Chapter 3

On Bolan Street in Donglan City, a spectacle appeared.

More than a dozen people looking like stewards and seventy or eighty old, weak, women, and children were tied up on the side of the street, looking pitiful.

Both sides of the street were filled with people watching the fun.

"What is this for?"

"Isn't that bearded man one of the Heng family's old stewards, Kong San Ye? This clearly looks like he's being punished by a Heng family disciple!"

"Even if he's being punished, it shouldn't be on the street. Although Kong San Ye and the others are servants, they are still people with status!"

"Don't you see who is on the carriage? Heng Xian, the only son of Second Master Heng. This guy is a notorious scoundrel!"

"His health has actually improved. It's not strange if it's him!"

"Hahaha..."

"Hand over all the Heng family's spirit crystals!"

On the carriage, Heng Xian looked fiercely at the group of people including Grand Steward Kong San Ye under the carriage.

Kong San Ye was almost crying: "What do you need so many spirit crystals for?"

"My father and I control the Heng family's wealth, we have the final say, it has nothing to do with you!" Heng Xian said.

Kong San Ye gritted his teeth: "Impossible. As the Grand Steward, I must be diligent and responsible. Even if I die, die on this road, and be spat upon by ten thousand people, I cannot watch you mess around!"

Heng Xian had long expected that these stewards would not listen, so he fully exerted his nature as a wicked young master and waved his hand: "Come, throw his family into the latrine!"

"Yes!" Several retainers not far away began to drag people.

"Fine! This old servant agrees!" Kong San Ye's face was ashen. This Young Master Xian is the type who does what he says.

After all, working for the master, he can't sacrifice his own family. After the fact, he can just push the blame onto him.

The other stewards also had a look of sorrow. It's over, Young Master Xian is going to ruin the Heng family to death!

Soon, all of the Heng family's reserve crystals—one thousand upper-grade spirit crystals, ten thousand medium-grade spirit crystals, and fifty thousand low-grade spirit crystals—were all pushed over by the retainers in carts.

Heng Xian calculated. One upper-grade spirit crystal equals ten medium-grade spirit crystals, and one medium-grade spirit crystal equals ten low-grade spirit crystals. By this calculation, there were 700,000 low-grade spirit crystals in total.

The Heng family is indeed very poor!

Let's just do this for now!

With a wave of his hand: "Buy all Seven Cliff Grass and transport it to my medicine warehouse at home!"

"Yes!" Fifty retainers split into thirty people and followed orders without hesitation.

Seven Cliff Grass?

The group of stewards couldn't help but gasp.

Kong San Ye endured and endured, but still couldn't help it: "Young Master Xian, if you bought something else, this old servant wouldn't say anything, but Seven Cliff Grass, this thing matures every two months, and it's hard to sell even normally. Why are you buying so much of this cheap, rotten stuff?"

Heng Xian rubbed his thumb and made up a reason: "I recently took a new concubine, she loves to bathe in Seven Cliff Grass, I'm preparing to let her swim in Seven Cliff Grass!"

He didn't plan to act secretly. With such a big commotion, it couldn't be hidden. Instead of being suspicious by acting sneakily,

it's better to use his identity as a wicked young master to mess around on the street. Instead, it won't cause other families to have early warnings and compete with him for business!

The group of stewards instantly turned pale. Take... the entire family's reserve spirit crystals... to bathe a concubine?!

Young Master Xian, terrifying indeed!!!

The Heng family's massive purchase of "Seven Cliff Grass" soon caused a stir in the city.

The stewards in charge of wealth and resources from the City Lord's Ye family, the Xiao family, the Li family, and even the fifth-ranked Sun family were collectively stunned. What does it mean to buy such rotten stuff as Seven Cliff Grass?

The City Lord's Mansion's Huichun Hall is the hall for the City Lord Ye family's resources and wealth. The person in charge of the hall is the City Lord's fourth son, Ye Xuan.

At this time, he was tapping on the table and looking at the row of stewards kneeling below: "What kind of ghost is the Heng family playing?"

A steward smiled and replied: "It's not the Heng family playing ghosts, I heard that Heng De's son has recovered and came out to mess around!"

"Oh?" Ye Xuan had also heard of Heng Xian and asked with interest: "That guy who 'serves eighteen at night'? How is he messing around?"

The steward smiled: "It is said that he took a concubine, and that concubine likes to bathe in Seven Cliff Grass. To win a beauty's smile, this kid

took advantage of his father being away to force the stewards to take out all 700,000 of the Heng family's reserve low-grade spirit crystals to buy Seven Cliff Grass!"

"All the spirit crystals? So abnormal?" Ye Xuan frowned and thought for a long time, but really couldn't think of any other possibility. After all, Seven Cliff Grass is too common. Which of the five major families doesn't have thirty or fifty thousand acres of it?

He narrowed his eyes and asked: "How long until the next Seven Cliff Grass harvest period?"

The steward replied: "Less than seven days!"

It seems there is no conspiracy, just a farce by a prodigal son. Ye Xuan laughed loudly: "Very good! Notify the Xiao family and the Li family, and also inform the Sun family. While Heng De is away and the Heng family elders haven't reacted,

dump all the Seven Cliff Grass inventory and trap that kid Heng Xian's spirit crystals. Don't let them get back a single one of the 700,000!"

"Yes!"

The carriage was on the way back.

Watching carts and carts of "Seven Cliff Grass" being pulled back to the Heng family, while the other four major families and some small families and small pill workshops took the opportunity to sell desperately, Heng Xian laughed until his back teeth showed.

The maid Su Wan'er frowned slightly and advised: "Young Master, will something go wrong if you do this?"

She was originally a top courtesan from a brothel, snatched back by Heng Xian. Her appearance and talent were not lacking. Although she was a maid, she could be considered the young master's confidante.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Heng Xian said coldly.

Su Wan'er's pretty face turned pale, and she quickly accompanied him with a smile: "This slave knows she was wrong, shall this slave play the flute for the Young Master?"

Now it was Heng Xian's turn to be stunned: "You can play the flute?"

Su Wan'er nodded: "Wan'er's flute-playing skills are excellent. The Young Master always falls asleep comfortably every time!"

Heng Xian's heart fluttered: "Then give it a try, but keep the intensity low. I'm only 15, still growing!"

Su Wan'er was stunned for a moment, but still nodded: "Okay!"

As she said this, she took out a flute from the side and played melodiously. The intensity of the music was indeed not very high.

Heng Xian: "????"

Just at this moment, a commotion and scolding suddenly came from outside.

A Gou, who was following the carriage, immediately reported: "Young Master, it seems to be Sun Bufan, the only son of Sun Liu Ye, who is in charge of wealth for the Sun family, kidnapping a woman on the street!"

Heng Xian instinctively frowned. The behavior is really too bad!

Then he heard A Gou say excitedly: "Young Master, are we going to participate? The little one is already eager to move!"

Heng Xian was stunned. Okay, he forgot that he is also this kind of person!

He pulled open the curtain and looked outside. He saw the street ahead was full of people, and in the middle, a dozen experts were surrounding and capturing a white-clothed woman with decent cultivation.

Beside her was a luxurious carriage with a fifteen or sixteen-year-old fat boy sitting on it, wearing a wicked smile.

The woman looked good, with a slender figure and a pretty face.

However, Heng Xian's gaze was entirely on the fat boy.

The five major families of Donglan City: the City Lord's Ye family, the Xiao family, the Li family, the Heng family, and the Sun family!

Every family will always produce some stupid direct descendants who are not suitable for cultivation!

This fat boy Sun Bufan is exactly the same as him, and the two are birds of a feather, with a very iron-clad relationship!

Very good! The matter of collecting a maiden's first period, which is so lacking in integrity, will be left to this brother to handle!

Thinking of this, he shouted loudly: "You wicked thief, kidnapping a woman on the street, is there any royal law? Is there any law? You are really shameless!"

A Gou, Su Wan'er, and all the onlookers were stunned.

Some elderly onlookers who were already filled with righteous indignation were immediately moved: "Finally, a big shot has stepped in to uphold justice. There is still justice in the world!"

Who knew they would hear Heng Xian say again: "This is my territory. If anyone is going to kidnap, it's me. Little ones, go!"

The remaining twenty retainers around the carriage were already used to it. They responded and, led by A Gou, waved their knives and dived over.

The elderly were instantly stunned, then beat their chests and stomped their feet, shouting that the world is unfair!

When the fat boy Sun Bufan saw this, he brought a few personal guards and ran over with a strange smile, leaning on the carriage window: "Master Xian, when did you recover? You didn't even say hello. Brother is sending you two baskets of second-grade monster wind chicken eggs!"

"You're really generous!" Heng Xian glanced at the white-clothed woman and cursed: "This chick is very average, no chest, no butt!"

Sun Bufan chuckled: "Different strokes for different folks. I'm going back to drip wax tonight, do you want to join?"

"I want an egg, no!" Heng Xian lowered his voice, "Young Master Sun, help me do something, I'll give you a reward of ten thousand low-grade spirit crystals!"

Sun Bufan's small eyes instantly lit up: "Speak, whether it's catching monsters on the mountain or turtles in the sea, I, Sun Laojiu, the Tyrant of Women, will not refuse!"

Heng Xian lowered his voice: "It's not that troublesome. A maiden's first period, you, Sun Laojiu, the Tyrant of Women, should understand. Get as much as you can, but don't mix in fakes. Don't get the ones from little sisters-in-law!"

"You actually like this after you got better? Small matter, I'll get you half a water vat of pure stuff!" Sun Bufan patted his chest.

(End of chapter)