Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

"Hahaha!"

"Make way, all of you make way!!"

"Don't block my way!!"

On the main street of the city gate, a boastful voice rang out, accompanied by the neighing of horses' hooves.

"Get out of my way! Or I'll have my dad kill you all!!"

The voice continued to clamor.

Pedestrians gasped in surprise and scrambled to the sides to avoid being hit and trampled to death.

However, it's easy to give way to individual pedestrians, but not to people like Zhao's father who are carrying large quantities of goods.

The mule cart collided with the galloping horses, and even the rider was seriously injured!

Roar! !

Jingming, who was sitting on the mule cart, opened his eyes.

Tiger's Might!!

"Neigh!!"

The horse was startled and abruptly stopped its galloping.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 30 If you don't eat beef, I'll send you to see Niu Niu.

Boom! !

The horse couldn't stop in time and crashed to the ground, sliding all the way to the front of the mule cart.

"Master!!"

"Young Master!!"

Upon seeing this, the lackeys following behind quickly gathered around.

If someone with a slightly weaker constitution were to fall like that, they would be going to meet the King of Hell!

"my leg!!"

"Don't move, my leg is broken!!"

As the crowd pulled, the man whose body was half-pressed down by the horse had his face contorted and screamed.

"Quickly, quickly move this damn horse away!!"

Upon hearing his young master's words, the man immediately shouted.

But a horse that isn't dead will struggle.

As the horse struggled, the young master who was pinned down fainted from the pain.

"Fire! Fire! Shoot that horse!"

Seeing his young master's deathly pale face, the man's face also turned deathly pale.

Today I'm afraid I'll have to confess my sins!

boom! !

With the sound of a gunshot, the surrounding buzzing discussion fell silent.

"Father, do you know whose young master this is?"

Jingming sat on the mule cart, looked up at Zhao's father, and said.

"I don't know him, I've never seen him before."

"It's probably that newly promoted officer's son again."

Father Zhao frowned and said in a low voice.

Is chaos beginning to break out under the warlord's rule?

"Should we help?"

Jingming nodded, then asked.

"It's just a small favor, there's no problem in helping out."

Zhao's father nodded, then jumped off the mule cart and beckoned a few people to walk toward the horses.

Jingming, however, simply sat on the mule cart, looking down at the other person's face, which was contorted with pain.

The mule pulling the cart spat out its saliva at just the right moment.

I glanced around and noticed that most of the people looked relieved.

Judging from his appearance, he is usually an arrogant and domineering person.

"It's best if you're not someone who doesn't eat beef, otherwise, I'll have to send you to meet your 'cow' (a euphemism for a male prostitute)."

Jingming narrowed his eyes, then jumped off the mule cart.

"Father, what's wrong with this older brother?"

"That was a really loud firecracker!"

Jingming's little face was tense as she ran over and grabbed Zhao's father's clothes, calling out.

"Zhu'er, be good, don't cry."

Father Zhao cooperated and patted Jingming's head.

“My friend, your son probably has quite a few fractures.”

"Let's get him to the clinic as soon as possible."

Then Zhao's father looked at the man who shouted to shoot the horse dead and said...

"I know this!"

Upon hearing Zhao's father's words, the man glared at him fiercely and then shouted.

If it weren't for these people's convoy, would my young master have been injured?!

"Someone, go and dismantle a sturdy door panel, and carry the young master to the clinic!"

While the person was still unconscious, the man quickly called out.

Then a large group of people came and left in a large group.

"Father, will everything be alright?"

Looking at the man's expression as he left, a hint of worry flashed in Jingming's eyes.

"Hehe, your father has been doing business with your grandfather since he was young. I've seen all kinds of storms. Why would I be afraid of this?"

"He's just a spoiled brat; the governor can probably keep him in check."

Father Zhao shook his head dismissively, then led Jingming back to the mule cart.

Jingming simply nodded in response.

Drip, drip, drip!

The convoy restarted and quickly left before the city guards arrived.

Along the way, Jingming no longer entered a meditative state, his eyes taking in the sights and sounds of Fuzhou.

Along the way, most of the people looked pale and sickly.

"Is that an opium den?"

As Jingming ventured deeper into Fuzhou, he discovered the unique characteristics of this era.

Zhao's father, standing to the side, simply turned Jingming's head back to its normal position.

"That's why I've always wanted to send you abroad to study."

"Strengthening the people and strengthening the nation."

Zhao's father seemed to be able to sense the fluctuation in Jingming's emotions, and said calmly.

It is now the Xuantong era. Although there was a previous campaign by Lin Zexu to eradicate opium, opium still persists despite repeated bans.

Fujian, due to its proximity to the coast, served as one of the gateways to the west.

"Unfortunately, I can only make decisions for myself, but I can't make decisions for others."

Then Zhao's father shook his head again.

"Dad, you're already amazing."

"Our teacher taught us that when you are poor, you should cultivate your own virtue; when you are successful, you should help others."

"Father, although you haven't reached the point of saving the world, you have still provided for quite a few people."

Jingming looked up at Zhao's father and said with a smile.

"Haha, you know that's good."