Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 117 - 15 A Harmless Misunderstanding [New Book Requesting for Monthly Tickets!]_1

Chapter 117: Chapter 15 A Harmless Misunderstanding [New Book Requesting for Monthly Tickets!]_1

Here are two sides to the story.

In the alley, of the three youngsters from the Wind Fire Guild, only a short and skinny teenager remained. He looked at his first and second brothers lying on the ground, and couldn’t help but entertain the thought of abandoning them and fleeing.

However, after struggling in Taotie City, he finally found brothers who would accept him. If he deserted them now, he would be left alone again. After pondering for a while, he quickly dismissed the idea.

He took his first and second brothers to the doctor. They were checked and then moved to the rooms inside the clinic. This was the largest clinic in the south of the city; it had many patients. There were more than ten rooms, each containing seven or eight beds.

The tall and chubby boys had sustained physical injuries. For cultivators, such injuries could be addressed quickly with some bandages and medication and would heal naturally over time.

When the two woke up, the tall young man complained to short and skinny one, "Third Brother, you knew our situation. We came to the clinic for minor injuries. Now, how long will it take for us to pay for the medicine?"

"First Brother, your injury is not severe, but Second Brother is almost dying..." the short and skinny teenager replied timidly.

"Nonsense!" The chubby young man on the side bellowed, "My body trained through strict muscles training fears no minor injury! Even if I am stabbed again, I won’t be affected!" As a martial artist with abundant energy and blood, he would recover rapidly after the wound was dressed. Now he had indeed regained some spirit.

The fact that the skinny teenager took them to the clinic earned him a reprimand. He was left hanging his head in silence.

"Alright, alright." Seeing his reaction, the tall man stopped his complaints and patting the shoulders of his two brothers, proclaimed:

"Now, we brothers are in dire straits, even worrying about the cost of medicine. I swear, I will get us out of here. No matter how badly we are beaten in the future, we won’t worry about the medical costs!"

"First Brother, I believe in you!" The chubby teenager was fired up after hearing this.

Meanwhile, the skinny teenager hesitated and then said, "First Brother, if we really make it someday, can we stop getting beaten up?"

"..." The tall young man was rendered speechless by this question. He fell silent for a while before finally yelling, "You talk too much! Go get the medicine!"

The skinny teenager gloomily left to fetch the medicine.

But he soon ran back, shouting, "First Brother, Second Brother! I saw that guy who beat us again!"

"Hmm?"

The tall and chubby boys were shaken, both of them got up. They peeped out guided by the skinny one’s instructions.

There they saw the same fancy-dressed youth who had just effortlessly defeated the three of them. He had brought another man in white clothes with him to be treated for injuries and were undergoing examination in the front hall by a doctor.

"What should we do last?" The tall young man quickly retreated, "We are no match for him, we should forget about revenge and run, okay?"

"First Brother, I have an idea." The chubby one suddenly said. His small eyes shone with a hint of wisdom.

...

After the fancy-dressed young man and the man in white were led to another room, the three of them stealthily emerged.

Then they waited in the main hall for a while, where they saw a mustached man buying medicine. Although he was also a cultivator in the Third Realm, he seemed quite imposing.

"He looks like a tough guy, let’s go for him." The tall young man gave the short and skinny one a push.

The short and skinny one shrank a little but still plucked up the courage to approach. He pretended to walk while looking down and bumped into the mustached man.

"Hm?" The mustached man raised an eyebrow.

He indeed had a hot temper.

"I’m sorry! I’m sorry!" The short and skinny teenager quickly apologized and then dashed into the room inside.

"Hmph." The mustached man snorted angrily and ignored him. He walked towards the door but was suddenly stopped.

"Hey, big brother, did you lose some medicinal materials?" The chubby young man said quietly.

"Hm?" The mustached man was surprised. He checked his magical storage tool with his divine sense, and indeed found one spiritual medicine missing. He immediately asked: "What’s going on?"

"Just now, I saw someone sneakily putting your medicine into his tray while you were not paying attention. It’s him right over there. He’s about to take it away!" The chubby boy pointed with his hand.

The mustached man turned around and saw a fancy-dressed youth with a tray, just returning from the counter after fetching the medicine. Indeed, his spiritual medicine was among the items on the tray.

"Alright then, which thief dares to rob me?" The mustached man immediately got furious and chased after the youth.

Behind him, the three boys huddled together, peeping from a corner. They saw the mustached man arguing with Chu Liang.

The tall young man laughed, "Second brother, it’s always you. You truly are the wise one in our Wind Fire Guild."

"Of course..." The chubby boy was about to finish his sentence but suddenly stopped.

Because he saw Chu Liang raise his hand, releasing that green crescent moon light again, the sharp knife light flashed and disappeared. For some unknown reason, an ominous premonition shrouded his heart.

"Big brother, third brother, is there a knife stuck in my back?" He asked calmly.

The tall young man and the short thin one shared a glance before nodding in silence.

"Ah—" The short fat man screamed, not hesitating to fall back onto the ground yet again, making a dull thump.

"Not good, don’t lure that man over here." Seeing this, the tall young man, scared of being discovered by Chu Liang, gritted his teeth and said, "Let’s get out of here quickly!"

After saying this, he pulled out the Flying Leaf Sharp Knife from the short fat man and threw it aside on the ground, fearing that Chu Liang would seek revenge by tracking the magic artifact.

The short fat man, stripped of his knife, had a huge cross-shaped cut on his back, spurting out fresh blood.

Thud.

...

Meanwhile, the burly man with the curly beard, paused his actions upon seeing Chu Liang put up the Sword-body protection, halting his attack.

"Disciple of the Shu Mountain Sect?" He asked.

"Correct." Chu Liang responded.

"I am a disciple of Muwei Gate..." The burly man quickly put away his divine skills while asking, "Why did a disciple of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect steal my spiritual medicine?"

"What do you mean?" Chu Liang was puzzled.

He had heard of Muwei Gate before. It was a small sect that broke away when the Starry Sky Sect disbanded. It didn’t have a strong presence.

The burly man stepped forward, pointing at the golden spiritual medicine in Chu Liang’s tray, "This is clearly the spiritual medicine I just bought, why do I see it in your tray?"

Only then did Chu Liang notice that the medicine in the bowl was indeed not mentioned by the doctor. The fee he paid should not have been enough to fetch this spiritually rich medicine.

He shook his head nonchalantly, "I don’t know, perhaps there was a mix-up by the clinic. If it’s yours, take it back and we can avoid unnecessary confrontations."

The burly man looked at him and nodded, "It should be like this, I was impulsive. I’m sorry for causing trouble. I was in a hurry to reclaim the spiritual medicine."

"No harm done."

"Good."

With that, he took back the spiritual medicine and turned to leave.

Watching his retreating figure, Chu Liang thought that the man was impulsive, but still reasonable... he immediately stopped attacking when he found out Chu Liang was from the Shu Mountain Sect.

He then looked toward where the Flying Leaf Sharp Knife had fallen, and saw nothing left but a bloodied artifact and blood on the ground. There was no sign of the injured person.

Having heard the scream just now, he was worried that someone might have been accidentally hurt by the Flying Leaf Sharp Knife. Considering the situation, it was indeed the case. But why would the person leave the scene? Wasn’t he going to seek compensation?

This...

Surely a good person.

Back in the inner hall, he finally got the medicinal herbs boiled.

Wenren Mo, lying there, asked, "There was quite a commotion outside earlier, what happened?"

"Just some harmless misunderstandings." Chu Liang shook his head, adding, "Brother Wenren, I’m leaving the medicine here for you. I need to leave now, I still have some things to attend to."

"Alright, Brother Chu, your willingness to help this far has been greatly appreciated." Wenren Mo sincerely replied, "A chance meeting is predestined. From now on, I suppose we can consider each other friends."

"That’s very good." Chu Liang replied with a small smile.

After saying goodbye to Brother Wenren, he left the clinic only to find that it was already late outside. He had spent the entire day in Taotie City and still hadn’t reached the First Class Scabbard.

However, he planned to visit later and first exchanged some Vermilion Bird Coins, then went to the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall to purchase the Human-faced Mandrill. The Zhou Tian Puppet was important, and he didn’t want to delay it.

He had previously spent seven hundred on the Concealment Gauze, and now he needed eight hundred more, for a total of fifteen hundred. If it wasn’t for Wenren Mo lending him an Azure Dragon Coin earlier, he wouldn’t have had enough money.

After exchanging more Vermilion Bird Coins at the city gates, he finally returned to the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall. It was completely dark by now. Despite this, there was no curfew in Taotie City, and the nightlife was even more bustling.

The lights from thousands of households lit up, from a bird’s eye view, it looked like the Milky Way.

When he reached the entrance of the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall and was about to knock on the door, he suddenly sensed an unusual aura.

"Roar—"