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"Purple glow, how can this be possible!"

Lu Qing stared intently at the old man's ancient money pouch, his eyes filled with disbelief.

At this moment, in his field of vision, a faint purple superpower light was emanating from the old money pouch.

Although the light was faint, it appeared so dazzling to Lu Qing.

Ever since coming to this world and awakening the superpower, he had only seen this kind of purple glow three times.

The first time was when he received the inheritance from the Divine Talisman Sect, the second was yesterday in the Underground Cave beneath Wei Mansion where he saw the Leaving Fire Tripod.

And now, the third time was this old money pouch.

Could it be that this money pouch was also a Spiritual Artifact?

The thought flashed through Lu Qing's mind, but before the information on the old money pouch could emerge,

The man with the mustache suddenly snatched the money pouch, looked inside, weighed it in his hand, and then stuffed it along with the money pouch into his own bosom.

"Three Silver Tael then, consider it my bad luck, old man. Be more careful when you walk next time. You're lucky it was my stuff you bumped into. I'm a kind-hearted person, so I'll let you off this time. If it had been someone else, they'd definitely have thrown you into the jail!"

The mustached man said viciously.

Among the onlookers who knew the mustache man's true nature, those who saw him looking smug despite having gained an advantage all showed contempt.

However, this guy had a brother-in-law working at the County Lord Mansion, who happened to be in charge of managing the workshop.

They all had to make a living in the workshop and couldn't afford to offend him.

So even if some people sympathized with the old man, in the end, no one spoke up.

The old man stood still, his expression one of sorrow.

The Silver Tael was the money he had just received this morning after selling his grain in the city.

It was nearly half a year's savings for his family.

He had planned to buy some gifts for his granddaughter, who had recently been learning sewing, but kept hurting her fingers with a poor-quality needle. The sight of it pained him.

He had thought to take advantage of this trip to the city to buy her a good needle to bring back.

He never anticipated such a sudden disaster, and now all the money was gone.

Thinking about what he would say to his son and daughter-in-law once he got home,

Overwhelmed, the old man's head overheated, and with a surge of emotion, he suddenly let out a cry and charged towards the wall corner in front of the mustache man's stall.

This sudden turn of events came as a shock, completely unexpected by everyone.

The majority of the spectating crowd were commoners, none able to react quickly enough, they could only watch in horror as the old man rushed towards the wall corner.

Just as the old man was about to be bloodied on the spot, the next moment, a figure appeared in front of him, gently pressing on the old man's shoulder, stopping his charge.

It was a young man dressed in lavish clothes, holding a sprite-like little girl in his arms, and a peculiar little black beast perched on his shoulder, his face showing a slight smile.

"Old sir, even if you feel wronged, there is no need to seek death. Would that not cause pain to your loved ones and joy to your enemies?"

Seeing that someone had stopped the old man, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The mustached man was even more startled and cursed loudly, "Old fellow, what do you think you're doing?"

Fear lingered in the mustached man. If the old man really died in front of his stall, the County Lord Mansion would undoubtedly intervene, and even his brother-in-law might not be able to smooth things over for him.

With that in mind, the mustached man glared at the old man again, saying viciously, "Old fellow, if you want to die, go somewhere else. If you pollute my stall, can you afford to compensate for it?"

His ferocious appearance scared the surrounding people somewhat.

"Blather."

Lu Qing, seeing the man still spouting vile words, grew stern, took a light step forward, and in an instant arrived in front of the mustached man. With an effortless slap, he struck the man's face.

Only to see the bearded man's body spinning like a torn sack, toppling to the ground, unconscious.

Upon closer inspection, half of his face was swollen beyond recognition, and several teeth, mixed with blood, had fallen beside him.

With the strength Lu Qing now possessed, even holding back ninety-nine percent of his power, that slap was not something the bearded man's meager body could withstand.

Being alive was already the result of Lu Qing deliberately showing mercy.

But to suffer a disability in the future was certain.

For the force behind Lu Qing's slap carried a whiff of soft energy, causing damage far beyond what was visible on the surface.

The surrounding area fell into sudden silence.

Everyone watched the scene in shock.

Nobody could have imagined that this well-dressed young man, who had just been all smiles, could suddenly strike so ruthlessly.

Looking at the bearded man's face, it seemed as though even if he were to heal, eating would pose a problem.

Yet, for some reason, witnessing the bearded man in such misery, everyone felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction rising in their hearts.

Many merchants in the workshop had long found him displeasing to the eye.

If it wasn't for his good fortune of having a maternal uncle who worked at the County Lord Mansion, he would have been expelled from the workshop long ago.

Now, seeing someone finally taking care of him, everyone almost couldn't help themselves but to burst into applause.

As for the two attendants, seeing how ferocious Lu Qing was, they had already hidden themselves away.

After giving the bearded man a near-death slap, Lu Qing lightly flicked and took an old purse from the man's embrace, returning it to the old man.

"Old man, this is yours, please take it back."

The senior citizen stared at Lu Qing, and it was only when the purse landed in his hands that he came back to his senses.

He hurriedly said, "Young man, you've beaten someone, hurry and go, otherwise when the government officials arrive, you won't be able to escape!"

"Yes, yes, this man's maternal uncle works at the County Lord Mansion; he's not someone to provoke. Young man, it would be better for you to leave quickly."

The onlookers also said in unison.

Although Lu Qing was dressed finely and appeared to be a young master of some household, Discover exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

in the hearts of everyone there, the authority of the County Lord Mansion was not to be taken lightly, and no force in the city would dare to confront it openly.

"It's alright. This man faked antiques and swindled a senior citizen, nearly causing a fatality. With such behavior, I presume that even the County Lord Mansion cannot openly protect him, can they?" said Lu Qing lightly.

The crowd was at a loss for words.

They thought the young man was quite naive. If the County Lord Mansion were really so fair, how could Chen Chailang have roamed the workshop for so long?

"Old man, it's crowded here with many eyes. How about I escort you out?"

Seeing that no one was speaking, Lu Qing again addressed the senior citizen.

The senior citizen had long wished to leave this place; he remembered well the indifferent expressions of the others just a moment ago.

Now that he had revealed his wealth, he dared not stay here any longer.

"That would trouble you, young man," said the senior citizen with a grateful face.

Lu Qing led the senior citizen out.

Just before leaving the street, he paused and spoke indifferently,

"Oh yes, should someone from the County Lord Mansion come seeking accountability, you can tell them to look for me at the Wei Mansion. My name is Lu Qing."

After that, Lu Qing left with the senior citizen,

leaving everyone standing dumbfounded as they watched their figures disappear.