It's night, and Huoyuan Villa is brightly lit.
"Seven years ago, Huoyuan Villa traded 730 sake flowers in Lingxifang City. Six years ago, the number of transactions reached 900. Until last year, this number increased by another hundred."
"Sake flowers that can be used to stimulate water-attribute mana can not only be used to refine cultivation elixirs, but can also be brewed into wine to enhance the strength of water-attribute monks in battle. This thing is always a hot commodity among casual cultivators. "
"Five acres of spiritual land, with up to six hundred sake flowers. It seems that Huoyuan Villa has been really prosperous in recent years. Is this why the owner dares to risk his life to offend the Zhang family?"
Zhang Qing sat on the only chair in the empty square and looked at the accounts of Huoyuan Villa. In front of him, hundreds of people were divided into two parts and stood in fear.
Throwing down the things in his hands, Zhang Qing looked at the two groups of people in front of him, "The fact that Huoyuan Villa can open up a new spiritual field has nothing to do with me. Since it is the result of your efforts, there is no need for the Zhang family to hold it. In hand.”
"Old owner, you are right. You have spent a lot of money on sake for the family over the years, even in the years when the output was extremely low."
"So I won't pursue anything else, but you, Huoyuan Villa, have to give me a result on this matter."
Old Man Huoyuan and Fan Lin beside him gritted their teeth and looked at Zhang Qing, "What do you want?"
Zhang Qing smiled and stretched out a finger to shake, "Master, you said it wrong. It's not what I want, but what you want?"
"You can't give me what I want."
Old Man Huoyuan stared at Zhang Qing. At this moment, he only felt that Zhang Qing's gentle smile was like a bloodthirsty demon, "What do you mean?"
"It's not interesting." Zhang Qing pointed to the old man of Huoyuan and the dozens of young direct descendants of Huoyuan Villa behind him, "I just want to ask, old man, do you want these people to live, or..."
His fingers moved slowly, attracting hundreds of pairs of frightened eyes, and finally landed on another group of people. There were wealthy women and children, as well as confused and frightened teenagers and children, including several who had just practiced. Descendants of the Fan family.
"...want these people to live?"
Zhang Qing looked at the old man Huoyuan and sent back his words intact, "You chose the wrong position on this matter, so I would like to ask the old village owner, what do you want?"
"How about you do it yourself?"
Old Man Huoyuan trembled all over, and pointed at Zhang Qing with trembling fingers, "You, you...!"
The violent ups and downs of his mood made the originally energetic old man suddenly look older by dozens of years. The injuries in his body were affected and he couldn't help but vomit blood.
Fan Lin's expression was ferocious, "I pushed forward this matter single-handedly, and it has nothing to do with anyone else. If you want to kill me, just kill me!"
"The old owner is old and doesn't want to cause trouble, so your reason for this matter is huge and anyone can guess it." Zhang Qing looked at the next owner of Huoyuan Villa with a calm expression.
"It's just that you think too highly of yourself. You're not qualified to shoulder the responsibility alone."
After saying that, Zhang Qing just sat there without any urging, "I've been waiting for half a day for all of you to gather here, and I don't recommend waiting another night. Anyway, as a monk, it doesn't matter if you lose a day's sleep."
In front, both groups of people were in deep fear and entanglement, but behind Zhang Qing, Zhang Mingxian helplessly followed a woman to this side.
"Auntie." Zhang Qing stood up and saluted the woman.
Before the Lingyue Chamber of Commerce appeared, the relationship between Huoyuan Villa and the Zhang family was still good. The ordinary descendant of the Zhang family who married here is the best example, and he is still directly related to the surname Zhang.
Because of the various differences between mortals and practitioners, the woman in front of him who was only in her forties was already Zhang Qing's grandmother. The gap in seniority made Zhang Qing have no choice but to stand up.
The woman looked at Zhang Qing, "I know I shouldn't disturb your judgment on this matter, but I have been here for so many years, and it is inevitable to be soft-hearted. Can't I really be more forgiving?"
Zhang Qing remained silent, and after a long time he said: "This matter is related to the future resource allocation of the family, I'm afraid it won't work."
"But if you let them kill each other, those who survive will hate you to the core. Moreover, with my identity here, how should I face those who survive in the future?"
"Hate is due to fear. This will prevent this incident from happening again. As for my aunt, your husband will become the new owner of Huoyuan Villa."
"As long as the family is here, you will live well. As long as those who survive are not fools, you will only see the smiles on their faces."
"Zhang Qing will handle this matter well, for the sake of the family."
After hearing this, the woman also sighed and retreated, knowing that she could no longer persuade Zhang Qing.
On the other side, the old man from Huoyuan looked at Zhang Qing again, with sad and angry eyes but did not dare to speak.
"It seems that the old owner has made a choice?"
Old Man Huoyuan took a deep breath. The rise and fall of his chest proved that the old man was extremely uneasy inside. "Lin'er..."
The desperate call made Fan Lin grit his teeth. His hands kept shaking, and the suppressed fear in his heart seemed to be about to explode.
"There are still your children in there." Old Man Huoyuan shook his head solemnly, causing Fan Lin's body to tremble and he looked at the other group of people.
After a long time, he shouted bitterly but majestically: "Sister Ling!"
Among the other group of family members, a beautiful woman cried and reached out to cover the eyes of the two children in front of her. At this moment, Fan Lin moved.
The power of the late stage of Qi training was violent and enveloped the clansmen behind him. Among them were the Qi training monks, but they did not resist after trembling, while other mortals had no ability to resist.
After a while, only Fan Lin and the old man Huo Yuan were left in the room, with corpses lying in a pool of blood behind them.
"Let's take care of it. Choose a good day to have a glorious funeral. The Lingyue Chamber of Commerce is not far away. You can invite their people over."
After the last two people died, Zhang Qing clapped his hands and walked away, leaving a cry behind him.
Returning to the small courtyard where he stayed, Zhang Qing felt a few pairs of inexplicable eyes.
Ji Yue and Lou Shaoen looked at him with something more in their eyes, while Zhang Mingxian smiled helplessly and shook his head.
"Compared with what I imagined, you are much more courageous, and your methods are a hundred times better than mine."
Zhang Qing didn't kill anyone from Huoyuan Villa, but the result couldn't be better. I'm afraid Zhong Jinlian from Lingyue Chamber of Commerce is standing here now, and the remaining people in those Villas don't dare to take refuge rashly.
"My methods are not clever. Compared to my brothers, I already have many more invisible enemies." Zhang Qing smiled. He has never been kind to his enemies, but his handling of this matter was still lacking. .
According to the clan brother's idea, it would be best to execute all the practitioners and leave a small number of mortals to take care of Huoyuan Villa.
Zhang Qing didn't do this, and it was true that he couldn't do it, but more importantly, he couldn't bear to supply the family's resources here.
Although the value is only one or two thousand, it doesn't matter in Zhang Mingxian's opinion, but in everything, a little adds up to a big thing, right?
Haven't you seen those casual cultivators fighting to the death for a few hundred spirit stones?
