"Big brother!" Several people quickly surrounded him to please him.
"Brother, we found a few fat sheep and are waiting for you to come so we can slaughter them."
One of the casual cultivators spoke up, pointing ahead and saying, "Brother, look, the three guys ahead have bought a lot of things along the way, and it seems like they have endless crystal stones. We guess that they must have more valuable things on them, and there are no adults to protect them. If we pick them, we will definitely make a lot of money!"
The casual cultivator in brocade clothes had a toothpick dangling from his mouth. He was thinking about something when he heard his men say that. He looked forward and was startled when he saw the three children.
"Brother, let's lead them into the alley ahead! These fat sheep can't get away." The man next to him didn't notice his slightly changed expression, and stared at the three children in front with greed, saying, "If it weren't for the trouble of selling those three brats, I would really want to put a sack on them and sell them off."
“Sell your head!” The brocade-clothed casual cultivator cursed and reached out to slap the casual cultivator on the head: “If you want to die, go by yourself, don’t drag me into it!”
“Brother, what’s the matter? Can’t we do something to them? They are just three kids…” The man was patted on the head, but he didn’t dare to fight back. He just lowered his head slightly and took a step back.
"When I went to eat earlier, I saw the oldest of the three kids in front of me. He was at the peak of the Golden Core stage, and he even knocked down an inner disciple of the Tianyang Sect. You dare to fight him? Aren't you courting death? Also, when I came here just now, I heard someone on the street saying that an inner disciple of the Tianyang Sect had died on West Street."
The brocade-robed casual cultivator said this with a thoughtful look in his eyes. He looked at the three children who were walking away and said, "These three children must be from some big sect or big family, and they are secretly protected by someone. You go and rob them? That would be courting death, right?"
Hearing this, the casual cultivators were so frightened that they broke out in cold sweats. Their palms felt cold as they patted their chests. “It was a close call. If it weren’t for Big Brother coming, I’m afraid they would have died here.”
Hao'er in front continued walking with his younger brother and sister. After walking for a distance, he glanced back and saw a few wandering cultivators standing behind them, looking at them, and not following them. Seeing this, he ignored them and took them to buy things.
Near noon, the three of them arrived at the teahouse and found their master sitting by the window on the second floor.
"Master, master, we are back!" Yue'er trotted over happily, smiling, and said, "I also bought food for Master. Master, please try it. This mung bean cake is delicious!" She took out a cake from the space, opened it, and placed it in front of him.
The Green Emperor glanced at the three of them and asked, "Have you bought everything?" His eyes vaguely fell on the little girl's bandaged hand.
"Yes, we've bought everything." Hao'er and Muchen responded at the same time.
"Why does Xiaoqi smell like alcohol? What happened?" He asked slowly, picking up a piece of cake and eating it.
"It was my fault that I didn't take good care of her. She was knocked down by someone and got splashed with wine all over her body and her hand was cut." Hao'er said with his head down.