He could feel it; this person was formidable.
Longbows and crossbows, firing at close range, even top-notch experts couldn't block them, let alone the fact that Great Leader Chen's n were also prepared and had charged together.
ng Yu coldly watched this group of people.
Without drawing his sword from his back, a fla rose, and in his days in jail, ng Yu had cultivated so fist and foot skills. He used the White Crane Steps and White Crane Hamr as fluidly as flowing clouds and water, and the fla from the Fire Crow Sword Technique was just as srizing in his hands.
A fire snake spat out, perfectly blocking the arrows, then his fingers flicked in rapid succession, and the archers twenty steps away suddenly scread loudly.
And he, his body as fluid as clouds and water, moved forward; anyone who stood in his way touched by his palm would, the next mont, have flas bursting from within, engulfing them.
Just like those twelve archers.
He had decided, his alias would be Fiery Young Master, and his martial skill nad Fiery God Palm, disguising himself as a close-combat mage!
In just an instant, more than twenty people turned into firen, then fell to the ground one by one, while the hall was filled with the stench of charred flesh, and ng Yu had already arrived in front of Grand Chieftain Chen.
"I!"
Suddenly, a bitter taste filled Grand Chieftain Chen's mouth. He wanted to say he never touched the Liu Family mbers, he wanted to question why such a high and mighty person like you ca to show off in his place, he had even witnessed how terrifying ng Yu's martial skill was, similar to twenty years ago, when the Saintess of Guanghan from the Martial Saint Land of Ice and Snow Palace fought others, it was with this very manner.
But that was the Martial Saint Land, the Saintess of Guanghan Palace! And this young person in front of him...
He gritted his teeth, his Five Tigers Gate-Crushing Saber that he had diligently practiced for forty years cleaved at ng Yu, the sabre light was bright as snow, sealing off any escape for his opponent. But the young person before him moved agilely as a white crane, with a twist and a turn, he dodged the sabre light, then landed a palm on his chest.
The palm was light, gone in a flash.
"Boom!"
An intensely hot fla surged upwards, he scread as he turned into a fireman, and the next second, he fell to the ground, becoming a torch in the middle of the hall.
"Anyone who runs dies!"
With a flick of his finger, two Fire Crows flew out, turning two lackeys who tried to escape into firen.
ng Yu looked at the bandits present and huffed coldly, "What garbage, the girl saves you, and this is how you repay her, by kidnapping her to your mountain stronghold?"
ng Yu kicked the floor, and the ash that was once Cheng Kaiyuan had already burned to dregs.
"Can I take over as the Stronghold Leader of Black Wind Stockade?"
Red candles were dimly lit, red silk was hung high, beautiful won were like jade; it was a lively scene.
The only thing missing was the wedding night.
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One day later, ng Yu sat on the soft couch, contentedly patting the armrest of the walnut chair.
Indeed, one cannot live isolated from society.
This past month, he had been inquiring about the surroundings, including sleeping rough, alternating between hunger and fullness, even chatting with the locals—only to turn around and find the locals preparing knockout drugs for him, with kids holding sticks ready to rob him...
Not to ntion life in the wilderness, lying in trees surrounded by mosquitoes, ants, venomous snakes, bird droppings, and so on, sotis for the sake of traveling swiftly, he had to use Qinggong for hours on end!
In the end, he decided to find a secluded place and set himself up as the King of the Mountain.
Of course, he didn't co alone; on the way, he encountered a group of wandering samurais. Upon seeing ng Yu's combat prowess and hearing that he intended to beco an outlaw, they imdiately kowtowed and swore allegiance, leading to today's scene of Black Wind Stockade's marriage and the previous scene of him killing.
"Hero ng, please have your al."
A tender and virtuous voice ca from outside, and a shy woman walked in.
There were six people from the Liu Family, mainly Madam Liu, Miss Liu, and the second young Miss Liu, along with three cousins.
This was quite normal; in this era, if a family was wealthy and influential, the extended family would send their daughters, sons, and so on to help, even starting from being maids and servants. It wasn't mistreatnt but providing a way out.
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It was Miss Liu who ca. That day, after killing the Great Village Chief, he also took the chance to save Miss Liu, Second Miss Liu, and Madam Liu. ng Yu then asked them, "How will you repay this kindness?"
ng Yu didn't have any problems, of course he wouldn't make up a story about owing a favor to the Liu Family mbers, and Madam Liu imdiately offered money as no problem, and for saving their lives, we will pay right away. "You let my two daughters go, and I will stay as a hostage. As for the money, I will give you whatever you want," she said.
Then ng Yu smiled and said, "You are beautiful, and so are your thoughts."
ng Yu's solution was very simple.
He told them, "Send soone to the Liu Family to get the money. The six of you stay here first, take good care of the kitchen, and be responsible for my als. When the Liu Family mbers co, I will let you go."
ng Yu was not afraid of poison. Though he wouldn't claim to be immune to all poisons, it was impossible to find poison in the stronghold that could harm him, an eighth layer Qi Cultivator. But what about sothing disgusting like spit?
The previous maids of the stronghold didn't seem reliable, and the idea of the rcenary recruits who had been subdued cooking was out of the question.
The young ladies were noticeably fair-skinned and had clean limbs, and their daily habits seed very good—such people in charge of the kitchen ant he wouldn't be wronged.
Now, Miss Liu was delivering the al—that famous great talent whom Master Cheng couldn't forget and who was known far and wide.
Well, ng Yu liked the gentle and virtuous type, especially her shy but prince-admiring expression—it was really quite nice.
Upon opening the al tray, today's al contained four dishes and one soup, all common dishes, but characteristic of the mountain stronghold.
The first dish was mixed wild vegetables.
These common wild greens around the stronghold were carefully prepared, looking green and lush. When picked up with chopsticks, they did not have the bitterness of wild vegetables but rather a refreshing taste, like after rain in the field, with different flavors mingling together that imdiately whet the appetite.
The second dish was stead cured at with rice flour. Large chunks of at and shiny grains of rice, with refined seasonings, had no hint of any odorous taste—it was exactly the type of dish that n loved to eat with als.
The third and fourth dishes were stir-fried chicken and stead eggs. The stir-fried chicken was so delicious that ng Yu almost bit his tongue, while the stead eggs were silky and tender, with a special sweetness that seed like the kiss from a lover.
Perhaps the only regret was that the portion was too small.
"Really not enough to eat... Miss Liu, next ti make more, I feel like I could eat a whole cow," ng Yu sighed, continuing to drink the soup. The soup was chicken broth, but without any hint of gaminess, and extrely smooth. When he drank it, it felt as if sothing was gently scratching at his heart.
Miss Liu stood there ekly, her face blushing, and after a long ti, she whispered.
"Mother said, 'A little of many dishes is best, it's actually best if there isn't quite enough,' Young Master ng."
Her mother had taught her this when she was preparing to beco a bride—that one would grow tired of even exotic delicacies if eaten daily, but exquisite small dishes, only a little each ti, would never wear out their welco.
A clever wife would carefully prepare several delicious dishes for her husband, but never too much, as this would make her husband like it all the more.
Unfortunately, she no longer had that opportunity.
"Hmm, that saying makes sense. Don't worry about staying in the stronghold, and take so ti to practice martial arts. Seriously, such beautiful girls—such poor swordsmanship..."
ng Yu humd a bit, surrounded by various snacks that the ladies had made and sent over, so he wasn't worried about going hungry. Then he signaled for her to leave.
Then, soone else ca in.
"Boss, this is the stronghold's account book."
The speaker was a man in his thirties who respectfully handed over the ledger.
On the twelfth day, ng Yu had encountered a group of itinerant rcenaries. Observing that these people were quite honorable—robbing wealth without killing people, and even leaving a little money for their victims—he revealed himself and asked, "I need a group of underlings; are you willing to be enlisted by ?"
The sudden appearance of ng Yu made the group exchange glances. But when ng Yu shattered a boulder with a palm and turned a tree into a torch with a flick of a finger, and when he declared his intent to flatten Black Wind Stockade and asked if they were willing to work for him...
"Here's so silver as a down paynt."
Dad, no, Granddad, how fortunate we are to have t you in this life!
Seeing the bag of silver, ng Yu's cultivation, and his goals, the group of rcenaries imdiately kowtowed in agreent!
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