What the heck?
Lin Chong?
Did I hear that right?
Or is it just someone with the same name?
Chen Xiaoyan carefully examined the young man in front of her, who looked about twelve or thirteen. His features were quite delicate, carrying a bit of the scholarly air from the books.
He was different from the Imperial Guard Commander in her memory.
“Your name is Lin Chong?” Chen Xiaoyan asked again.
“I am Lin Chong, I do not change my name whether standing or sitting, Fairy Sister, you need not doubt,” the young man replied.
“Fairy, is there something wrong with my son, Lin Chong?” The elegant woman, seeing Chen Xiaoyan’s surprised expression upon hearing her son’s name, asked curiously.
“Nothing,” Chen Xiaoyan waved her hand with a slight smile. “I just think the name is quite good, very imposing.”
“Hey, Mother, see? Even Fairy Sister thinks my name, Lin Chong, is very manly. So, from now on, don’t make Chong’er go to the private school anymore, okay?”
The elegant woman glared, her beautiful eyes narrowing, and raised her hand to directly pinch the young man’s ear.
“Being manly means you should be even more well-read in poetry and literature, to pass the imperial examinations in the future, bring glory to your ancestors. What’s the point of liking to play with swords and spears all day?”
“Ouch~ it hurts, it hurts, Mother, be gentler. With demonic creatures running rampant now, Chong’er also wants to learn martial arts, join the Zhuyao Army, to protect Father and Mother, and the people of the Great Song.”
This statement left the elegant woman speechless, not knowing how to respond.
“That’s a great aspiration. Sister supports you,” Chen Xiaoyan gave a thumbs-up.
Chen Xiaoyan’s words made the young man look at the elegant woman with great pride, puffing out his chest.
As if to say, ‘See, even Fairy Sister agrees with my idea, what reason do you have to oppose it?’
The elegant woman could only helplessly let go of his ear.
“Fairy Sister, I’ve told you mine. You should tell me your name too.”
Chen Xiaoyan smiled and replied, “Alright, alright. This sister is called Chen Xiaoyan, and this sister here is called Chong Chong.”
“Chong Chong? That’s a strange name,” the young man said, looking like a curious baby as he turned to the Chong Chong beside him.
The latter glared at him. “You got a problem with my name, kid?”
“Absolutely not! My father sometimes calls me Chong Chong too. Feels like it sounds the same.”
“Oh,” Chong Chong rolled her eyes and ignored him after that.
The young man pursed his lips. He found this fairy sister a bit cold, not very easy to get along with.
So, he shifted his gaze back to Chen Xiaoyan and said with a grin, “Fairy Sister, can I call you Sister Xiaoyan?”
“Sure,” Chen Xiaoyan didn’t mind, it was just a form of address.
“Sister Xiaoyan,” the young man called out softly, his face full of happiness.
“Hmm?”
“Sister Xiaoyan~” the young man called again, his voice noticeably louder than before.
Hearing this, Chen Xiaoyan tapped his forehead with her hand. “Kid, if you have something to say, just say it. Why call so many times?”
The young man rubbed the back of his head and chuckled foolishly. “Hehe, it’s nothing. I just think it’s fun to call you.”
Chen Xiaoyan gave him a sidelong glance and then looked towards the other injured person who hadn’t regained consciousness. Just as she was about to go over and check, she was suddenly interrupted by a male voice.
“I am Wu Yaowen. Greetings to the two fairies.”
At that moment, a scholar suddenly walked over, clasping his hands in salute to the two of them.
Chen Xiaoyan glanced at him and nodded. “Mm. What is it?”
“Fairy, I implore you to uphold justice for this unfortunate mother and daughter,” the scholar said without raising his head, maintaining his saluting posture, his voice loud and resonant, firm and powerful.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone around looked over.
Who would have thought that someone would actually lodge a complaint with a Tianxiang Fairy right here in Shangjing City?
After the Prince Jin case, didn’t everyone know that the royal family and other great clans were extremely averse to this kind of thing?
Wu Yaowen’s boldness not only shocked the people around but also surprised the scholars not far away.
“Brother Wu is truly a remarkable man.”
“Ah, this fool.”
“Although I do not support what he is doing, I deeply admire him.”
Several scholars discussed among themselves, sighing repeatedly. For someone who truly sacrifices himself for justice and fairness, they couldn’t bring themselves to hate him; only respect remained in their hearts.
However, one scholar did not speak, remaining silent the whole time. He looked at Wu Yaowen and Chen Xiaoyan, pondered for a moment, then quietly left, no one knew where he went.
Hearing the scholar’s words, Chen Xiaoyan instinctively looked at the little girl lying lifeless on the ground ahead, her delicate brows gradually furrowing.
She knew what this scholar meant. It was nothing more than asking her to bring the perpetrator to justice.
But the problem was, I’m a player, damn it.
Have you ever seen a player who can sanction NPCs?
Unless… she went back to the sect and asked Shen Qingqing to come handle it, that might work.
The common people around were also waiting for Chen Xiaoyan’s reply, a sliver of hope in their hearts.
Forty years ago, Fairy Shen of Tianxiang, to uphold justice, single-handedly punished Prince Jin, and the royal family didn’t dare utter a single objection, leaving a beautiful tale in the Great Song.
Thus, this gave many ordinary people of the Great Song hope.
However, a sect is, after all, a sect. How easy is it for ordinary people to appeal?
Just getting up the mountain gate isn’t an easy task.
Even if you are determined and reach the mountain gate, the sect won’t help you without reason.
As long as it involves the royal family or other great clans, they usually try to minimize major issues and settle minor ones.
But unfortunately, over these decades, the number of truly determined individuals has been no more than a dozen or so. And the punishments meted out by the sects were mere slaps on the wrist for the royal clans.
Fairy Shen’s deed ultimately proved to be just a flash in the pan.
Under normal circumstances, the common people did not hate the sects, especially the Tianxiang Sect. They harbored not a trace of hatred, even holding them in great admiration and respect.
A few extremists were the exception.
After all, Tianxiang disciples were famous for healing the sick and aiding the world, bestowing kindness upon all. They had no reason to hate them.
Scholar Wu Yaowen knew in his heart that by wading into these troubled waters, he would lose his future prospects, and might even face danger to his life.
However, when he saw Mo Nichang’s coachman run over that poor child and only toss out two taels of silver, treating human life as nothing, he had already resolved to go all out.
And she, Mo Nichang, in broad daylight, treated human life as worthless grass, utterly devoid of humanity. If such an evil woman was not punished, it would be an affront to heaven’s justice.
This further solidified his resolve.
Even the indifference of his fellow scholars did not make him give up.
“My abilities are limited, I’m afraid I cannot,” Chen Xiaoyan shook her head and refused.
She wasn’t confident to begin with. Rather than giving people hope, it was better to let them despair directly.
The scholar was stunned, raising his head abruptly to look at Chen Xiaoyan.
“How can that be? You are a Tianxiang Fairy. If even you cannot give them justice, then who in this world can?”
“Sigh, I’d like to intervene too, but I truly have no means,” Chen Xiaoyan spread her hands and sighed.
If this were reality, she would definitely help.
But regarding the Xianjie game, she still didn’t have sufficient evidence to define it yet.
However, going to ask Shen Qingqing to come over just for a few NPCs was genuinely a bit troublesome.
“Sister Xiaoyan, Chong’er has something to say.”
The young Lin Chong stepped forward at this moment, his childish voice drawing everyone’s attention.
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PS Mini Theater One
Chen Xiaoyan: “Aiyah, I’m the kind of person who hates trouble the most. I’m afraid I’m powerless to intervene.”
Wu Yaowen hesitated for a moment, then immediately took out some Lingqi: “Fairy, there’s a Lingqi reward.”
Chen Xiaoyan’s eyes lit up: “Big Boss, what service do you need? Just give the order, even if it’s the Emperor, I’ll kill him for you to see.”