novelraw Chapter 733 Mou, could it be a low-key show-off?
Chapter 733 Mou, could it be a low-key show-off?
"But it’s not just a bit of family prestige they have; what they’re backed by is the wealthy family of the Capital," said Fang Xuemao with a wry smile. He had no idea where this young lord came from, which county he tumbled out of. His sense of justice was indeed explosive, but it was a pity he was naive and didn’t know just how deep the waters of the Capital were."Old Fang Family Patriarch, I haven’t had a chance to introduce him. This is Mu Hanyan, Young Master Mu, descendant of the Mu Family in Heishi City, with the Zong Family as the Mu Family in the capital, and his grandfather is the Patriarch of the Zong Family," said Qu Shanling with a chuckle.
"What, the Mu Family of the Capital!" Fang Xuemao was greatly shocked.
"Master Qu, there’s no need to speak of these things," Mu Hanyan said humbly. Zirong and others felt their teeth sour; when it really came to competing in family background, not many could compete with Mu Hanyan. And they also vaguely felt that the so-called banishment of Mu Hanyan’s family to Heishi City, there must be more to the story. Mu Hanyan’s grandfather was not someone who did not care for Mu Hanyan, but on the contrary, he must value him greatly.
Fang Xuemao had a sudden realization; no wonder he beat up the Rong Family’s men without hesitation and showed no mercy. It turned out he was a descendant of the Mu Family in the Capital, and moreover, a direct grandson of the Family Head of the Zong Family of the Mu clan. What was the Rong Family compared to him?
But... who said that earlier? Who said they hated most the kind of person who, with just a bit of family prestige, is arrogant and doesn’t take even the God himself seriously, and that just because you have a bit of family prestige, it doesn’t make you so great? Who was it that said that?
Looking at Mu Hanyan’s humble face, Fang Xuemao was at a loss for words. Could this be the so-called low-key boasting?
Mu Hanyan didn’t pay attention to Fang Xuemao, who was stunned and speechless, and went to the young boy, helping him up.
"Are you alright? Is the wound serious?" Mu Hanyan asked as he handed over a bottle of healing pills.
"I’m fine, thank you for saving my life; I will be sure to repay you handsomely in the future," said the boy, who didn’t put on airs. He took out the wound medicine and swallowed several pills, then solemnly thanked Mu Hanyan with a bow.
Seeing his grown-up appearance, Mu Hanyan couldn’t help wanting to laugh, but he was afraid of hurting his self-esteem and held back.
"Just laugh if you want to, careful not to hold it in and get an internal injury," said the boy, probably used to weird looks from others, sighing with an air of maturity beyond his years.
"Ha ha ha ha." Mu Hanyan and the others couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He was too adorable; Mu Hanyan really wanted to reach out and pinch the boy’s rosy cheeks, but fearing misunderstanding, he refrained.
"Young Master Mu, Master Qu, please come into the village to rest for a moment. It’s a little simple, I’m afraid we’re troubling you," said Fang Xuemao apologetically.
"Then we’ll impose," said Mu Hanyan, mindful of the vortex of Heaven and Earth Power, and made no refusal, leading the way into the village.
Although the village had been deserted for a thousand years, under the care of the Fang Family, it was clean and tidy, with a revived sense of life.
Apart from the Fang clan members, the village had also gathered dozens of swordsmen from afar. Seeing the Fang family’s troubles pass, they each took out strange flowers and herbs or Meteorite Gold Ore they found in the Longyan Mountains for on-the-spot trading, taking what they needed.
Mu Hanyan took a closer look and noticed that the quality of these Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures they had found was quite impressive, even better than those that appeared in the Nanyan Commerce marketplace.
And just as Mu Hanyan’s party was walking further into the village, another dozen or so haggard swordsmen entered the village one after another. Seeing the smiles on their faces and the packs on their backs, it was clear they had reaped considerable rewards. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ????????????????????·????????????????·????????????
"This square’s business is not too shabby," Mu Hanyan had stayed at Nanyan Commerce for a while and had some insights. He knew that although the business of the Fangjia Square couldn’t compare with that of Nanyan Commerce, it was a steady flow of income that could ensure the Fang family was free from the worries of food and clothing. More importantly, the quality of the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures in the square was not bad. With time and growing reputation, business was bound to thrive.
"To be honest, about two thousand li further ahead is the Longyan Mountain Range, which is also the natural border between our Anyun Country and Shangyue Country. This stretch of mountains has cliffs that are steep and perilously high, making it extremely difficult to traverse. The trading route outside the village is also a plank road connecting the two countries. Since the great battle a thousand years ago, the trading route was closed, and the plank road was destroyed, making it even more sparsely populated.
However, more than ten years ago, someone discovered a shortcut into the Longyan Mountains. It’s said that along this shortcut into the mountains, there is an uncountable amount of strange flowers and Meteorite Gold Ore, and the quality is impressively high. That’s why there has been an increase in people coming here to train and search for treasures.
"Before our Fang family came here, they would all return to the Capital for trading. Since we have built this square, many people can’t bear the back and forth traveling, and they trade here instead. We would also take some extra money to buy Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures that they can’t use and then resell them to the Capital. If not for this, how could our Fang family have sustained until now?" Fang Xuemao didn’t hide anything and spoke candidly.
"Elder Fang has a good eye. With this square, the Fang family will sooner or later have a day of turning their fortunes around," Master Qu praised.
"I’m afraid it’s difficult, how could the Rong Family possibly give us a chance to turn things around? Sooner or later, they will come looking for trouble again," Fang Xuemao said with a bitter smile.
Mu Hanyan didn’t speak although she felt sympathy for the Rong Family’s plight, and if she couldn’t watch any longer, she would lend a hand to help. But she was not a Great Sage with the mission to save the world; being this kind was already beyond her duty. She couldn’t possibly stay here all the time to protect the Fang family and wait to stand up for them.
"Elder Fang doesn’t have to be too pessimistic. Among the Fang family’s descendants, there is this peerless talent. There will always be a day to rise again," Master Qu also knew he didn’t have the ability to make decisions for the Fang family, nor could he demand Mu Hanyan to manage such matters, so he comforted by looking at the young boy.
"You mean Little Linzi?" Fang Xuemao looked at the young boy and shook his head. "I do wish he would be the future of our Fang family but sadly he’s not. I picked him up.
"Picked him up?" Master Qu said in surprise.
"Mm, it has been a bit more than a year. I saw him wandering outside the village by himself, looking like he had a serious illness, so hot to the touch that it seemed like he was burning. I asked him who he was, where his home was, but he couldn’t speak clearly. Such a small child, wandering alone, with a serious illness in this deserted place, he would eventually be doomed. Feeling pity, I decided to keep him.
"At that time, I didn’t realize he had anything unusual about him. After his illness got better, I then discovered that his strength was growing day by day. Later on, even swordsmen of Sixth and Seventh Rank couldn’t compare with him in strength alone. I tried to pass on some Cultivation Techniques to him. No one expected that it took him less than three months to reach the cultivation of a Fifth Rank Swordsman.
"Thankfully, after that, his strength didn’t change much, and the speed of his cultivation slowed down. Otherwise, I would have been scared to death by him," Fang Xuemao said.
"Have you not tried to help him find his family?" Mu Hanyan was astonished, interjecting with a question. A child around seven or eight years old, who just started cultivating for three months, had reached the cultivation of a Fifth Rank Swordsman. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, Mu Hanyan would think she was listening to a myth.