She retracted her gaze, turned around and walked towards the manager of the underground market on the other side, asking, "Are you in charge of this place?"
The steward was drinking tea when he heard the voice. He looked up and saw the handsome young man. He put down the teacup and asked with a smile, "The goods here are all under my management. Do you want to buy a few slaves? What kind do you want? I can ask someone to introduce them to you."
Feng Jiu glanced at him and said, "Keep an eye on the fat kid that was just brought here. Don't kill or maim him."
Hearing this, the steward's smile faded, he looked him up and down, and asked, "What do you mean, young master?"
"Don't you understand? He's my man. I'm going to use you to teach him a lesson, but don't kill him or maim him. Do you understand me this time?"
"Haha, you are joking, sir. All the goods here are bought with money. We just bought a fat boy, which is good, but how can we say that he is your man? Besides, we have kept the fat boy for a great use. We bought him for 300 silver coins, but we can sell him for more than 300 silver coins."
Feng Jiu curled her lips and said, "You are not the one who makes the decision here. Go! Call out your leader."
Hearing this, he became unhappy and his face darkened: "Where did this little devil come from? He doesn't even know where this place is and dares to make trouble here? Someone, get him out!"
"go out!"
Four cultivators came forward, and one of them stepped forward and wanted to grab Fengjiu's collar and drag him out. Unexpectedly, the young man raised his eyes lazily, and his cold eyes contained a sense of coercion. The aura and pressure of a strong man spread out in an instant, making the cultivator feel a murderous aura coming. The trembling of cold fear surged from the soles of his feet and went straight to his heart. The strong impact and pressure made him tremble with fear, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead. His legs softened and he fell to the ground with a bang.
Everyone present was a cultivator, including two foundation-building cultivators. Even the manager was a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation-building. Seeing the pressure released by the young man in red, they were terrified, with shock and astonishment in their eyes.
How could a 16 or 17-year-old boy have such a terrifying pressure and momentum? Who was this boy
"Who are you?" The manager knew that the other party was extraordinary, so he didn't dare to confront him head-on, and could only ask in a trembling voice. A Jindan cultivator is not scary.
However, a Jindan cultivator who is sixteen or seventeen years old is extremely terrifying. What kind of talent does one have to be able to cultivate to the Jindan level at the age of sixteen or seventeen
Fengjiu glanced at him lazily, and said in a nonchalant voice: "You are not qualified to know."
If he had heard this just now, the manager would have definitely scolded him, but at this moment, seeing that he had made a Foundation Establishment cultivator fall to the ground with his legs going weak without even taking any action, he no longer dared to show any negligence or dissatisfaction.
This is how the world is. If you show your strong strength, you will naturally get courtesy and respect from others. As for the weak, no one will take them seriously.
“Sir, please come in. I’ll go and invite our president.” The steward wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, bent over and led the way, leading Fengjiu to the reception room.