C71 The Grief of the World

Looking at the raised lips of Long Chenhao, Mu Yu asked with a smile: "Young Noble, why are you so happy about that?"

"Someone's going to send me money. Say, should I be happy?"

"Ugh …" Hearing Long Chenhao's words, it was as if Mu Yu had seen a sad youth.

"Why did you guys return so quickly? Where is everyone else?" Where did you guys take it? " Seeing his empty hands, Lin Jinglei's anger could be said to have disappeared.

"Young master, I think that the young master is also one of the major powers, so he doesn't dare to be too domineering." One of his subordinates explained to Lin Jinglei.

"Fuck, I don't dare to be so f * cking powerful. What is this? Tell me what the hell is this?" Lin Jinglei pointed to his subordinates who were being supported, and kicked the subordinate in front of him flying. Although his mind was somewhat stupid, he would not be fooled so easily.

"What use do I have for you? I think you should all go to the border to train!"

After Lin Jinglei finished speaking, all of the subordinates around him kneeled down. The border region was a place where there was a high chance of survival, and sometimes, even death was a luxury.

"Young master, we have gained something this time. That person said to ask young master to meet with us at the pavilion outside Cloud City tonight." His subordinate hurriedly said to Lin Jinglei, afraid that this Young Master who had transformed into a Wuchang would actually send him to that land of life and death.

"Have this young master personally go see him, could it be that your brains have all been damaged?" When Lin Jinglei thought about the clothes her beloved recommended for her, and even needed her to personally beg Long Chenhao for, the rage in her heart burned hotter and hotter.

The subordinates who were kneeling on the ground were all feeling gloomy, none of them dared to offend the two of them, if the Young Noble with extraordinary skills came from a powerful clan, he would definitely be in trouble, but offending this foolish brat, the one-legged Lin Jinglei, would definitely not be beneficial for him.

After thinking about it, his subordinate said to Lin Jinglei: "Young master, with your status, why do you need to lower yourself to the level of those common people? We might as well give him some face first, if his clothes are damaged by those mediocre people, it would truly be a loss."

When Lin Jinglei heard his subordinate's words, he couldn't think of any good ideas based on his stupidity. He couldn't help but be moved by it, "Yeah, what's my face compared to her choosing things for me?"

"All of you can get up. As for whether or not you want to fight your way to the border, that will depend on your performance."

Hearing Lin Jinglei's words, one of his subordinates let out a huge breath, and it could be said that he had dodged the attack. However, when he thought of that mysterious youth, he felt a headache. Even though he had fooled this foolish young master, it did not mean that the youth would fall for his tricks. At that time, he would have to think of a foolproof plan.

After tormenting himself, Long Chenhao did not continue to stroll with Mu Yu on the road. After finding a place to stay, they brought Mu Yu to a small market beside Cloud City. There was not much time left until sunset.

The various noises around the market caused one's heart to become restless. Long Chenhao and Mu Yu, after cultivating the Divine Abstraction, had also calmed down quite a bit, to the point that they were not disturbed at all.

This was the daily life of an ordinary person. The path of cultivation was not easy, and not everyone was lucky enough to walk the path of cultivation. In the entire continent, ordinary people and those without talent eventually accounted for the vast majority.

This group of people's status in life could be considered to be the lowest, just like the Underground Bank. Ordinary people were not qualified to enter some of the crown teacher's places of consumption. They tended to do jobs that the mighty grand coroner was not willing to do. Just like the servants in the teahouse that Long Chenhao had seen before, and the hooligans in the Underground Bank, they relied on their own characteristics to serve the crown teacher.

"Young master, what are we doing here? Do you have something that you need?" Mu Yu looked around at the noisy surroundings and asked Long Chenhao curiously.

"What, do you feel that coming to a place like this is detrimental to your identity?" Long Chenhao saw that Mu Yu was continuously sizing up her surroundings, and for some reason, a hint of anger appeared in her heart. In her eyes, crown teacher was equal to ordinary people, and towards those who treated ordinary people as ants, Long Chenhao felt extremely annoyed, so he asked Mu Yu.

Mu Yu's heart quivered when Long Long Chenhao asked this question. After that, she realized her own problem and hurriedly said to Long Chenhao: "Young Master, you're mistaken. Mu Yu has lived in this kind of market since she was young. It's just that it's been a long time since I've been back in a place like this.

Listening to Mu Yu's explanation, Long Chenhao's heart started to ease a little, and at the same time, he had a few questions. She clearly knew that Mu Yu would not think that way, why would she still be angry at him? Could it be that it was because of her recent slow cultivation of the Divine Abstraction that made her state of mind fluctuate?

Long Chenhao and Mu Yu's appearances were clearly different from that of ordinary people. When the audience saw the two's appearance and their clothes, they knew that they were definitely not commoners but respectable crown teacher, and quickly lowered their heads in fear, not daring to look directly at them. To the crown teacher, they were like ants. Even if one killed dozens of people in a row, as long as one did not go overboard, the Empire would not interfere.

Long Chenhao looked at the people around him and felt that it was weird, but he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. The reason he had planned to come here this time, was because he had thought of his previous experience with Lan Yun. That experience had left a deep impression on them, and the strength of two dignified crown teacher s had actually fallen into a hunting trap in succession.

For the sake of safety, Long Chenhao had planned to properly learn this method from that young master tonight. After all, the Lin Family was a very well-known existence in the entire continent, and the subordinates of their young master would definitely not be as useless as Zheng Qing.

"An easy hoe to use, and easy to use as well!"

"Fishing net, net does not reveal, every net must have something, strong and durable, quickly come take a look."

"Fresh fruits and vegetables, all cheap now."

"…"

The hawkers in the surrounding area kept hawking their wares, bringing about a new kind of prosperity.

Mu Yu quietly followed beside Long Chenhao, and was extremely curious in her heart. What exactly did she, as a gongzi, plan to come here?

Even Mu Yu himself didn't know that, currently, she was falling into a deep trap for Long Chenhao. When he was sad, she would feel sad, and when he was happy, she would feel happy as well.

When he praised himself, his heart was as sweet as if he had eaten honey. But when he reprimanded himself, even if it wasn't his fault, he would blame himself again and again. Even if he did not know what was on his mind, even if he did not have any good feelings towards himself, he still did not have any bad feelings towards her.

After a few tries of searching, Long Chenhao finally found what he was looking for through the crowd.

"Uncle, how much is this thing?" Long Chenhao pointed to the rope and asked. Next to the rope were many traps, as well as various kinds of strange net bags.

The middle-aged man who was sleeping soundly slowly woke up under Long Chenhao's shouts. His business was really poor today, not even having a single person to ask about it after a day had passed. It could be said that Long Chenhao was his first customer today.

The middle-aged man who had slightly narrowed his eyes slowly opened them. When he saw Long Chenhao in front of him, he immediately stood up.

The crown teacher was a profession that made people respect him throughout the entire continent. Although this middle-aged man had never seen the crown teacher before, looking at the way Long Chenhao and Mu Yu were dressed, he could guess that they were the crown teacher.

Looking at the middle-aged man's actions, Long Chenhao said with a slightly apologetic expression: "Uncle, you don't have to be nervous, I just want to buy some things from you."

The nervousness in the middle-aged man's heart did not lessen because of Long Chenhao's words. He trembled and said, "Lord Crown ~ crown teacher, just directly take whatever you want."

Long Chenhao was a little dissatisfied in his heart, not because of the middle-aged man's neglect, but because of their servility, and the fact that he did not suppress them in any way, they had become like this. It seemed that even though they were ordinary people in Ancient Kingdom of Di Ran, their status did not change, or rather, the thoughts in their minds did not.

Long Chenhao squatted down and looked at the items around him, continuously picking out the ones that could be used according to his plan.

Mu Yu had a rough idea of what Long Chenhao was trying to do, but she suspected that these traps could really be used against wild beasts.

The middle-aged man continued to sweat cold sweat as he stood on the plate. Although he didn't know much about the crown teacher, he had heard quite a few legends about him.

These legends would usually contain some negative messages, such as that the crown teacher did not know how to kill people, and in order to vent their anger, he had killed everyone in the village.

There were even some powerful crown teacher s who didn't even need to act to kill someone. As time passed, the crown teacher did not have a good reputation amongst the ordinary people. Especially those who had not interacted much with the crown teacher, their hearts were filled with fear.