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Chapter 134 Zhang Wuji with a Broken Leg
Zhou Zhiruo tilted her head slightly, her gaze immediately sweeping towards the four people at the top of the stairs.

Sure enough, it was discovered that the four of them were wearing four pairs of fur boots during August.

The style is indeed completely different from that of the Great Wei Kingdom.

The patterns are simple and rough, completely lacking the exquisite patterns found in the Great Wei Kingdom.

Withdrawing her gaze, Zhou Zhiruo also quietly circulated her inner energy and asked, "Junior Sister, how did you tell that those four pairs of fur boots were from the Great Yuan Kingdom?"

Yang Yan's expression showed no abnormality whatsoever, and she didn't even glance at the stairwell. However, as she circulated her inner energy, her lips moved slightly: "I used to go to the Northern Border with my father when I was escorting goods. It's close to the Great Yuan Kingdom, and there are many merchants from the Great Yuan Kingdom there, so I know a little about these things."

"Plus, with this weather, who, apart from people from the Great Yuan Kingdom, would habitually wear these non-breathable wool boots?"

Zhou Zhiruo replied, "Although the relationship between my Great Wei Kingdom and the Great Yuan Kingdom has never been good, we have not restricted the passage of merchants from both countries. Luyang Prefecture is a prosperous place, so it is normal for there to be caravans from the Great Yuan Kingdom, right?"

But no sooner had she finished speaking than Yang Yan shook her head.

"If that were the case, it would be fine, but the pattern on these four men's boots is the style of the Great Yuan army. In other words, these four men are not ordinary merchants, but people from the Great Yuan army."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly.

"Why would people from the Great Yuan army suddenly appear in Luzhou Prefecture?"

Not to mention Zhou Zhiruo, even Gu Shaoan couldn't help but glance at the four people at the stairwell, his interest piqued.

"Waiter, waiter, are your eyes just for venting your anger? Can't you see who's coming?"

However, just then, a slightly shrill sound came from the doorway.

The moment everyone in the main hall heard the sound, they all turned their gaze toward the doorway.

In the shadows cast by the entrance to the restaurant, a rather agile yet somewhat rough-looking young woman was seen struggling to half-drag, half-pull a young man who clearly had difficulty moving into the building. The woman was wearing a long blue dress, and her face, which should have been quite pretty, was covered in black on her right cheek, with a swollen venom sac.

His brows also carried an almost cruel and arrogant air.

A man was lying on the stretcher behind her.

The man appeared to be around twenty years old. Although his features were regular, he was somewhat unkempt with a stubble beard. His right leg, in particular, was bound with two wooden sticks and some strips of cloth, clearly indicating that it was broken.

Gu Shaoan's gaze fell on the two people at the door, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

But the next moment, that look of surprise was covered by a smile of interest.

"Interesting, I can't believe I ran into this."

As he thought about it, Gu Shaoan placed the man on the stretcher.

In Gu Shaoan's ears, the young man on the stretcher with a broken right leg was breathing deeply and lightly, and his face was rosy despite his broken right leg.

He clearly possesses internal strength, and his mastery of it is quite high.

Encountering such a strange pair in Luyang Prefecture, how could Gu Shaoan not guess their identities?

Yin Li, daughter of Yin Yewang of the Eagle Sect, and Zhang Wuji, son of the deceased Zhang Wuxia of the Wudang Sect.

Upon hearing this, the waiter in the restaurant hurriedly ran over to greet them, his face plastered with a fawning smile: "Please come in, gentlemen! Please forgive our rudeness!" He wanted to lend a hand, but hesitated, looking at Yin Li's fierce appearance and Zhang Wuji's broken leg.

"What are you doing standing still!"

Yin Li impatiently yelled again, glaring fiercely at the waiter, "Hurry up and find me a table! And bring me all your best food and drinks!"

Her voice was shrill and high-pitched, carrying an unquestionable arrogance, as if she were reprimanding her own servant.

The waiter trembled at her glare and quickly said, "Yes, yes, please sit here, it's spacious here!"

The waiter quickly led the way, while calling another waiter to help carefully assist Zhang Wuji, who had broken his leg, to sit down at a table in the middle of the main hall.

Yin Li strode over to Zhang Wuji's side, panting heavily.

After settling the two men in, the waiter wiped his sweat and prepared to leave. Zhang Wuji's eyes instinctively swept around the room.

But when his gaze fell on the three people in the corner, Zhang Wuji's eyes widened in surprise.

Especially when his gaze fell upon Zhou Zhiruo, who was standing next to Gu Shaoan in a moon-white dress and had a cool and elegant demeanor like a secluded orchid, an extremely vague yet lingering sense of familiarity instantly surged up.

That cool, aloof profile, that elegant and serene demeanor, stirred up Zhang Wuji's memories, as if he had remembered something.

"Slap!" Just as Zhang Wuji was slightly distracted and trying to reconcile the blurry memory with the figure in front of him, an extremely loud and ear-piercing slap suddenly rang out, causing Zhang Wuji's gaze to involuntarily turn to one side.

It was Yin Li, who was sitting opposite him and had just arrogantly ordered her food, who noticed that Zhang Wuji was staring intently at the other women in the corner, and that's when she got angry and did this.

"You bastard, what are you looking at?"

Yin Li's sharp voice was full of anger.

The slap was both heavy and sudden, causing Zhang Wuji's face to turn to the side, leaving a clear finger mark on his cheek.

After being slapped by Yin Li, Zhang Wuji showed no anger on his face, but rather a sense of grievance.

This scene caused even Gu Shaoan, Yang Yan, and Zhou Zhiruo to frown slightly.

After slapping him, Yin Li was still not satisfied. Following the direction of Zhang Wuji's gaze, she glared fiercely at Gu Shaoan.

When Yin Li's gaze fell upon Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan's exquisitely beautiful, flawless faces, and then compared them to her own rotten face covered in horrible sores from practicing poisonous arts, a wave of jealousy and self-loathing instantly overwhelmed her.

Her gaze was like a poisoned knife, scraping across those two flawless faces before she coldly snorted, "Vixen."

Upon hearing those three words, Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan, who were sitting in the corner, frowned almost imperceptibly.

A faint hint of displeasure flashed in Zhou Zhiruo's clear eyes.

Yang Yan's eyes suddenly turned sharp as knives, like a lit powder keg. The playfulness on her face vanished completely, replaced by a frosty expression.

"Humph!"

A cold shout, seemingly carrying shards of ice, burst forth from Yang Yan's thin, beautiful lips!
Almost at the same instant she uttered the word "humph," her left hand, which had been lightly holding a small white porcelain teacup, suddenly transformed into a streak of white light, shooting towards Yin Li in the hall with a sharp whistling sound.

This sudden change came without warning and with lightning speed.

Sensing something was wrong, Zhang Wuji immediately raised his alarm bells and, without thinking, got up, circulated his true energy, and raised his hand to strike the air.

However, just as Zhang Wuji stood up, the pain from his broken leg bone made him pause for a moment.

Because of that momentary pause, the white light had already grazed past Zhang Wuji's fingertips by an inch and struck Yin Li squarely in the mouth.

"Snapped!"

A crisp yet somewhat muffled cracking sound rang out.

The teacup shattered with a crack! Scalding hot tea mixed with tiny shards of porcelain splashed everywhere.

"what!"

Yin Li let out a cry of pain, raised one hand to cover his mouth, and drops of blood dripped down his jaw.

Zhang Wuji quickly turned to look at Yin Li, and when he saw that Yin Li's lip had only been broken and she was not seriously injured, he immediately realized that Yang Yan had held back.

It's amazing that it can maintain that speed while making the force of the cup falling so light.

Such exquisite control of force made Zhang Wuji look at Yang Yan, who was making the move, with some surprise.

Otherwise, if only a little more force had been applied, the teacup wouldn't have just broken Yin Li's lips, but would have knocked out all of his teeth.

At the same time, Yang Yan's cold yet arrogant voice slowly rang out, clearly resounding in the ears of Yin Li and Zhang Wuji with the support of her true energy.

"If you dare to speak recklessly again, it won't be as simple as just getting a minor cut on your lip and suffering some minor pain."

Over the years, under Gu Shaoan's influence, not to mention Yang Yan, even Zhou Zhiruo is no longer the type to silently sulk when bullied.

For no reason at all, Yin Li started hurling insults at him, and he deserved to be taught a lesson.

"court death!"

With her lips broken, Yin Li's eyes nearly spit fire as she cried out in pain.

After glaring intently at Yang Yan and uttering those words, Yin Li slammed his hand on the table, leaped into the air, and in a few bounds, rushed in front of Yang Yan, pointing two fingers at her. For an ordinary person, Yin Li's finger strike was incredibly fast.

But to Yang Yan, Yin Li's movements were no different from a snail crawling.

"Stubborn"

Seeing that Yin Li hadn't reflected on his mistakes after she held back, and even dared to take the initiative to attack, Yang Yan snorted coldly in her heart, raised her hand and slapped Yin Li's two fingers.

Gu Shaoan paused slightly in his teacup, glancing at Yin Li's two fingers.

At the same time, Yang Yan suddenly smelled a slightly fishy, ​​sweet odor.

The sudden sweet, metallic scent made Yang Yan suspicious. She lowered her eyes and was suddenly surprised to find that Yin Li's two fingers had turned bluish-black at some point.

The sweet, fishy smell that Yang Yan had just detected came from these fingers.

"There is poison on the finger."

Realizing something was wrong, Yang Yan immediately withdrew her outstretched hand and leaned back, avoiding Yin Li's finger strike. At the same time, she grabbed the chopsticks on the table with her left hand, and with her true energy enveloping them, the two chopsticks directly clamped Yin Li's finger.

In an instant, Yin Li felt a sharp pain in both of her fingers.

Yin Li tried to pull her fingers back, but Yang Yan's chopsticks held her hands firmly like iron hoops.

"You spoke rudely, and I kindly held back, intending only to give you a minor punishment as a warning. But you refused to let it go and even tried to harm people with this poisonous skill. If I let it go like this, who knows how many people will fall victim to your poisonous skill in the future."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Yan twisted her wrist, and the chopsticks, which were wrapped in true energy, twisted and broke Yin Li's finger.

"Ah~ My hand!"

The pain of the severed finger instantly caused Yin Li to scream in agony.

"Wait a minute!"

At this moment, Zhang Wuji, who was sitting in the distance, could no longer sit still and hurriedly spoke up to stop him.

After glancing at Zhang Wuji, Yang Yan casually looked away, her chopsticks still gripping tightly.

While circulating his internal energy, he raised his other hand, ready to cripple Yin Li's poison technique.

Seemingly realizing Yang Yan's purpose, Yin Li looked surprised.

"No, my master is Granny Golden Flower. If you dare to lay a hand on me again, my master will surely kill you."

Upon hearing the words "Grandma Jin Hua," Yang Yan raised an eyebrow slightly.

Turning to Gu Shaoan, she said, "Senior brother, I seem to remember Master once saying that there was a Golden Flower Granny who once recklessly challenged the sect leader, but was eventually driven away by the sect leader? Is she the same person she's talking about?"

Immediately afterward, Gu Shaoan glanced towards the door and said calmly, "It is indeed one person."

Upon seeing this, Yang Yan curled her lip: "I thought he was some kind of great martial arts senior, but he's just a nobody."

After saying that, Yang Yan stopped wasting words and prepared to cripple Yin Li's poison skills once again.

"Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh~"

The next second, several whooshing sounds suddenly entered the ears of Gu Shaoan and the other two.

However, faced with this sudden sneak attack that could kill an ordinary expert on the spot, Gu Shaoan, sitting at the table, didn't even lift his eyelids.

Yang Yan, however, frowned slightly, but showed no sign of panic.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she abandoned her plan to directly strike Yin Li's Qi Hai acupoint to disable his poison technique.

He then changed his fingers into a palm, unleashing a palm strike that was both soft and strong. This pushed the still-shaken and blood-covered Yin Li forward several steps, causing her to brush past the incoming golden flowers.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Yan's wrist moved nimbly, like a flower in flight, and the wooden chopsticks in her hand pointed out with the speed and precision of a shooting star!

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Three sharp, metallic clangs suddenly rang out, particularly jarring in the quiet restaurant!
Three rapidly spinning bronze-gold flowers, imbued with sinister power, seemed to have struck an invisible boulder, instantly freezing in mid-air.

The eerie swirling force covering the golden flowers was forcibly broken by a more concentrated and sharper finger force. After emitting a reluctant tremor, the three golden flowers lost all their strength, fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and stopped in front of Yang Yan's boot tip.

As the golden flower fell to the ground, Yang Yan looked down and saw that the metallic luster on the edges of the petals gleamed coldly under the light.

Their design is extremely ingenious, with edges as sharp as knives. If combined with the special force applied to the gold flower, they would likely penetrate a person's body immediately upon impact.

Yang Yan slowly raised her gaze from the three golden flowers on the ground, her cool eyes piercing through the first-floor hall and landing on the restaurant's main entrance.

Seeing that someone was actually trying to harm her from behind, Zhou Zhiruo also stood up, gripping her longsword, her face showing a hint of wariness.

Almost the instant my gaze fell upon the doorway, I saw an old woman with a hunched back, leaning on a dark dragon-headed cane, step through the door.

She wore a loose, ill-fitting gray-black coarse cloth dress, and her face was covered with wrinkles like a dried-up, cracked riverbed, each fold seemingly containing the frost of time and a deep-seated melancholy.

He wore a similarly drab, gray headscarf with worn edges, revealing only a few strands of dry, greasy hair stuck to his temples and forehead.

But what's most striking is her eyes; they are definitely not the cloudy eyes of an ordinary old woman.

The whites of his eyes were cloudy and yellowish, while his pupils had a dark, almost blackish-green luster. There was no trace of the gentleness or kindness that an old man should have; only a bottomless coldness and an indifference that regarded human life as worthless.

Her movements were extremely slow. Leaning on her cane, she walked in step by step, each step accompanied by a heavy "thud, thud" as the dark dragon-headed cane struck the ground, seemingly hitting the hearts of everyone present.

As she approached, a strange and extremely unsettling sweet-smelling odor, like a mixture of old medicine cabinet and decaying flower petals, began to permeate the restaurant.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Yin Li trembled, fear showing on his face, and he murmured softly as he lowered his head.

"Mother-in-law!"

Upon hearing Yin Li's words, Yang Yan and the others immediately recognized that this person was none other than the Golden Flower Granny that Yin Li had mentioned.

As she drew closer, Granny Jin Hua's cloudy gaze swept over the three golden flowers she had produced on the ground, and a fleeting hint of surprise seemed to flash deep within her green pupils.

"No wonder he dares to speak so frankly; it turns out he does have some skill."

Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like sandpaper rubbing against the skin, giving anyone who heard it goosebumps.

Yang Yan glanced at Granny Jin Hua with hostility, then looked at Yin Li to the side.

"Hey, are you sure this person is your master and not your enemy? The three hidden weapons she just fired were all aimed at your major acupoints."

Hearing Yang Yan's words, Yin Li turned her head and glanced at the three golden flowers on the ground. Then she looked up at Granny Jin Hua and a hint of resentment flashed in her eyes as she looked down.

Seeing that Yin Bu could not speak, Yang Yan curled her lips and said with a hint of coldness, "At such an old age, to injure people with hidden weapons without saying a word, don't you think it's a bit despicable, senior?"

In response to Yang Yan's words, Granny Jin Hua said in a calm tone, "My disciple is ignorant and arrogant. It is only right for me to punish him. Why bother you, young lady?"

His domineering and unreasonable attitude immediately caused Yang Yan's eyebrows to furrow.

Granny Jin Hua glanced past Yang Yan and then at Gu Shaoan and Zhou Zhiruo, who stood calmly to the side.

Looking at the two equally handsome and elegant people, even Granny Jin Hua couldn't help but feel a little surprised and curious about the identities of the three.

After all, judging from the appearance and demeanor of the three, and even the strength that Yang Yan had just displayed, they did not seem to be from ordinary forces.

After a moment's hesitation, Granny Jin Hua withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Yin Li beside her.

However, just as her gaze was withdrawn from Gu Shaoan and the others, Granny Jin Hua suddenly turned around as if she had noticed something out of the corner of her eye.

"The Heaven Sword?"

When her gaze fell upon the blade of the sword that Gu Shaoan had placed on the table, a glint of light flashed in Granny Jin Hua's eyes.

He immediately turned around, tiptoed, and rushed towards Gu Shaoan and the others, his right hand reaching directly for the Yitian Sword on the table.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhiruo frowned. As the melodious sound of her sword being drawn echoed throughout the inn, the sword light swept across the sky, leaving streaks as it rose upwards, pointing directly at Granny Jin Hua's hand that had already appeared above the table.

If Granny Jin Hua were to extend her hand just three inches further, the sword would sever the withered old hand at the wrist.

(End of this chapter)