The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl-Chapter 360 - 357: Little Moneygrubber

Xin Lin took a deep breath and slowly retracted her fist.

The effort had brought a flush of red to her small face.

Seeing the protectors of Huang Residence wailing on the ground, a hint of surprise flashed in Xin Lin’s eyes.

She looked at her own fists.

The Ghost God Fist Second Form indeed contained some mysteries.

She had only practiced it once, capturing about thirty percent of its essence, yet she had managed to knock down a group of martial masters.

If she were to fully grasp it, facing real Xuanwu Practitioners, even multiple opponents, as long as they were not beyond the Xuanwu Fifth Realm, she would be more than capable of handling them.

"Where is your young lady?"

Xin Lin stepped on the wrist of one of the protectors, who whimpered under her foot.

"The young lady, having obtained Master Qingyu’s map, has already gone to meet Lord Taichang."

"Was it your young lady who ordered you to ambush me here in secret?"

Xin Lin snorted coldly.

She and Miss Huang Zhi Jun had no deep-seated hatred; she adhered to the principle of not offending others unless offended, but if others did offend her... heh.

"It was Master Qingyu who said you’ve blocked his wealth path, asking the young lady to teach you a lesson."

The protectors dared not hide anything, revealing everything.

Xin Lin snorted coldly again, searching the protectors before binding them up, and continued onward with them in tow.

After walking for over a quarter of an hour, Xin Lin heard cries ahead.

"Someone, come and save me!"

Approaching the sound, Xin Lin saw a trap nearby.

With an angry expression, Miss Huang Zhi Jun was taken aback upon seeing Xin Lin.

"How did you get here?"

It made no sense.

She had Master Qingyu’s map, which led her all the way here.

Without the map, Xin Lin couldn’t possibly have... unless she had captured her own men.

A bunch of good-for-nothings!

Miss Huang cursed inwardly.

"Miss Huang, that’s exactly what I should be asking you, how could you be so careless?"

From above, Xin Lin looked down leisurely at Miss Huang, trapped in the hole.

The pit was as deep as a well, impossible to escape without help.

Not to mention, Miss Huang had fallen into the trap and broken her right leg.

"Help me up; I’ll give you silver."

Miss Huang declared haughtily.

Although Xin Lin was recognized as a daughter, she had not spent a single day as the Lady of Chu Mansion before being driven out and forced to separate from the family.

Chu Bei Qing, once the foremost Divine Doctor of Longteng Country and the heir of Chu Mansion, was cast out, left with only a haunted house, some barren lands, and a few unprofitable shops.

This news had spread throughout the official families of Purple Cloud City, becoming the subject of mockery.

So, Xin Lin was indeed penniless, a solid fact.

Sure enough, the moment Miss Huang brought up money, Xin Lin’s eyes lit up.

"How much silver are you offering?"

Xin Lin asked, seemingly willing to negotiate.

"One thousand taels."

Miss Huang stated.

As soon as the words fell, Xin Lin patted her buttocks and walked away.

"Come back! Wretched girl, don’t push it too far. If you don’t save me, my father will soon bring people to rescue me. By then, you won’t get a dime."

Miss Huang threatened.

"That’s true; one thousand taels per person, doesn’t seem like a bad deal."

Xin Lin murmured to herself.

"If you know what’s good for you, pull me up quickly."

Miss Huang said, full of arrogance.

"One thousand taels to ransom a protector; I have five here, so it’s five thousand taels."

Xin Lin pointed to the protectors.

"You’re seeking death!"

Miss Huang fumed, smoke practically billowing from her seven orifices.

"Miss Huang, if you’re not willing to ransom your men, I will soon take them to Lord Taichang and tell him all about your deal with Master Qingyu. These five thousand taels are a very good deal."

On Xin Lin’s small face was a countenance full of schemes.