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"This shouldn't be too difficult for you."

Looking at her gradually hardening face, Qi Sheng couldn't help but sigh softly.

"You were able to defeat the Black Wind Mountain bandit leader with your swordsmanship and strength, which shows your strength."

"Looking at the entire Shahe County, I'm afraid only that Quick-Knife Liu can pose any obstacle to you."

"However, before your father suddenly appeared, he was the favorite to win the championship in Shahe County. You must not underestimate his swordsmanship."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman narrowed her eyes and said nonchalantly:

"Don't worry, Uncle Qi. If my father could defeat him, I, as his daughter, can too!"

"I might as well not compete in this Sword King competition, but since I've decided to compete, I must win first place to avenge my father and expose that scoundrel Shen's evil deeds to the county magistrate!"

"Good! That's ambitious!" Qi Sheng's eyes gleamed, regardless of whether she could eventually become the Sword King of Shahe County.

With this confident attitude alone, given time, even in the entire Shahe County, I'm afraid no one could surpass her in swordsmanship!

"The best course of action now is to take down your two wicked relatives. No matter how much they jump around, they're just clowns, but they're still a bit of a nuisance. This will save you from having any more trouble."

"As for those two witnesses, I will send people to find them immediately. With the Qi family's connections in Sima Town, as long as they are still in town, they will not be able to escape!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman immediately straightened up and quickly said:

"Thank you, Uncle Qi."

"Don't mention it," Qi Sheng shook his head helplessly. "To be honest, this is all the small favors I can do."

"As for the rest, you'll have to rely on yourself."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman smiled faintly, "I am already extremely grateful that Uncle Qi is willing to lend a helping hand."

"Besides, helping to find witnesses is no small favor."

Qi Sheng sighed. It would have been better if she hadn't said it that way; the more grateful she was to him, the more uncomfortable he felt.

He waved his hand weakly, then turned and led Yang Xiaoman to the front yard.

"Uncle Qi, this battle for the King of Blades..."

"I'll represent the Qi family, just like my father did!"

Watching Qi Sheng's retreating figure, Yang Xiaoman suddenly paused and said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Sheng turned around in disbelief.

Looking at her small face, which held an undeniable air of authority, he forced back the words that were already on the tip of his tongue, and replied with only one heavy word:

"good!"

The two walked through the connecting corridor, one after the other.

As soon as they arrived at the front yard, Qi Sheng, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped.

Yang Xiaoman followed his gaze and saw Yang Cong'an wolfing down a pastry in each hand.

Seemingly sensing something, or perhaps hearing faint footsteps, he instinctively turned around.

Upon seeing Qi Sheng and Yang Xiaoman, whose expressions differed, Yang Cong'an seemed to freeze in place. It wasn't until the crumbs of pastry stuck to the corners of his mouth began to fall that he suddenly came to his senses.

Gudong!

Yang Cong'an didn't care that his mouth was full and forced it down, almost choking and rolling his eyes back.

"Cough cough."

Seeing this, Qi Sheng quickly pretended to cough, trying to ease the awkwardness.

He forced a faint smile and said softly:

"Yang, village head, did you like the snacks?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Cong'an quickly wiped his mouth, his old face flushing red as he said:

"Of course it's suitable, thank you for your hospitality, Master Qi."

Qi Sheng smiled and shook his head. "Yang Lizheng, there's no need to be so reserved. Xiaoman has already told me that if it weren't for your help that day, those ignorant villagers would have already believed the sorcerer's words and driven her and her daughter out of Yangjia Village."

Upon hearing this, Yang Cong'an immediately straightened his expression and quickly said:

"As the village head, these are my duties."

Qi Sheng smiled and nodded, changing the subject:

"Just now, I sent someone to find that charlatan sorcerer. He should be able to bring him over soon."

"In addition, servants from Niuchebu have also begun to investigate whose oxcart went to Black Wind Mountain the day before yesterday. It will be easy to find out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Cong'an's body trembled, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, under Qi Sheng's invitation, he and Yang Xiaoman sat back down at the tea table.

Qi Sheng picked up the teapot in front of him and began to pour tea for the two of them.

He then picked up a pastry and invited them to try it together.

Seeing this, Yang Cong'an's last bit of discomfort quietly vanished.

Perhaps because he had eaten too many snacks, he soon felt thirsty and drank several cups of hot tea, almost burning his mouth in the process.

He then felt the urge to urinate, got up, and blushed. At Qi Sheng's instruction, he was led to the outhouse by a servant of the Qi family.

Watching Yang Cong'an's figure disappear into the corridor, Qi Sheng couldn't help but chuckle:

"You, the village head, are quite an interesting fellow."

"However, he is indeed a good village head. Otherwise, if it were someone else, they probably wouldn't care about the truth. They would just believe the sorcerer's nonsense and wouldn't go against the crowd to avoid getting themselves into trouble."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman nodded slightly.

"Uncle An is indeed a responsible and good village head. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have come all the way to town with me."

A short while later, Yang Cong'an hurriedly returned to the front yard with a flushed face.

Having learned his lesson, he only dared to take a small sip of the hot tea that Qi Sheng had poured for him.

At noon, Qi Sheng instructed his servants to prepare a sumptuous lunch.

Yang Cong'an was so frightened that he tried every excuse to refuse, but in the end he couldn't resist the persuasion of Qi Sheng and Yang Xiaoman, and had no choice but to agree in fear.

In his opinion, it was already a blessing that Master Qi was willing to help, so how could he have the nerve to freeload off him?

Although he refused decisively, as the three of them sat down in the side hall of the Qi family, looking at the abundant food on the octagonal table, Yang Cong'an's mouth watered and he subconsciously swallowed.

After Yang Xiaoman ate without any restraint, Yang Cong'an was shocked by her appetite, but he also abandoned his reserve and ate to his heart's content.

Before he could even take two bites, Yang Cong'an suddenly looked distressed and put on a bitter face.

If he had known there would be such a sumptuous meal, he shouldn't have eaten so many snacks!

Now, looking at the delicious food that he rarely sees, he can eat a single bite.

Soon, Yang Xiaoman had eaten most of the full table of food.

Qi Sheng watched with a smile the whole time, worried that she wouldn't have enough to eat. Just as he was about to instruct the servants to prepare some extra food, a servant responsible for guarding the gate hurriedly ran to the side hall gate.

"Master, the people you're looking for have all been brought to the front yard!"