In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

Chapter 128 I am already Rank 8!

"There's nothing special about Chenjia Village!"

Chen Dao shook his head and said, "However, if Manager Su and Miss Su are willing to move to Chenjia Village, I can guarantee your safety. In addition, I can also provide you with accommodation!"

Guaranteed safety?

Su Shihua's heart skipped a beat. Admittedly, after the incident of the refugees entering the city that day, he no longer trusted the safety of the county town as much. But as for moving to Chenjia Village outside the city...

Su Shih-hua was still somewhat hesitant to make a decision.

"Mr. Chen."

At this moment, Su Qiaoxi, who had been rubbing her little round head, looked at Chen Dao and asked, "Can you really guarantee our safety?"

"Of course!"

Chen Dao nodded without hesitation. With the family's martial arts prowess now at its peak and him being an eighth-rank martial artist, ensuring the safety of Su Shihua and his grandson would be no problem at all.

Seeing Chen Dao's confident demeanor, Su Shihua couldn't help but ask, "How can you guarantee that?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Dao thought for a moment, went to the corner of the room, grabbed a piece of wood, and squeezed it hard!

"Crack!"

The wood snapped instantly under Chen Dao's force, and clear fingerprints could be seen at the break.

Su Shihua and Su Qiaoxi's pupils shrank. The piece of wood that Chen Dao picked up was not the kind of rotten wood, but a wooden stick used to pound medicine in Baicaotang, which was far more sturdy than ordinary wood.

Chen Dao, however, snapped it in two with a single grip, a force that was truly awe-inspiring!

"Could young friend Chen perhaps be a martial artist?"

Su Shihua asked incredulously, while Su Qiaoxi stared blankly at Chen Dao, as if she didn't recognize him.

When she first met Chen Dao, he was an extremely thin and weak boy who came to the shop to buy the Blood Clotting Fruit, a medicinal herb that martial artists would never consider, just to gamble on that sliver of hope of becoming a martial artist.

But now... Chen Dao casually snapped a wooden pestle used for pounding medicine in half. Doesn't this mean that... Chen Dao is already a martial artist?

"To be honest, I am already an eighth-rank martial artist!"

Chen Dao responded with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Su Shihua was completely stunned!

What is the concept of an eighth-rank martial artist?

You should know that in Taiping County, a ninth-rank martial artist is already a person of high status, and as for an eighth-rank martial artist... that's a martial arts school master level existence. Yet Chen Dao, a boy who looks no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, possesses power similar to that of a martial arts school master...

This completely baffled Su Shih-hua.

Not only Su Shihua, but even Su Qiaoxi was stunned!

The moment she realized Chen Dao was a martial artist, she subconsciously assumed he was at least a ninth-rank martial artist, but little did she know…

Chen Dao is not a ninth-rank martial artist, but an eighth-rank one!

"Manager Su, do you now believe I have the power to guarantee your safety?" Chen Dao asked.

“I believe it!”

Su Shihua nodded vigorously. If even an eighth-rank martial artist couldn't guarantee their safety, then there would be no safe place in this vast Xia Kingdom.

"but……"

Su Shihua thought for a moment and then asked, "Why does young friend Chen want to invite us to stay in Chenjia Village?"

Su Shih-hua knew very well that there's no such thing as a free lunch, and if something did fall from the sky, it was most likely poisoned.

To be fair, Su Shihua felt that his relationship with Chen Dao was far from being to the point where Chen Dao would protect him for free without considering the cost. Therefore, he couldn't help but suspect that Chen Dao had ulterior motives!

"Because our Chenjia Village needs a doctor!"

Chen Dao responded, "Because there are no doctors in Chenjia Village, the villagers can only tough it out when they get sick. That's why I had the idea of ​​inviting Manager Su to live in Chenjia Village and treat the villagers' illnesses!"

"I see."

Su Shihua nodded, his doubts vanished, and he felt even more favorably disposed towards Chen Dao. As a dignified eighth-rank martial artist, Chen Dao cared so much about the villagers; he was the most unique martial artist Su Shihua had ever met.

"What's your decision, Manager Su?"

Chen Dao pressed further, "How about moving to live in our Chenjia Village?"

Upon hearing this, Su Shihua and Su Qiaoxi exchanged a glance, pondered for a while, and then said, "I am willing to move to Chenjia Village, but it will probably take some time! I need to deal with the items in Baicaotang first."

Su Shihua still has the Baicaotang business in the county town. He needs to properly handle all the herbs and shops in Baicaotang before he can move to Chenjia Village.

"That's fine!"

Chen Dao said, "Manager Su, you can make preparations first. I will take you to Chenjia Village next time I go to the city."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, young friend Chen!"

Su Shihua nodded with a smile and chatted with Chen Dao about what had happened after they moved to Chenjia Village. Su Qiaoxi would occasionally chime in with a smile, seemingly very much looking forward to moving to Chenjia Village. Of course, more importantly...

Chenjia Village is safe enough, and I can see Xiaoyuan every day.

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Half an hour later, Chen Dao walked out of Baicaotang and got on a donkey cart with Chen Da and the others, heading straight out of the city.

Upon arriving outside the North Gate, as expected, the goods on Chen Dao and his group's cart attracted the attention of the refugees. However, since there were many strong men on the donkey cart, the refugees did not dare to cause any trouble.

Soon, the donkey cart moved away from the city gate and onto the official road.

"Stop!"

At that moment, Chen Dao shouted, telling Chen Si, who was driving, to stop the car and look ahead warily.

But then, for some unknown reason, a large number of people had appeared on the official road ahead, completely blocking it.

"Is it the forest bandits again?"

Chen Da and the others immediately became alert, watching the crowd opposite them with bated breath.

At that moment, a man with a hideous scar on his face stepped out from the crowd opposite. His fierce eyes fell on Chen Dao, and he said, "Hand over all the goods in the cart and all the silver on your person, and I can let you pass!"

"Who are you?"

Chen Da's sharp eyes were fixed on the person opposite him, his bow and arrow already in his hand, ready to fire at any moment.

"I never change my name or surname; I am Qin Jiang of the Black Tiger Gang!"

The scarred man spoke loudly, head held high, seemingly quite proud of his identity.

And indeed, that was the case. While the Black Tiger Gang, the largest gang in Taiping County, was considered disreputable by the government and the three major families, its name carried considerable intimidation among ordinary people, even…

The people in the county town were even more afraid of the Black Tiger Gang than the government. After all, the government would at least try to reason with them, but the Black Tiger Gang... didn't reason with you at all.

"Black Tiger Gang?"

Chen Da and the others all changed color. Even they, the villagers of Chenjia Village, had heard of the Black Tiger Gang. This gang, which was made up of hooligans and thugs from the city, might not amount to anything, but they were masters at harming the people. Their reputation in the county was so bad that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were stinking for miles around!