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Chapter 101 The Incompetent Young Master Lin

At this moment, her acupoints released themselves, and she struggled to sit up and lift the carriage curtain.

Just then, they saw Wang Anping standing with his fists clenched, surrounded by corpses lying on the ground.

The moonlight and the remaining firelight illuminated his calm yet angular profile, as well as his domineering and invincible aura.

This contrasts sharply with the mess everywhere.

The girl's heart, amidst intense lingering fear and relief at surviving the ordeal, was suddenly struck by an indescribable emotion.

It was a mixture of utter awe, admiration, and a hint of—

An irresistible admiration.

She stared blankly at Wang Anping, her cheeks inexplicably burning, her heart pounding like a drum.

The vague goodwill she had previously felt towards Wang Anping now ignited like dry tinder thrown into a raging fire.

And Lin Yunshu————

He looked most disheveled at this moment. His robes were torn in several places, his hair was disheveled, and his face was stained with blood, whether his own or someone else's, he couldn't tell.

His hand holding the sword was still trembling slightly, uncontrollably.

Just now, he was surrounded and attacked by two bandits. He was on the verge of death and even thought he was going to die here.

It was the head of the guards who risked his life to save him.

When he finally escaped danger and looked towards the center of the battlefield, he saw Wang Anping slaughtering the bandits like cutting melons and vegetables.

That overwhelming, unparalleled power, and that calm, almost indifferent, killing style.

It was deeply imprinted in his mind, making him feel a chill run down his spine.

He's actually a Transformation Realm expert! Such a young Transformation Realm expert!

He had actually boasted about his family background and his pitiful internal energy cultivation in front of him, even subtly mocking him for being cowardly and cold-hearted.

Looking back now, how ridiculous and ignorant it was!

The other party wasn't cowardly; rather, they simply didn't bother with the suspicious mother and daughter, or rather, they had already taken all possible risks under control!

His pitiful sense of chivalry and responsibility was utterly childish and childish in the face of absolute power!

Overwhelmed by immense fear, lingering dread, and an indescribable sense of defeat and shame at being utterly outdone, Lin Yunshu was instantly overwhelmed.

His face was deathly pale, his lips trembled, and he wanted to say something, such as thank you or apologize, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he could only utter a "hah."

He could only manage a faint whisper, unable to utter a complete sentence.

He didn't even dare to look Wang Anping in the eye anymore, his gaze darting away.

He instinctively shrank back, as if the figure in the green robe was radiating an invisible pressure that made him feel suffocated.

Wang Anping ignored the crowd's reactions. He walked up to the severely wounded and vomiting second-in-command, squatted down, and asked in a calm, unwavering voice, "Which stronghold are you from? How many men do you have? Where is your hideout?"

The second-in-command's eyes were filled with fear and despair, knowing that he had no chance of survival.

She was quite defiant, spitting out a mouthful of blood and hissing, "Kill me if you want! I—Pfft!"

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Anping's fingers had already gently brushed across a spot on her neck.

A surge of hidden force penetrated her, causing her to convulse in pain, yet she couldn't even utter a scream.

"explain."

Wang Anping's tone remained unchanged.

Under the torment of unbearable suffering, the second-in-command's toughness couldn't last long, and he intermittently uttered the name of the mountain stronghold and its approximate location.

Having obtained the information he wanted, Wang Anping stood up and ignored the dying bandit leader.

He walked to the water bag and slowly washed the blood off his fists, then looked at Zhao Fu: "Uncle Fu, pack up. We can't stay here any longer. We must leave before dawn."

His voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

Having just witnessed the carnage, his words now sounded like a military order to everyone.

Zhao Fu jumped in surprise and quickly bowed, replying, "Yes! This old servant will arrange it immediately!"

The look in his eyes when he looked at Wang Anping was no longer just politeness and respect, but also filled with deep awe.

The campfire was relit, illuminating the faces of the crowd, which were still shaken but also filled with awe.

The relief of surviving the ordeal, intertwined with complex emotions towards that figure in green, mingled in the still-bloody night in the mountain forest.

After doing all this, Wang Anping returned to his original spot and began to close his eyes and rest.

There was no way the bandits would send a second wave, so he could finally sleep peacefully.

On the other side, Lin Yunshu, who had just felt ashamed, suddenly had an idea pop into her mind when she saw him resting with his eyes closed.

"It was intentional, Wang Anping did it on purpose!"

They are clearly very strong, but they don't say it; they clearly know there's something wrong with this mother and daughter, but they deliberately don't say it.

He did all this so he could embarrass himself and then show off!

That's it! It must be!

Lin Yunshu became angrier the more she thought about it!

Especially after he saw his cousin's eyes filled with even more admiration as she looked at Wang Anping, he became even more determined in his idea, and the atmosphere of the rest of the trip was completely different from before.

Wang Anping remained calm and composed, riding his Qingcheng horse, mostly silent.

But the entire team, from the old steward Zhao Fu to the ordinary guards and servants, underwent a complete change in their attitude towards him.

Respect, fear, gratitude, dependence —

All sorts of emotions mixed together, which ultimately turned into cautiousness and absolute obedience in action.

When setting up camp, the guard leader would first ask him if the chosen location was suitable.

When arranging for night watch, his position will be placed in the safest and most undisturbed core area.

Even when starting a fire to cook, the cook would first ask, "Young Master Wang, what do you think of tonight's meal?"

It was as if every word he uttered had become golden rules.

Zhao Qingyue's changes were even more obvious.

She no longer felt merely curiosity and fondness as before; now, her gaze towards Wang Anping held undisguised admiration and affection.

She would find every opportunity to get close to him, even if it was just to hand him a pot of water or softly ask, "Brother Wang, are you tired?"

She spoke less than before, but her gaze lingered on him for several times longer.

Occasionally, when Wang Anping seemed to sense something and became slightly focused, she would immediately tense up, holding her breath as if his every move tugged at her heartstrings.

A young girl's thoughts, like new buds after a spring rain in March, can no longer be concealed as they flourish.

At first, Wang Anping just felt that all of this was a bit superfluous, but later he became quite annoyed by it.

He is used to being alone and to making all the decisions himself.

Now that a group of people regard him as their leader and ask him for instructions on everything, he feels constrained and it adds to his troubles.

During one of their camping trips, the guard leader came to inquire again about the details of the night's defenses.

He finally waved his hand, his tone calm but unquestionable: "You can arrange these trivial matters yourselves; there's no need to ask me about everything."

I have only one request: remain vigilant and avoid any further mistakes.

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly agreed and dared not disturb them any further.

But that sense of awe and dependence did not diminish; it only made them more cautious.

The team's progress was much slower than expected due to the large amount of luggage and some wounded personnel they were carrying.

It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that the outline of Nanshui Town could be seen in the distance.

It was a town much smaller than Gushui County, nestled in a relatively flat mountain valley, with a muddy stream flowing past the edge of the town.

From a distance, the houses looked somewhat dilapidated, but at least they had a human presence.

When Lin Yunshu saw the town, her eyes lit up, and the pent-up frustration and lingering fear of the past few days seemed to have found an outlet.

He spurred his horse forward a few steps to the front of the group, trying to make his voice sound as confident as usual, and said loudly, "We've finally arrived at Nanshui Town! You've all had a tough time these past few days, enduring wind and rain and even getting frightened!"

Tonight we'll go into town, find the best inn, and have a good meal.

"And then take a nice, hot bath. All expenses will be covered by this young master!"

He deliberately raised his voice, his gaze sweeping over everyone, especially glancing at Wang Anping and Zhao Qingyue, trying to regain a sense of presence and control that belonged to Young Master Lin.

In his view, money and enjoyment are the best ways to demonstrate his value and generosity at this moment, and perhaps they can also dilute some of the psychological shadow left by that night.

However, he was met with silence.