PFC Chapter 387 Is Xingyu City owned by your family?
Chapter 387 Is Xingyu City owned by your family?
"Who's causing trouble?"
Following the sound, I looked over.
Several monks patrolling the streets hurried over.
Wen Chengjian and his brothers, along with Ye Jingchuan, instantly surrounded Wenwen.
Her four older brothers and one uncle surrounded her completely, leaving no room for her to escape.
The elders spontaneously changed positions and surrounded the teenagers, leaving the grandmaster and grandfather standing at the very front.
Wenwen sighed and rubbed her forehead...
Huh?! Brothers, this protectiveness is just too much, hehe, it's kind of satisfying!
The presence of elders provides a strong sense of security.
Wow, Wenwen's mood right now seems to be about to take off.
So this is how her family protects her when she's out in the world? They're afraid she'll suffer even the slightest grievance.
Happiness came so suddenly that she was a little overwhelmed.
However, she's not made of clay; she doesn't need her family to protect her like this.
So she secretly sent a message to her family, "Grandfather, Grandmaster, Father, brothers, I'm not a porcelain doll, there's no need for this."
But this was the response I received.
"Wen'er, stay put."
"Little sister, be a good girl."
Wenwen...
This damn sense of security... Wenwen's lips curled up so high she could barely contain herself.
Suddenly, Wen Chengbin tugged at her sleeve, and heard his second brother's voice in her ear.
“Sister, hold your mouth shut. We may be poor, but we are determined. If someone slanders our reputation, shouldn’t we seek some compensation?”
"Huh?!" Wenwen looked at Wen Chengbin. "Second Brother? Scamming? Extortion? That doesn't seem right, does it? Aren't you afraid that fairy sister will cry?"
"Let her cry, what does it have to do with me?" Wen Chengbin said righteously. "She even insulted me, I'll cry for her too, humph!"
Wenwen took a deep breath and thought to herself, "Oh no, my second brother is straight, confirmed. If I go along with his nonsense, I wonder if his silliness will be contagious."
The brother and sister were exchanging glances and discussing the plan when suddenly a voice caught everyone's attention.
"Second Elder of the Wen family, you've brought your family to Xingyu City?"
One of the monks patrolling the street greeted his master, who was standing at the front, loudly, and then performed a junior's salute.
"...Young Master Chu, we meet again."
Unexpectedly, I ran into the young master of the Chu family as soon as I entered the city. He was the same young master of the Chu family I met not long ago when I was leaping over the Dragon Gate in Donglinhai Canyon Bay.
"Second Elder of the Wen family, my name is Chu Xihuan, you may call me..."
Unexpectedly, before Chu Xihuan could finish introducing himself, a spoiled voice came from behind the crowd.
"Chu Xiaosi, what do you mean? This young lady has been bullied to death by these people, and you're still dawdling here? Is this how unreasonable your Chu family is?"
Wow, this hat is really big! Chu Xihuan squinted at it, and the other patrolling cultivators beside him also looked over the crowd.
The Wen family members were simply too tall and imposing. They not only surrounded Wenwen, but also blocked her and the other girls from the crowd, thus obstructing the view of the patrolling monks.
If the woman in pink hadn't spoken up, no one would have known she existed.
“Sister, what are you doing here?” asked Ma Yibo, one of the patrolling monks.
"Big brother," the woman in pink, Ma Xiaoru, stepped forward, "These people are bullying me, boohoo..."
Ma Xiaoru actually accused the villain first, and in the end, she really did cry.
Her words were ambiguous and could easily mislead uninformed onlookers.
Wen Chengbin, being a straight man, wouldn't indulge her. He didn't care about anything else, squeezed out of the encirclement, stood in front of several patrolling cultivators, and shouted loudly without regard for anything else.
"You still have the nerve to cry? You didn't understand why you called us poor ghosts. You said it once, and then you followed us all the way."
“They chased me from the city gate all the way to this street, still calling me a poor wretch. What, do you own Xingyu City? You won’t let poor people into the city or go shopping.”
Wen Chengbin glanced at the crowd, paused, and continued, "There are more than a dozen big shots here. We're not going to bother with you, but you're getting aggressive, specifically targeting my sister and constantly making sarcastic remarks about her."
"What, do you think Xingyu City is your private property? You can casually mock cultivators who enter the city, and arbitrarily file complaints if they don't please you..."
Wen Chengbin's barrage of words left Ma Xiaoru completely speechless.
How could Xingyu City possibly be owned by her family?
Having just experienced a beast tide, Xingyu City suffered severe damage, and the city lord's mansion was also wiped out overnight by enemies.
Now, only four major families remain in Xingyu City: the Chu, Ma, Li, and Zhang families. They are currently competing for the title of city lord.
The four families are now evenly matched, and none of them can defeat the others, so the outcome has not yet been decided.
The patriarch repeatedly warned the family members not to cause trouble outside, lest they damage the family's reputation and affect their competitiveness.
Wen Chengbin's repeated questions—wasn't this deliberately stirring up trouble and smearing the Ma family?
“…Third Brother.” Ma Xiaoru was truly in tears now. “He…he…”
"Oh dear, miss..."
Good heavens, did she faint from anger? Could she lose an argument and just collapse in the street like that?
The people beside her hurriedly helped Ma Xiaoru up and looked at Ma Yibo, "...Young Master."
Ma Yibo frowned, his anger churning inside.
He was furious with his sister for being so willful and reckless, causing trouble and now embarrassing herself in the street.
On one hand, he was furious that some unknown cultivator dared to smear the Ma family in Xingyu City.
In order to quell the situation as soon as possible, prevent it from escalating, and especially to prevent such nonsense from disrupting the competition for the city lord position.
Ma Yibo suppressed his anger and apologized to Wen Chengbin, "Fellow Daoist, please calm down. Considering my sister's young age and ignorance, please forgive her."
He paused, then turned and instructed the women accompanying Ma Xiaoru, "Quickly help Miss back."
Several women who were with her helped Ma Xiaoru out of the crowd.
Wen Chengbin watched the fleeing group and was about to speak when Ma Yibo shoved a bag into his hand.
"Fellow Daoist, this is my and my sister's apology. Please forgive us."
“Ma Yibo, your sister has offended so many people, and this is all the apology you offer? That's not enough, is it?” said Zhang Qian, the patrolling cultivator.
“Exactly, a young lady daring to so brazenly provoke a dozen men, I don’t know where your Ma family gets the courage, hahaha,” said Li Ming, the street-patrolling cultivator.
"You? Zhang Qian, Li Ming, don't be too smug. We'll see who's the winner on the stage," Ma Yibo said with a gloomy face.
"Alright, all of you, say less."
Chu Xihuan stepped in as a peacemaker, saying, "Ma Yibo, your sister's behavior was wrong from the start. She spoke disparagingly of the cultivators entering the city, which violated the city's rules. To put it more bluntly, she damaged the city's reputation and the image of the city's cultivators. One thousand spirit stones is indeed a bit too little. Give her another two thousand, and we'll let this matter drop."
"You!" Ma Yibo glared at him angrily.