As a lord, I was forced to farm

Chapter 901 Guards of Qushui Tower

“However, if we take over the business of Duobao Spirit Goods Shop like this, won’t Qushui Tower be too conspicuous…” A trace of worry flashed across Su Changxing’s face. “After all, only Duobao and Wanbao sell flying swords in the entire Mingxiao City. We are just too eye-catching.”

“Da Su is just a prefecture-level territory, and this is Mingxiao City. The emperor is far away, so how could they possibly send troops to attack us?” Su Changying scoffed. “Fourth brother, you’re overthinking it.”

“We’re not afraid of Qushui Tower, after all, it’s just a force that’s been in Mingxiao for four or five years. But the problem is that it’s said that the owner of Qushui Tower has a close relationship with the Qi family, and the Qi family also owns a part of Qushui Tower… Brother, I think we need to prepare as soon as possible and not give up. Judging from today’s momentum, we can earn back our investment by tomorrow. After earning for a few more days, we should take advantage of the excitement of the power competition officially starting and leave Mingxiao City as soon as possible.”

"This……"

The group hesitated for a moment, looking at the spirit crystals on the table with great reluctance.

Given the current situation, if they open a shop in Mingxiao City for two months, they might be able to earn hundreds of millions of spirit crystals. At that time, not only will they be able to buy the Dragon Blood Grass of their seventh brother, but they will also be able to obtain the treasures they desire.

How can 20 million spirit crystals compare to over 100 million spirit crystals? Thinking of this, everyone's hearts couldn't help but burn with excitement. "Fourth brother/fourth brother, aren't you being too worried? We can just wait until the power competition is over and then retreat in time."

Su Changfeng patted Su Changxing on the shoulder, "I know you're feeling uneasy, but there's no need to worry. Do you know why I decorated the shop exactly like Yuchi Spirit Goods Shop?"

Seeing the questioning looks from the group, Su Changfeng smiled and explained, "I was testing the Qi family's attitude. If the Qi family sends someone to investigate, it means they can't tolerate any trouble. If they don't send anyone, it means they don't care about such trivial matters. They don't even care about their own affairs, so why would they care about the business of the Cloud-Swallowing Flying Sword? After all, although the Qi family has a connection with Qushui Tower, as far as I know, the business of the Duobao Spirit Goods Shop has nothing to do with the Qi family."

"Moreover, the current head of the Qi family, as the head of the cultivation academy, is busy with the power competition, so he is even less likely to concern himself with such trivial matters... As for the master of Qushui Tower... Although his cultivation is high, this is Mingxiao City after all, and no one is allowed to do evil or disregard human life here... But just in case, Seventh Brother, you should not go anywhere from now on, and stay by Fifth Sister and Sixth Sister's side to protect them."

Su Changhe: "Hmm."

The group, including Su Changxing, finally felt relieved. Su Changyun said fiercely, "In that case, our Wanbao Spiritual Goods Store will go head-to-head with Duobao Spiritual Goods Store and steal all their business!"

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The vast Dragon Pearl Spring emits a dreamy, mottled glow of fireflies, and the surrounding gurgling water makes the tall Qushui Tower appear even more magnificent and grand.

The area around Hengxiang is bustling with traffic and people. The deep night does not make this place quiet at all; on the contrary, the ambiguous and hazy night and the luxurious lights make this place even more lively and prosperous.

At natural times, what truly captivates travelers is the aroma and flavor of fine wine.

With so many drunkards, there will inevitably be troublemakers.

As soon as Jiang Ran stepped off the carriage, she saw several staggering drunkards recklessly unleashing their spiritual energy and attacking the gate of Qushui Tower indiscriminately. Some innocent passersby were also nearly caught in the crossfire.

"Damn, how can a dignified cultivator drink like this? Just how strong is the new spirit wine from Nanke Tavern?" "Some cultivators deliberately don't let their alcohol fumes dissipate, just to enjoy this drunken feeling. It's just that these people's behavior when drunk is so appalling. They just cause trouble for anyone when they're drunk. What's the difference between them and those lowly mortals?"

A middle-aged man spoke in a disdainful tone, but the drunkards overheard him and immediately became enraged, crowding around him. "Damn it, you poor wretch, how dare you look down on me?" As their anger surged, a surge of spiritual energy, carrying the scent of alcohol, circulated, and several drunkards threw punches at the man who had spoken.

The guards at Qushui Tower reacted quickly and blocked the drunkard's fist.

The middle-aged man who had been swearing was startled when he saw himself being hit. He was pulled to the other side by his companions before he came to his senses, clutching his heart.

My friend lowered his voice and said, "Are you crazy? People who can afford Zhulaohou wine are all rich and powerful. When they go crazy, they don't care where they are. Killing a few people is as easy as crushing an ant. Who told you to talk nonsense!"

The middle-aged man, looking dejected, hid behind his friend and the guards of Qushui Tower, and muttered, "Isn't there a guard here? If they can't protect the customers on their own turf, isn't that their responsibility?"

My friends were speechless. Even so, it's your own life. If you were really beaten to death, who would you hold responsible?
I suddenly felt that the middle-aged man was a bit stupid, and it seemed that I couldn't continue to associate with him.

At this time, it was just before the power competition, and there were many people. The thugs of Qushui Tower were scattered to various places in Qushui Tower.

Among these drunkards were some highly skilled individuals, and since they were guests, and guests of considerable status, it was natural not to cause them any serious harm. As a result, a stalemate ensued.

Just then, dozens of monks suddenly rushed out from the first floor where the carriages for the guests were arranged. They wore simple cloth veils and plain clothes, and did not seem to be there to patronize Qushui Tower.

Standing with the guards of Qushui Tower, the increased number of people created a sense of oppression, and the previously drunken men became more sober.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ran's gaze swept over the people dressed in various tattered clothes, and she turned to ask Liu Wenyan beside her, "Who are these people? Why are they helping our Qushui Tower?"

Liu Wenyan smiled and said, "Your Highness, this is all thanks to your previous kindness. These people are cultivators who are temporarily unable to afford rent in Mingxiao Central City and have to rest at our Qushui Tower caravanserai."

After Jiang Ran agreed to leave the first-floor parking lot for these people to rest in at night, the people of Qushuilou treated them as respectable guests and often provided them with free hot water and drinking water.

Some people remembered the kindness shown to them by Qushuilou. Perhaps they were worried that if Qushuilou were to close down, they would no longer have such a safe and clean environment to stay in temporarily. So when they saw troublemakers at Qushuilou, they would step forward to help the guards drive away those who were causing trouble.

However, they also know that many of the customers at Qushuilou are people they can't afford to offend, so for safety reasons, they wear a face mask to cover their faces when they come to help, in case of retaliation.

Liu Wenyan said with a smile, "Among the low-level rogue cultivators, they even call our Qushui Tower a 'land of peace' and a 'cradle of protection'."