After those who had the porridge spread the news that there were more rice supplies coming into the city, the rice merchants would be anxious, and they would have to make a choice.

If they bet on the news being fake, they would hold on to whatever rice supplies they had and hope that the price kept rising.

And if they bet on the news being true, they would release their supply of rice and try to profit from whatever the price was before the new supplies of the rice hit the market.

Either way, Lin Xuan Qi was confident that they would fall for the latter.

With him dispensing the charity porridge and the increase of rice supplies with the new workers, Hun Xiong Kun would be the canary in the coal mine for the rice merchants.

And when some of them panicked and released their rice supplies, it would become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

He liked to make money, but Lin Xuan Qi also knew that the high price wasn't sustainable in the long run.

As he travelled towards the new factory with Lee He Song and three guards, some men who had their heads lowered came out from an alley and followed them.

Two of the guards from the Storm Fist Thunder Sect had noticed them, and they turned around to face them.

The other guard from the Yi Mei Sect drew out her sword and stood beside Lin Xuan Qi.

They had been itching for some action for a very long time to prove their worth to Master Lin, and finally, they had their opportunity.

"Stay away." Seng, one of the guards from the Storm Fist Thunder Sect shouted at those men glancing at Lin Xuan Qi across the street.

Heng, who was beside him, turned around and said, "Master Lin, best if you get away with Master Lee."

Lee He Song chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I will take care of Master Lin."

He had practiced the stances from the Daoist Five-Element Cultivation Techniques with Lin Xuan Qi and was confident that Lin Xuan Qi could take care of himself now.

And on top of that, Lee He Song was also eager to try out the new stances he had learned from the Daoist Five-Element Cultivation Techniques.

Lin, with her sword in her hands, glanced over at Lin Xuan Qi and was surprised to see him being calm and composed.

"It's fine, don't worry." Lin Xuan Qi glanced over at Lin and said.

Unless the rice merchants had unleashed cultivators upon them, there was no way they could harm him as a cultivator.

"We just need to have a word with your master." The men across the street shouted at Seng.

"My master has nothing to discuss with you. Go back to where you came from." Seng pointed his sword at the group of men.

These men outnumbered Lin Xuan Qi's group at ten men, but Seng and the others weren't afraid.

They'd had much worse when they were travelling through the Da Qian Dynasty.

"Don't make things difficult.

"All of us are just working for our masters.

"And I assure you that I've got nothing personal with your master.

"It's just that, there are people who think that it would be best for everyone if your master stopped dispensing the charity porridge."

The men across the street said and they took a step forward.

Seng turned back and saw that Lin Xuan Qi shrugged and shook his head.

"My master doesn't think so." Seng said and before he could continue, the men across the street lunged at him and the others.

Two of them came at him with their daggers and Seng parried the man coming at his right with his sword.

And before the dagger coming from the left could reach him, Seng swung his arm and gave the man a punch on his face.

Boom!

His punch gave out a booming sound when it broke through the air.

And when it connected, the impact sent the man tumbling across the street and stopped where he had come from.

Seng didn't stop and jabbed the tip of his sword at the man on his right.

Slice.

His sword which was longer than the dagger the man had with him, plunged into the man's shoulder.

"Argh!" The man gave out a cry in pain and gave Seng a frontal kick.

Seng lifted his right leg and blocked the kick from the man.

Thud.

The man made use of the impact when his kick met with Seng's shin and leaped away.

Blood dripped down from his wound, leaving a trail on the ground as the man retreated.

Lee He Song was faced with three men, and he was relatively calm holding his sword in his hand.

These three men glanced at each other and waited for the other to make the first move.

"So, are we doing this or what?" Lee He Song tilted his head at them and said.

"Take him from the sides!" Finally, one of them shouted and the other two did as instructed.

They leaped to the side and tried to stab their daggers at Lee He Song, while the man lunged at Lee He Song from the front.

Lee He Song leaped back, and the three of them crashed into each other.

"Damn!"

They could only curse themselves when they couldn't stop their momentum and stumbled clumsily together onto the ground.

"Watch out!" Before they could get up, Lee He Song swung his sword down onto one of them.

It was, however, too fast for the man to dodge it.

All he saw was a bright glare from the blade of the sword and then pain on his shoulder.

The other two men lunged at Lee He Song with their daggers, but they were stopped by him.

Lee He Song punched with the basic stance from the Daoist Five-Element Cultivation Techniques and when the punch connected with the men's chest, the man coughed out a mouthful of blood.

Then, he swung his fist at the other man immediately.

This time the back of his fist connected with the jaw of the man.

It felt surreal for Lee He Song when he saw the man's head spin around from the impact.

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