Chapter 949: Chapter 129: This Road Is Closed, Because I Said So
The red-clad youth stretched out his arms, yawned lazily, looked below, and said leisurely: “You do have a point. I’ll hold off for now. Anyway, this person below, even if they run, won’t get far.”
“Once we deal with Ouyang Guiyuan and the Sword Servant, we’ll chop off the sacrificial sword in passing.”
The woman said:
“It’s best that you can think this way.”
“Being able to endure signifies progress. When we return, I’ll put in a good word for you in front of the Valley Master.”
The red-clad youth sneered, indifferent.
………
“Young man, here are your fried pastries and a large pot of cold tea.”
“And this too, shredded pickles. These pickled chunks are homade, best for accompanying als. Enjoy at your leisure.”
The shopkeeper, a woman in her thirties with a bit of plumpness, placed the items on the table for Wang Anfeng and then hurriedly turned and left to attend to others. Wang Anfeng seed oblivious to the malice emanating from the third floor of the inn earlier. Unfazed, he grabbed a fried pastry in one hand and a chopstick of shredded pickles in the other, devouring heartily.
Seeing his hearty eating, the man opposite couldn’t help but glance sideways. Wang Anfeng, with Five Senses sharper than most, casually looked up at the man. The latter, seeing Wang Anfeng’s gaze, did not feel awkward and burst out a hearty laugh:
“Young brother, quite the appetite!”
“Didn’t expect that soone not particularly husky like you could eat so much.”
Wang Anfeng swallowed his food and smiled:
“I’ve been used to hard labor since childhood, so my appetite naturally grew. Back then, I was even worried about not having enough to eat in the future.”
The man burst into laughter again. After exchanging these few words, they seed a bit more familiar with each other. After a few more sentences, the man casually asked: “Young brother, are you heading to the State City ahead?”
Wang Anfeng shook his head and said: “No, I’m heading to a nearby village.”
“I happen to have two old acquaintances there.”
The man suddenly understood, nodded, then pointed to the shoulder pole and goods beside him, smiling: “That’s convenient. We’re quite the sa. But my acquaintances aren’t just one or two, they amount to whole families.”
“Due to the busy farming season at ho, they can’t find three to five days to go to the city, so I buy what they need from the city, sell along the way, and eventually bring so farm produce into the city. Though it’s a bit tough, I can still earn a little money.”
As he spoke, he wrapped the last two fried pastries with shredded pickles, wiped them through the oily residue in the dish, soaking up the flavor, then threw them into his mouth, chewing a few large bites, raised his teacup, downed the cold tea in one gulp, and placed it heavily on the table, rubbing his belly while exhaling a breath of satisfaction.
Then he looked at Wang Anfeng, smiled, and said:
“If you have fried pastries with water bloating in your stomach, it helps you last longer. This is a secret tradition, young brother, others won’t tell you, hahaha.”
Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly wobbled and uttered a soft “huh.” Wang Anfeng calmly held down the table and saw that the teacup filled with cold tea was trembling, creating ripples on the surface.
………
Horse hooves landed heavily on the ground, raising dust.
A procession of ten pure black stallions, without a hint of any other color, extrely majestic, their hair like satin, smooth and shiny, the muscles beneath rippling like waves.
The ten riders, both n and won, were all full of spirit and energy, dressed as Jianghu knights, their presence radiating. At this mont, they seed to have clashed with soone. Although they were riding fast horses, there was still soone keeping pace beside them—a tall and burly man.
Towering nine feet, with large, rough hands and feet, each step he took covered a distance of over ten zhang, and as he landed, he created a crater. His speed was not inferior to a galloping horse, yet still appeared calm. His face was tense, with a faintly frightening anger, shouting repeatedly.
Passersby who recognized him couldn’t help but let out low exclamations, hurriedly stepping aside, watching the eleven people speed away, montarily too afraid to move forward.
Those unfamiliar with the situation asked curiously, yet received no response. After several tries, the reason was finally revealed. This rugged-looking man wasn’t an unknown figure; he was one of the top experts in a radius of two to three hundred li.
It was said he once joined one of the Jianghu’s seven sects, in the branch of the Heavenly Dragon Institute.
Hearing these words, the nearby pedestrians first took a sharp breath. Compared to the many sword-wielding Confucian scholars who frequently traversed the Jianghu, the warriors of the Heavenly Dragon Institute seldom walked its paths, but their prowess was certainly not weaker. He never expected to see a warrior from the Heavenly Dragon Institute here, but soon noticed it was the branch of the Institute.
The previously inhaled breath was slowly exhaled as he said:
“The branch?”
“If it’s the branch, then it shouldn’t be particularly formidable.”
The one speaking shook his head and said: “You got it wrong. The Heavenly Dragon Institute branch might be managed more leniently, but martial arts are taught the sa. They just don’t have to adhere to the Institute’s ascetic rules.”
“Having been accepted into the Heavenly Dragon Institute, he erged later commanding a mastery that could shake a region.”
Without minding the nearby person’s astonishnt, he continued: “I just wonder, how did those youngsters provoke such a fearso Jianghu figure?”
At this mont, a sudden booming reverberation was heard from afar. Several people hurriedly looked up to see, roughly a hundred zhang away, a violent storm suddenly erupting. Visible ripples spread like water waves, carrying shattered stones and rubble, forming a dust phenonon resembling an Exotic Beast, roaring with its head held high.
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