There's No Way My Dad Is A Legendary Cultivator Chapter 102 – Wan'er and Yan'er Displayed Their Skills When the Fang Family Made Things Difficult

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

At the Fang family's main gate, Wan'er let Qiu Chi rest on the steps in front of the gate after saving him.

The people in front of the gate were trying to persuade the three of them to leave, but the three little girls were indifferent as if they did not hear it.
“Yan'er, Liu'er, come and take a look. This uncle isn't dead, is he?”

When Liu'er heard her eldest sister's words, she rushed forward.

At this moment, Yan'er was returning the sickle she had picked up back to the man carrying the wicker basket. She even said something strange to the man, “My daddy said that it's easy to borrow again if one returns
the borrowed things on time. Uncle, thank you.”

Without even waiting for the man to reply, she turned around and walked to Wan'er, as she left the man standing there in confusion while he held the sickle.

Yan'er squatted down beside Qiu Chi and felt his heartbeat.

“He's not dead yet. He just fainted.”

Liu'er could not bear to see Qiu Chi in this state of blood and gore. “What should we do next? This uncle has sustained such heavy injuries, he might die later.”

Wan'er gently patted Liu'er's little head. “Bah bah bah! Liu'er, don't talk nonsense. This uncle is a good man, so he won't die easily. Just like what daddy said…”

Halfway through her words, Wan'er couldn't recall what her father had said. She could not utter a single word even when her brows furrowed from concentrating hard.
Liuer, who was at the side, questioned, “What did daddy say?”

“Heaven helps a good man!” Yan'er answered from the side.

“Yes, that's right. That's the phrase. I just couldn't remember it for a brief moment.” Wan'er gave her a light pat on her head and said.

“Yan'er, you are the brightest with the most tricks. What do you think we should do in this situation?” Wan'er added on.

Unconvinced, Yan'er said, “What do you mean by I have the most tricks. It is always your fault when we get in trouble.”

As she said that, Yan'er looked away, feeling a little upset.

Liu'er persuaded them at the side, “Sisters, stop bickering. If you delay any longer, this uncle might really end up dying.”

Qiu Chi would definitely not die. Because Jiang Ping was following his daughters secretly and seeing how his three little girls saved Qiu Chi, his heart was filled with empathy.
As he saw that his girls had acted heroically, he secretly used his Qi to seal Qiu Chi's blood vessels, preventing his wounds from bleeding.

“Why don't we let Wan'er carry this uncle back home and hand him over to daddy? Daddy is omnipotent and will definitely be able to save him.” Yan'er said as she habitually held her chin.
Wan'er said hesitantly, “If I carry him home, Will daddy get angry at me for causing trouble outside again?”

“Are you stupid? Out of the three of us, you have the most strength. If you don't carry him, Liu'er and I won't be able to lift him. Moreover, we're saving someone's life this time. Daddy will definitely not scold us.” Yan'er
said to dispel her worries.

Liu'er also nodded. “That's right. I believe daddy will not bear to scold us.”
The three little girls looked at each other with their minds made up and got to work.
Wan'er had decent strength. However, she had the body frame of a five or six-year-old. Qiu Chi was already an adult, and he was three times taller than her.

Rather than carrying him, they were more like dragging him. If Qiu Chi's blood vessels were not sealed by Jiang Ping, he would have bled profusely. Then, the three little girls might have ended up causing more harm
than good.

Not only did the little girls not run away first, but they had also even wanted to bring the person away with them. This unusual idea of theirs was witnessed by the crowd at the door.
Soon, everyone began to discuss the identities of the three little girls.

Wan'er dragged Qiu Chi no further than two steps when the Fang family's butler happened to come out of the door and saw the actions of the three girls.
“Stop! Where did you brats come from! Do you know that this is the Fang family's mansion!”

The butler pointed right at the three little girls and shouted in anger.

The three little girls who were about to head home turned around and looked at the butler, who was shouting at them ferociously.

Yan'er raised her head and glanced at the plaque on the Fang family's door, then said to the butler.

“I know. The two big words on this plaque say 'Fang Mansion' right?”

The butler was taken aback by the little girl's words.

“If you know this is the Fang Mansion, do you know what you're doing?”

Liu'er stared at the butler. “We're saving lives. Why are you so dumb, old man? Can't you see it with your eyes?”

Then Liu'er turned to her two elder sisters and said, “Sister Wan'er, Sister Yan'er, is there something wrong with the old man?”

As she spoke, she gestured at her head with her index finger.

Wan'er and Yan'er examined the old butler, and both of them nodded in agreement.

The butler was stunned. It appeared as though these three little girls had just remarked that there was something wrong with his brain.

After being insulted, the old butler became angrier.

There was a saying among the people, “In front of the Prime Minister's door stands a seventh-grade official.” The Fang family was a cultivation family, one that even those secular dynasties would not even dare to
offend.

To be humiliated by some little girls and witnessed by so many people gathered outside the door was a huge embarrassment to him.

Following that, the butler yelled and assembled the attendants in the courtyard.

The sound of pattering footsteps could be heard from the Fang family's courtyard. Thereafter, more than a dozen young men walked out from the Fang family's door holding wooden clubs.
Wan'er was the most excited when she saw this scene. After putting Qiu Chi down, she walked forward, laughed, and exclaimed loudly, “Wow, there's going to be a fight!”

Yan'er sighed and ran to the man who was carrying a wicker basket and holding a sickle.

“My daddy said that it's easy to borrow again if one returns the borrowed things on time, Uncle, please lend me your sickle once again.”

Before the man could react, the sickle in his hand was swiftly taken away from him.

Yan'er trotted back and stood side by side with Wan'er. She turned around and said to Liu'er, “Liu'er, don't be afraid. Wan'er and I will protect you.”

Liu'er nodded obediently.

Jiang Ping, who was hiding in the shadows, had no worries at all. Although there were many opponents, they were all low-level cultivators who had not reached the tempering realm.
These people would probably have to train for a few more years before they could do any harm to his three precious daughters.

If the butler was there when the three little girls had a conflict with the four Fang sisters that night, he might not have looked down on these three little girls.

At this moment, he was only thinking that these three harmless young little girls were a little quick-witted and eloquent, and from their outfits, they seemed to be from a wealthy family.
He wanted to take down these young girls as soon as possible and then extort a sum of money out of them when their parents came to take them back.

He had done many of these dirty things anyway, it didn't matter to him if he were to do it again.

The old butler coughed and said to the attendant, “Capture these three little girls.”

These attendants noticed that the two little girls at the front had no fear. They were a little taken aback, but still followed through with the butler's order.

They could care less about these things, in this day and age, it was all about making a living.

Wan'er held up a fist and punched the attendant who was leading the way, hitting him right on the chin.

The attendant was sent flying backward and landed on the stairs in front of the Fang family's entrance with a huge impact.

She then switched her attention to the few people who had rushed up to her from behind. No matter how many people came up, Wan'er held her ground, stood there, and punched them back.
Yan'er was not willing to be outdone. Instead of standing in one place like Wan'er, she held the sickle and rushed in the direction of the attendants.

She shuttled back and forth freely under the siege of a few attendants.

Her footsteps were quick and light, and none of the attendants were able to lay a finger on Yan'er.

Then, she used the back of her sickle to hit the attendants' arms consecutively. Those who were hit dropped the wooden clubs that they were holding.

Soon, they were all kneeling on the ground wailing in pain as they looked at their red and swollen arms..

Chapter end