Entering through the city gate, the streets were teeming with people, a sea of jostling shoulders, and martial artists wearing bamboo hats could be seen everywhere, along with Taoists clad in brown robes and monks with shaved heads...
They were all Jianghu people and Sect Disciples who had co upon hearing the news.
Chen Mo walked among them in a blue Daoist robe, so inconspicuous as to be completely unnoticed.
However, where there were people, there was Jianghu, and where there was Jianghu, conflict was inevitable.
Not more than a few dozen ters ahead, the sound of an angry shout reached his ears, "You damn thief, you stole my Magical Treasure last ti, and I haven’t settled the score with you yet! How dare you show your face in front of ?"
"Hmph, Heaven’s gifts belong to the virtuous. Whoever can seize it, owns it! Was your na, Qin Yi, written on that Magical Treasure?" another person replied, their voice slightly tinged with sarcasm.
"Enough talk! Prepare to die!"
Boom!
The potent energy surged, and two figures leapt into the air.
One of them had a burly figure, clad in black, and wielded a massive Plain Blade dragging behind him.
The other wore a white long robe, shook a folding fan, and seed to glide effortlessly, exuding an air of ease and grace.
The man in black swung his Plain Blade fiercely, while the man in white waved his fan, sending a barrage of Wind Blades down like a torrential rain.
Clang—
Clang—
Clang—
The Wind Blades were blocked by the burly man with his blade, changing their path and scattering in all directions.
A chorus of exclamations erupted on the street as people hurriedly blocked and dodged, causing chaos and confusion, with so people and even horses toppling over.
"Watch where you’re shooting that thing!"
"This is between you two, don’t drag us into it!"
"Take it outside the city gate if you want to fight, watch out or you’ll attract the Sky Scale Guard!"
Chen Mo stood aside, watching coldly.
*Judging from the aura, the man in white was slightly inferior to the burly man. He deliberately used a wide-area Daoist Skill to draw trouble to others so he could escape at the right mont.*
"Don’t bla , Qin Yi attacked first!"
The man in white explained, his fan swinging more fiercely, a violent storm surging forth.
The burly man, worried about harming bystanders, decided not to block any longer. He enveloped his entire body with True Yuan and charged directly into the storm.
At this mont, a Wind Blade shot toward where Chen Mo was standing.
*Chen Mo frowned, feeling slightly annoyed, and reached out with his fingers to firmly catch the Wind Blade.*
He then flicked his fingers lightly—
Swish!
The Wind Blade rebounded exactly, striking the wrist of the man in white.
?!
The man in white cried out in sudden pain, dropping his folding fan to the ground, and the overwhelming storm ca to a halt.
The burly man sensed this opportunity with precision, striking with a blade that cut through the air, piercing him in the chest with ferocious force!
Accompanied by a bone-chilling sound of tal clashing, the white robe, along with the Soft Armor inside, tore apart, and blood sprayed, the wound deep enough to reveal bone!
"Qin Yi, just you wait!"
The man in white shrieked as he leapt back.
Seeing the burly man in hot pursuit, he took a talisman from his bosom, a pained look in his eyes, and slapped it onto his body.
The second strike from the burly man hit nothing but air; the man turned to white mist and soon disappeared completely.
"Fog Concealing Talisman?"
"Didn’t expect him to have this thing... hmph, but with the opportunity at hand and being hit by my blade at this crucial mont, he’s going to have a tough ti!"
Having vented his anger, the burly man felt quite satisfied.
Turning to look in the direction from which the Wind Blade ca, he only saw a glimpse of a blue Daoist robe disappearing into the crowd.
...
Chen Mo wandered around the city, trying several inns, all were full with not a single vacant room available.
Exiting the last inn, he sighed helplessly.
*After all, this was a "low-key trip," and going to the county governnt wasn’t convenient. If it really didn’t work out, he’d have to make do outside for the night.*
"Hold on, brother."
At this mont, a thick voice rang out.
Chen Mo looked up to see the burly man with the massive Plain Blade walking toward him.
It was the sa "Qin Yi" from before.
"Thank you for your help earlier," Qin Yi said, clasping his fists.
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.
*He had acted rather discreetly, and with the Concealing Ring to hide his aura, he hadn’t expected to be recognized.*
*It seed this man’s mind was not as rough as his exterior suggested.*
"I have no intention of getting involved in the feud between you two. I simply returned the favor," Chen Mo said flatly.
"Return the favor?"
Qin Yi was montarily taken aback, pondering for a mont, and found these words to be quite in line with his own principles, making his gaze toward Chen Mo a bit more friendly.
"I am Qin Yi, a True Disciple of the Kuixing Sect, pleased to et you."
The Kuixing Sect was one of the Eight Great Sects, its standing in the Jianghu second only to the Three Saint Sect, with formidable strength. Chen Mo hadn’t expected this man to have such a background.
Chen Mo clasped his hands and said, "I am Yang Dingtian, Chief Disciple of the Hard Gang, greetings to Brother Qin."
Hard Gang?
It was Qin Yi’s first ti hearing the na, likely a local gang from a distant town.
However, he felt no disdain toward Chen Mo and said with a smile, "So, it’s Brother Yang. The inns here have been fully booked for days. If Brother Yang doesn’t mind, you can stay with . Anyway, with ditation, the night will pass quickly."
"That... wouldn’t be appropriate, would it?" Chen Mo hesitated a bit.
"We’re all grown n, what’s there to worry about?" Qin Yi said warmly, putting his arm around Chen Mo’s shoulder. "Co on, let’s go inside and chat. I’ve been longing for soone to drink with."
Chen Mo thought for a mont and didn’t refuse.
*He happened to need a legitimate identity, and following Qin Yi could save him a lot of trouble.*
...
"Cheers!"
"Brother Yang, you hold your liquor well!"
In the room on the second floor, the two n drank and talked rrily.
With several bottles of strong liquor consud, the atmosphere grew increasingly harmonious, and they beca much closer.
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