Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 969 - 523: If You Can’t Beat Me to Death, I’ll Believe You

Chapter 969: Chapter 523: If You Can’t Beat Me to Death, I’ll Believe You

Hearing Yan Fei ask how much the teaching materials cost, the middle-aged man’s face lit up with joy as he skillfully replied, "One set of teaching materials includes three books and two boxes of tapes. Our master wants to benefit the masses, so he only charges the cost price, two hundred eighty-eight yuan for one set, and five hundred seventy-six for two sets. Rest assured, you won’t be wasting your money. Once you bring these materials home, it will be like having the Treasure of House Protection. These have all been blessed by the master; bring them home, and your whole family will enjoy good health and a prosperous wealth."

"You’re pretty skilled at this business, aren’t you!" Yan Fei finally understood.

The more he spoke, the more absurd it got. What kind of bullshit Qigong was this? It was all just to sell teaching materials!

If you were to promote your products in a reasonable and fair manner, it would be fine for people to buy them if they wished, but making threats like this, as if not buying the materials was a mistake that would bring disaster upon the family. Yan Fei, who never tolerated this kind of tactic, really couldn’t bear it anymore.

"Er Dan’er, hurry back home and fetch the teaching materials for these brothers and sisters..." The middle-aged man thought Yan Fei had agreed to buy them and immediately began joyfully assigning a young man to go back.

In the village, many families couldn’t afford a whole set of "teaching materials" in one go, so usually, they were sold piecemeal. Now, to sell two sets at once was indeed a rare opportunity.

For the middle-aged man, if it wasn’t for the fact that Yan Fei’s family was heard to be from the city, and his aunt was a wealthy person from outside, he wouldn’t have made such an effort to block the way—it was definitely against local customs to obstruct someone’s path without a significant life-or-death grudge forcing the family to leave.

Just as he had finished giving instructions, Yan Fei’s anger flared up, and he truly couldn’t tolerate it anymore.

He reached out and grabbed the man’s neck, lifting the sturdy man off the ground with his feet dangling: "To hell with brothers and sisters, these are my parents, this is my aunt and uncle, and yet they’ve all become your brothers and sisters. Practicing your crap, you don’t even respect seniority, huh?"

Seeing him suddenly become physical, especially the group of loyal defenders behind the middle-aged man, they immediately started clamoring and swarmed around.

The next moment, Yan Fei’s eyes widened, and he burst out with a thunderous shout, "SCRAM!"

Compared to his roar, what is called the lion’s roar or tiger’s growl would only qualify as a cat’s meow. The booming voice caused the unmelted snow on the nearby Haloxylon ammodendron to flutter down.

The others were suddenly shocked and subconsciously retreated in quick succession. The worst off was the middle-aged man being choked; his eyes instantly became vacant.

This shout was indeed a bit frightening, and even his parents and aunt and uncle behind him forgot to step forward and persuade him for a while.

He then looked around at the people opposite, sneered, and said, "Go and ask around, see how many who have dared to lay hands on me can still jump around in the latter half of their life. Think carefully whether you can even afford the medical expenses before you come at me. Don’t get hurt and die at home because you have no money for treatment; I certainly won’t support your wives and kids..."

This statement had a significant impact. The villagers were hot-blooded and not afraid of fights, but as soon as medical expenses were mentioned, it was sure to dampen most of their spirits.

A few still wanted to muster the courage to speak up, but he easily tossed them aside and then leapt up, planting a kick on a poplar tree as thick as a thigh beside the road.

With a crackling sound, the poor poplar tree that had suffered innocently broke in the middle, and with a cacophony of snapping noises, it fell beside the road.

After it landed, looking at a group of dumbfounded people, he chuckled, "Go and call that master of yours. If I can’t slap him to death, I’ll follow him and practice Qigong."

Although he was clearly laughing, the people around him all felt chills down their spine.

Seeing that no one spoke, he snorted coldly, "Isn’t your Qigong supposed to be mighty? Whoever is good at it, come out and practice with me? Let’s get one thing straight, no matter if you live or die, sign a life and death contract before we start, so your wives and children don’t come crying to me if you end up dead!"

After waiting for quite a while and seeing no one speak up, he turned around, ready to pick up his luggage that he had just set on the ground and leave. That’s when a young man mustered the courage to shout, "Just you wait, having offended our master, you’re not going to have a good ending!"

Yan Fei turned around and asked, "Who said that just now?"

This group of people was quite united, intentionally or unintentionally shielding the young man who had spoken to prevent him from suffering a heavy hand and ending up like that unfortunate poplar tree.

But what kind of ears did Yan Fei have? Besides, a bunch of villagers weren’t good at hiding anything, and he had spotted that young man who was all bluster before and now was shrinking back, trying to be inconspicuous.

He didn’t really want to hurt anyone, either; his nose was sharp, and he’d already smelled the stench of urine. It came from the middle-aged man whom he had grabbed by the neck earlier, but now with people dressed in thick clothes, no one else had noticed it yet—the middle-aged man himself hadn’t realized it, still dazed with vacant eyes, not yet recovered from the earlier shock!

Scanning around, he spotted another large, old persimmon tree not far away that one could not fully wrap their arms around.

With a smile at the group, he then took off running toward the old persimmon tree.

The villagers thought he was charging at them to attack, so they scrambled to retreat and dodge. A few of them, in their panic, yelped, and their whole bodies dropped out of sight—they had accidentally fallen into a snow ditch by the side of the road.

Soon, everyone realized that the young man, who had just seemed rather amiable but now looked fiercer than a butcher, had no intention of hitting them.

The crowd all turned their heads to watch the speeding figure.

They saw him sprint close to the old persimmon tree, beneath which they often liked to squat in the summertime, leap up suddenly, and then they heard a loud bang as if the ground trembled beneath them.

The next moment, everyone was dumbstruck—the old persimmon tree was leaning!

The trees in the countryside aren’t like the ornamental trees by the city streets, often swapped out every few days, with their roots being a mere joke. It wouldn’t take much more than a strong wind to knock those over, causing accidents and disasters.

But the trees in the villages are grown from saplings. Considering how thick the old persimmon tree was, with branches spreading nearly two mu, one could imagine the roots being at least ten to eight meters deep and extending over a two-mu area.

Usually, the age-old trees at the entrance of a village are almost a symbol of the community. For example, if people talk about a particular village and can’t recall its name, they might say it’s the village with a certain kind of tree at the entrance. Upon hearing this, people would immediately understand and say, isn’t that so-and-so village?

Yan Fei, having bumped into the tree, then realized this and so, after just one hit, went back to pick up his luggage, "In-laws, let’s get going!"

The elderly men and women were still in shock, "Yes, yes, let’s go..."

Yanfei’s father and Yanfei’s Mom were silent too, looking at their son with a very complex expression in their eyes and holding Yan Chao as they passed through the crowd.

After walking a few steps, Yan Fei stopped and said to the crowd, who had turned into statues, "Remember what I said, if your master comes here and survives a slap from me without dying, then I’ll believe in his Qigong!"