I am really not a medical immortal.-Chapter 1513 - 1512: Ruffians (Second Update)

On the street, the overwhelming aura dissipated after a long time. Zhang Xiaohao smirked disdainfully, thinking coldly to himself, "I’m going to mess with you! If I don’t mess with people from the City Guardian Mansion, who else would I mess with?"

After speaking, Zhang Xiaohao changed direction and charged forward.

The items he needed were now basically in his grasp, so it was time to proceed according to the plan.

Half an hour later.

Zhang Xiaohao had reached the northern part of the city. Compared to the main city ahead, this place seemed very desolate. It wasn’t very prosperous; most people living here were in the Qi Refining Realm, with the highest cultivation just at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage. Golden Core Realm cultivators were rarely seen.

"Ah! Go away! Don’t come here! If you come any closer, I won’t be polite with you!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded. Zhang Xiaohao frowned, swept his Divine Thought, and instinctively scanned the area where the voice originated.

He saw a group of five or six hooligans surrounding the entrance of a shop, encircling a girl dressed in a sky-blue gauze dress, reaching out to grope her while she held a feather duster, resisting in terror.

With a stride, Zhang Xiaohao walked forward.

Within ten breaths, Zhang Xiaohao had arrived at the entrance of the shop.

"Ah! What are you doing? Let go of me! Let go of me! Help! Help! Help..." the girl in the blue dress cried for help.

"Hmph! Lan Lingling, stop wasting your energy. No one would dare interfere with our business, unless they have a death wish!" the ringleader mocked coldly.

With a cold wave of his hand.

"Capture her for me! Seal her family’s shop! Starting tomorrow, this shop will be ours," the hooligan arrogantly declared.

"Fellow neighbors, save me! You’ve watched Lingling grow up; can you really bear to see her being bullied like this?" Lan Lingling pleaded hopefully.

Faced with the girl’s pleading gaze, the surrounding onlookers lowered their heads one by one.

"Hahaha—! Lan Lingling, stop wasting your efforts. You’re without money, without power! You’re not even a cultivator – just a weak woman – and you expect these lowlifes to save you? It’s not that I, Po San, look down on them; they wouldn’t dare!" Po San boasted arrogantly.

Confronted with Po San’s arrogant demeanor, the people around didn’t even dare to resist, nor did they have the courage to face him. Each one lowered their heads, not daring to meet his sinister stare.

"Lan Lingling, do you see this? These are your neighbors! Such cowards, you’re still hoping they will save you? I bet you’re not quite awake yet! Hmph, it’s not me, Po San, bragging, if someone dares to save you today, I’d kneel and call them grandpa!" Po San exclaimed without restraint.

"Really?" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.

This abrupt voice was like a bolt of lightning in the silent crowd, attracting everyone’s attention.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!

Including Lan Lingling, everyone’s gaze turned toward Zhang Xiaohao, seemingly trying to identify the speaker.

Soon, the crowd noticed Zhang Xiaohao standing at the back; fearing trouble, they instinctively made way for him.

"You little brat, who do you think you are? Daring to interfere with my business, Po San’s! Are you looking for death?" Po San led six followers surrounding Zhang Xiaohao, encircling him.

These men were burly, towering over nine feet tall, though not cultivators, each exuding a fierce aura just by standing there.

"Big brother, save me! They’re all bad guys, bullying me!" Lan Lingling took the chance to break free from two hooligans, running to Zhang Xiaohao, clutching his shoulders tightly.

"Don’t worry, as long as I’m here, no one can bully you!" Zhang Xiaohao declared confidently.

"Yes! I believe in you." Lan Lingling bashfully lowered her head.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohao and Lan Lingling like this, Po San’s expression turned even more sinister.

"Damn! You little punk, trying to be a hero?" Po San said coldly.

"Kneel and call me grandpa then! I’m already a bit eager," Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.

Seeing this scene, those around instinctively shook their heads, showing pity, as if Zhang Xiaohao’s fate was sealed.

"Sigh! This young man looks decent enough; if he’s willing to spend, what kind of girl can’t he find? Yet he insists on meddling in this! Po San’s family gets another feast."

"Yeah! Why provoke Po San? This guy does nothing but bully commoners; sigh! Now he’s going to suffer."

"Hmph! Meddling, fantasizing about being a hero? Before Po San, even ten of him wouldn’t be enough for Po San to deal with!"

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Listening to the surrounding discussions, Po San enjoyed himself, but seeing Zhang Xiaohao’s arrogant attitude, the boldness, even daring to make him kneel and call grandpa, Po San’s mood instantly darkened.

"You little brat, who are you calling to kneel and call grandpa?" Po San said furiously.

"Calling you! Are you deaf? Can’t hear?" Zhang Xiaohao squinted his eyes.

"You know who I am? Do you know in this northern city, at just a slight stomp from me, Po San, the ground shakes?" Po San said icily.

"How is that my concern?" Zhang Xiaohao retorted.

"About to die, yet still mouthy? Seems like you don’t know how many eyes Lord Ma has! Come on, Da Wu, Xiao Wu, get him, pin this little brat to the ground, clean his face to wake him up." Po San sneered.

"Yes, Third Master!" Da Wu and Xiao Wu replied respectfully.

Instantly, their footsteps moved, the ground shook, kicking up fierce winds as they approached Zhang Xiaohao, eager to fight.

"Boy, don’t want to suffer? Kneel and apologize to Third Master! Crawl under our pants, or we’ll break your legs and toss you to the dogs!"

"Da Wu, why waste words with him? Just hit him! There’s no need to hold back. Let’s beat him up, and then talk slowly!"

Da Wu and Xiao Wu said coldly.

"Want to crawl under pants, huh? Since you two have such a unique hobby, how could I not oblige?" Zhang Xiaohao squinted his eyes and replied.