Chapter 1678: I Didn’t Seduce Anyone
Chapter 1678: Chapter 1678: I Didn’t Seduce Anyone
At this moment, the burly man who had been sent flying by Han Yan’s palm also stood up, still staring at Han Yan with a face full of anger.
Han Yan took a careful look at the man. He was middle-aged, broad-shouldered, thick-waisted, and his skin was as black as coal. On the Holy Court Continent, he would either be a butcher or an Iron General.
"Hei Tuzi, hurry up and come here to pay respects to the Priest. Apologize to the Priest!" The others were signaling to the man.
Han Yan guessed correctly; this guy was indeed a butcher. It turns out that whether in the Holy Court Continent or the Divine Continent, butchers all look the same.
"Why should I apologize? Even if he’s the Priest, he shouldn’t mix right and wrong. He slept with my daughter, freeloaded in my house for so long, and now wants to run off. Where in the world is such a happy ending?" Hei Tuzi rumbled with his deep voice.
"What!" Han Yan was shocked.
She knew well Ling Baobao’s deceitful habits. When they first met, he was chased mercilessly through the streets due to those habits. Seeing him surrounded again, Han Yan initially thought he was in trouble for fortune telling and treating infertility, something that a compensation could easily solve. Little did she know he had actually committed such shameless deeds.
"He... he’s lying. I didn’t do it." Ling Baobao said in a mixture of sorrow and indignation.
However, Han Yan was somewhat skeptical of his words. When it involves a daughter’s purity, Hei Tuzi shouldn’t be making things up.
"We know about this too, Hei Tuzi is not framing you. Starting and leaving without recognition is bad enough, but you can’t deny responsibility." Others chimed in, looking at Ling Baobao with contempt.
Seeing the crowd’s passionate demeanor, Han Yan grew more suspicious.
"No, Han Yan, you have to believe me, I really didn’t do it." Ling Baobao tugged at Han Yan’s sleeve, looking pitiful as he spoke.
"So you know each other." Only then did the others realize that Han Yan knew Ling Baobao, though they still respected Han Yan, the hostility towards her slightly increased.
"I’m Han Yan, and I know him; what exactly is going on?" Han Yan asked. Although she wasn’t sure if Ling Baobao committed such a vile act, she wanted to avoid provoking too much hostility until the truth was clear.
After all, in the Divine Continent, not only was her power suppressed, but she also was injured. In case of conflict attracting Holy Court attention, escaping would be impossible.
"It turns out you also share the Mu surname; perhaps, a few hundred years ago, we were family. That makes it easier." A young man said happily, seeing Han Yan’s puzzled look, he further explained, "Our village is called Mu Family Village, the majority of villagers are surnamed Mu, all come from the same family."
"Don’t underestimate our Mu Family Village; we produced a Priest hundreds of years ago, gaining the fief from the Divine Lord personally." Another villager said proudly.
"Oh." Han Yan nodded woodenly. She couldn’t fathom the significance of a village in the Divine Continent that had produced a Priest, neither knew what demeanor to show.
Her calm demeanor made the villagers respect her even more.
"Priest, this person came to our village a year ago; on his first night, he slept with Hei Tuzi’s daughter." Out of respect, the villagers refrained from gossip and answered Han Yan’s question.
"My poor Yuyu, she’s only thirty years old and not married yet. Her reputation ruined, what should she do now?" Upon hearing this, Hei Tuzi beat his chest and wailed.
Thirty and not married yet, Han Yan was taken aback. In the Holy Court Continent, aside from those deeply engaged in cultivation, average family girls married at seventeen or eighteen, and commoners even earlier; could it be that the Divine Continent adhered to late marriages this much?
The problem was, she never noticed Ling Baobao had a preference for mature ladies; could it be a maternal complex?
"That’s right, I’ve watched Yuyu grow up. She remained pure for years only to have her reputation ruined by him. Now he wants to leave without acknowledging us, it’s no wonder Hei Tuzi is furious. I hope the Priest would condemn his disrespect." An elderly white-bearded man lamented.
Others joined in, condemning Ling Baobao unanimously.
"I didn’t do it. I’m being framed..." Ling Baobao muttered, feeling wronged, but his voice was soon drowned out by the crowd.
"What happened next?" Han Yan continued to ask. Judging by the frenzy earlier, Ling Baobao likely caused more trouble, though this matter itself was tricky enough.
"After he ruined the maiden’s reputation, Hei Tuzi wouldn’t let him leave. He considered even killing him wouldn’t recover the loss, so he arranged for their marriage. Coincidentally, at that time, Shangfeng City Temple was recruiting Priests. He claimed to have comprehended the Heart of Life and could become a Priest. Afraid to impede his future, we persuaded Hei Tuzi to delay the marriage until after he became a Priest." A young man explained.
"To help him become a Priest, we gave everything, ensuring he was fed and clothed well, buying him medicinal herbs and elixirs, fattening him right up. Who would’ve thought he’d run off at the critical moment?
What’s most infuriating is, even when we chased and fought him earlier, he didn’t use any Priest Divine Technique. I suspect he’s a fraud." Another young man interrupted angrily before the first one finished.
"How is that fraud? Didn’t I perform for you before? It clearly worked; just now, I don’t know why it failed." Ling Baobao argued, though he seemed unsure.
Needless to say, Han Yan could already imagine; just like in the beginning when he arrived at the Holy Court Continent, learning everything in one go, yet hit-or-miss, failing at crucial moments.
"If you’re not a fraud, then why run?" The young man questioned.
"You never told me Shangfeng City Temple recruitment involved death!" Ling Baobao said, worried.
"If you weren’t a fraud, you’d become a Priest. How does death concern you?" The young man pressed.
"This..." Ling Baobao was cornered, unsure how to respond.
"Priest, this time Shangfeng City Temple’s recruitment of Priests is tied to the fate of hundreds of Mu Family Village members. That’s why I delayed concerning my daughter’s reputation, and did not rush the marriage. Who knew this guy was a despicable scoundrel cheating both money and people." Hei Tuzi pointed at Ling Baobao’s face, spittle flying everywhere.
"I didn’t cheat anyone." Ling Baobao maintained. Yet, he didn’t deny the money part.