Chapter 4695: Looking for People
Chapter 4695: Looking for People
Cold sweat trickled down the forehead of the man in green. He held his breath, terrified that the sharp point pressed against his throat would pierce his skin. He swallowed hard, his voice tight with fear, and stammered, “W-what do you want?”
“Pay the shopkeeper for what you broke, then get out of my sight,” Hao’er stated icily, his gaze unwavering.
“Fine!” the man gritted out through clenched teeth. He fumbled for his cosmos sack, pulled it out, and tossed it roughly towards the shopkeeper. “This should be more than enough!”
The shopkeeper deftly caught the sack, quickly opened it, extracted the crystal stones equivalent to the cost of the spilled spirit wine, and handed the remaining stones back to the trembling man. “Haha, yes, it’s more than enough. There’s even some extra.”
Seeing the payment settled, Hao’er finally retracted his sword, sheathing it behind his back with a fluid motion. “Get lost!” he commanded, his voice carrying an undeniable authority.
The man in green scrambled to his feet, clutching his injured wrist. He shot Hao’er a venomous glare, his eyes burning with resentment, then gritted his teeth and quickly limped away, disappearing into the crowd.
“Good!”
“Well done!”
“That was impressive!”
“Are all kids so skilled these days?”
A ripple of excited chatter spread through the onlookers. Some stared intently at Hao’er, their faces filled with awe and curiosity. “Young Master, who is your esteemed master? You are so young, yet your sword skills are so extraordinary! Your master must be a truly formidable individual!” one man called out loudly.
“Yes, Young Master, please tell us, who is your master? Does your master still accept disciples?” another person eagerly inquired. They couldn’t help but imagine the possibilities if their own children could learn even a fraction of the skill this young boy possessed. Their futures would be secure.
However, Hao’er remained impassive, ignoring the barrage of questions. He turned and walked towards his younger brother and sister, bringing them to the shopkeeper’s counter. “Shopkeeper, please prepare everything on our list.”
“Yes, yes, of course, Young Master,” the shopkeeper replied with a wide, ingratiating smile. He cast a deep, thoughtful look at Hao’er, a shrewd glint in his eyes, and chuckled softly. “Young Master, I will give you a generous discount. If you ever need to purchase anything in the future, please come to me, and I will always offer you the best possible price.” He recognized at once that this was no ordinary child, and he instinctively sensed a remarkable future ahead of him. Cultivating a good relationship now could only bring future benefits.
He personally escorted them through the store, carefully gathered everything on their list, double-checked each item with them, and then efficiently settled their bill.
As he saw them to the door, the shopkeeper lowered his voice and said with a hint of urgency, “Young Master, you would be wise to return to your master or your clan as quickly as possible. That disciple of the Heaven’s Sun Sect will not take this humiliation lightly. He will undoubtedly seek you out. You have purchased what you needed, so please, hurry back and avoid any further trouble.”
“Alright, we understand. Thank you very much for your kindness,” Hao’er replied politely, offering a small bow of gratitude before leaving the store with Muchen and Muyue.
They didn’t head straight back to the teahouse, as they still had a few more items to buy. So, they turned onto another bustling street, continuing their shopping. Not long after they had departed, the enraged man in green from the Heaven’s Sun Sect arrived at the general store, accompanied by several other imposing-looking men.
“Where are they?” The man in green, who was leading the group, demanded, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a sinister glint.
“Senior Brother, those three little brats were just here. Let me go inside and question the shopkeeper,” the man in green offered, hurrying into the store. His injured wrist was now bandaged, but his hand hung limply at his side, a testament to the severity of the damage. The boy’s sword strike had severed tendons and nerves. Only the skilled physicians within their sect had managed to salvage his hand. The memory of the pain and humiliation fueled his burning hatred.
“Shopkeeper, where did those three little brats go?” He snarled as he entered the store, his malevolent gaze sweeping across the interior.