Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 173 - 67: Truth Unveiled (Part 2)

The others also expressed their opinions one after another.

However...

Fang Zheng's gaze swept across, and he instantly knew that those who agreed were all neighbors of Shen Ji. The residents at the ends of the streets had yet to speak up.

Indeed.

In case of a riot, the ends of the streets would surely be the first to encounter the assault. If the family guards are handed over, who can guarantee complete protection?

Only the strength one controls can be called power.

How many are willing to risk everything to hand over their own power?

As for Shen Ji's neighbors, several families joined forces last night to defeat the refugees, which already fostered some trust, and the families are very close to each other.

Moreover, they live so close that if one family suffers, the others would hardly escape, which means that one loss would lead to multiple losses, so naturally, they wouldn't mind.

The Three-inch Shopkeeper Mi hesitated:

"I'll think about it more."

"Well..." After pondering for a long time, Shopkeeper Han, who lived at the head of the street, surprisingly sighed lightly, then nodded:

"I'm willing!"

"I have no objections either," Fang Zheng spread his hands and said:

"But alas, there are barely more than ten people in Fang Mansion; willing but unable."

Fang Mansion's land area ranks in the top three among nearby streets, but the people in the courtyard rank in the bottom three, unable to spare manpower.

"That's okay."

Butcher Zhang said quietly:

"If there are no people, money can be used."

"The guards do dangerous work, and surely cannot be paid the old rate during this time; if people die, compensation is needed, which costs money too."

"True." Someone nodded:

"Young Master Fang is rich; last night, just to fend off those refugees, he was willing to spend a hundred taels of silver. Given the current situation, five hundred or a thousand taels shouldn't be much, right?"

"Indeed, indeed."

Several people chimed in.

Five hundred, a thousand taels?

Fang Zheng squinted, feeling speechless.

Do they really think I'm a fool? Go ask all of Gu'an County and see how many families can even take out a thousand taels of silver.

"You're all joking."

He made a cupping salute and said slowly:

"My family assets are modest, but I'm willing to contribute what little I can. I have two hundred taels of silver on hand that can be taken out together."

Hearing this, several faces in the crowd immediately showed displeasure.

Especially Butcher Zhang.

"That's good enough."

However, Shen Ji smiled, raised his hand to quiet the crowd, and said:

"Young Master Fang is willing to contribute funds, showing regard for me; however, this matter is extremely important, and it can't be taken on by me alone."

"Let me introduce two friends to everyone."

"Clap, clap!"

He lightly clapped his hands and called out behind:

"You two, please come out."

With the sound of applause, two figures slowly stepped out from behind the screen. Before they arrived, an overwhelming smell hit them.

Fang Zheng frowned, his gaze landing on one of the figures.

A beggar!

He saw the person wearing tattered clothes with skin beneath covered in dirt, long hair matted, and apparently not groomed for a long time.

The stench,

was coming from this person.

As for the other person...

Face like jade, eyes like bright stars, appearing to be in their thirties or forties, making it hard to determine their exact age.

Dressed in snow-white clothing, the skin was even paler than the clothes.

Not pallid.

But clear and snow-white, so much so that an inexplicable chill could be felt, causing one's heart to contract.

Three Blood!

These two individuals are actually Three Blood Martial Artists.

And unlike ordinary Martial Arts Hall Masters, they seem to possess an inherited skill, having already condensed Qi and Blood, displaying an extraordinary demeanor.

Even that beggar, despite their foul odor and tattered appearance, was clearly not someone to be trifled with.

The strength of these two...

Is probably not inferior to Xu Seng, the master of Divine Spear Hall.

"This is Jiao Gu, Master Jiao of the Beggar Gang."

Shen Ji smiled, showing no disdain for the other's foul smell, stepping up to the beggar and introducing:

"Master Jiao is a disciple of an elder of the Beggar Gang, who achieved success in Refining the Internal Organs years ago, achieving Three Blood, with remarkable strength."

"This is Zhuang Yifang, Young Master Zhuang."

Reaching out to introduce the other person, Shen Ji said:

"Young Master Zhuang learned of the fame of Cien Temple and came to visit, but was trapped by a sudden snowstorm in Gu'an County. Fortunately, this allowed me the opportunity to meet."

"Brother Shen is joking."

Zhuang Yifang modestly waved:

"I'm reliant on others and will need your support in the future."

"You're too kind, Young Master Zhuang."

"No need, no need..."

"..."

Everyone waved their hands repeatedly.

In Zhuang Yifang, they sensed the aura of Noble Family Members, appearing approachable but actually aloof.

Can be admired from afar but not toyed with.

Noble Family Members?

Some instinctively looked at Fang Zheng.

It's rumored that this Young Master Fang's origins are mysterious, possibly of extraordinary descent.

Having interacted, they noticed Fang Zheng's difference in various aspects from ordinary people.

But,

Lacks nobility!

Previously not so apparent.

Now compared with Zhuang Yifang, the difference is clear.

Fang Zheng had an obviously heavier mundane air, while Zhuang Yifang's demeanor seemed more transcendental, possessing a unique flavor.

It's a sophistication nurtured through rigorous upbringing from a young age.

"With Master Jiao and Young Master Zhuang, both being Three-Blood Experts, we can face those Evil Cult Demons without fear." Shen Ji laughed heartily:

"Everyone, have a seat!"

"I've had my servants prepare food and wine, let's enjoy ourselves today."

"Indulgence leads to trouble." Zhuang Yifang gently shook his head:

"Just a small drink."

"Indeed, indeed." Shen Ji nodded:

"Young Master Zhuang is right."

......

Night.

After sending off the guests.

With a hint of alcohol, Shen Ji stepped into a room.

"Master Jiao."

"Shopkeeper Shen."

In the room, besides Jiao Gu, there were several beggars in ragged clothes. Upon entering, the strong offensive smell was the first to hit.