The ZhongPin Law Firm's Spiritual Rope Lock is a standard equipment for the security maintenance team of QingXi Fang.
With years of practice, Gaoshan's use of the weapon is extremely proficient, and he wields it as swiftly as a quick snake.
"Hiss~ Crack!"
With a rope as a whip, one strike landed on Wu Jinyan's face.
With a gentle touch, Wu Jinyan only had his skin split and flesh torn, not directly blown away by his head. This indicates that Gao Xian still has some humanity.
"What gives you the right to hit me?"
He picked up a wooden round bowl-shaped Buddhist artifact and held it in front of him, covering his face that had been beaten up, and asked with fear.
Gao Xian's surprise attack was too swift, allowing him to easily succeed. The people in the hall were also in chaos.
Wang Rongyuan stepped in front of the two brothers, Yu Lou, first, while Zhong Tianshuo activated his spiritual power to push his daughter, Zhong Ningyao, directly into the back hall.
Tang Nianchou seemed to be shocked, and only then did he realize and stand next to Wang Rongyuan's side.
"What gives you the right to beat you?"
The collective contribution is collected for the betterment of Qingxi Lane. My master studied the entire day to figure out how much each shop should pay.
You actually dare to think it's too much, do you deserve it? Does your Wu family have a shop in Qingxi Lane?
Or, are you a free-roaming practitioner on the surface but secretly a robber cultivator who wants to sow discord among the practitioners of Qingxi Lane?"
Zhong Tianshuo and Wang Rongyuan have stepped into the fray, and these two have cultivational levels that are roughly on par with his own.
Seeing that he couldn't continue to strike, Gao Xian had to withdraw the lock-spirit rope, but his hat was getting bigger and bigger.
In reality, there are not that many "whys".
The Wang family can't fight back, and the Red-Browed Monk can't win.
That's right, you have to fight back.
I can't discipline __, but I can punish you.
"Gao Xian elder brother, Gao Xian elder brother, look, I'll offer you one hundred and twenty spirit stones. Here are the spirit stones. Don't say anything else, Old Wu is not a robber cultivator."
Accepting the small bag that the Red-Browed Monk had passed over, Gao Xian first weighed it and shook it twice, then smiled contentedly.
"Aww, Red-Browed Daoist friend, why not give it to me sooner and be fine? Hahaha, of course, it's not too late now."
Saying that, he even swung the lock-spirit rope in his hand.
Seeing that the Red-Browed Monk had already paid, Tang Nianqiu had to follow suit and pay fifty spirit stones - like this, half a month's profit of Zhiwei Fang was gone.
Gao Xian, after giving a defiant look to Wu Jinyan, twisted the lock-spirit rope in his hand and left in a arrogant manner.
These free cultivators don't understand the big picture. Without a few blows, how can they comprehend what it means to contribute collectively?
For the numerous businesses and cultivators of Qingxi Lane, for the Red Light Industry, it's not easy for me. It's not easy for my master.
A strike must be struck, and one whip down, the spiritual stones are promptly received.
What's this Wang family? In front of the Red Light Society, not to mention a Wang family, even if it's a dragon, you have to coil up!
"This person is just a bandit!"
Zhong Ningyao emerged from the back hall, seeing the silent crowd, and couldn't help but swear angrily.
The Red-Browed Monk quietly applied medicine to Wu Jinyan.
Wang Rongyuan shook his head and whispered to the two brothers, Yu Lou.
"This is your first lesson."
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After sending away Wu Jinyan and Wang Rongyuan, etc., the Red-Browed Monk finally turned to face his disciples and daughter.
"Father, Hua Feng Residence shouldn't pay so much. That high man and his master probably secretly embezzled a portion of it!"
Zhong Ningyao could not understand why the Red-Browed Monk would so readily pay the so-called 'collective contribution'.
That's one hundred and twenty spirit stones - less than a hundred per year for Wang Rongyuan from his family!
So many spirit stones, just gone in an instant by Gao Xian's rambling mouth!
Listening to the conversation between Zhong Ningyao and Zhong Tianshuo, Wang Yulou standing beside them felt somewhat embarrassed.
It's not because Zhiwei Fang paid less.
Zhiwei Fang sells wine, water, and food. Its profit rate and sales are far less than those of Hua Feng Residence.
What surprised the Yu Lou was that the daughter of the Red-Browed Monk was actually the female cultivator 'without clothes' that Yu An saw yesterday.
What a stupid thing, Yu An. Today, he had looked at that person's eyes more than ten times. That was enough to disgrace the Wang family.
"Most likely? Ten percent! That Mr. Jiang is just a..."
Halfway through his sentence, Zhong Tianshuo saw Yu Lou and Yu An and then stopped speaking.
"This is my daughter, Zhong Ningyao. You can call her senior sister."
Ningyao, teach them the basic control of fire art, and I'll go out for a while.”
The Red-Browed Monk seemed to have something urgent, and he only gave a brief arrangement for the homework after class before leaving Hua Feng Residence directly.
Zhong Ningyao looked at Yu Lou and then looked at Yu An, feeling a bit nervous.
She wanted to pull her father's hand and ask him why he was so confident in her ability to teach his two adopted apprentices.
"Hmm... You two, you seem rather young?"
"Thirteen years old, senior sister Ningyao, I am also thirteen years old."
Yu Lou moved a step to the left without making any sound, maintaining just enough distance between him and Yu An to preserve a delicate balance between friendship and estrangement.
Zhong Ningyao is only fifteen years old, still a young girl in her prime of youth, but following her father's command, she made every effort to appear mature and composed as she replied.
"Hmm, thirteen years old, it's a good age to learn control of fire art."
After speaking, the girl felt that her words were too foolish.
So dumb...
He was trying to learn his father's words, but it felt like he was copying and ended up worse.
Thinking about this, her fair cheeks turned red with embarrassment.
Yu An didn't understand why Senior Sister Ningyao was blushing. He just licked his lips and asked.
"Senior Sister Ningyao, what's the difference between control of fire art and flying fire art?"
The flying fire art is something Yu Lou knows about. It's similar to the fireball technique in fantasy novels, a form of cultivation technique commonly used by practitioners of Qigong and Xianqi.
However, flying fire art is more refined, focusing on achieving the maximum attack effect with the minimum amount of spiritual power.
The power is not important. What matters is combining it with other artifacts and techniques to achieve a systematic combat strategy——a mode where "big power flies bricks" is a dead end for ordinary Dao cultivators.
For ordinary free cultivators without the heritage of a sect or family, the flying fire art they use would be rather rough.
While both have a cultivation level of two layers of Qi Gong, Yu Lou can now launch more than ten flying fire spells at once.
But ordinary free cultivators at the second layer of Qi Gong may run out of spiritual power after launching just three or five flying fire spells.
"Flying fire spells are used for combat; they are useless after one has reached the foundation cultivation level."
Control of fire spells are the entry-level spells for the cultivation system of fire arts, mainly used for cultivation.
"Didn't your Wang family send you here to learn how to cultivate? "
Yu An was about to lick, but Yu Lou couldn't wait any longer.
"Please Senior Sister for guidance."
Spiritual refinement requires seize the moment, he didn't have that much time to watch Yu An chat.
"All right, follow me."
Grateful eyes at Yu Lou, Zhong Ningyao led the two young boys to the back hall of Huaxing Residence.
In the center of the back hall, there was a huge smelting furnace, which was completely red and had silver-white light flowing on its engraved body. It looked extremely extraordinary.
On the sides of the furnace, one side was a carbon pile taller than Yu Lou, which seemed to be some kind of spirit material.
On the other side, there was an iron platform that appeared to be where the Red-Browed Monk placed materials when he was smelting.
"There is a water basin over there. Go and draw two pots of water from the well, and we can start refining the control of fire art."
Pointing to the water basin in the corner of the back hall, Zhong Ningyao found herself with the feeling of teaching Taoist arts.
"Use water to practice control of fire art?"
Yu An didn't know whether his brain was out of control or he wanted to chat more with the beautiful sister. He even asked such a question.
"Yes, go quickly, quickly."
Zhong Ningyao actually prefers Yu Lou a bit more. Yu Lou wouldn't ask such uninteresting things. Not only is Yu An's chatter excessive, but he also likes to look at her directly, like an idiot.
Soon, under Zhong Ningyao's guidance, the two young men put their hands into the water basin, and then blankly looked at Zhong Ningyao, waiting for their next instruction from their senior sister.
The girl in her prime of youth folded her hands behind her back, assuming the air of a mature young person, pacing around the furnace as she recollected her father's words when he taught her.
"The first step of control of fire art is to create fire in water, without using any ignition materials, and by relying on one's own spiritual power to incite the flame."
Fire is fierce. Even my father, when refining an artifact to the most difficult stage, often could not control the flame well.
The reason I had you fetch water is because it is needed to suppress the influence of the fire attribute spiritual energy in the heavens and earth on control of fire art, thus gradually achieving control over the flame.
"Now, I will teach you the incantation for control of fire art. This is a secret transmission, and you must not reveal it to others!"
