wall shuddered, and so did his heart.
"You little rascal! We're fine. Go check on them—the plaster's fallen off the wall!"
Master Jiang gave Jiang Liu a panicked shove. His family were just ordinary people. What if those men were seriously hurt by the kick?
"Right, right, Xiaoliu, call 120!"
Grandma Zhao was panicking too. They'd been in the right before, but after those two kicks, they had no claim to the moral high ground.
Jiang Liu was speechless.
The moment he'd entered, he'd seen two fierce-looking men spitting as they shouted at two elderly people living alone. Enraged, he'd lost his head and kicked them without a second thought.
Now that he'd calmed down, he realized he'd acted rashly.
A kick from someone at Qi Refining Layer 8—wouldn't that have killed them outright?
Oh, right. He was at Qi Cultivation Level 4. Qi Refining Layer 8 hadn't synchronized with reality yet.
But Qi Cultivation Level 4 was still too much!
He had a bright future ahead of him. He didn't want to end up in prison!
Jiang Liu hurried over and crouched beside the two men. One look turned his face white.
How had they passed out?
And why were they bleeding from the corners of their mouths and their nostrils?
"Wake up, wake up! Don't try to scam me!"
Jiang Liu patted their cheeks. When they didn't respond, his heart gave a jolt. He slapped them twice.
"Wake up, man!"
"Say something! Please, don't die, okay?"
After Jiang Liu had slapped them several times, the two thugs finally stirred. They groaned and opened their eyes, looking dazed, as though they still couldn't remember what had happened.
Where were those two old coots?
I remember some little brat kicking me...
Then I went flying?
It hurts so much. It feels like every bone in my body is broken...
The two men were grimacing in pain. When they saw Jiang Liu, their faces changed instantly. Still on the ground, they scrambled backward until they hit the wall, then shouted in terror, "Don't come any closer!"
He'd kicked them half to death with one blow. What kind of ruthless guy was this?
"Good, good. You're alive."
Seeing that the two men had come around, Jiang Liu let out a huge sigh of relief. They'd scared him half to death. He was secretly grateful that his cultivation hadn't synchronized with reality yet; otherwise, he'd really have been done for.
Now that they seemed all right, Jiang Liu wasn't afraid to call the police. He glared at them and asked coldly, "Were you two the ones who splashed paint on my door?"
"You little brat, do you know who I am—"
One of the men shifted, felt as if his hip bones had shattered, and immediately lost his temper. He opened his mouth to curse.
But before he could finish, a flaming red sword was laid against his neck. Its scorching heat seared his skin, and his anger instantly cooled.
"Hm?"
Jiang Liu held the Sunrise Sword, his expression dark.
"Ah, no, it wasn't us!"
With a magical sword pressed to his neck, the man went pale. He forced a smile and replied, "Some punk splashed the paint. My boss caught him and gave him a stern lecture. The punk was so remorseful he burst into tears and went to turn himself in."
"Right, right!"
The other man nodded and chimed in. "My boss couldn't stand to see elderly people living alone clean their own door, so he sent us to give you some money to hire someone to repaint it."
"Exactly, exactly. It was all a misunderstanding."
The two of them sat on the ground with their backs against the wall. They eyed the magical sword radiating scorching heat and swallowed nervously. They wore ingratiating smiles, their earlier arrogance completely gone. They could barely get to their feet, so what was the point of acting tough?
A magical sword.
That was a magical sword, wasn't it?
He'd kicked them—both at Qi Refining Layer 1—half to death in one blow, and he had a magical weapon too. Who could've guessed that a little white dragon was hiding in this modest apartment building?
They were just doing a job for a paycheck. How many Spirit Stones did they get a month? It wasn't worth risking their lives!
If this young guy got carried away and sliced them both up, there'd be nowhere to go crying afterward.
Not worth provoking. They'd better back down for now.
"Your boss?"
Jiang Liu frowned. "Who is he?"
"Boss Wang from Brilliant Bathhouse," the man replied.
Why did Brilliant Bathhouse sound so familiar?
"Is that the place that was going to rename itself the Joyful Union Sect?"
Jiang Liu asked.
"They couldn't. Someone had already registered Joyful Union Sect with the Copyright Office."
The man lowered his voice. "Come on, let's not stay enemies. I'll treat you to the full service next time."
They'd splashed paint on his family's door, and he was still asking Jiang Liu to be nice to them?
So that was why a bathhouse owner had so many Spirit Stones to level up with. He'd been doing this kind of dirty work.
He went door to door trying to buy Spirit Stones. If people refused, he splashed paint on their doors, then sent his lackeys to turn themselves in. What a disgusting way to operate.
What era was this? Wasn't he worried about ending up on the trending list?
Just standing near a person like that made Jiang Liu feel like he was lowering himself.
Jiang Liu stood up and pointed his sword toward the door. With a blank expression, he said, "Tell your boss I'm known to the principal at Third Middle School, and I'm friends with Li Dongze from the Dize Group."
He wasn't afraid of petty thugs like these, but he had an old person at home. Invoking the principal and Li Dongze might at least save him some trouble.
He was preparing to break through to Foundation Establishment. He didn't have time to waste on this kind of nonsense.
"Yes, yes."
The two men didn't care how much they hurt. They scrambled out, not even daring to pick up the money they'd dropped.
"What a mess, what a mess."
Master Jiang bent to pick up the money, muttering under his breath.
"Xiaoliu, are they going to come after you later?"
Grandma Zhao looked worried. "Maybe I should just sell them the stone. It's not like I need it."
Sell it to them for five Spirit Stones a day? Then what would I use?
"That won't do."
Jiang Liu shook his head and smiled at Grandma Zhao. "Don't worry. I'll talk to our principal later. He won't just stand by and do nothing."
"That's good."
Hearing that the principal would help put Grandma Zhao at ease. She looked curiously at the long sword in Jiang Liu's hand. "Is that the kind of sword immortals use? Which is stronger, that or Sun Wukong's Golden Cudgel?"
To elderly people of their generation, Sun Wukong was the only God they knew.
"It can't compare to the Golden Cudgel."
Jiang Liu laughed helplessly. "Grandma Zhao, give me your Spirit Stone, and I'll help you become a God too."
"I'm too old to become a God."
Grandma Zhao waved her hands repeatedly. "I watched you grow up. If you want that stone, just take it and use it. Why be so polite with me?"
Jiang Liu was speechless.
How could he? He couldn't bring himself to swindle Spirit Stones from a woman in her seventies. He'd never live it down.
"Becoming a God can restore your youth."
"Hm? Tell Grandma all about it."
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