Chapter 9

The ugly man looked impatient.

"Quickly! Dilly-dallying, asking for a beating!"

Xiaojing clearly felt the child shudder. He was also getting angry.

"Can't you speak properly?"

The ugly man immediately looked embarrassed. He forced a smile, which made him look even uglier. He said, "Come home with Dad!"

"You're not my dad, I don't have a dad!"

Master Zengli came over.

"What's going on?"

The ugly man got angry and kicked out.

"I'll beat you, you little brat!"

In a fit of rage, this kick not only aimed at the child but also hit Xiaojing. Xiaojing reached out and struck the ugly man's heel. The kick missed both of them and Xiaojing directly flipped the ugly man over.

The ugly man flew three meters and crashed to the ground. Xiaojing raised his palm.

"May the Ancestor protect us... What do you want?"

A young master, with just a light wave of his hand, sent a strong man flying. The Luo family immediately got angry and surrounded Xiaojing.

Master Zengli softly said, "Clumsy!"

It was like a thunderclap in their ears, and everyone was shaken. Master Zengli's expression remained calm.

"What? Want to bully us?"

The old man of the Luo family's face changed drastically.

"Get lost!"

The men and women of the Luo family immediately came to their senses. They were facing a cultivator from the Xiyan Sect. Even though the masters were usually friendly and kind to the villagers, the Xiyan Sect was not an ordinary sect but one with cultivators. Once they were provoked, the masters would also take action.

The Luo family's arrogance was immediately suppressed. Xiaojing also understood why the village chief said they were domineering. Once provoked, it would affect the entire family. Unfortunately, this time they were up against the Xiyan Sect. For ordinary families, even those who practiced martial arts, a large family rushing in would be a huge trouble.

Xiaojing looked at the extremely thin child.

"You're not going home, where are you going?"

A hint of confusion flashed in the child's eyes, but his expression soon became determined.

"I'm not going back, I, I'll follow you!"

Everyone around was stunned by this statement.

Xiaojing pointed to his nose.

"Follow me?" He was also stunned.

Xiaojing himself was struggling to survive; how could he take care of a child?

Master Zengli carefully looked at the child and shook his head. "You have no connection with the cultivators."

Xiaojing was puzzled, this was different from his understanding.

"Why? Why does he have no connection with the cultivators?"

The child whispered, "If I go home, I'll be beaten to death!"

The old man of the Luo family was furious.

"Nonsense!"

The child shuddered again. Xiaojing didn't know what was going on with this family, but seeing the child's injuries, he had a gut feeling that the child might be telling the truth. If the child went back, even if the ugly man didn't kill him, he would certainly beat him to near death.

Master Zengli stood beside Xiaojing.

"Whether or not he has a connection with the cultivators, since the child wants to leave, we, the Xiyan Sect, will take him in. Xiaojing, you'll take care of him from now on! Since you protected this child, you'll be responsible for him."

Xiaojing was completely stunned. Strictly speaking, he was also a child, just a bigger one. Taking care of a small child? But then he understood. By helping the child, he had sown the cause, and taking care of the child was the result.

For someone who had been influenced by the cultivators and believed in compassion, Xiaojing couldn't refuse this request. If he didn't accept, the child might die. "Saving a life is a great virtue," he understood this principle.

Xiaojing nodded decisively.

"Yes, Master, Xiaojing will follow your orders!"

Their conversation didn't even consult the old man of the Luo family, and the decision was made. If anyone was domineering, it was the cultivators of the Xiyan Sect.

After saying this, Master Zengli looked at the old man of the Luo family.

"Old Luo, what do you think?"

The Luo family didn't like this child. The old man of the Luo family, seeing this outcome, had no objections. Arguing with the Xiyan Sect? He didn't even dare to think about it. His entire family lived better because of the land from the Xiyan Sect. Arguing with the landlord? If he provoked the master, even if they didn't take the land, forcibly changing the land would be unbearable.

The old man of the Luo family's face was extremely awkward. How could he not know the severity?

"Whatever the master says."

Master Zengli nodded in satisfaction.

"Good, everyone can go about their business."

The ugly man walked to the old man of the Luo family and said angrily, "Dad... you..."

Before he could finish, the old man of the Luo family slapped him, making his head shake.

"Aren't you ashamed enough? Talk at home!"

This slap woke the ugly man up. He glanced fearfully at Master Zengli and left. In this world, those standing above ordinary people were not just cultivators, but also the cultivators of the Xiyan Sect. Although the cultivators of the Xiyan Sect were compassionate, the Dao cultivators were fierce. Neither would tolerate the disrespect of ordinary people.

The old man of the Luo family regretted bringing the child here. After hurriedly paying the rent, he took his family and left. As for the child, they ignored him, gave no instructions, and said no goodbye, only showing indifference.

Xiaojing felt a bitter smile. He was an orphan, already pitiful, but this child was even more pitiful. He had parents, grandparents, and siblings, yet they completely ignored him.

"How can this be?"

Xiaojing was angry; he couldn't stand such scoundrels.

Master Zengli watched the Luo family leave. He turned and accidentally saw the child. The child's eyes were filled with hatred and anger, staring at the Luo family's departing backs. Master Zengli was inwardly alarmed: "This child has deep resentment. Perhaps in the Xiyan Sect, it can be slightly resolved, but cultivation... impossible!"

Xiaojing squatted down.

"What's your name?"

"I, I don't have a name. They call me Big Head, sometimes Little Brat... White Rice Eater..."

Xiaojing was speechless. After a while, he said, "You should have the surname Luo. Hmm, let's call you Luo Bo." He glanced at the radish that had rolled on the ground, saying irresponsibly.

The child was straightforward.

"Okay, Radish is Radish!"

"Not that radish. Hmm, when you learn to read, I'll teach you how to write it."

"Okay!"

Among all the people present, only Xiaojing's kindness made him feel comfortable. Especially when Xiaojing flipped the ugly man over, he truly felt an incredible sense of relief and happiness.