379: Chapter 310_2 379: Chapter 310_2 The storekeeper took out the packaged items, all wrapped in the paper used for packaging food, complete with string for carrying.
Mo Wen ignored everyone’s gaze as he placed the food on the table and in the blink of an eye, it was already stowed away inside his Storage Bag.
He gave Ding Ling a look and then quickly collected the dishes and buns they had ordered into the Storage Bag as well.
Deciding not to dine there, they chose to find another place to eat—staying here would be unwise.
Ding Ling registered Mo Wen’s signal and swiftly took out some Silver from her Storage Bag, tossing it to the storekeeper.
The storekeeper, merely a Cultivator with a Qi Cultivation akin to that of an ordinary person, couldn’t react quickly enough to the swift movements of the two patrons.
He hurriedly caught the silver tossed at him and stepped aside, anxious to avoid any trouble.
The young heir hadn’t reacted yet, watching the scene unfold before him in stunned silence.
By the time he realized what was happening, only his two dishes remained on the table.
“You…”
Ding Ling and Mo Wen paid him no attention and walked straight out of the store.
The young fop saw them leaving and wanted to stop them, shouting after them from behind, “Fairy, don’t go…!”
At that moment, a group of fierce-looking men in black clothing who were not wearing masks charged into the street outside the store.
Before reaching the store entrance, they shouted loudly towards the employees inside:
“Heir, we’re here…!”
Seeing his house servants arriving, the fop’s face lit up with joy as he bellowed:
“Stop them for me, capture that woman, but do not harm her.”
“Yes!”
The house servants quickly surrounded Ding Ling and Mo Wen.
As servants in a Cultivator Family, they did possess some basic cultivation skills.
Their cultivation was at the second or third level of the Qi Refinement Realm.
Although they could not fly with Flying Artifacts, their weapons granted them some sway in the mortal area.
The young heir had committed plenty of misdeeds, and according to the drivers, he had taken a fancy to a woman and hurried over to lend assistance.
“Do you really think you can stop us with just that?” Mo Wen, with a normally amiable temperament, did not intend to harm anyone, but these people made it difficult with their bullying behavior.
Mo Wen always kept a low profile, even within the Immortal Sect, avoiding confrontation because he knew he came from an ordinary family and wanted to live well in the Cultivation World by first controlling his temper.
He didn’t think he, at the Foundation Establishment Stage, could fare well within the Immortal Sect, much less in the Cultivation World where he would be even less significant.
They had chosen to keep a low profile when they went out, sensing that danger lurked at every turn in the Cultivation World.
Yet they had not expected that in this small county town, even those of much lower cultivation would dare to offend them.
Even a Buddha would get angry when bullied!
“Step aside, uncle, if you don’t want to die, keep quiet.”
The smug young fop, seeing his men blocking the two, wore a triumphant smile and condescendingly referred to Mo Wen as ‘uncle’.
“Hahaha, uncle, you think you are worthy of being beside a beauty?
Only our heir is suitable for the Fairy.
You should roll aside!” Xiaozhi started his bootlicking again.
“Hahahahahaha”
Xiaozhi’s laughter, along with his words, drew the laughter of his companions as well.
“Quite arrogant, but are you fit to stand by my side?
Have you seen yourself, you’re so trashy, I feel nauseous just looking at you.
Now that I’ve seen you, I probably won’t need to eat for three days and three nights.”
Ding Ling, seeing her companion insulted, also lobbed words that angered those men and especially humiliated the heir.
“Heh, you’re courting death with such words to our heir.
It seems like you think you have the luxury of the God of Longevity’s lifespan.”
One of the house servants threatened them, brandishing his large saber.
The other bruisers also swung their sabers, while the street vendors near the entrance of the snack shop hurriedly packed up their stalls, fearing that these men would bring trouble upon their goods.
The appearance of these men meant that if they were to kill or injure someone, there would be no compensation.
The bustling street quickly became surrounded by onlookers, creating an impenetrable circle that caused a complete street blockade.
People love spectacles, yet fear the indiscriminate danger of swords, maintaining a watchful eye in case the violence came their way.
Ding Ling, furious, could not be bothered to waste any more words.
She had already reached the Mid Foundation Establishment stage and, with her master’s guidance, had developed her Single Spirit Ice Spell to a minor level of proficiency.
With a wave of her sleeve, the spectators saw snowflakes falling from the sky that was bright with the high sun.
It never snowed in the south, and it was not even winter, but summer.
The sudden snowfall under the summer sky made the onlookers, as well as the young master’s thugs who were only wearing thin clothing, feel as though they were encased in ice.
The cold made their bodies involuntarily tremble, and the crowd began to withdraw, only to notice that the snowflakes were falling solely over their location.
As the crowd drew back, the chilling air of ice and snow still made them feel too cold.
Feeling their hands and feet beginning to stiffen, the onlookers knew this was not a simple natural phenomenon, but the work of an Immortal Master casting a spell.
“So cold…”
The young master, chilled to the bone, used his body’s cultivation technique to combat the cold, while he and his followers had not yet realized that the iciness before them was not natural, for their cultivation was too weak to discern the abilities of the two people before them.
“Pfft…”
Upon seeing Ding Ling take action and these people still unaware of the situation, Mo Wen couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
“Who dares to laugh?”
The young master angrily glared around, and upon spotting Mo Wen laughing, he wanted to scold her.
Suddenly, everyone felt large chunks of ice falling from above, like heavy stones hitting their heads and bodies, causing great pain.
With only such low levels of cultivation, it was good enough that they could withstand the cold!
The ice chunks falling from the sky with such force struck them on their heads and bodies.
Immediately, the young master and his thugs were bleeding from their heads, their bodies were bruised, some possibly even bleeding.
The sight of these people, blood running down their faces, was somewhat unbearable to watch.
“Damn it, why is there ice falling in the height of summer?”
The young master cursed angrily and began dodging with his thugs, moving away from the area where the ice was falling.
No matter where they ran, the ice followed.
As the bullies rushed past, the surrounding crowd also moved away, with some realizing that as long as they avoided the bullies, they wouldn’t be hit by the ice.
Watching the bullies move away, their bodies and faces not only in pain but also bleeding, who would still be concerned about heavenly fairies?
Fearing his looks would be ruined and his life lost, the young master thought what use were beautiful women if he were dead?
On the streets, as everyone watched the bullies and the young master run off, many found it satisfying, and some commoners knelt and muttered prayers to the sky.
“Lord of Heaven has opened His eyes and punished these bullies!”
Ding Ling chose not to punish these bullies and the young master more harshly.
Causing them to bleed from the head was punishment enough for their verbal insults.
They had not physically harmed her, and it was better to avoid creating additional trouble.
Seeing the commoners kneeling in worship, Ding Ling and Mo Wen quietly left the area, not wanting the bully to bring back reinforcements, which would trap them there.
As the pair walked away at ease, the shopkeeper with lower cultivation clearly saw from inside the shop that the female had merely moved her hand.
The shopkeeper understood that the bullying young master had encountered a formidable opponent, someone whom he should not provoke.
He thought the beautiful fairy had been kind by not imposing harsher penalties.
Like the commoners, the shopkeeper also felt gratified seeing the young master receive his just deserts.
On second thought, considering that the young master had not paid, but he didn’t eat any food either,
the shopkeeper took two plates of beef and mutton back into the kitchen, deciding to make it their evening meal.
After leaving the market, Ding Ling and Mo Wen, hungry, took out their Flying Artifact and soared into the sky, distancing themselves from this place of conflict.
Both had food with them.
Ignoring the meat for now, they took out steamed meat buns to eat.
The dandy young master, his face and body bleeding, was followed by some bloody house servants as they ran home.
The heir was injured, and as blood flowed, he moaned in pain, “Aiyah, aiyah, the pain is killing me, young master.”