Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 137: The Fourth Carriage Puller

"Why do I have to please the young lady?"

"Are you saying you don't like the young lady?"

"I don't like those who only want money."

"How can you be like this?"

"I'm used to it."

"This is a brothel!"

"I know."

...

Miss Yaner felt a bit disheartened. This person was not only proud, cold, and highly skilled in martial arts, but also stingy and uninteresting.

"Miss Yaner, bring us some wine!"

Three young men holding weapons approached from downstairs. They were all strong and muscular, clearly experts in the Martial Dao.

Miss Yaner obviously recognized them and quickly went up to greet them, squinting her eyes. "Oh, it's the Defiant Willow Blade, the Daring Guest, and the Cloud Dragon. What wind blew you here?"

"It's the scent of your charm that can be smelled ten miles away, along with the hot wind of one hundred thousand taels of silver and three top-grade Martial Dao Cultivation Techniques!"

The three men laughed heartily and took their seats.

"Bring us some wine!"

Miss Yaner called the waiter to bring a jug of wine and considerately filled their cups, her eyes bright. "Top-grade martial arts Cultivation Techniques? Is it true?"

Cloud Dragon smiled. "How could I deceive you?"

Miss Yaner's heart skipped a beat and she chuckled. "Where did you get them? Top-grade martial arts Cultivation Techniques are worth more than gold. Did they come with the wind?"

Defiant Willow Blade said lightly, "Miss Yaner, don't you know about the wanted posters from the Jianghu for the Divine Spear Villa, the Du Family, and the Duan Yang Tower?"

Miss Yaner blinked her eyes. "How would a humble woman like me know about such terrifying things? Who is so unlucky to be jointly pursued by these three families?"

Daring Guest chuckled and explained like a mentor, "This person is called Xin Zhuo, a cunning and treacherous bandit. It is said that he is skilled in the art of poison. He has tricked Zhao Lao and others before, and later harmed Tang Gongzi, Du Gongzi, and Hero Xue Huaiwei!"

"I see!" Miss Yaner asked, "Will he pass by here?"

Defiant Willow Blade said, "This was deduced by the old man. We spent five hundred taels of silver to buy the information, so it should be true!"

Miss Yaner blinked her eyes. "Since this person is so formidable and even Tang Gongzi and the others were poisoned, why did the three of you dare to come? It's not that I look down on you, I'm just worried about your safety."

"Hahaha..." Daring Guest laughed, "You don't know. It is said that the little thief is only sixteen or seventeen years old. How high can his martial arts realm be? He's just a master of poison. We have prepared seventeen antidotes, so we should have some confidence!"

Miss Yaner nodded. "As they say, fortune favors the bold. You three are truly meticulous."

Just as the three were about to joke around some more, a cold voice came from nearby. "This person belongs to me! You can leave now!"

The three and Miss Yaner turned their heads to look.

It was Yan Chizong sitting by the window. Although he was speaking, his gaze was still fixed on the official road outside, as if he didn't care about the three at all.

Defiant Willow Blade and the others exchanged glances, their expressions turning cold. "Aren't you afraid of the wind blowing your tongue away?"

"Canglang--"

Yan Chizong's saber had already been unsheathed, and the snow-white blade was engraved with the characters "Leaving Wind."

The faces of Defiant Willow Blade and the others changed, and they immediately stood up and respectfully saluted. "So it's the Leaving Wind bladesman Yan Chizong. Please forgive our ignorance! Forgive us!"

Yan Chizong, the Leaving Wind bladesman, was thirty-one years old and reached the sixth rank last year. His Saber Technique was unfathomable and he was famous in the region. He was definitely not comparable to practitioners of their seventh rank.

Yan Chizong did not reply, as if he had already regarded them as air. His gaze remained fixed on the official road, in fact, his gaze had not moved even a bit.

At this moment, three people were slowly pulling a wooden "boat" on the official road.

His cold eyes lit up slightly, and his figure flashed, disappearing from the spot.

Indeed, a masterful display of Qinggong, so beautiful.

The three members of the Willow Blade Sect and Miss Yan exchanged glances, picked up their swords, and immediately rushed to the window to look down. However, they stood frozen in place, their faces filled with confusion.

They saw the bladesman Yan Chizong suddenly collapse, his hair in disarray.

Of course, he didn't fall on his own. There was a sword, a spear, and a large hammer on his body.

The four of them exchanged glances again, sensing a hint of fear in each other's eyes. They quickly returned to their seats, as if nothing had happened.

Yan Chizong lay on the sturdy stone street, his body aching. Pedestrians around him kept their distance, looking at him in fear.

His head was a bit fuzzy, and he felt a slight blockage in his heart. He had some confidence in himself, but he didn't expect Xue Huaiwei and the others to attack him.

Facing three opponents in the same realm, he was naturally no match for them.

He struggled to lift his head and looked at Xue Huaiwei and the others. His face remained cold, as if he had won the battle. It wasn't intentional, just a habit:

"Why? Have you been controlled by the Xin thief?"

"We were actually trying to save you!" Tang Shize still held his sword, but his expression was very strange.

"Save me?" Yan Chizong frowned.

Xue Huaiwei nodded, "That's right! To save you, we didn't make a move. Now you're already a corpse!"

Yan Chizong finally looked at the young man sitting on the wooden "boat" behind them, carefully examining him. He couldn't tell the level of his martial realm, shaking his head, "I don't understand this statement!"

Xue Huaiwei and the others immediately stepped aside, looking at him strangely, "Very well, you can try it yourself!"

Yan Chizong really leaped up and reached for the knife he had thrown aside. Just as he was about to touch the hilt of the knife, a stone suddenly flew and accurately broke his right pinky finger.

He forgot about the pain and looked at Xin Zhuo in horror. He naturally sensed a faint green wood attribute True Qi in the air, and his body began to tremble violently.

Tang Shize suppressed his laughter and asked, "Death or pulling a cart?"

Yan Chizong calmly picked up the knife again, but this time he sheathed it, saying coldly, "I've loved pulling carts since I was young!"

...

"Creak, creak..."

The wooden "boat" stopped in Fengma Town for half an hour, bought enough food for the journey, and continued on.

However, the group of three pulling the cart had become four.

Night fell, and the outskirts were dark. Xue Huaiwei and Tang Shize held torches in front, ensuring that the road was visible.

"Now, how many experts have taken up the bounty to hunt us down in the martial world?" Tang Shize curiously asked Yan Chizong, not deliberately suppressing his voice, as he was already a prisoner, and whether Xin Zhuo heard or not didn't matter.

Yan Chizong turned his head and nodded in a pleasing manner, then thought for a moment, "Just from what I know, there's the old man from the Gu family, Mr. Zhao, Mr. Ge, the mad master from Shaolin, and Wudang's Keqing'e, over a hundred people!"

"The old man from the Gu family? The fifth-rank expert who excels in divination?" Xue Huaiwei finally showed a hint of surprise.

Yan Chizong nodded, "That's right! To be honest, I and others who know your whereabouts bought the information from the old man from the Gu family."

Du Jiunian asked, "Why didn't he come himself?"

Yan Chizong pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe he wanted others to test the truth of King Xin first."

Xin Zhuo, who had been silent and listening, suddenly spoke up, "How many people like the old man from the Gu family are there in this realm? What is the highest realm?"

Yan Chizong turned his head and earnestly replied, "The old man from the Gu family is a fifth-rank expert, and there aren't many people like him. I estimate there are about three or four. As for the highest realm, there probably isn't a higher realm than the fifth rank."

Xin Zhuo nodded, understanding this reasoning. They had already tested Xue Huaiwei and the others on the way. The three families of the Divine Spear Villa didn't have any Grandmaster realm experts, and the highest combat power was only fifth rank. Therefore, the things they could offer were limited.

He asked, "Where are the people from the Divine Spear Villa, Du family, and Duan Yang Tower?"

Xue Huaiwei and the others immediately focused their attention and pricked up their ears.

Yan Chizong hesitated for a moment, "It seems that something happened to the three families. It is said that they gathered at Duan Yang Tower to discuss matters, and after issuing the bounty, they didn't care anymore."

(End of this chapter)