From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Outside the yard, an old man with mottled white hair walked in with brisk steps. His trouser legs were stained with yellow-brown marks from the mud and water splashed on them in his hasty steps.

"Master Han, why don't you give me some face?"

The middle-aged aide didn't bother to get angry with his young master, and leaned over to whisper. Only the last sentence was spoken openly, as if it was specifically for the old man to hear.

"If this guy starts, we'll all die. Forty armors are definitely not enough to protect the young master."

Han Yushu's face turned pale.

"He dares to kill me!?"

The middle-aged aide slapped his forehead, thinking that they had killed all of them but they were still pointing fingers at them. There was also a spy from the Fushui Room at the scene. Given the bad relationship between the Liyang royal family and Beiliang, there was a lot to be done. The old man might be able to retreat calmly. After all, there were many people who would spare no effort to disgust Beiliang.

"Well, I'm not exaggerating. When I was young, I was a well-known lunatic."

The old man stroked the beard hanging on his chest, thinking that this aide was really in trouble. He decided to pity him and give him a way out. It seemed that he would be "humiliated by his master and die as a minister" sooner or later anyway.

Han Yushu was shocked and confused, he saw the pitiful meaning in it.

"Of course the sword manual is for the destined person. I promise on behalf of my disciple that I will never pursue the matter in the future. Those who violate the law will be struck by lightning. Besides, it was an outsider who was greedy, and Master Han helped out for justice."

"It won't happen again."

Han Yushu glanced at the old man coldly, it was obvious that there was one more person who held a grudge against him.

The middle-aged aide bowed and apologized to the two people present, then evacuated the scene with the soldiers.

The old man looked at the back of the second idiot of the Han family and stroked his white beard with relish.

"What do you think he is thinking?"

"After three to five years, when I am promoted to the first level, I will definitely slaughter that young man in front of this old man and then crush his dog head with one foot." Jiang Yuan's face looked normal, and his meaning was probably similar.

The old man looked embarrassed, "Dog heads and the like, that's not very kind."

Jiang Yuan turned and walked into the old house, and rescued two buckets of millet and two hundred and thirty coins from the cellar which had collapsed mostly.

"The sword manual is gone." The old man climbed on top of the cellar and said, "Revenge is the most focused path."

"Do I look like a petty person?"

Jiang Yuan rescued two more cabbages from the rubble.

"Let's go, I'm going to set a fire."

The old man felt a little awkward, but still followed behind his disciple whom he liked very much.

……

That night.

On the road from Hengshui City to the provincial capital Dazhan City, the Han family members went to the post station planned for their trip to rest.

The soldiers lit several bonfires and sat around them to take off their armor.

There are many things to pay attention to when wearing armor. Even for a strong and old soldier, it is very dangerous to take off the armor rashly. If he gets armor-removing syndrome, he often will not survive the next day, and even the best doctors cannot cure him.

On the second floor of the wooden house, the soldiers brought wine, pancakes, and a few plates of pickles. After putting them down, they immediately left the house, not daring to disturb the two nobles' rest.

Han Yushu was still brooding over what happened during the day.

The middle-aged aide was hesitant to speak. He almost had a falling out with the young master before, and now he didn't know how to start.

"With this sword manual, all the grievances I've suffered are not in vain. Uncle Hong, I know you're doing this for my own good. I still remember when I was a kid you carried me up the mountain to pick mushrooms." Han Yushu sighed. This was his best effort to ease the relationship.

The middle-aged aide burst out laughing. After all, it was difficult for two men to express their feelings in a friendly way.

Suddenly, the smile and relief on the face of the aide named Hong disappeared, and turned into heart-wrenching horror.

On the shadow of the swaying red light of the brazier, someone stepped forward on the boundary between light and darkness, his face splattered with blood, carrying a strong bow that he had seized. He circulated the ten acupoints in his right hand, pushing the rough dagger in his hand forward with force, and the martial arts fist wrapped around it, splitting into two streams that cut back and forth.

The tip of the dagger broke Han Yushu's skull. The assassin twisted his wrist and let out a sharp cry that suddenly became weak.

Half-step second-grade, the best ones can kill dozens of armored soldiers, but their physique is far from being immune to swords and weapons.

Jiang Yuan pulled out the dagger, but because the human skull is the hardest material, this shabby weapon had lost its little bit of sharpness.

He stepped on Han Yushu's head, then lifted the brazier. The hot firewood rushed into his throat, causing the middle-aged man from a scholar family to wail and roll on the ground.

The voice spread out, and within a moment, a team of soldiers broke in through the door.

Three feathers were shot at the same time, and each of them sank into the eye socket. Jiang Yuan drew the sword from Han Yushu's waist, stepped forward and chopped with force, killing the fourth person vertically.

Roars and screams rang out. Whether one is wearing armor or not, or sitting on a horse or not, they are completely different types of opponents for the people in the martial arts world.

The narrow wooden building of the post station made it impossible to form a battle formation, and in just ten seconds, one team was completely killed or wounded.

Normally speaking, when fighting with strong soldiers, an ordinary seventh-rank warrior would not have enough energy to sustain multiple full-strength swings of the sword.

But someone still has the Saint Thief.

Black smoke that was invisible to the naked eye spread out, covering the twelve corpses and injecting vitality into the bodies.

The one with the most abundant vitality in heaven and earth is the leader of all living things.

The twelve acupoints were refined into his life force. This time, Jiang Yuan chose the area around his eyes, which were located on the Shaoyang Triple Burner and Shaoyin Small Intestine meridians of the hand, as if a bonfire was rising in his right eye.

He could see at night and could see several miles away.

Jiang Yuan picked up the strong bow and put on his back two fully loaded quivers, each containing thirty arrows.

In the dark night, the bow's string was shocked like thunder.

The entire post station became a hunting ground. Some soldiers hurriedly put on their armor, but arrows penetrated through the gap in the back of their skulls and broke out of their eye sockets. The huge penetrating wounds would destroy their lives.

No one can walk three hundred steps away from him, but when it comes to archery accuracy, no one can surpass him.

The battle lasted for twenty minutes from infiltration to escape. The four team members were the first to die, followed by the soldiers who turned into headless flies.

There were no expected powerful entourage, because the Half-Step Junior Grandmaster was a powerful man himself, and he was accompanied by a group of armored soldiers. Those top masters who were able to move around were only a minority after all. Han Yushu was in the territory of Jizhou, and without a dragon crossing the river, it was actually difficult for him to die.

Eventually the fire spread throughout the entire station.

Jiang Yuan disappeared into the darkness again. The saint had plundered the vitality of forty-one people. In addition to the fifty-one natal acupoints he had refined before, the length, speed, and total amount of the qi flow had been significantly improved.

According to his estimation, when all of the innate nature is refined, it will begin to affect the real body from the invisible acupoints.

In short, it is the innate magical power.

Late at night, Jiang Yuan was cleaning up the mess while running back to Hengshui City. The old man who claimed to be surnamed Pei did not follow him. After all, someone who could kill a half-step grandmaster and forty armored soldiers must be at the first-grade level. If he was smart, he should have shown up in a public place.

……

A very famous den of brothel in Hengshui City.

Pei Lu remained silent as he looked at the two cabbages and two bushels of rice on the table.

He wanted to throw away these sundries, but he didn't dare to. It would be too bad if that guy held a grudge against him.

"Mr. Pei, how about my dance?"

On the opposite side, a charming woman smiled like a flower. Even in an important border town, these common occupations are still indispensable.

(End of this chapter)