Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 525 Relying on Power
Zhu Mansion.

"Master."

Qian Shiyao came to report:

"Zhou Yuanshan from the Zhou family has brought some people to request an audience."

"Zhou Yuanshan?" Zhu Ju turned his head.
"Third Uncle Ruxuan, what could he possibly want? Please invite them in!"

"Yes."

Qian Shiyao took her leave.

Not long after.

A group of several people entered the guest hall. Zhou Yuanshan was just accompanying the guests; the real guests were two others.

Both of them were young, but their imposing presence made people subconsciously ignore everyone else.

Zhu Ju stood up to greet him.

As his gaze swept over the crowd, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

"Senior Zhou, what brings you to my humble abode? You are truly a rare guest."

"Haha..." Zhou Yuanshan laughed loudly:

“Nephew, you are already married to Ruxuan and have started a family. You are no stranger to me, so there is no need for formalities.”

"Come!"

He extended his hand and beckoned:
"These two are talented young men from the Dao Seeking Sect. They have come to visit you at the Zhu residence today."

The Dao Seeking Sect?
No wonder!
At such an age and with such cultivation, he is indeed from a major martial arts sect.

Zhu Ju's heart stirred slightly, and he bowed respectfully.
"Several years ago, I, Zhu, met Miss Huang Ying of your sect and have always admired your sect. I never expected that such an honored guest would come to visit me today."

"please!"

"You two, please come in."

He gestured with his hand, his gaze falling on the two people behind him, and his expression subtly changed.

"Really!"

"Why are you here?"

Behind them, Zhu Zhenzhen was curled up, her head tucked in, looking terrified.

She was petite and deliberately hid, and Zhu Ju was so surprised by the newcomer's identity that he failed to notice her.

"Haha..." Zhou Yuanshan stroked his beard and laughed:

"It was quite a coincidence. On our way to the Zhu residence, we encountered some troublemakers on the street. We happened to see Miss Zhenzhen leading the Zhu family's guards to punish the wicked, so we brought her along."

"Nonsense!" Zhu Ju's eyes darkened slightly.
"What do you know, you're just a girl? Go back to the backyard and let your mother check if you're hurt."

"Brother!" Zhu Zhenzhen opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly felt a gust of wind hit her face and stopped in her tracks.

"Brother Zhu, you are mistaken."

A figure from the Dao Seeking Sect lightly waved his long sleeves and said:
"The so-called heroines are not inferior to men. If Senior Sister Huang heard you say that, she would probably not be happy."

"My name is Zhang Fang!"

"This is my senior brother, Pang Fei."

Zhang Fang and Pang Fei were unremarkable names, but no one present dared to underestimate them in the slightest.

They not only represented the Dao Seeking Sect, but their unsuppressed aura also demonstrated their cultivation level.

Rank 6!

A sixth-rank official in his early twenties!

In the past hundred years, there have probably only been one or two people in the entire Taiyuan Prefecture who can be compared with him.

"My younger sister is mischievous; you all must have found it amusing." Zhu Ju withdrew his gaze.
"Sit down and talk first."

"No need." Pang Fei waved his hand, his voice indifferent.

"Since you know Senior Sister Huang and introduced two people to the Dao Seeking Sect, we, your fellow disciples, were being polite and had someone inform you before we came."

"We have come to Taiyuan Prefecture on the orders of the Divine Dynasty to slay demons, and now we need your help."

“Hmm…” Zhu Ju’s expression remained unchanged:
"The lord of the manor recently ordered the payment of one year's worth of taxes, and I, Zhu, have already sent people to raise the funds."

"It certainly won't cause any problems!"

"That was your lord's request," Pang Fei sneered.
“Ours will be calculated separately. Since the Divine Dynasty doesn’t pay us, we can only squeeze money out of you.”

He made it sound like it was perfectly natural for him to make money.

"Oh!" Zhu Ju seemed to be deep in thought.
"What do you two need?"

"As far as I know, the Zhu family recently purchased a large quantity of rice, enough to feed several thousand people for over a month," Pang Fei said.
"Bring out these grains first."

"No!" Zhang Huzhang's expression changed drastically.

“Grain prices are changing three times a day. If the grain is taken away, what will the Zhu family do? They won’t be able to buy grain anywhere in the future.”

"Ok?"

Pang Fei turned his head slightly, his brows furrowed:
"Paws!"

"Snapped!"

Zhang Fang's figure swayed, and almost no one saw his movements clearly. Zhang Huyuan was lifted off the ground and flew up. After landing, he spat out blood, half of his cheek was swollen, and broken teeth were mixed in with the blood.

"Uncle Zhang!"

Zhu Zhenzhen exclaimed in surprise and was about to rush over when someone grabbed her shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, beauty." Zhang Fang chuckled softly.
"Your brother knows Senior Sister Huang, so we still have to give him face. No one will die."

"How old are you?" Zhu Zhenzhen's face was pale and her body was trembling.

"Good palm skills!"

Zhu Ju's voice was icy:

"As expected of someone from a major martial arts sect, they are truly arrogant and disdainful of others. I, Zhu, have seen it for myself."

"Crash..."

Before he finished speaking, the guards outside the door had already assembled, and an invisible pressure descended with a bang.

"Battle formation!"

Pang Fei's expression changed, and his eyes narrowed:

"You actually dare to keep a private army and train in battle formations?"

“Why not!” Ming Nianwei’s voice rang out. Dressed in white, she approached from behind, her sword, Fuyou, held at eyebrow level by her side. She coldly glanced at the two men and bowed to Zhu Ju.

"I am late, please forgive me."

"A mid-grade mage?" Pang Fei's skin tightened, his gaze falling on the Fuyou Sword, his eyes twitching.
"magic weapon!"

The Daoist Sect naturally has many Dharma Masters, including several fourth-rank Dharma Masters.

But they are rarely seen outside.

A mid-grade mage and a top-grade magic weapon—these are not bad people in the Dao Seeking Sect.

"how?"

Zhang Fang gripped Zhu Zhenzhen's shoulders and sneered:

"You want to rebel?"

Even when locked on by the sword intent of the flying sword and suppressed by the battle formation's energy, he remained fearless.

His expression became even more manic.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Zhou Yuanshan's face was flustered, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Stop! Stop!"

“Nephew Zhu, we need your grain to help the soldiers fighting the demons at the front, not to keep it for ourselves. The two young heroes of the Dao Seeking Sect still need to go back and report to their elders, so please don’t act impulsively and make a mistake.”

"Besides, in addition to your side, the martial arts guild and the Sanhe Gang also sent people there."

Zhu Ju squinted.

Zhou Yuanshan's words made it clear that the Dao Seeking Sect had sent more than just the two people in front of them; there were others as well.

There were even elders with more profound cultivation.

Even if things fall apart now and we gain the upper hand temporarily, there will be even bigger troubles to come.

"Nianwei".

"exist."

"Put down the flying sword."

"Yes."

Ming Nianwei responded, and with a light wave of her hand, the Fuyou Sword vanished without a trace.

“Since this is for an emergency response at the front lines, it is naturally my duty.” Zhu Ju waved his hand.
"Somebody come!"

"Open the granary."

A silence fell over the room, and then Zhang, the head guard, nodded vaguely.
"Yes."

Zhu Ju stepped forward and pulled Zhu Zhenzhen over.

"Go back to the backyard, go to your mother's!"

Zhang Fang was taken aback, glanced at his hand with some surprise, and then showed a disdainful sneer.

…………

on the street.

Zhang Fang glanced back at the Zhu family mansion gate and said:
"Senior Brother Pang, are we just going to let this go like this?"

"Zhu Ju does know Senior Sister Huang, and he even saved the Huang siblings; it's not good to completely sever ties," Pang Fei said indifferently.
"And you saw what happened just now; it's just that the two of us were no match for them."

"Hmph!" Zhang Fang snorted coldly.
"not necessarily!"

"Don't worry." Pang Fei glanced back.
"The Zhu residence..."

"How could a mere cloth merchant from a prefectural city possess such a background? Let's investigate his origins first."

“That Zhu Zhenzhen will not escape your grasp, junior brother.”

"Hehe..." Zhang Fang scratched his head and chuckled:
"I knew my senior brother understood me."

the other side.

In the guest hall of the Zhu residence, Zhu Ju frowned deeply, while the faces of the people below him were grim.

A servant just reported that the martial arts guild suffered heavy casualties.

In a mere disagreement, several martial arts school owners and members of the Daowen Sect were killed on the spot.

"The Dao Seeking Sect..."

Zhu Ju turned his head and looked at Ming Nianwei:

Are you familiar with this sect?

(End of this chapter)