My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 216 Meeting
Keelung Road Lower Courtyard, at the boundary of Gengyin District.

Ding Wu arrived alone at a roadside pavilion early in the morning.

The pavilion is supported by gray wooden pillars, covered with blue tiles on the top, and paved with stone slabs on the ground.

Every year, the lower temple of Jilongdao would send its storeroom disciples here to collect land rent from the Gengyin district.

On the grass next to the pavilion, one or two stunted yellow rice plants, about half a person's height, can be vaguely seen.

Before long, a figure who was two meters tall, with dark skin and bulging muscles walked over, seemingly slowly but actually quickly.

The overwhelming sense of oppression made Ding Wu's heart tighten.

“But it’s Senior Brother Zheng.” Ding Wu quickly bowed and greeted him.

The burly senior brother Zheng stared at Ding Wu indifferently without saying a word.

Ding Wu felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at.

The second of the seven Wu brothers was named Zheng Jin, and he was an absolute cultivation fanatic.

Moreover, he has a violent temper and will resort to violence at the slightest disagreement.

If it weren't for the rules of the lower house and the fear of being held accountable by the inspection house, who knows how many people would have died at his hands.

Even so, it is still said that the disappearance of many disciples is related to him.

"I have some information about a new disciple who is particularly skilled at cultivating yellow sprout rice," Ding Wu quickly stated the purpose of his trip.

"This year, the insect infestation was rampant and the other party's fields were also damaged, but they still paid the rent in full, which shows their superb skills."

"I don't need much, just ten white jade coins," Ding Wu said with a smile.

The seven brothers of Wushan have been recruiting skilled farmers for years, exploiting their labor to earn money from jade.

Having learned of Chen Mu's whereabouts, and knowing he's just a newly recruited disciple with no power, they'll definitely make a move!
Until then……

He was thinking about how to handle the situation when he found Zheng Jin staring at him silently without saying a word.

Ten white jade coins aren't expensive, are they? Ding Wu scratched his head.

The seven brothers of Wushan coerced others to help them farm, and each of them became incredibly wealthy. Every year, two or three of them would go to the Taoist temple to cultivate.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be a problem to have ten white jade coins, right?
Thinking of his mission, Ding Wu hesitated for a moment before decisively saying, "Five white jade coins will do."

This should allow us to send the message out.

But Zheng Jin still stared at Ding Wu without saying a word.

Ding Wu was filled with helplessness. Sure enough, the richer people are, the stingier they are.

"Fine, I'll just tell my senior brother for free."

Money isn't important; he just needs to get the message out to the other party.

Zheng Jin, who had been calm all along, finally made a move.

He met Ding Wu's beaming smile, grinned slightly, and then suddenly exerted force from his abdomen.

"tui!"

Ding Wu: "..."

……

"That person's name is Chen Mu, and he lives in Xinxu District. I hope he can be of help to Senior Brother Zheng."

After a long standoff, Ding Wu gritted his teeth, delivered the message, and turned to leave.

If he doesn't leave soon, he might not be able to resist taking action.

Under the pavilion, he stared intently at Ding Wu, whose forehead veins bulged and who stormed off in a rage. He watched until Ding Wu's figure disappeared at the end of the road.

Zheng Jinbiao's imposing figure shrank like a deflated balloon.

He quickly became exactly like Ding Wu.

With the changes in facial muscles, except for the absence of scars on his face, he is almost a carbon copy of Ding Wu.

"No rush." ​​Chen Mu suppressed the urge to chase after him and kill the bastard.

The Purple Bamboo Society is definitely no good!

"Luckily, I went to the Zizhu Society to keep watch last night."

"Otherwise, you wouldn't even know you've been tricked!"

Chen Mu snorted coldly.

Then, black smoke billowed out, and he quickly took out soft glue and paint to smear on his face.

"If I wasn't afraid of being investigated by the inspection agency, I would have killed you both last night."

With the aid of the shapeshifting technique, a lifelike scar quickly appeared on his right cheek.

"But Zizhu will clash with the Seven Brothers of Wushan."

"It's perfectly normal for one or two people to die."

……

Half an hour later.

A man who was two meters tall, with bulging muscles and as tall as an iron tower, came to the pavilion.

The other person's hair was casually draped over their back, and their eyes were sharp, like those of a wild beast.

Upon seeing Chen Mu, he grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. Whoosh!
A cloth bag sliced ​​through the air and flew at lightning speed to Chen Mu's front.

Snapped!
Chen Mu raised his right hand and felt a tremendous force suddenly strike it.

puff!
The bag, unable to withstand the impact, shattered into pieces, and the white jade coins scattered in all directions.

"I don't care what your bullshit news is, I'm buying it. Take the money and get out!"

“Go back and tell your leader that we, the seven brothers of Wushan, want to see him,” Zheng Jin hummed.

Chen Mu glanced at the white jade coins on the ground in surprise; this bag must contain at least fifty coins!
Things seem to have changed.

"Can you tell me why?" Chen Mu asked subtly.

"Oh, it's nothing." Zheng Jin said nonchalantly, "We've got our eyes on the Purple Bamboo Society."

“Those newly recruited disciples inside have nothing better to do, so they can come and farm for us.”

Chen Mu narrowed his eyes; the Purple Bamboo Society was being targeted.

"What if we don't agree?" Chen Mu asked.

"Why don't you agree?" Zheng Jin looked at Chen Mu with a puzzled expression.

"You formed the Purple Bamboo Club just to make money, didn't you?"

"Why not just hand over your people to us, collect rent and a cut every year, and focus on your cultivation?"

Chen Mu fell silent.

Yes, why would anyone disagree?

I came to the lower temple of Keelung Road for cultivation.

If the seven brothers of Wushan offered sufficient compensation to allow Zhang Tu'an to cultivate in peace, how could he possibly disagree?

But once they agree, it means that countless ordinary people at the bottom of society will be enslaved!

This could very well include myself.

A surge of grief and indignation rose in my heart.

Wouldn't it be better to live in peace? Why always try to harm others for your own benefit?
He honestly made medicines and farmed, and stayed home peacefully to cultivate himself.

As a result, they still got into trouble.

He couldn't help but feel a pang of melancholy; this world...

laugh!
A sharp cry suddenly rang out.

A faint black and red ray of light pierced the air and suddenly arrived at Zheng Jin's forehead.

puff!
A drop of blood splattered.

Zheng Jin withdrew his dark hands, which were clasped together in front of his forehead.

Even with his power rapidly applied, a bloody, piercing wound still appeared on his palm.

There was a deep indentation on his forehead, revealing the bone. Thin trickles of blood seeped from the indentation, gathered, and slid down one side of his nose.

"Ouch, that really hurts." Zheng Jin looked at Chen Mu, his lips twitching back to reveal a row of fine, gleaming teeth.

"It's been a long time since anyone has dared to make a move against me."

"Secret technique containing sand? You've mastered it quite well."

"Rakshasa!"

hum!
Zheng Jin's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Almost instantly, he appeared in mid-air in front of Chen Mu.

He raised his right hand high, forming a claw, as a surge of dark, powerful energy gathered, enveloped, and transformed.

In an instant, it transformed into a monstrous claw the size of a human head, with five ferocious fingers.

Zheng Jin grinned widely, his eyes filled with excitement as he looked at Chen Mu.

It was like a hawk descending from the sky, its eyes fixed on the terrified rabbit.

"what!"

The next moment, black smoke suddenly appeared in mid-air, like a python whipping its tail, and crashed down on Zheng Jin's head.

boom!
With a muffled thud, Zheng Jin was struck as if by a whip, crashing heavily onto the ground of the pavilion.

The stone slab shattered, dirt flew everywhere, and Zheng Jin was forced to sink into the ground.

He stared at the black smoke swirling in front of Chen Mu, his eyes filled with disbelief.

laugh!
A sharp screech suddenly rang out.

puff!
A hole suddenly appeared in the dent in Zheng Jin's forehead.

Without uttering a sound, he collapsed to the ground.

Chen Mu glanced at the other party indifferently, carefully confirming that Zheng Jin was dead.

"You don't want me to have a peaceful life? Then you all can start making a scene first!"

Then, billowing black smoke appeared as they quickly collected their loot.

Then, in a flash, he disappeared.

(End of this chapter)