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Chapter 45 Killing with a Sword

In the mountain orchard, the peach trees, only four years old, are not yet very robust, but their branches and leaves are laden with large peaches.

Because of the floods, more than 70 mu of crops in the fields were destroyed, and these peaches are Shen Yuan's only source of income this year.

But now, hundreds of ragged refugees have gathered in the orchard, frantically snatching peaches from the trees, whether ripe or unripe. Some are even breaking off entire peach tree branches to carry away.

The entire orchard is about to be ruined by them.

When Shen Yuan arrived, he was filled with rage upon seeing the devastation in the orchard!

"stop!"

A roar filled with the extreme rage of a martial artist resounded through the orchard, instantly stunning the refugees who were snatching peaches. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked over with some fear.

"Put down the peaches in your hands now and get out of the orchard immediately, and I can forgive and forget about it."

Shen Yuanqiang suppressed his anger and said coldly.

Zhao Shuan and Shen Wen'an, who had caught up from behind, stood silently beside him, watching the refugees warily.

There are hundreds of refugees in front of us. If we don't handle this well, they could attack us all at once, and someone could die.

The refugees in the garden felt Shen Yuan's imposing aura and looked at each other in dismay. Some of the more timid ones even dropped the peaches they were holding and prepared to leave.

But most of the refugees did not make a move. They had been starving for many days, and now that they suddenly saw so many tempting peaches, how could they easily give them up?

“Shen Yuan, we are all fellow villagers. Everyone has suffered from natural disasters and is about to starve to death. These peaches can save their lives.”

"You have so many fruits in your orchard, it wouldn't hurt for us to pick a few."

As the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a young man wearing a long robe with slightly disheveled hair stepped forward.

His words immediately drew agreement from the displaced people.

"That's right, we're so hungry, please have mercy on us."

"My child hasn't eaten for days!"

"You have so many peaches in your orchard, what harm would it do to give us some?"

"They're all from Yunshui Town, we can't be so ruthless..."

"Don't worry about him, there are more of us than he can do anything!"

The clamor grew louder and louder, and some emboldened refugees climbed the peach tree again right in front of Shen Yuan and frantically picked the peaches.

"Ah Yuan, what do we do now?"

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Zhao Shuan became somewhat frightened.

There were hundreds of refugees, but they only had two people... or rather, two and a half.

Seeing his painstakingly cultivated fruit trees being wantonly destroyed by these people, Shen Yuan could no longer suppress his anger and rushed forward with his hoe!

Bang!
The nearest middle-aged migrant was frantically grabbing peaches from a tree when Shen Yuan struck him on the back with a hoe. He screamed and rolled away.

"I hit someone!"

"I hit someone!"

"Everyone, let's attack together and kill this heartless bastard!"

"In the face of natural disaster, to have so much food and just watch our families starve to death is utterly inhumane!"

Accompanied by the middle-aged man's shouts, the other refugees were instantly awakened to their malice, and carrying wooden sticks, Shi Tou rushed towards Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan raised his hoe, preparing for a fierce battle.

Swish!
A long sword suddenly flashed past, piercing through one of the refugees charging at the front!
The refugee held the wooden stick high, staring in disbelief at the long sword thrusting up from below his chest. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally breathed his last.

The refugees who were about to rush up behind him were all terrified when they saw this scene.

The blood-stained longsword was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the raging malice in the hearts of the refugees!

"Murder...murder!?"

"How dare he...!?"

"What a cruel little brat!"

The corpse slowly fell to the ground. Shen Wen'an's eyes were sinister, like a venomous snake, as he stared intently at the refugee in front of him and slowly pulled his long sword out of the corpse.

pat!

*Plop!* Blood dripped from the sword, and an eerie silence fell over the scene.

“They stole our things and even tried to hurt my father.”

"You all deserve to die!"

Although his voice was still childish, it was chilling to hear, even though he was usually quiet.

Shen Yuan frowned as he watched his son's retreating figure, a hint of worry rising in his heart, but also a sense of relief.

This kid broke through to the Acquired Realm a month ago. Although he's not very old, his swordsmanship is quite sharp.

Now that things have come to this point, he naturally has to stand up for his son.

Shen Yuan strode forward, carrying a hoe, and stood in front of Shen Wen'an. He said coldly, "I'll say it again: put down the peaches you're holding and get out of here immediately!"

The refugees, already stunned by what had just happened, were terrified by Shen Yuan's outburst. They dropped their peaches and fled in panic.

The orchard returned to calm.

Shen Wen'an, pale-faced, squatted in front of a peach tree and vomited.

His hand holding the sword was trembling violently.

Shen Yuan squatted down beside him, gently patting his back, unsure of what to say for a moment.

"Do you regret it?"

Shen Wen'an wiped the filth from the corner of his mouth and shook his head with a firm gaze.

"They deserve to die if they try to hit Father."

"Come again, son, do you dare to draw your sword again?"

Seeing his expression, Shen Yuan sighed softly and patted his head.

"Go wait in the shade, Uncle Zhao and I will take care of it."

Shen Wen'an nodded, picked up the longsword, and walked towards the orchard's pergola.

"Ah Yuan, someone died, won't they report it to the authorities?"

Zhao Shuan carried a shovel, his face full of worry.

He never expected that this trip would result in a death, and he never expected that Shen Wen'an, who was only six years old, would dare to kill someone!
"It's alright, they won't dare."

The orchard was his private property. These refugees broke in, damaged his property, and even tried to assault him. They deserved to be killed in self-defense.

Besides, they were all accomplices; if they went to the authorities, they would be the first to be arrested.

The laws of the Great Yu state that during times of disaster, anyone who loots another's property will be severely punished. Unless they are stupid, these people will not go to the authorities to report it.

"Brother Shuan, let's dispose of this body."

Looking at the lifeless refugees on the ground, Shen Yuan spoke.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Shuan used his shovel to dig a hole on the spot and buried the body in the orchard.

After finishing all this, Shen Yuan clapped his hands: "Brother Shuan, about Wen An's murder..."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone!" Zhao Shuan knew this very well.

Even if the government doesn't pursue this matter, what will people think if word gets out that a five-year-old child killed someone with a sword?
They insist that the youngest son of the Shen family is a demon reincarnated!

The Shen family had treated them well, and he was clear-headed about this.

"Thank you very much, Brother Shuan. Now I will have to trouble you to go back and ask Yu Fen and the others to come and help me put all these peaches away."

The entire orchard was a mess, ravaged by the refugees. If the peaches weren't dealt with quickly, they would all rot on the ground.

Although the refugees were driven away, the losses were still significant.

Shen Yuan was somewhat annoyed. He should have picked all the peaches earlier, so that the orchard without fruit wouldn't attract the attention of the refugees.

When Hu Yufen and the others arrived, Shen Yuan simply explained that he had scared away the refugees, but the orchard had been destroyed.

Without giving it much thought, everyone helped pick up the peaches scattered all over the orchard and carry them back to the cave.

Damaged peaches were picked out and used as part of the group's daily food, while intact ones were set aside separately.

Wait a few days until the mud on the road dries, then transport it out and sell it as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)