Fights Break Sphere: I am not Xiao Yan

Chapter 39 Public Opinion
"Om..."

Yao Lao only recited the formula once, and a slight response came from the surrounding space.

Reiki!

Xiao Yan slapped his forehead, he almost forgot about this thing.

Although the efficiency of this formula was shockingly low, Yao Lao's soul was strong enough that he swallowed up most of the spiritual energy he summoned, and his soul was replenished much faster than in the original book.

"So you want to do it? If you're afraid it's not safe enough..."

Yao Lao turned his fingers, and the short spears trembled, extended, and split, eventually turning into four or five spears, and Yao Lao's soul body also became slightly transparent.

After lying in the ring for so many years, it's a rare opportunity to release it freely, which aroused my interest a little.

"Let's just forget about it. After all, the situation is still unclear."

Xiao Yan thought for a long time and decided to stay put for the time being.

"Oh?"

"He is afraid of the Gama Empire taking action, and we are worried about this too. Instead of being at the forefront, it is better to have more comrades who can bear the pressure. If the Gama Empire really ends, the Xiao family will just respond to the imperial edict."

A family of great Dou Shi who produces a large number of first- and second-grade medicines, and a fourth-grade alchemist who is also a Dou Ling. Even a fool can see who poses a greater threat.

The Xiao family wants the entire market, and everyone is just taking the opportunity to redistribute the benefits.

If Dou Ling were to take action, he would really want to overthrow all forces.

To put it more seriously, it can be considered as dividing the land.

Keep this old thing for now. At least before the Xiao family's Dou Ling shows up in public and takes out the fourth-grade pill, this tall guy will have to bear the pressure from the Jia Ma Empire first.

"You...what on earth are you thinking about every day?"

Yao Lao was speechless for a moment.

All the ones I met before were standard cultivation geniuses, whose main idea was fighting, killing, and fighting. I have never seen anyone like Xiao Yan.

Just like an old butler, he always calculates every gain and loss.

"Thinking about what I should do." Xiao Yan shrugged.

"for example?"

"Take good care of the Xiao family and provide for my father in his old age. Help the teacher to improve his health and take revenge."

Xiao Yan counted on his fingers, and the four short sentences took five fingers.

Yao Lao's hand trembled as he stroked his beard, and he almost pulled out a few of them: "What kind of hatred is this..."

"So the teacher gave up his body and entered this ring, and then traveled all the way to this place? And he even had a good sleep in the middle?"

Xiao Yan said angrily: "You are my master, not a stranger. Is it wrong to seek revenge?"

"..."

Yao Lao was silent for a moment: "Your strength is not enough, far from enough."

“Then just wait until you’ve had enough time before talking about it. It’s not like I have to start refining a new body right away. Revenge is the same concept, isn’t it?” Xiao Yan spread his hands.

It can only be said that Yao Lao was too pessimistic in the early days. Even after witnessing Xiao Yan's rapid rise in cultivation, he still felt that he was barely comparable to Han Feng.

Although it does make some sense.

Han Feng, that ungrateful bastard, was raised in the foundation-building spirit fluid. In the early stages of his cultivation, he was watched over by Yao Lao, a peak Dou Zun. Who could be better than him...

Let’s first have an eighth-grade peak alchemist to provide for us at all times.

"That being said, you don't seem to be trying to pursue a higher realm." Yao Lao rolled his eyes at him.

For such a long time, he just sat in meditation and practiced.

Alchemist!

Take some pills!

Don't you want to take a look at the top alchemist in front of you? At least take a few three-striped green spirit pills and rush to Douling in three or five times.

"There's no rush. The realm will be raised very quickly."

Xiao Yan waved his hand. There was no need to race against time at realms below Dou Zong. A little bit of resources could bring about a fluctuation of three to five years or even thirty to fifty years.

He is more concerned about...

Xiao Yan patted his chest, and a golden glow projected from his body.

How to choose your own path.

... "Master Patriarch! The Galie and Oba families have gathered together to come to our market to cause trouble."

"Oh?"

Xiao Zhan poured another cup of tea: "I don't know what they are looking for."

"It is said that..." The messenger lowered his head, not daring to look into Xiao Zhan's eyes: "The Third Young Master's fiancée came to his house to break off the engagement..."

"Crack!"

The jade cup that had just been exchanged was blown into powder again.

Xiao Zhan lowered his brows and looked at his hands expressionlessly. The splashing tea was rapidly steaming under the operation of his fighting spirit, and his palms seemed to be burning with white flames.

"Haha... let me, the old man, go over there."

The Great Elder stood up with the help of his cane and followed the messenger out of the hall.

"Whoo~"

Xiao Zhan took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

The Third Elder smiled and pinched the string of beads in his hand, stabilizing his Dou Qi that had just risen to nine stars: "It's almost there~ It won't take a while."

"Yeah." Xiao Zhan nodded and changed to a new teacup.

Fangshi.

A group of people gathered here making a lot of noise, and all they needed was to beat drums and gongs to attract other people's attention.

Xiao Yan, carrying a black ruler, stood in front of the store. The mercenaries who had joined him stood in front of him, forming a human wall.

"Hey~ Look who's trying to be a hero?"

Jia Liebi shouted loudly: "Isn't this the loser who was kicked away by his fiancée? He could even hold back when someone came to cancel the engagement. I didn't expect our Third Young Master to be so patient!"

Nalan Yanran had come to visit in a high-profile manner, and countless pairs of eyes had seen the Yunlan Sect's attire along the way.

Coupled with the two families' propaganda with ulterior motives, it didn't take long for the news of the broken engagement to become known to everyone, and even several neighboring cities were discussing it.

When Jialebi said this, he naturally confirmed the facts in public and kicked the Xiao family in the face.

The crowded market town suddenly became noisy, and many people who had never heard of this matter were asking around.

"No way...the Xiao family is just going to endure this?"

"What a joke! What else? Could it be that we are really going to face off against the behemoth of the Yunlan Sect..."

"Tsk tsk... this young master is pitiful..."

Messy fragments of sentences were mixed together, wave after wave, washing back and forth among the crowd, and the cause, process and result of the incident were all turned upside down.

Who would believe that the two companies did not place people among the crowd to spread information?
If you think about it a little, you will know that they specifically choose the time and place to guide public opinion.

"Galebi! You..."

The captain of the guard suddenly tightened his grip on the weapon and was about to lead his men to rush forward and chop the old man down.

Even if we put aside the Xiao family's care over the past few years, he is still employed by them, so it is impossible for him to remain indifferent.

"stop."

A hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

The captain of the guard subconsciously struggled a few times, but found that he couldn't break free at all: "Third Young Master?!"

"Get out of the way." Xiao Yan waved his hand.

Judging from the old guy's attitude, there will be no peace today.

Even if he was unwilling to take action, he couldn't just watch Galbi play with the Xiao family's reputation like a bastard.

That's public opinion.

If bystanders think you are strong, then you are truly strong. On the contrary, if you look like a punching bag, everyone will try to kick you.

　I brought you some abstract things

　　. . . .

　　? No, Gomen?

　　Yes, Gomen!
　　℉……uh…

　　℃?! I copied?!
　　…? Eh…?
　　? Me?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)