"If Chu Mo knew what she was thinking right now, he would have been fuming with rage. Divine abilities ant for this?"
Fortunately, the tomboy had so wit and didn't dare say it out loud.
Chu Mo looked at her, "How about it?"
"I won't go!" Although the tomboy's eyes sparkled, she decisively refused.
"Why?" Chu Mo was puzzled. He didn't believe any youth could remain indifferent after seeing his divine abilities.
"No reason, I'm quite happy here. This is my ho, I don't want to go anywhere else!" The tomboy's gaze flickered, clearly not telling the truth.
"If you're unwilling, then let it be." Chu Mo had originally wanted to forcibly take her away, just as Demon Lord had done when he took him in years ago. But after thinking it over, Chu Mo gave up.
This is the Heavenly Realm!
It's a world that isn't lacking in geniuses!
Though this tomboy is exceptionally talented, with unimaginable potential for the future, for Chu Mo, she isn't a must-train.
Speaking of it, those disciples who had climbed their way up from the Mortal Realm might have lesser talents than this tomboy, but their experiences were much richer. Most importantly, those kids were more diligent and hardworking!
Knowing their humble origins, they understood the importance of effort more.
Most importantly, Chu Mo wasn't willing to force others. Just like how he disliked being forced back in the day. So, if this tomboy truly didn't want to follow him, then he wouldn't insist.
Cultivation, after all, depends greatly on fate. Without fate, why insist?
Saying so, Chu Mo casually unsealed those Foundation Establishnt and Primordial Infant cultivators' seals, then quietly left.
Those Foundation Establishnt and Primordial Infant cultivators felt like they had just dreamt, looking at the tomboy standing there dazed, all a bit baffled.
One of them asked, "Brother Nan, what happened?"
Another frowned and asked, "Just now... it seed like soone had noticed Brother Nan? How co, unsuccessful?"
The tomboy also looked perplexed, the person just now had disappeared instantly after she had refused him. Even she felt it was like a dream. She shook her head, "Unsuccessful, it got a bit tricky... he got away."
"Be careful, Brother Nan, in our Ninth City, there are occasionally those real powerful figures, don't ss with them." A Foundation Establishnt cultivator advised the tomboy.
"Yeah, I got it, you all go busy yourselves." The tomboy waved them off, yet her heart was unsettle. Was he really a powerful figure? A pity to miss out.
But then thinking of the person who changed her fate, she shook her head again, her indecisive gaze becoming resolute. After searching around and finding nothing unusual, she slowly started wandering toward an alley in the city center.
Reaching the alley's deepest end, there was a very dilapidated house. The tomboy walked up to the door, hesitated for a mont, then turned back and walked into a small tavern in the middle of the alley.
Inside the tavern, only the owner was dozing off. Seeing the tomboy, he imdiately perked up, a kind smile appearing on his face, "Oh, Brother Nan has co? Here for a drink again?"
The tomboy nodded, "Yeah, pour two... no, half a liter of liquor! And cut two pounds of cooked beef." saying this, she pulled out so scattered silver.
The owner smiled, "You still haven't spent what you stored last ti."
The tomboy grinned, "It's okay, consider it a gift. I'm not short on money."
The owner said sowhat emotionally, "Brother Nan, it's been several years, why do you keep looking after that old drunkard? Always bringing him booze... and he's not even grateful."
"He saved back then." the tomboy glanced at the owner, "So, I'll take care of him for life."
"That old drunkard really has good luck, eting soone like you who rembers kindness," the owner said sowhat emotionally while pouring the drink.
"It's not his luck that's good, it's mine." the tomboy smiled slightly, not bothering to explain further, took her liquor and beef, and headed towards the dilapidated house.
Behind her, the owner watched emotionally, murmuring, "Who could have imagined, a forr orphan has now beco the leader of Ninth City's underworld? It's really incredible. That old drunkard's luck is truly good, saving Brother Nan by chance, clinging to a big tree. Nowadays, who would dare to ss with the old drunkard? In the past, he used to get beaten up often..."
The murmurs of the tavern owner didn't escape the tomboy who was already quite far, her face showing a trace of faint mockery, thinking to herself: I'm not the big tree, my old man is the big tree! My big tree!
At that mont, the tomboy had reached the gate of the dilapidated house, and through a fence that could collapse at a push, she called out, "Old man, are you ho? Nan'er is here!"
First, there was a bout of coughing from inside, then a drunk voice responded, "Scram, what are you here for?"
"Hehe, daughter has co to see you." The tomboyish girl was scolded, but far from causing a disturbance, she seed genuinely happy, chuckling as she pushed open the ramshackle fence gate and then prancing inside with great joy.
This dreadful place—if it weren't for my father absolutely refusing to move, I would've long since gotten him the most luxurious house in Ninth City.
Ah, I really don't know what he's thinking in his heart, nor do I know what he has experienced in life that has led him to such decay?
The tomboyish girl went around to the front, pushed the door open directly, then slightly frowned and fanned her nose. Inside the room… a strong sll of alcohol. Glancing at the half-jin of liquor in her hand, the tomboy couldn't help but crack a bitter smile, "This bit of liquor isn't even enough for dad's half a al. But the problem is, I don't want dad to continue drinking like this, don't want to watch him decay."
Unfortunately, there's nothing she can change.
"Get out! Who let you in?" the drunken voice shouted again.
"Dad, I brought you so liquor and beef…" the tomboy smiled and said.
"Put the liquor and at down and scram!" the voice interrupted the tomboy's words commandingly.
"I won't leave." The tomboy said as she walked into the inner room, looking at the middle-aged man lying askew on the chair, her face full of distress, "Dad… can we drink less?"
"It's none of your damn business, Nan'er... Hehe, the renowned Brother Nan of the entire Ninth City, so majestic, so domineering, yet bothering with an old drunk man like ?" The middle-aged man squinted at the tomboy, his gaze murky and slurred.
"Dad, no matter what, you are still my father. I'll endure any hits or scolding from you, as long as you are happy." the tomboy continued, put down the at and liquor, and then went to the kitchen to start cleaning up.
With her current status and position, it would have been extrely simple to find soone to clean up, with one command, hundreds of people would line up to do it. But she had never thought of doing so. Because this drunken middle-aged man not only was her lifesaver but also the one who had changed her fate. He was her father, and she wanted to take care of him like a daughter.
In the room, the middle-aged man's eyes were half-open, listening to the noises from the kitchen, he couldn't help but sigh, picked up the liquor and at in front of him, and started to eat the at greedily and drink a lot.
By the ti the tomboy finished tidying up and ca back, both the liquor and the at were gone. There was no surprise on her face; she had long been accustod to this. It was always like this.
Every ti at monts like this, she couldn't help but recall that sumr three years ago.
Back then, at nine years old, she was already a well-known little rascal throughout Ninth City.
Yes, a nine-year-old girl, but in this mixed Ancient City, she had quite a reputation.
She wasn't very skilled; ever since she was a child, she was stronger than others, and even though she was a girl, she was incredibly strong. Her punch could even knock down adults.
She grew up an orphan, didn't know who her parents were, raised by many families, and from a young age started running with a gang of little ruffians. She was the youngest, but because she was strong, during fights people didn't usually notice such a small kid, often playing a crucial role at critical monts.
Because of this, by the age of seven or eight, she had already been respectfully called Brother Nan.
Many people never treated her as a girl.
Like this, she grew day by day, and in the year she turned nine, she finally faced the biggest crisis in her life.
That day she caught sight of a youth who looked extraordinary, about in his thirties, well-dressed, clearly a wealthy man. Notably, the man seed very foreign, out of place in Ninth City, obviously an outsider.
Ninth City's underground organization had intricate connections with the Primordial Infant old monster City Lord, and while they weren't directly under the City Lord's control, the leader of the whole underground organization was the City Lord's younger brother!
A Foundation Establishnt cultivator!
The boss had very high hopes for Xu Nan, the tomboy, treating her as a confidant to nurture.
Upon noticing the extraordinary nature of the youth, Xu Nan started quietly following him, then used a very special anesthetic... It was also the most powerful treasure of Ninth City's underground organization, instantly knocking the youth unconscious—at least, that was the plan.
Then two Foundation Establishnt cultivators took the youth to a secluded place to rob him.
But just then, the youth who appeared to have been drugged and unconscious suddenly woke up!
In fact, he had never been affected at all!
The youth, in the blink of an eye, annihilated both Foundation Establishnt cultivators, not leaving any remains.
Previously inford that a big fat sheep had been caught, the boss of the underground organization, the Golden Core cultivator, ca rushing over, fearing that Xu Nan and the others would hide so loot. As a result, he too t a tragic fate.
A Golden Core cultivator didn't even have ti to cry for help before he was turned to dust.
Only then did Xu Nan realize she had stirred up massive trouble. She imdiately begged for rcy; only then did the other party notice she was a girl. And then, for so reason, the youth developed a wicked interest in this dark-and-skinny tomboy.
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