The Sword God of the Universe-Chapter 67 - Wanting to Cry, But No Tears

Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Wanting to Cry, But No Tears

Chapter 67 -67: Wanting to Cry, But No Tears

“As for architecture, I really don’t understand much!”

After a moment of thought, Jing Yan shook his head.

“Young Master Jing Yan, about this…

may I go find someone to fix the weapon shop later?

I guarantee it will be as good as new,” Jing Mingyang said, his face turning from green to pale, incredibly nervous.

When he heard Jing Yan say he didn’t understand architecture, he quickly forced a smile and spoke up.

He certainly hadn’t forgotten that just a moment ago, because he had delayed business at the Radiant Weapon Shop for a bit, Jing Yan demanded he compensate with two thousand four hundred Spirit Stones!

How much would he have to compensate for the damage to the weapon shop?

Before acting, of course he didn’t care.

Would he just compensate because Jing Yan said so?

He wasn’t a fool.

But now, he really didn’t dare not to compensate.

Jing Yan had even beaten Jing Yuqin until she looked like a pig’s head; if he were to be disrespectful, he might have to lie in bed for several months himself.

Thinking of this, Jing Mingyang shuddered with fear.

“How could I possibly inconvenience you?”

“Let’s not, I can’t delay your time any further!” Jing Yan smiled brilliantly, showing off his pearly white teeth.

“Alright then, I won’t calculate meticulously.

Let’s just settle it the same as the business losses for the weapon shop, two thousand four hundred Spirit Stones it is,” Jing Yan said with a wave of his hand.

Hearing Jing Yan’s words, Jing Mingyang almost fainted from the shock.

Just a little damage to the weapon shop’s walls required compensation of over two thousand Spirit Stones?

Damn it, even selling the entire shop wouldn’t come close to that value!

Jing Mingyang, with a desire to cry but no tears.

“Building damage two thousand four, business loss two thousand four.

Adding that up…

well, let’s make it five thousand Spirit Stones,” Jing Yan said with a smile.

“Ah?” Jing Mingyang let out a sound almost subconsciously.

What?

Two thousand four plus two thousand four makes five thousand Spirit Stones?

Damn it, how in the world did you calculate that?

Where did those extra two hundred Spirit Stones come from?

“Young Master Jing Yan, two thousand four hundred plus two thousand four hundred…” Jing Mingyang mustered his courage, trying to correct him.

“Hm?” Jing Yan’s presence slightly intensified, his previously breezy smile vanished in an instant, turning solemn.

Jing Mingyang felt a chill go through him and quickly shut his mouth.

“Five thousand Spirit Stones, bring them out.

I still have to participate in the competition, I don’t have much time to waste,” Jing Yan said, squinting his eyes at Jing Mingyang.

“But…

but I don’t have that many Spirit Stones on me,” Jing Mingyang said with a facial expression like someone with constipation.

“How many do you have?” Jing Yan asked.

“Only, only about one thousand or so Spirit Stones,” Jing Mingyang recalled.

“Hm, bring out what you have first.

As for the rest of the Spirit Stones, I’ll give you two days to get them ready, then hand them over to Uncle Chenxing.

If you think you can dismiss my words, you can try that too,” Jing Yan’s eyes moved slightly.

Jing Mingyang, trembling slightly, took out all the Spirit Stones he had on hand, indeed only about one thousand two hundred.

“Jing Mingyang, from now on, if anyone affects Uncle Chenxing’s business in the Square again, I will settle accounts with you, remember that,” Jing Yan’s voice sounded dispassionate.

“Alright, you can get lost now.

Oh, and put all these materials back in the shop exactly as they were before you leave,” Jing Yan commanded with another gesture.

Jing Mingyang felt as if another ten thousand horses were galloping through his heart, oppressively uncomfortable.

But now, he didn’t dare to speak another word of nonsense.

Accompanied by the Square’s guards, he moved all the materials that had been taken out of the shop back inside again.

Afterward, he vanished into the alley without even a glance at Jing Yuqin.

Jing Yuqin was sporting a swollen face like a pig’s head at this time.

She, too, tried to slip away quietly.

“Jing Yuqin, did I say you could leave?” Jing Yan said with a smile.

Jing Yuqin’s body seemed to freeze in place.

“You…

What more do you want?” Jing Yuqin turned her head, her eyes brimming with tears.

She had lived for decades, yet she had never suffered such humiliation and grievance as she had today.

“Forget it, seeing you like this, I won’t stoop to your level.

Get lost.

Oh, and take Jing Chuanling with you.” Jing Yan said with a look of disgust.

Jing Yuqin hurriedly walked away.

Meanwhile, the martial artists who were watching the scene in shock gradually began to disperse.

The news of Jing Yan beating Jing Yuqin to a pulp had already spread throughout West District Square and was now spreading to the rest of Donglin City.

“Jing Yan, you…

might be in trouble!

Are you prepared for what the Great Elder might do?” Jing Chenxing said to Jing Yan, a hint of worry in his voice.

“Uncle Chenxing, don’t worry about it.

It won’t be so easy for the Great Elder to come after me.

Here, take these Spirit Stones,” Jing Yan said affably to Jing Chenxing.

“How can that be!” Jing Chenxing shook his head repeatedly.

“Uncle Chenxing, with these Spirit Stones, plus the ones we’ll get as compensation from Jing Mingyang making up five thousand, you could rent a bigger weapon shop.

Your craftsmanship is excellent.

As long as you have a shop in a good location, business will surely be booming,” Jing Yan said with a smile.

“That still won’t do.

How could I take your Spirit Stones!

Jing Yan, don’t say another word.

I will not accept these Spirit Stones,” Jing Chenxing refused firmly.

Jing Yan frowned.

Then his thoughts turned, and he smiled again, “Uncle Chenxing, how about this?

You’ll manage a weapon shop, and these Spirit Stones can be considered as a share in it.

How does that sound?”

“Oh?” Jing Chenxing’s eyes flickered slightly when he heard this.

Jing Chenxing had once been one of the more outstanding disciples of the Jing Family.

Ever since he lost a leg, he had almost never set foot in the Jing Family Mansion.

But to say he was willing to simply let himself sink was not true.

He simply hadn’t had a good opportunity.

If he had those five thousand Spirit Stones…

Jing Chenxing began to consider the idea.

“Alright, that works.

Jing Yan, rest assured, I will make the weapon shop successful,” Jing Chenxing said emphatically.

“Good, I believe in your abilities, Uncle Chenxing,” Jing Yan nodded, “Now, it’s time for me to sign up for the family competition.

Brother Qing Yan, shall we go?”

“Ah?

Okay, sure!” Jing Qingyan was still somewhat dazed, as everything he had witnessed today felt like a dream.

How could Jing Yan’s strength have become so formidable?

The guards with Martial Arts Ninth Layer Heaven Cultivation were like chicks, helpless against Jing Yan.

…

Jing Family, the square!

This was an extremely vast square.

At this moment, the square was packed with a multitude of Jing Family members, forming a dense crowd.

The once-every-five-years family competition was about to begin.

For the young Jing Family Disciples, the competition was an excellent opportunity to prove themselves.

Moreover, they could also obtain enormous resource rewards.

Even those Jing Family members who were not participating in the competition had come to watch if they didn’t have any pressing matters, eager to witness the event.

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