Chen Muxue and Cen Lizhui skillfully flung the Hidden Forest Hermit onto the table in the middle of the tavern, and the diners at that table had already dodged aside, looking at Chen Muxue.
She chuckled and pointed at the Hidden Forest Hermit, "He's treating, he's a relative of the owner."
The shopkeeper and the cook, hearing the commotion, hurried out and saw the Hidden Forest Hermit unconscious on the table, covered in dust and cooking oil, in disbelief.
The cook rubbed his eyes, repeatedly confirming that it was indeed the Hidden Forest Hermit lying on the table and not Chen Muxue, his voice trembling, "He... you..."
The shopkeeper also looked very grim, but immediately came to his senses, "Miss—no, Sect Leader—what is this..."
Chen Muxue dusted off her hands, "I'm guessing this guy is with you too, right?"
The shopkeeper's face turned livid, "Ahem, I don't know this cultivator, Sect Leader, you must be mistaken."
"Is that so?" Chen Muxue's eyes flashed with mischief, "Before he fainted, he said himself that he came because of the tavern."
The shopkeeper's face instantly changed from livid to ashen.
What on earth is going on? How could this be possible!
Isn't this woman only at the Foundation Establishment? How come the Hidden Forest Hermit, who's at Golden Core Stage, is knocked out and dragged here by them?
"I actually came today for nothing much, but this guy broke one of my tables. Oh dear, that table was a Golden Silk Nanmu table passed down through generations of the Qian Ding Sect. If it were just an ordinary Golden Silk Nanmu, that would be one thing, but it was nurtured by Immortal spiritual energy for eighty-one years, it's hard to find in this world!"
Chen Muxue spoke while shaking her head, holding up a finger, "Since he's one of yours and he broke the table, you should compensate on his behalf, right? I'm not asking for much, just a thousand taels of silver will do."
Cen Lizhui listened on the side, his head full of dark lines, wondering where on earth this ordinary wooden table suddenly appreciated like that.
"A thousand taels! Why don't you just go rob!" the greasy cook couldn't help but shout.
The shopkeeper quickly gave him a light slap, signaling with his eyes for him to shut up.
Didn't you see our backstage backing is now lying half-dead on the table?
Even if Foundation Establishment is not much to the cultivators, to ordinary people like them, that's still cloud-level!
Chen Muxue seemed to think with great difficulty for a while and then said with a reluctant look, "Sigh, no choice, seeing as your tavern is so small, you probably can't afford it. But I'm a kind person, so I'll be lenient. Just compensate a hundred taels."
"You're abusing your status as a cultivator to do as you please. If we report this, the government and the cultivation world's people will come to arrest you!" said the cook reluctantly.
This little tavern's income, the owner only took thirty percent, the shopkeeper took forty, and he took thirty. He knew exactly how much silver was in the tavern's accounts.
When it was a thousand taels, he was just screaming in shock without meaning to stop her because he knew they couldn't come up with a thousand taels, even if it meant killing them. But when she said a hundred taels, it became unbearable, so he started using threats to try to make Chen Muxue give up.
Because they really could come up with a hundred taels!
Chen Muxue had some understanding of the larger structure. In this world, the court also had quite a few cultivators, and both the court and the cultivation world had associations to manage cultivators' affairs in the mortal realm to ensure ordinary people's lives.
Although Chen Muxue didn't actually intend to take a hundred taels, still, he had the nerve to start threatening...