madnovel Chapter 132 How Should We Manage This?
Chapter 132 How Should We Manage This?
The old man said apologetically, "It's nothing, it's nothing, I just lost my balance."
"Giddy up!" At this moment, several four-legged beasts with crocodile heads carried several young men and women dressed in brocade robes, speeding across the street that had just been cleared.
Wang Yan frowned, already displeased, and his tone became somewhat accusatory: "So fast? What if someone gets hurt?"
Should I stop these people and teach them a lesson?
The old man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "Young man, are you from out of town? Keep your voice down. These are young masters and ladies from the main branch of the Zhu family out for a stroll; it's always like this."
"The Zhu family?" Wang Yan's voice rose slightly in surprise. "They're from Fire Refining Peak..."
"Shh!" The old man hurriedly raised his hand to silence them. "Young man, please don't let them hear. They're a little nicer to the locals, but they never show any mercy to outsiders."
Show no mercy?
Wang Yan glanced at Du Long beside him with annoyance.
Dulong glanced at him, then at the obviously nervous old man, pursed his lips, and turned his face away.
At this moment, a girl with rosy cheeks riding at the very back must have heard Wang Yan's exclamation. She glanced at him, then reached down to her waist and waved her hand.
Several glittering pieces of silver scattered from her hand, most landing precisely on the street vendors who hadn't been able to avoid her: "Here's an apology, and remember to treat any injuries!"
Hearing the apologetic tone in the voice, Wang Yan was stunned again, his anger subsiding slightly: "They're still willing to pay compensation?"
The old man sighed, "That lady was the eldest daughter of the Zhu family. If she were here, we could have compensated her a little. If she wasn't, we can only accept our bad luck."
Wang Yan frowned deeply: "The government isn't doing anything? And the Yunding Sect's resident inspector isn't doing anything either?"
The old man shook his head fearfully: "It's not just the Zhu family. All the big families in this city, such as the Qian family, the Yuan family, and the Wei family, which family's nephews and nieces don't travel like this? The government can't do anything about it. The inspector of the Yunding Sect only intervenes after someone dies."
"If we turn a blind eye, the Zhu family and this young lady will have to pay compensation; as for the others, we'll just have to accept our bad luck."
"Young man, look, this street is so wide. Only pedestrians dare to walk in the middle. The vendors with their carts usually walk on the sides. It's just a habit. This time, it's because the Zhu family had a lot of people; otherwise, they wouldn't have bumped into us."
Wang Yan looked at the road: "But this road should be the main road of the city, the widest, right? The other roads are narrower, surely they won't crash into each other?"
"Most wealthy families live on this street; they wouldn't bother with narrow streets and wouldn't use them." The old man breathed a slight sigh of relief and explained in detail, then added, "Young man, I can see you also come from a wealthy family, and you've even opened your sea of consciousness? But listen to this old man, whatever you do, don't mess with the Zhu family."
Wang Yan glanced at the vendors who had received their money, their brows furrowed with relief, and sighed inwardly. He then bid farewell to the old man, saying, "Thank you, sir. I won't provoke the Zhu family."
He continued walking forward with Dulong, but the smile on his face faded, and his originally expectant and excited mood suddenly turned sour, and his light steps slowed down.
Along the way, Wang Yan silently observed the vendors who had been kicked down by the Xuan Beasts. Watching these injured ordinary people clutching their wounds and helplessly packing up their stalls, his heart ached.
Looking at the sympathetic and regretful gazes of the passersby, Wang Yan felt even heavier.
In modern times, it's generally not uncommon for someone to be injured while speeding through the street.
In the bustling city, the sons of such wealthy families are so arrogant, treating human life as nothing!
Jiangling Prefecture is a large prefecture, but what about the other smaller prefectures?
For the first time since his transmigration, Wang Yan felt the fragility of life among the lowest strata of humanity in this world.
If the original owner hadn't opened his sea of consciousness, would he one day, excitedly enter the city, only to be trampled or killed by a rich man's horse galloping by because he didn't know the situation there?
At this moment, Zhu Long, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped and turned around, looking at him strangely: "Why are you suddenly in a bad mood? Can't stand it?"
Wang Yan looked at him silently, first nodding slowly, then shaking her head helplessly after thinking for a moment, and said in a muffled voice, "I can't stand it, it hurts me, I want to do something, but I don't know how to do it to prevent this kind of thing from happening again."
"Uncle-Master, if I hadn't opened my sea of consciousness and joined our sect, perhaps one day, if I went to the city to make a living, I might have been injured, trampled, or even died because I didn't know these things."
"But I've gone through so much to grow up, I don't want to die like this, feeling so miserable."
Zhu Long slowed his pace, waiting for him to catch up, a hint of concern in his eyes: "If you can't stand it and want to interfere, you can think about it carefully. If you come up with a solution, you might as well tell me first."
Wang Yan was somewhat surprised and immediately said, "Thank you, Martial Uncle!"
Zhu Long smiled tolerantly, then asked again, "But now is not the time to think about that. Are you planning to continue strolling around the streets, or is there somewhere you'd like to go?"
Wang Yan looked around at the streets, which had become lively again, and instead of answering, asked, "Uncle-Master, where were you originally planning to go?"
"This is the most bustling area. I originally wanted to take you around for a quarter of an hour first, and then we'd go to the theater." Dulong walked slowly forward alongside him, hands behind his back, like a very understanding elder: "There, you can find delicious food and beautiful sights."
Wang Yan pondered for a moment, then calmly rallied his spirits: "Alright, I'll listen to my martial uncle! Even if I'm going to get involved, I'll come up with a foolproof plan!"
A hint of approval immediately appeared in Dulong's eyes, and his divine sense transmitted: "That's right! The people of Shenwen Peak either don't take action, or if they do, they must have a justification and they must eradicate the problem completely."
Wang Yan nodded, temporarily suppressing his displeasure, and continued to stroll along with Du Long.
If I see unfamiliar street food, I'll stop and buy some to try.
If it's delicious, I'll take twenty portions at once, as a gift for all my close friends, and store them all in my storage bracelet.
The vendors didn't care where he put his things once they had the money, but seeing that he had a storage bracelet, they became a little more respectful.
If you don't really like it, pay and leave, barely managing to finish it.
"You don't like it, yet you still eat it?" Dulong would sometimes ask with concern.
"We must not waste food." In his previous life, although Wang Yan came from a well-off family, he never wasted food.
A hint of approval appeared in Dulong's eyes: "Then buy less next time."
As Wang Yan traveled, he encountered several cultivators at the Profound Movement Realm or Profound Breakthrough Realm.
Dulong continued to use his divine sense to explain: "The one with the clover is a level D herbalist, mostly of the wood element, who likes to cultivate herbs and talismanic water."
"The one with two daggers embroidered inside his sleeve is a Class C assassin from the Assassin Sect. He has a rather unpredictable movement style and prefers to act in the shadows."
"Jiangling Prefecture is a large prefecture, and both of these clans have garrisons there. You don't need to worry about them."
They ate, looked around, and walked along like this. After a quarter of an hour, Wang Yan followed Du Long to a bustling and lively building called "Huanyanlou".
This building is one floor taller than the other buildings around it and occupies a larger area. Several scantily clad women are greeting passersby in front of the entrance.
A strong aroma wafted towards us, a blend of cosmetics and the scents of snacks.