This is a cultivation game, but its operation is terrible.

Grandma Zhao panicked. They were in the right, but after those two kicks, they couldn't hold any ground.

Jiang Liu: "......"

As soon as he entered the door, he saw two fierce-looking men spitting at two elderly people living alone. He was furious and, in a fit of rage, kicked them without saying a word.

Now that he's calmed down, he realizes he acted impulsively.

A kick from someone at the eighth level of Qi Refining would surely kill them instantly.

Oh no, it's Qi Refining Level 4. Qi Refining Level 8 hasn't been synchronized to reality yet.

Even the fourth level of Qi Refining... won't work!

He has a bright future ahead of him and doesn't want to go to jail!

Jiang Liu hurriedly turned around and squatted next to the two strong men. His face turned pale after taking a look.

Why did she faint?

Why is there blood coming from the corner of his mouth and nostrils?

"Wake up, wake up, don't try to scam me!"

Jiang Liu patted their faces, but when they didn't respond, he felt a chill and slapped them twice more.

"Wake up, bro!"

"Say something, please don't die!"

Jiang Liu slapped them several times in a row, and the two burly men finally responded, opening their eyes with groans and confusion, as if they hadn't remembered what had happened.

What about those two old geezers?

I remember some little brat kicked me?

And then I flew away?

It hurts so much, it hurts so much, it feels like all the bones in my body are broken...

The two men, their faces contorted in pain, instantly changed color when they saw Jiang Liu. Lying on the ground, they shrank back and leaned against the wall, screaming in terror, "Don't come any closer!"

He kicked them both half to pieces with one kick. Where did this ruthless person come from?

"It's good that you're not dead... It's good that you're not dead..."

Jiang Liu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the two people come back to life. He was terrified and secretly rejoiced that his cultivation hadn't been synchronized with reality yet, otherwise he would have been doomed.

Seeing that the two were alright, Jiang Liu was no longer afraid to call the police. He glared at them and said coldly, "So it was you two who threw paint on my door?!"

"You little brat, do you even know who I am...?"

One of the burly men moved his body and felt as if his hip joint was shattered. He immediately lost his temper and started cursing.

Before he could finish speaking, a fiery red longsword was placed against his neck, its intense heat scorching his skin, and his anger instantly subsided.

"Ok?"

Jiang Liu held the Chaoyang Sword, his face darkening.

"Ah, it wasn't the two of us! It wasn't the two of us!"

With a magic sword held to his neck, the man's face turned pale instantly. He forced a smile and replied, "It was a thug who splashed it. My boss ran into him and gave him a righteous scolding. The thug was in tears, full of remorse, and has already turned himself in."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The other person nodded and added, "My boss couldn't bear to see an elderly person living alone cleaning the door by themselves, so he specially sent us to give some money to hire a door cleaner."

"That's right, that's right, it's all a misunderstanding."

They both fell to the ground, their backs against the wall. Looking at the magic sword radiating a scorching aura, they swallowed hard, their faces plastered with fawning smiles. All their previous arrogance was gone; they couldn't even get up, so what was there to be arrogant about?

Magic sword...

Is this a magic sword?

With a single kick, he could cripple two Qi Refining Stage 1 cultivators, and he even had a magical artifact in his hand. Who would have thought that a little white dragon was hiding in this small residential building?

They're just doing their jobs for a salary; why risk their lives for a few spirit stones a month?

If this young man gets carried away and kills them both, they'll have nowhere to turn for help.

If you can't afford to mess with them, just admit defeat first.

"Your boss?"

Jiang Liu frowned and asked, "Who is it?"

"Boss Wang of Huihuang Bathhouse."

The burly man replied.

Brilliant Bathhouse... Why does that sound so familiar?

"Is it going to be renamed the Joyful Union Sect?"

Jiang Liu asked.

"It couldn't be changed; the Hehuan Sect's name had already been registered with the copyright bureau."

The burly man said in a low voice, "Give me some face. We've become friends through this fight. I'll treat you to a full-service massage later, little brother."

They even splashed paint on my house, and you still want to give me face?

I knew it! Where would a bathhouse owner get so many spirit stones to level up? Turns out he's doing this kind of low-class stuff.

They went door-to-door buying spirit stones, and if they refused to sell, they would splash paint on the stones. After that, they would make their underlings turn themselves in. It was disgusting.

What era are we living in that people are still doing this? Aren't they afraid of trending on social media?

He felt inferior if he got too close to this kind of person.

Jiang Liu stood up, raised his sword and pointed it at the door, saying expressionlessly, "Tell your boss that I have a name on my name with the principal of No. 3 Middle School, and that I am good friends with Li Dongze of Dize Group."

Although he wasn't afraid of these petty thugs, he had an elderly relative at home, so by invoking the principal and Li Dongze's connections, he could at least avoid some trouble.

He's currently preparing to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage and doesn't have time to waste on such trivial matters.

"Yes Yes Yes."

Ignoring their pain, the two scrambled out of the room, not even daring to pick up the money that had fallen to the ground.

"This is a mess, this is a mess."

As Jiang bent down to pick up the money, he muttered to himself.

"Xiao Liu, will they retaliate against you later?"

Grandma Zhao looked worried: "Maybe I should just sell the stone to them, since I don't need it anyway."

Sell ​​it to them for 5 spirit stones a day?

What should I use?

"That won't do."

Jiang Liu shook his head and smiled at Grandma Zhao: "It's alright, I'll talk to our principal later, and he won't stand idly by."

"That's good."

Grandma Zhao felt relieved when she heard that the principal would take charge. Looking at the long sword in Jiang Liu's hand, she asked curiously, "Is this the sword used by immortals? Which is more powerful, it or Sun Wukong's golden cudgel?"

In the eyes of elderly people of their age, the only deity they know is Sun Wukong.

"It can't compare to the Golden Cudgel."

Jiang Liu was both amused and exasperated, and said, "Grandma Zhao, give me your spirit stones, and I'll make you an immortal too."

"I'm so old, why would I want to be a god?"

Grandma Zhao waved her hands repeatedly: "I watched you grow up too. If you want that stone, just take it and use it. Why are you being so polite with me?"

Jiang Liu: "......."

How could he do that? He couldn't possibly cheat a seventy-year-old woman out of her spirit stones; if word got out, it would be a black mark on his past.

"Being a deity can restore your youth."

"Hmm? Tell Grandma about it properly?"

Chapter 22 Top-Grade Golden Spiritual Root

Jiang Liu and Grandma Zhao reached a friendly agreement.

Grandma Zhao gave him the spirit stones she collected every day for signing in, and he helped her return to her eighteen-year-old self, so that they both had a perfect future.

While they were having a lively conversation, Grandma Zhao even went home and took out a black and white photo of herself when she was in her early twenties. She was so pretty!

Grandma Zhao left with 20 Qi Refining Pills. If those 20 Qi Refining Pills were sold, they would be worth at least several dozen spirit stones, but Jiang Liu didn't care. There weren't many people in this world who cared about him, and he didn't want Grandma Zhao to suddenly fall ill and die one day.

"Grandpa, take these medicines, and then no one will be able to bully you."

Jiang Liu traded another 50 Qi-training pills to Jiang Ye. These pills were enough for Jiang Ye to reach the second level of Qi-training. With his advanced fists and limited kicks, ordinary thugs really couldn't beat him.

"You should use it yourself."

Grandpa Jiang didn't want it: "I'm an old man, if anyone bullies me, I'll just lie on the ground. Just don't let yourself get bullied."

"I'd rather see you beat someone else to the ground."

Jiang Liu had to persuade him quite a bit before he finally got Master Jiang to accept the Qi Refining Pill, and in the process, he also traded over a rubbing of the Three Revolutions Profound Technique.

This old man has nothing to do all day, just wandering around visiting people. He'd be better off staying home and cultivating himself.

"Alright, I'm going back to school for training. Don't forget to mail me the sign-in spirit stones every day."

After finishing his family business, Jiang Liu was about to return to school when he suddenly stopped and turned back to ask, "Are you and Grandma Zhao alright?"

"You bastard!"

Grandpa Jiang grabbed a slipper and threw it at him, angrily saying, "Your grandma has been dead for over ten years, when have you ever seen me flirting with other old ladies!"

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I'll beat you to death!"

The love stories of the older generation... tsk tsk tsk.

The river flowed away in a flash and disappeared without a trace.