The Sword God of the Universe-Chapter 602: Anger [Five Updates]

With the shouts of curses, there also came low cries of sobbing.

"Old man, why can’t you understand? Our young master has taken a liking to your granddaughter, and that’s her blessing. You should ask around, how many women in Donglin City are willing to even shave their heads just for a chance to enter the Jing Family!"

"Oh, you damned old fool, still not letting go, huh? Want to die, do you? Grandpa here will grant your wish today!"

The shrill cries of scolding were incessant.

The more Jing Yan heard from outside, the angrier he became.

What scoundrels dared to impersonate the Jing Family!

Although Jing Yan previously felt some changes might have occurred within the Jing Family, he still found it hard to believe that anyone from the Jing Family would openly snatch a civilian girl.

Even the Zhao Family, which had been eradicated by Jing Yan, seemed never to have committed such an act in broad daylight.

Jing Yan really didn’t want to believe that the events happening among the crowd were related to the Jing Family.

"Everyone, can you please make way? I want to see if they are indeed from the Jing Family," Jing Yan called to the crowd blocking his path.

Hearing Jing Yan’s voice, many people turned around, some looking at him in astonishment.

"Who are you?" someone asked, frowning.

These people did not recognize Jing Yan.

Donglin City today had grown several times larger than a few years ago, and its population had multiplied significantly. It was normal for them not to have seen Jing Yan; even during the earlier days in Donglin City, most people had never seen him in person. Of course, they should have heard of his name.

"I heard you mentioning that some young master from the Jing Family was abducting someone. I can hardly believe it; why would anyone from the Jing Family do such a thing?" Jing Yan did not reveal his identity.

"Ha, it seems you still think highly of the Jing Family!"

"Well, just go in and see for yourself. But I’m telling you now that they really are from the Jing Family. You’d better be careful with your words, or you won’t even know how you die," one person seemed to kindly warn Jing Yan.

"Thank you so much!" Jing Yan bowed his hands in thanks.

The crowd parted slightly, and though the gap was not large, Jing Yan could easily squeeze through.

At the center, several thugs who looked like ruffians surrounded an old man and his young granddaughter.

The old man wore a blue cloth robe filled with patches. The young girl beside him wore a light green dress, also patched in several places, but the dress was clean.

As the people outside had discussed, the girl indeed had a graceful appearance, with clear brows, bright eyes, a flush of red lips, and white teeth. However, this young girl looked to be barely twelve or thirteen years old. Although her physique seemed well developed, her true age couldn’t escape Jing Yan’s discerning eyes.

"Sirs, I beg you..."

"Please spare my granddaughter! We... we only came to the city to sell some furs, and haven’t sold them yet. I won’t sell them anymore. I will take my granddaughter out of the city right now, and we will never enter the city again," tears flowed from the old man’s clouded eyes.

He knelt on the ground, clinging to the leg of one thug. The young girl was held by another thug, a bald ruffian. She seemed frightened out of her wits, crying but biting her lip so hard it turned white, and she didn’t utter a word.

Next to the old man was a gray bundle. The bundle was large, and one could see various colored animal furs peeking out from it.

In areas outside of Donglin City, many villages housed hunters. Hunters would kill beasts, consume the meat, but keep the fur, accumulating it to sell in Donglin City in exchange for life necessities.

The life of a commoner was mostly bitter and hard, incomparable to that of a Martial Artist.

In this world, the vast majority were commoners, with Martial Artists comprising only a small fraction, probably less than ten percent.

Inside Donglin City, many commoners lived alongside a generally high proportion of Martial Artists, and the commoners who could afford to live in the city were mostly wealthier.

Poor commoners could only gather outside the city.

Jing Yan could see that the old man had several footprints on him, clearly indicating that he had been kicked multiple times before, and there was even blood at the corner of his mouth. However, as the old man was a hunter by origin, his body was still relatively robust; otherwise, he might have been kicked to death already.

"Old fool, it seems you really are tired of living. I’ve been talking to you for so long and yet you still don’t get it! Fine, I’ll kill you right now!"

The thug, whose leg was being held, furiously drew a longsword and was about to stab the old man.

"Grandpa..." At that moment, the young girl cried out. In her eyes appeared a certain resolve, the previous fear now completely vanished.

Jing Yan had seen this look many times before; he knew that the young girl had made up her mind to face death.

When a person is not even afraid of death, what else would they fear? Perhaps, she was now only worried about her grandfather’s safety.

"Old fool, die!" The thug truly raised his longsword, aiming it at the old man.

"Stop!" Jing Yan shouted angrily.

This time, Jing Yan was truly furious.

Even in the Splendid Pill Tower, when Jing Yan heard of Jing Shanqu’s actions, he had not been as angry as he was now.

Jing Yan never believed that the lives of Martial Artists were superior to those of commoners.

Seeing those thugs not only kidnapping in broad daylight but also attempting to kill, how could Jing Yan not be furious?

Because of this anger, Jing Yan was even upset with the current Donglin City Lord, Jing Tianying. Jing Tianying, being the Donglin City Lord, actually allowed such rogues to run rampant, which clearly marked him as unqualified for his position, or at least suggestive of inaction.

But for now, the most important thing was to rescue this grandfather and granddaughter. As for addressing the matter with Jing Tianying, that could wait until later.

Startled by Jing Yan’s shout, the thugs paused for a moment.

Apparently, they had never expected someone to suddenly confront them. They had been running wild in Donglin City for so long and had never met anyone who interfered.

The glances of several thugs immediately turned towards Jing Yan.

Jing Yan stepped forward a few paces, looking at the grandfather and granddaughter.

"Old man, are you alright?" Jing Yan tried to muster a smile on his face.

"You little brat, was it you who told us to stop? Trying to meddle in others’ affairs?"

"Scoundrel, do you know who we are?" The thug holding the longsword exuded a faint energy fluctuation, indicating he was a Postnatal Realm Martial Artist.

"I’m asking you, why are you impersonating members of the Jing Family to do evil?" Jing Yan’s expression changed as he stared at the thug and demanded.

"Impersonating the Jing Family?"

"Hahaha... So, you really don’t know who we are! I was just saying, in Donglin City, who would dare to meddle in the Jing Family’s business?"

"You little bastard, get your eyes checked! Let me tell you, grandpa here is from the Jing Family, and my young master is the Jing Family’s Jing Xi!"

"You little scoundrel, daring to interfere with the Jing Family’s matters! You really don’t know how to die. Today, I’ll kill you and this old fool together!" The thug was incredibly arrogant.