The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#136 - Welcome Gift

As they were talking, Lu Jing heard a commotion outside the door.

Soon after, the shop assistant rushed in, anxiously speaking to the female shopkeeper.

Lu Jing raised his eyebrows and asked the female shopkeeper, "Are those city guards outside?"

The female shopkeeper looked embarrassed, "I suppose someone who was frightened by Young Master Lu's coffin went to report it to the authorities. It must be a misunderstanding… I'll go out and explain to them."

"If it weren't for Young Master Lu being here just now, the three of us in the shop would have died under that iron-clad warrior's blade."

Lu Jing shook his head upon hearing this, "Explaining might not be very useful in this situation."

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"Then what do you mean, Young Master Lu…?"

"I'd like to trouble the shopkeeper to pass a message to those guards, saying that I wish to request an audience with the city lord."

"That might be… not so easy," the female shopkeeper said with some difficulty.

"The guards' previous orders were to expel all foreigners from the city. I suspect they won't be willing to take Young Master Lu to see the city lord."

"It's alright, just tell them what I said," Lu Jing said, "I have a way to persuade them."

The female shopkeeper didn't know where Lu Jing's confidence came from.

But she didn't have a better solution at the moment, so she could only accompany Lu Jing towards the outside of the tailor shop with some skepticism.

Before they even reached the door, they saw the guards rushing in, each drawing their scimitars, waving them in the air as soon as they saw Lu Jing, shouting loudly.

The female shopkeeper hurriedly stood between them, trying to explain loudly.

Unfortunately, her efforts were in vain. Seeing that the guards were unmoved, they advanced towards Lu Jing step by step.

The female shopkeeper was so anxious that sweat was about to break out on her forehead, but the person involved behind her actually had the leisure to ask her.

"Did you tell them what I said?"

"Now… isn't the time to be saying such things."

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, the female shopkeeper didn't dare to add fuel to the fire by telling these guards Lu Jing's request.

"I see," Lu Jing nodded, "Then I'll persuade them first."

Before his voice faded, his figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood.

Then the squad of guards only felt a blur before their eyes, and the weapons in their hands all involuntarily flew away!

Looking up again, they saw that Lu Jing had already returned to his original position.

As if he had never left.

Only now, he had seven scimitars in his hand.

"Tell them I'm going to perform a magic trick for them."

After Lu Jing finished speaking, he picked out a scimitar.

He channeled his inner energy into his fingers.

In the next moment, two deep finger marks appeared on the blade of the well-forged, high-quality scimitar.

Marasahal Khan was located in the Mingsha Desert. At its peak, the city only had 30,000 people. Before Lu Jing's arrival, the people here had never seen a first-rate expert make a move.

Now, seeing this scene, the seven guards opposite him felt extremely horrified, no different from witnessing the descent of a ghost or god.

They no longer dared to attack Lu Jing.

Especially the captain at the head, he was the closest and saw the clearest.

In addition, the scimitar that Lu Jing had chosen was also his family heirloom.

No one knew better than him how hard that knife was.

He had used this knife to cut off the weapons of many opponents and had always been proud of it.

As a result, the man opposite him actually used only two fingers to pinch marks on the scimitar. How hard must his fingers be?!

While everyone was still in shock, they didn't expect Lu Jing's magic trick to be unfinished.

After pressing his fingerprints, Lu Jing drew another knife and joined the two knives together.

Still using his fingers to exert force, he twisted the two scimitars together like twisting hemp rope.

Then he added the third, the fourth…

Until all seven scimitars were twisted together.

Speaking of this, Lu Jing's old face rarely turned red. In fact, according to his original intention, he wanted to make a flying dragon for the people of Marasahal Khan to open their eyes, but although his internal strength was superb, his hand skills were not very good.

The flying dragon he finally made was so bad that he couldn't even look at it himself, so he could only fool people with Tianjin Twisted Dough Sticks.

He was just taking advantage of the fact that the people of Marasahal Khan had little knowledge.

After hearing the female shopkeeper's translation, the captain respectfully took the string of iron twisted dough sticks from the latter's hand, then bowed his head to Lu Jing, placing his hand on his chest to show his respect.

Only then did he lead his men away in a hurry.

After they left, the female shopkeeper was still a little worried, "If we just let them go like this, what if they bring more people to make trouble for you later?"

"You said earlier that there are still more than 20,000 people in the city. How many guards are left, five hundred, a thousand?" Lu Jing said unhurriedly.

The female shopkeeper shook her head, "There aren't that many. There are few disputes between the city-states in the Mingsha Desert, because going to war to attack others is likely to encounter a sandstorm halfway and the entire army will be wiped out first, so there are not many guards in each city, just to maintain daily security.

"Marasahal Khan usually has less than three hundred guards. Now… there are probably a little over a hundred left."

"Then, seeing the carefully prepared gift I prepared, as long as the city lord of your city isn't too stupid, he should agree to my request," Lu Jing said.

Facts proved that people who can manage a city-state, even if it is just a small city-state in the desert, are indeed not too stupid.

Less than half an hour after the squad of guards left, more guards came to the entrance of the tailor shop.

The leader was said to be the city lord's son-in-law, named Yazdan, who was in charge of the oasis's finances and was also the number two figure in the city.

Seeing the formation outside the door, the female shopkeeper couldn't help but feel her heart rising again, but then she saw Yazdan walking in alone from outside.

And as soon as they met, he placed his hand on his chest to express his respect.

"I heard that a warrior has come to our city-state, which is the glory of the entire Marasahal Khan," the female shopkeeper translated for Lu Jing.

Then her expression became strange, "Yazdan also said that his father received the gift you sent and liked it very much… However, his father has been feeling unwell recently and may not be able to receive guests."

"Then ask him, can we go to their palace to see that mural?" Lu Jing asked again.