Jing Yan smiled and waved his hand.
However, his smile was somewhat bitter.
This girl probably hated the Jing Family by now, what would she think if she knew he was also from the Jing Family?
With a sigh, Jing Yan slightly shook his head. The killing intent within him, however, grew even colder.
If the person behind this was indeed Jing Xi, then Jing Yan would definitely not show mercy! Moreover, from the discussions he had overheard among the crowd, Jing Xi had committed many atrocities in Donglin City.
"Sir, you better leave quickly! You have killed them; the Jing Family will definitely seek revenge. Even though you are powerful, sir, the Jing Family controls the city, and an arm cannot twist a thigh..."
The elder came back to his senses and anxiously spoke to Jing Yan.
"There’s no need to worry!"
"The Jing Family can’t do anything to me!" Jing Yan again waved his hand and then said, "Old man, are you sure that the people who tried to capture your granddaughter were from the Jing Family?"
"Could it be otherwise?"
"I am a hunter living near Donglin City. I usually hunt some wild beasts and often come to the city to sell them. The reputation of that young master Jing Xi..."
"Alas, if I had known, I would not have brought Yan’er with me. I just didn’t expect it to be such a coincidence that Young Master Jing Xi saw her," the old man said helplessly, shaking his head.
Indeed, considering Donglin City’s population, which was not less than tens of millions, how could he have anticipated such a coincidence — that his granddaughter would be seen by Jing Xi on her very first visit to the city.
"Grandfather wanted to sell the Beast Skins he brought to buy me a new dress, which is why he brought me along," the girl Yan’er took over the conversation.
Hearing this, Jing Yan nodded. Despite the green dress she wore being clean and tidy, it was patched up in several places. Clearly, she didn’t have many clothes.
"I understand," Jing Yan said, nodding. "Here’s what we’ll do, you can leave Donglin City now. And these Beast Skins, you don’t need to take them back, I will buy them all."
Jing Yan pointed to the grey bundles still lying on the ground.
"Where are the words, sir? If you want the Beast Skins, I’ll give them to you. We have plenty more at home," the old man hurriedly said, shaking his head.
Despite just having witnessed Jing Yan killing several people, the old man, being a hunter himself used to seeing blood when hunting wild beasts, adjusted and didn’t feel too much towards it. Moreover, Jing Yan was treating them very kindly, so gradually, he wasn’t that scared of Jing Yan anymore.
"That won’t do! I must buy them!" What did Jing Yan need these Beast Skins for? He didn’t need them at all. If the old man didn’t take the money, then what was the point of his gesture of buying the Beast Skins?
While saying this, Jing Yan was about to take out some money from his Sumeru Ring when he suddenly froze.
Because he remembered that he didn’t have any Gold Coins. In this world, the currency primarily used by ordinary people was Gold Coins. Gold Coins weren’t much use to Martial Artists, especially to those who were powerful, but for ordinary people, Gold Coins were vital for their livelihood.
Jing Yan hadn’t used Gold Coins for a long time and didn’t carry even a single one on him.
No Gold Coins, what to do? Offer a Spirit Stone?
However, this grandfather and granddaughter were ordinary people; a Spirit Stone was useless to them. Moreover, possessing a Spirit Stone might put them in greater danger. To many Postnatal realm Martial Artists, even a single Spirit Stone was vastly attractive.
"I’m really sorry, but I don’t have any Gold Coins on me," Jing Yan said with a bitter smile.
"It’s alright, not a problem at all! I’ll give you these Beast Skins. If you need more, my house has plenty, and I can give you as many as you need," the old man hurriedly said.
But Jing Yan waved his hand.
He moved his finger, and a milky-white Spirit Stone appeared in his hand. He then looked around at the crowd of onlookers.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Jing Yan made a gesture with his hands, "I have a Spirit Stone here for sale, would anyone like to buy it? You can pay with Gold Coins."
Low-level Martial Artists also primarily used Gold Coins, and thus they probably carried some.
Upon hearing Jing Yan’s words, several people immediately spoke up, saying they could buy Jing Yan’s Spirit Stone with Gold Coins. Like the old man selling Beast Skins, they weren’t too afraid of Jing Yan anymore, as he seemed very kind and was very polite to the old man.
Eventually, Jing Yan’s Spirit Stone was sold for fifty Gold Coins. Fifty Gold Coins was not a small amount for an ordinary person; even in Donglin City, an ordinary person’s monthly expenses were only about three to five Gold Coins.
Jing Yan handed all fifty Gold Coins to the old man, then collected the Beast Skin bundles and stored them in his Sumeru Ring.
Seeing Jing Yan insisting, the old man had to accept the Gold Coins Jing Yan pushed into his hand. But his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
Fifty Gold Coins were undoubtedly a huge sum for him, enough to sustain him and his granddaughter for a year. The Beast Skins he had brought, under normal market price, would have fetched around five Gold Coins, yet he now had fifty.
"Sir, aren’t you leaving Donglin City?"
"Yes! If you don’t leave now, it may be too late. It could be difficult to leave later."
"Even though those young masters of the Jing Family’s men are all dead, this is still the Jing Family’s city. The Jing Family will likely get the news soon; they might already be on their way."
The crowd again began speaking up, urging Jing Yan to leave quickly. It seemed they were quite concerned about his safety.
"Sir, you better leave quickly! You can leave the city with us and hide in the mountains for a while. I live there and am familiar with the area. If you hide there for some time, the Jing Family will have a hard time finding you," the hunter old man also urged Jing Yan.
"You don’t need to worry about me, I’m not leaving now," Jing Yan said with a smile.
"Benefactor, where do you plan to go?" the girl asked, looking at Jing Yan.
Jing Yan glanced at the girl.
"To the Jing Family! If Jing Xi really is a villain, I will kill him myself," Jing Yan answered.
"I will go with the benefactor; I can testify for you," the girl said, her voice low but firm.
Jing Yan looked at the girl again.
He increasingly felt that this girl was out of the ordinary. Although she was only around twelve or thirteen years old, her resolve was very firm. Having just experienced such an ordeal, if it were someone else, they might have been scared enough to leave Donglin City immediately.
But this girl wanted to go to the Jing Family with him to testify on his behalf.
This was indeed beyond Jing Yan’s expectation.
"Yan’er..." the hunter old man’s eyes widened.
"Grandfather, you go back first! I want to go to the Jing Family with the benefactor," the girl said to her grandfather.
"I... I will go too!" the hunter old man suddenly said resolutely.