0p0 Chapter 159 Perhaps she isn't so bad after all.
Chapter 159 Perhaps she isn't so bad after all.
Wu Siyue's eyes flickered slightly. Zhou Jun was young, but he was bold enough.
"Young in age, but bold in courage."
"Hmph." Zhou Jun glared at her before giving up on taking the sword.
He caught sight of the wooden planks beside him, raised his hands, and held them horizontally in front of him.
Seeing that Chen An and Wu Siyue didn't take her seriously at all, she shouted out, as if to bolster her courage: "Evil and heretical!"
Ultimately, he's still just a kid.
The wooden plank, which was even taller than her, was merely a consolation prize.
Even when placed in front of him, it couldn't block Chen An's attack.
Wu Siyue let out a long sigh: "You kid, why can't you be reasoned with?"
He took two steps forward, firmly grasped the plank, and pulled hard, and the plank was in his hand.
By the time Zhou Jun tried to grab him, it was too late.
"Oh dear, if our sect leader were truly a heretic, why would I be wasting my breath arguing with you?"
After putting the wooden board back in its original place, Wu Siyue wanted to say a few more words of advice.
Zhou Jun held his neck and forced him back with a wary look.
She raised her hand to block Wen Jinshu and whispered, "Who knows what kind of tricks you're up to?"
"What an impervious young man!" Wu Siyue's expression was a mixture of laughter and tears.
When she turned to look at Chen An, her eyes were full of helplessness, her expression saying, "Say something!"
Chen An saw everything and gave Wu Siyue a reassuring look.
He clenched his right fist and placed it in front of his mouth.
"Cough cough."
“Zhou Jun, no matter what you said or did, I am a magnanimous person and will not hold it against you.”
Zhou Jun glanced at Chen An from head to toe, but just as she was about to speak, Wen Jinshu tugged at her sleeve.
She wisely shut her mouth, but still wore that "go ahead and kill me if you dare" expression.
“Wen Jinshu, I’m not here to threaten you. But now that things have come to this, I’m afraid you won’t listen to anything I do or say. I have only one request: you are not allowed to publish any more of those stories that slander me.”
"Here are one hundred high-grade spirit stones. Even if you don't cultivate immortality, that's enough to buy you a lifetime of wealth and glory."
The money bag embroidered with auspicious clouds hit Zhou Jinshu's palm and then fell to the ground with a thud.
Zhou Jun frowned in disgust, staring at Chen An with even more disdain.
"Your hundred spirit stones are enough for Aunt Wen to live a life of wealth and luxury, but what about those who do the work?"
"This printing factory supported them for most of their lives."
"The high and mighty sect leader of Yihe Sect probably wouldn't even think of these people."
What a responsible and dutiful fool who can't understand human language.
Chen An looked at Zhou Jun, then at Wen Jinshu, and a nameless anger surged into his heart.
Two idiots together are truly despair-inducing.
"Oh!"
The courtyard gate was kicked open, and the long-term and short-term laborers who had left rushed in, waving hoes, brooms, and rolling pins, shouting, "Down with the devil!"
Dozens of people rushed in, creating a formidable presence.
Chen An scanned the area with his divine sense and muttered to himself, "Troublesome."
However, they also felt that these people were kind and righteous, so they did not make things difficult for them, but simply threw out a simple floating array.
The moment the formation landed, those people were frozen in place.
The weapons were scattered haphazardly on the ground, making a crisp sound.
Immediately afterwards, these people lifted off the ground and flew into the air.
Lacking any cultivation, they were supported by the force beneath them, experiencing an indescribable fear.
Staring blankly and helplessly at Wen Jinshu, the fear in her eyes was like a sharp arrow.
Wen Jinshu's lower lip trembled slightly. This printing shop was passed down to her by her mother. She had loved reading those storybooks since she was a child.
Even after I grew up and became a boss, I would still find time to watch it, no matter how busy I was.
Chen An keeps tens of thousands of demonic cultivators under her command, and many of the villains in the book now bear some resemblance to her.
She'd seen so much, and today she'd witnessed Chen An's methods firsthand.
With just a snap of his fingers, he took care of dozens of strong men.
How could I not be afraid?
Her heavy breathing was drowned out by the crowd's pleas for mercy and angry curses.
Those who were with her every day, who clearly had the chance to live, came back for her.
If I don't stand up, I'm afraid I'll feel guilty for the rest of my life.
Gritting his teeth, he pushed aside the dazed Zhou Jun.
Wen Jinshu's eyebrows drooped: "Put them down, and I promise you, I won't do this business."
Wu Siyue scratched his head: "How does stopping you from printing those books that smear me mean stopping you from doing business?"
"You think we're bad, that Yihezong is bad, but now you're making baseless accusations against us, are you not bad either?"
Wen Jinshu turned his head to look at Zhou Jun, and when he turned back, there was a sense of enlightenment and wisdom in his eyes.
Yes, they didn't say we couldn't do business.
However, Chen An is the head of the Yihe Sect, and other printing houses are afraid of being wiped out if they print books here, so only hers can print books.
She then set prices several times higher than the market rate, and over time, printing books about the devil Chen An became the bookstore's main source of income.
She naturally assumed that if Chen An's books weren't printed, the bookstore would have to close down.
It seems that this vicious sect leader, whom everyone hates, isn't actually that bad.
Wu Siyue replied, "Judging from your expression, you believe us now? You should have done this earlier, why make things so awkward?"
"Sect Leader, please release those people. Boss Wen, now we can have a proper talk."
Chen An was very considerate, allowing those people to land safely, and his gaze towards Wen Jinshu was also very gentle.
"Let's go, I'm fine."
Those people seemed to have their feet glued to the ground. They were able to rush in because they valued loyalty and righteousness, and because they had never seen the abilities of a Nascent Soul cultivator before.
I thought that no matter how capable one person is, they can still be more capable than a group of people.
He grabbed his most handy weapon, shouted to bolster his courage, and rushed in.
Having truly witnessed Chen An's abilities, his legs were now so weak they felt like their bones were limp.
No wonder people in this world are scrambling to cultivate immortality.
If they had that skill, they could earn more money even if they just performed magic tricks on the street than they do now.
"Get out, what are you waiting for?" Wen Jinshu raised his voice, and the men became a little more alert.
After a brief pause, one of them rushed out, and the rest followed suit.
Once the courtyard quieted down, Wen Jinshu picked up the purse Chen An had thrown to her and handed it to Wu Siyue.
"I won't print those things anymore, and I don't want the money. You can leave now."
Wu Siyue acted faster than he thought, and after taking the money bag, he found himself in a dilemma.
Giving it to Chen An would be difficult to explain, so I'll give it to Wen Jinshu instead; he just received it from him.
So annoying!
"Put the money on the table, let's go."
Wu Siyue tossed the money bag lightly, and it landed in the center of a square table five meters away.
He felt uneasy following behind Chen An.
Turning back, she said, "I'm sorry to have bothered you." After bowing, she quickly caught up with Chen An.
The gate was old, and when it was closed, the wood made an unpleasant creaking sound.
Wen Jinshu grabbed his money bag and rushed out, but there was no one in the open space in front of the house.
She stood there, clutching her money bag tightly.
"Boss, she flew away." Wang Xin poked his head out from around the corner, his voice trembling.
Wen Jinshu nodded, turned and walked into the house, but stopped when he reached out to push the door open.
"You don't need to work today, you can go home and rest."