"He's here." The two men saw the little monk. They smiled at each other and then said, "Little monk. Just come with us obediently." As they were speaking, one of the two men went forward and stretched out his arm to grab Tang Ning.
Looking at the two men, Tang Ning stuffed the bowl in her hand into her clothes, she rubbed her fists and said, "That will depend on your abilities."
In no time, heartrending cries filled with agony sounded from the alleyway. However, the noise from the bustling street obscured the cries of the two men.
Tang Ning tidied her robe and brushed her sleeves. She touched the money in her arms and left to find a herb shop with a smile.
After Tang Ning left, the two men who were beaten blue and black until their face was swollen, now slowly limped and entered a box in a restaurant near the alleyway.
"Second Master, t-that little monk is more powerful than us. W-we both couldn't even hurt him." The two men said as they were kneeling. Both of them looked down as they did not dare to look at their Master, whose face was now gloomy and dark.
"Incompetents!"
The sinister-looking man, who seemed to be in his thirties, raised his leg and kicked the two men over. He stood up and angrily berated them, "You two good-for-nothings! A 13-year-old little monk is stronger than you two? You couldn't even find anything better than these absurd excuses?"
The two men quickly got back to their kneeling position and dared not argue back, as they knew that the Master would not believe them no matter what they said. However, the truth was still what they said. The little monk's strength was much above their levels.
"Old Man Xu, drag the little monk here for me."
The sinister-looking man squinted his eyes and turned the jade thumb ring on his thumb with the other hand. He gave a heretical smile as he said to the middle-aged man beside him, "Be more gentle. Don't spoil my new toy."
"Yes." The middle-aged man responded. He then glanced at the two men on the floor and left the room quietly.
At this time, at the largest medicinal herb seller in town, the Hundred Herbs Tower.
After buying some herbs, Tang Ning smiled at the apprentice and asked, "Amitabha, kind benefactor, can I borrow the medical tools in your backyard?"
"No. We use those tools in the backyard to grind our herbs. Outsiders are not allowed to use them."
The apprentice shook his head while he was speaking. But after looking at the little monk's eager and pure eyes looking at him with hope, he scratched his head and said, "I remember there is a set of unused tools in our backyard. Let me ask the manager!"
Tang Ning's eyes suddenly brightened, and she replied, "Thank you, benefactor."
Although Tang Ning did not want to pretend to be a temple disciple, she realized that this identity was really useful. People, especially those with a kind heart, would make things convenient for her just because she was a little monk.
After getting permission from the manager, Tang Ning went to the backyard of the Hundred Herbs Tower. In the open courtyard, two apprentices were drying herbs. She went to the corner where the tools were kept and sat down, her back facing the two apprentices. She then started processing the herbs she had bought just now.
Although the two apprentices were surprised at the presence of the little monk in the backyard, they remained silent and focused on the task at hand. They did not pay much attention to what the little monk was doing at the corner.
At the front, the manager was arranging the herbs on the shelves when he heard footsteps. He raised his head to look, thinking a customer had arrived.
A handsome man walked in. He was dressed in a beautiful purple robe and had an extraordinary aura around him. The man looked around 20 yrs old and had steady steps, while his presence was concealed. With just a single look, the manager knew that the young man was a cultivator who has reached Level 5 of Qi Refining Stage..
Such a young cultivator must be from a prominent noble family.