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"Because they're used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong."

Those who bully men and oppress women are best at picking on the weak. If they find that the persimmon they've picked is a bit too hard... then they'll switch to a softer one.

Tang Xuejian didn't feel like she was being stopped in the street and almost harassed at all. If the two of them hadn't come, she could have easily taken down those four good-for-nothings.

She walked up to Jing Tian and asked, "What were you talking about just now?"

It's long-winded and rambling, and the dialogue is pretty cheesy.

I simply can't think of any flattering words to that extent.

Jing Tian felt a little wronged and immediately explained, "Brother Jie said that when introducing him, it's best to praise him from the side, not too bluntly."

In all honesty, what he praised couldn't escape the "careful guidance" of Tan Wenjie, yet now he's being misunderstood as a sycophant.

No, that would be a bad deal.

Tang Xuejian wanted to call him a sycophant, but when she turned around and saw that Tan Wenjie was indeed surrounded by random women, she silently shut her mouth.

It seems that Jing Tian was being a bit too cautious just now. The truth is even more exaggerated. Anyone who didn't know better would think that eating a piece of his flesh would grant them immortality.

They successfully escaped the frantically chasing crowd and stood against a wall at the corner of an alley.

Outside, a rushing crowd surged past, but few people were spotted.

Jing Tian: "Brother Jie, I want to learn this!"

Tan Wenjie: "You want to learn everything, but you can't bite off more than you can chew."

He had only accidentally released a bit of his aura. As a "reincarnation of a saint" and a "born holy spirit," his charm was already at its peak. Fortunately, those who surrounded him were all humans. If they had been female demons, the situation would have definitely spiraled out of control.

After all, eating a bite of his flesh could truly grant "immortality."

Wait, how could I forget to take a bite of myself? Maybe it will help me extend my lifespan.

"Ahhh, he's here!"

A sharp explosion interrupted the group of people who were secretly chatting behind the wall, and a large number of frenzied women surged in like a tide.

"run!"

Back on the ship again.

Tang Xuejian held a small box in her hand, her expression somewhat blank.

Everything was different from what she had expected.

"grandfather……"

Jing Tian noticed that Tang Xuejian wasn't very interested, so he leaned over and asked, "What is this?"

"I've heard that the Worry-Free Immortal Fruit is a local specialty and can cure diseases and save lives. I'd like to buy some and have the escort agency send it back to Tang Family Fortress," Tang Xuejian sighed.

He never expected to encounter four thugs on the street, and he never imagined that things would develop so unexpectedly that he would become a pariah and eventually have to go back to the ship to hide.

Although she knew very well that the Worry-Free Immortal Fruit might not be able to completely cure her grandfather's illness, what if it was?

"Why not just fly back?"

"Brother Jie, what did you say?"

"Master Tan, what did you say?"

“Fly!” Tan Wenjie pointed at Jing Tian, ​​then at Long Kui and the Demon Sword. “Whoosh, fly up into the sky. It’ll only take half a day to get back to Yuzhou City from here.”

It can even fly.

Being able to fly is really amazing.

"But we have already promised Master Xu that we would accompany Sister Zixuan to Penglai."

A person must keep his word.

"She travels by boat, which is slow."

Zixuan, who had just come out, was speechless.

Actually, she could fly. She didn't fly before because she wanted to spend some time alone with Xu Changqing. Whether the old man from Shushan approved of her was not important. She just wanted to be with Xu Changqing. Later, she stopped flying because she didn't have the strength to fly with a large group of people in the sky.

Jing Tian quickly said, "Sister Zixuan, let's go back to Yuzhou City first, and come back to find you after we deliver the Worry-Free Immortal Fruit."

He already knew that Tan Wenjie wouldn't go to Penglai, and besides, letting Tan Wenjie and Zixuan stay together gave Jingtian a strong and ominous feeling.

"Brother Jie, all good things must come to an end..." Jing Tian clasped his hands in a fist salute, but stopped halfway through his sentence.

I think I mentioned it before.

"gone."

With a sword cry, Jing Tian rode the Demon Sword and headed straight for the Shu region with his two sisters.

Tan Wenjie and Zixuan remained on the boat.

"Master Tan..."

"Grandma, please don't do this..."

"?"

……

Riding on a flying sword, Jing Tian was incredibly fast, and he brought Tang Xuejian back to Yuzhou City.

There have been quite a few people flying around in the sky lately, and because they are very low-key, they haven't attracted anyone's attention.

“You go back to Tangjiabao, and I’ll also go back to Yong’an Pawnshop,” Jing Tian said, as he still had many treasures left at Yong’an Pawnshop.

Tang Xuejian nodded, and after they parted ways, she went straight to Tang Family Fortress. However, she did not expect to be met with devastating news as soon as she returned: her grandfather had died.

"You stole the Five Poison Beasts and colluded with outsiders to loot the Tang Family Fortress warehouse. You are no longer a member of the Tang family. Get out of here now!"

"We absolutely cannot let her leave unless she hands over the Five Poison Beasts."

"Wait, what did you say? The Tang Family Fort warehouse was looted?" A figure suddenly appeared in Tang Xuejian's mind.

Given the way a certain expert does things, it seems there's no reason for him to let go of such a big, fat sheep as Tangjiabao.

The people of Tangjiabao were filled with indignation upon seeing this: "So it really is related to her!"

Tang Xuejian cannot be allowed to live; she stole treasures and colluded with outsiders to plunder her own home.

……

On the vast expanse of water, a boat bobs up and down with the waves.

"Master Tan, please go ahead with your business," Zi Xuan said to Tan Wenjie. "I will take a boat to Penglai."

"Alright, you can take your time traveling by boat."

There's no rush to go to Penglai to farm materials; the seventy-two immortal realms on earth can't grow legs or run away.

He remembered that when he encountered the Evil Sword Immortal before, he wanted to go to the Thunderbolt Hall headquarters.

With a gentle push from his feet, Tan Wenjie soared into the sky, leaving a sharp trail of cloud in his wake.

Zixuan watched him leave.

"Indeed, these are turbulent times."

With the collapse of the Demon-Sealing Tower, all sorts of talented individuals hiding deep in the mountains and forests have emerged, and the world is likely to face another major crisis.

"But why does he call me Grandma?"

……

A branch of the Thunderbolt Hall.

"Boom!"

Tan Wenjie kicked the door open.

"It's you!" A Thunderbolt Hall disciple raised a finger, his voice trembling, but not daring to speak too loudly, "How dare you trespass on the Thunderbolt Hall's territory!"

As the most powerful force in the martial arts world, they are the ones who bully others and never get attacked.

Tan Wenjie was somewhat surprised: "You know me?"

Considering the speed of information transmission in the world of gods and demons, it's not surprising that Thunderbolt Hall knew about him. After all, the Evil Sword Immortal was too cunning, and it wouldn't be difficult to get general information about him from him.

"I don't know him." The Thunderbolt Hall disciple's gaze shifted, and he suddenly knelt down when Tan Wenjie took another step forward.

"This is my first day on the job. If you're a hero and want to uphold justice, could you please let me off the hook?"

On the other hand, the Thunderbolt Hall is a big target, and top experts come to punish evil and eliminate wickedness every now and then; otherwise, a complete novice like him wouldn't have been able to join so quickly.

The grassroots level is dying out quickly, and there is a large shortage of consumables.

He dared to kick the door open at this moment, regardless of the strength of the other party, he was certain that the other party was stronger than him.

He came to the Thunderbolt Hall because he didn't want to farm. Why risk his life for a few dollars a month?

"Get lost." Tan Wenjie waved his hand.

"Great hero, I am deeply grateful. Please do not hesitate to ask for my help in the future. My kindness will never be forgotten..."

Tan Wenjie raised his foot as if to kick: "Get out of here now!"

A supporting character stealing so many lines. "I'm leaving right now!" Sun Gou Dan scrambled away.

With no one guarding the gate and no one issuing warnings, not a single person from the entire Thunderbolt Hall branch came out to investigate the situation.

Upon entering, Tan Wenjie was met with puzzled looks from patrolling Thunderbolt Hall disciples.

He swaggered in, and the group of disciples not only didn't sense anything was wrong, but even subconsciously made way for him.

The fact that no one outside was ringing a gong or sounding an alarm indicates that he entered through proper procedures, and his domineering demeanor made him seem like a leader.

Could they be inspectors sent from above?

We must be more careful in dealing with this.

"You, come here." Tan Wenjie beckoned to one of the patrol members.

The disciple jogged over, quickly recalling his dormitory in his mind: no trash in the trash can, no blankets or anyone on the bed, no clothes on the clothes rack. Great, he definitely passed.

Tan Wenjie: "Where is your branch leader?"

"In the backyard," the disciple whispered. "However, the leader is a bit busy."

"Make him come out and see me!"

"But, this..."

"Don't worry, I'll handle it."

Seeing Tan Wenjie's firm stance, the disciple felt reassured.

As expected, he was a big shot sent from above. I might as well seize this opportunity and try my luck at becoming the branch leader and then have a taste of the branch leader's wife.

"Please follow me!" The disciple led the way with measured steps.

The other passersby and disciples only saw him speak a few words humbly to Tan Wenjie, and then stand tall and proud like a rooster.

I don't know what happened, but it's better to avoid trouble and just pretend I don't know.

We definitely can't afford to mess with them.

All roads are open.

Upon reaching the backyard, the disciple violently kicked the door open.

The two disciples guarding the gate glared at him, ready to rush forward and attack, but the disciple was now filled with hot-blooded passion and feared nothing, quickly beating the two men to the ground.

He turned around with a forced smile: "The helmsman is inside, sir."

"My lord?" the two men on the ground asked in confusion.

They hadn't heard of any important person arriving, but the fact that the person could walk over so swaggeringly without any Thunderbolt Hall disciples interfering with them meant that their identity was definitely genuine.

We can't afford to offend them. Could it be that something happened to the branch leader?

"Master Zhao, come out here at once!" The disciple, like a eunuch delivering a decree, clenched his buttocks and raised his voice.

A person came out of the room.

Open your chest, and slap your heart hair.

His body was covered in muscle knots; he was a master of external martial arts.

"Who?" Chief Zhao looked at Tan Wenjie in surprise and doubt.

After thinking hard, I realized I didn't know him.

But the fact that he could walk so casually into the backyard without anyone daring to stop him means that the other party must be an important person.

"This sir has something to discuss with you." The disciple gestured towards Tan Wenjie.

Leader Zhao clasped his hands in greeting: "May I ask your guidance?"

“I’ll ask, you answer,” Tan Wenjie said.

"Yes." Chief Zhao dared not be ambiguous.

Where is the headquarters of the Thunderbolt Gang located?

"So that's the problem... Hmm?" Chief Zhao's eyes widened. "You weren't sent by headquarters?"

Tan Wenjie was puzzled: "When did I say I was one of your Thunderbolt Hall members?"

"You little thief, you are so brave!"

Chief Zhao cursed inwardly, thinking that all his subordinates were idiots who had let people in directly.

Now was not the time for accountability. He stepped forward with his left foot, grabbed behind his back with his right hand, and a dark, musket appeared in his hand, the muzzle pointed at Tan Wenjie's head.

The Thunderbolt Hall's rapid development has little to do with modifying monsters; its true strength lies in its fire-breathing spear.

With just one stroke, he can easily surpass the world's best players.

If there were hundreds of strokes, even a master would perish on the spot.

"gun?"

By the time Chief Zhao realized what was happening, his hands were empty; the fire lance had already fallen into Tan Wenjie's hands.

But he had no idea how the other person had made their move.

"Oh!"

Tan Wenjie fired a shot into the sky, and Chief Zhao shuddered.

"As expected of a high-level world."

In terms of power alone, it completely surpasses the thermal weapons researched in the early days of the Republic of China.

After all, this thing can really hurt the masters in the martial arts world, and the masters in the martial arts world can also use their martial arts to subdue demons and monsters.

He turned his gun and pointed it at Chief Zhao: "Speak."

"What did you say?" Chief Zhao asked, bewildered.

"Oh!"

A burning pain ran down his cheek, and Chief Zhao immediately came to his senses. He shouted, "The headquarters is at Jiuding Mountain. I have a map."

"Oh!"

Another gunshot rang out, and Chief Zhao's body fell to the ground, with a bloody hole between his eyebrows.

Tan Wenjie turned to his stunned disciples and said, "I've misfired, do you believe me?"

"I believe you!" The group nodded.

We'd be more willing to believe you if you didn't point a gun at us.

"Alright, you guys go and fetch all the Thunderbolt Hall's account books. Where is the storeroom located?"

Since we're already here, we might as well rob some things before we leave.

The disciples dared not object. Now that the branch leader was dead, if they acted quickly, they might be able to gain some benefits and then switch to another faction.

During this time, some people discovered the situation here, including many loyal disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall.

But once those loyal followers were lying neatly together with Chief Zhao, no one dared to step forward.

Basket after basket of things.

"Corruption!" Tan Wenjie criticized, deeply saddened.

It's all the people's hard-earned money.

He looked at the other dozen or so women.

Disciple: "Great hero, these are women that Chief Zhao has abducted."

Tan Wenjie angrily rebuked: "Beast!"

From a young girl to a mature woman, it's surprising how wide Zhao's interests are.

When Tan Wenjie picked up a book and flipped through it, his expression changed drastically, and he quietly put it into his pocket.

The wondrous cultivation techniques of the world of gods and demons are well worth studying and practicing.

"You actually punched her so hard her chest swelled up like a cantaloupe. Luckily, I scoured many pharmacies and warehouses beforehand. I'll find some topical medicine to reduce the swelling later." Tan Wenjie pointed and said, "Take her back to her room. I'm going to treat her wounds alone."

"Yes!"

"And these two, twins? They must have been abused for a long time. Send them to their room; I need to give them psychological counseling."

Tan Wenjie has become the new leader of the branch.

Just as he was directing everyone to do their work, a red figure streaked across the sky, seemingly locking onto Tan Wenjie's location. It made a sharp 90-degree turn in the air and flew straight towards him.

"Got you."

He fell rapidly, like a meteorite hitting the ground.

Tan Wenjie also looked at the other person in surprise.

"Demon Lord Chonglou?" (End of Chapter)