I Can Use Myriad Divine Abilities Chapter 271: Protection Money

Through the perspective of the Red-eyed Crow, Zhang Yuan coldly observed everything happening at the entrance of the rice shop.

After the troublemakers were dispersed by the n wielding clubs, one of them entered the rice shop.

He quickly erged again.

Then, the fierce n swiftly ford teams and spread out into the nearby streets and alleys, knocking on the doors of each household.

One team headed straight for Zhang Yuan’s residence!

And the leader of the group was soone Zhang Yuan had t once before.

Yang Lang, Outer Hall Incense Master of the Martial Power Sect!

When Zhang Yuan first settled in Ruins City and rented the previous house, people from the Martial Power Sect visited him.

Probably intimidated by his identity as the Celestial King Hall’s Outer Hall Guardian, they didn’t show any hostility.

Since then, both parties had been at peace.

But Zhang Yuan never missed paying the necessary protection fees.

The area he lived in was under the Martial Power Sect’s territory.

The Martial Power Sect was quite powerful, with its Sect Leader Zheng Lianhong being a Tier Five True Essence expert, and nurous Tier Four masters in the sect.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Just as Zhang Yuan was contemplating, the courtyard door was fiercely knocked, causing the accumulated snow on the walls to fall.

It was quite rude and impolite.

Zhang Yuan frowned slightly and stepped forward to open the door.

A burly man was standing at the door, and seeing Zhang Yuan co out, he confidently stepped aside.

Yang Lang stepped onto the stairs and, with a smiling face, clasped his fists and greeted Zhang Yuan, "Protector Zhao, we et again."

Zhang Yuan calmly returned the greeting, "Master Yang, what brings you here?"

Yang Lang sighed, "Recently, Ruins City has suffered a snow disaster, the streets are unstable, and our Martial Power Sect is under trendous pressure, so we need the residents in our territory to support us more."

Zhang Yuan nodded, "That is reasonable. How can I assist?"

Yang Lang was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting Zhang Yuan to be so anable.

This Outer Hall Incense Master of the Martial Power Sect’s eyes flashed, and he licked his lips and said, "Protector Zhao, our gang’s protection fees are always collected by household. Large households pay more, and small households pay less. Do you understand?"

Zhang Yuan nodded in agreent, "Makes sense."

This caught Yang Lang off guard, feeling that his prepared follow-up moves were useless.

He straightforwardly said, "Protector Zhao, according to our gang’s rules, your family must pay a hundred silver taels for snow removal and street security fees!"

To emphasize the reasonableness of this fee, this Outer Hall Incense Master of the Martial Power Sect specifically noted, "Your residence was originally one household, but now it connects two households, so it has to be calculated as two households."

While speaking, Yang Lang secretly tensed all his muscles, raising his vigilance to the highest level.

Because he was facing not just an Outer Hall Guardian of the Celestial King Hall but also a Tier Four expert!

Although Yang Lang himself was a Tier Three peak level Martial Artist.

Even if he brought several subordinates, they wouldn’t be a match for Zhang Yuan!

If Zhang Yuan turned hostile, the only thing he could do would be to escape.

However, Zhang Yuan responded calmly, "Just a mont."

He actually turned around to retrieve the silver taels from his room.

This result left Yang Lang and his subordinates looking at each other in puzzlent.

They all felt sothing was amiss.

Because Zhang Yuan was being surprisingly agreeable, fully accepting the high fees.

It should be known that Zhang Yuan wasn’t soone who could be easily bullied.

A dignified Tier Four True Qi Martial Artist, whose status within the Martial Power Sect would be that of a Hall Master or an Elder.

Not to ntion that Zhang Yuan was also a Protector of the Celestial King Hall.

Even if it’s an Outer Hall Guardian.

Did he have no temper at all?

Yang Lang pondered for a while, then said softly, "Let’s see what happens next."

He felt a vague sense of unease.

Zhang Yuan’s attitude was extraordinarily unusual, as if he was brewing sothing.

Yang Lang felt he was in danger.

But he had no other choice.

Because this matter involving Zhang Yuan wasn’t his personal thought or decision.

It was an assignnt passed down from above.

Unless Yang Lang rebels against the Martial Power Sect, he must execute it, even if it entails risking his life.

However, if successful, the rewards he could receive would be ample.

Perhaps he’d even succeed in opening up the Sea of Qi!

Thinking about the prestige beyond Tier Three, Yang Lang couldn’t help but clench his fists.

His gaze beca exceptionally steadfast.

Zhang Yuan soon returned.

He also brought back two silver ingots resembling snowflakes for Yang Lang, "Master Yang, check the weight."

Yang Lang took the silver ingot and, knowing the weight was correct, smiled and said, "No need, I trust the Protector. Thank you for supporting our sect, farewell!"

He signaled with a glance to his subordinates.

The n bowed in unison to Zhang Yuan and then followed Yang Lang away.

Zhang Yuan stood on the doorstep, watching the group leave.

His eyes flickered with an almost eerie light, as if bidding farewell, yet seemingly mocking.

In the depths of his pupils, dots of crimson fla condensed!

And as Yang Lang and his n walked less than a hundred steps away, for so unknown reason, he grew more and more anxious with each step.

The previous sense of unease suddenly beca stronger, as if he was standing on the edge of an abyss, trembling with fear.

Especially the two large silver ingots he just placed inside his coat pocket, weighing heavily like they were pressing on his heart.

It felt like Zhang Yuan had given him money to buy his life!

This Outer Hall Incense Master couldn’t help but turn around to glance back.

The entrance of Zhang Yuan’s house was already devoid of people.

"Boss, what’s wrong?"

The subordinate next to him noticed his oddness and couldn’t help but ask.

Yang Lang composed himself, shook his head, and replied, "It’s nothing, let’s return to the district first."

The subordinate couldn’t help but scratch his head and then asked, "So regarding this matter, we’re just going to leave it as it is?"

"Why panic!"

Yang Lang glared at him viciously, "Can we decide on matters instructed by the Hall Master? But we have to do it step by step; the winter is still long!"

After a pause, he added, "Rest assured, as long as I, Yang Lang, have food to eat, I won’t let my brothers starve!"

Upon hearing his words, the subordinates all smiled.

They quickened their pace, heading towards the Martial Power Sect’s base.

And Yang Lang at this mont didn’t notice that a black crow was circling above him!

This Outer Hall Incense Master returned with his n to Wuwei District.

Wuwei District is a small market town, the base and stronghold of the Martial Power Sect.

This area has been cultivated over a long period, now housing the major mbers of the gang and many of its top officials.

Including their families.

Due to its importance to the sect’s roots, Wuwei District is heavily guarded, prohibiting outsiders from entering.

Upon returning here, the stone weighing on Yang Lang’s heart settled.

He felt much more relaxed.

He ca to the Outer Hall entrance to report the situation to Hall Master Zhu Jun.

Yang Lang recounted the entire incident of visiting Zhang Yuan to demand snow removal and street security fees to him.

He did so without embellishing or hiding anything.

Simultaneously presenting the not-yet-ward two silver ingots!