Da Ming: The system granted me immortality; I clock in every day.

Li Changqing slowly straightened up, still holding the rag in his hand.

He glanced at the door panel on the ground, which was broken into several pieces, and frowned.

"This hero."

Li Changqing sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"You can rob me all you want, but why did you kick down the door of my inn? These poplar wood doors are hard to find outside the Great Wall."

"How can I do business with such rudeness?"

The lobby fell into a deathly silence.

The guards commander and the merchants all looked at Li Changqing as if he were a madman.

This shopkeeper must have lost his mind, right?

With a knife to his throat, he's arguing about a door?

Bald Wolf was also taken aback for a moment.

Then, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, he threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Where did this ignorant fool come from! I'm not only going to kick down your door, I'm going to rip your head off and use it as a chamber pot!"

Bald Wolf suddenly spurred the horse's belly, and the black steed let out a long neigh, its front hooves raised high.

He stomped down hard on Li Changqing behind the counter!

That powerful stomp, if it landed firmly, would crush not only a person, but even a piece of bluestone.

The merchant closed his eyes in despair, unable to bear the sight of the shopkeeper being trampled into a bloody pulp.

however.

The expected bloody carnage did not occur.

Li Changqing remained standing quietly in place, without even blinking.

He simply raised the hand holding the rag and casually dusted it off in mid-air.

"Noisy."

Two words floated lightly from his mouth.

There was no grand display of power, nor any astonishing outward projection of internal energy.

But the instant he waved his sleeve, the air in the hall seemed to be sucked out by an invisible yet terrifying force.

"boom!"

A dull, explosive sound.

The black steed that leaped high, along with the arrogant bald wolf on its back, didn't even have time to utter a scream.

It was as if it had been struck head-on by an invisible Mount Tai while it was in mid-air!

Men and horses alike were instantly reduced to a bloody storm!

Flesh, bone fragments, and internal organs, like fallen leaves torn apart by a hurricane, were suddenly thrown backward.

The spray splashed onto the yellow sand outside the inn, staining a large area of ​​the Gobi Desert red.

Clang.

The heavy spiked club twisted into a piece of scrap metal and fell far away beside the sand dune.

Dead silence.

The silence was deathly, a hundred times worse than before.

Outside the inn, the hundreds of Blood Wolf horse thieves who were about to rush in and wreak havoc watched their leader turn into a bloody mist in an instant.

They were all frozen in place on their horses, as if under a spell.

His eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets, and he even stopped breathing.

Inside the inn, the guard commander and the merchants were dumbfounded, their jaws nearly dropping to the ground, their minds completely blank.

What happened?

What exactly happened in that split second?!

I didn't see how the shopkeeper made a move, or even that he moved an inch.

With just a flick of the rag, the Blood Wolf Bandit leader, a figure of immense power and martial prowess beyond the Great Wall, was...

It's gone just like that?!

Li Changqing disgustedly threw the rag, which was stained with a little blood, onto the counter.

He sighed, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked out from behind the counter.

I stepped over the broken threshold and walked outside the inn.

The setting sun is like blood.

Dressed in a blue robe, he stood alone, facing hundreds of vicious bandits.

The wind and sand whipped at the corners of his clothes, making them flutter loudly.

There was not a trace of murderous intent on his handsome face.

There was only a deep sense of unease and impatience at having one's peaceful dream disturbed.

"This door took a lot of effort to make. You've damaged it, so you'll have to pay for it."

Li Changqing looked at the bandits, his tone calm.

But to the bandits, the voice was a hundred times more terrifying than the King of Hell.

"A monster...a demon! He's a demon!"

One of the bandits finally broke down, letting out a pig-like scream, and turned his horse around to try to escape.

The other bandits also seemed to wake from a dream, and in a panic, they turned their horses around, trying to escape from the blue-clad man who was like an abyss.

"Since you refuse to pay compensation, then leave your life behind."

Li Changqing slowly raised his right hand.

He doesn't have any complicated moves.

He simply formed a palm with his five fingers and gently pressed it down on the sand dunes and bandits in front of him, across a void several dozen feet away.

Returning to simplicity and authenticity, the greatest form is formless.

"Boom!!!"

With that press, the entire Gobi Desert seemed to be facing its true end!

The sky and earth lost their color, and the wind and clouds changed color.

A vast and incomparable, terrifying power, as if the sky were collapsing, instantly enveloped the void within a hundred feet in front of them.

That was no ordinary martial art, but a vast and mighty power that had been refined over a hundred years and transcended the limits of the mundane world.

In front of them stood a sand dune several meters high, along with hundreds of bandits on it.

Under the oppressive force of this invisible power, there was not even a sliver of room to struggle.

"Bang bang bang bang."

A series of explosions rang out.

There were no screams, because there wasn't even time to let out one.

Hundreds of warhorses and hundreds of bandits were crushed into the earth like fragile dust by this single palm strike.

Dust storms rose into the sky, obscuring the sun.

The strong winds dispersed the yellow sand that filled the sky.

On the Gobi Desert in front of the inn, a horrifyingly large palm print crater appeared.

The crater, about half the size of a courtyard, is several feet deep underground.

Those bandits had completely disappeared.

All that remained were the shocking pools of dark red blood mud at the bottom of the pit, completely blended into the yellow sand.

With a single palm strike, he was reduced to ashes!

Inside the inn.

The guard commander and the merchant's legs went weak, and they both knelt down on the ground.

His whole body trembled like a leaf in a storm, and even his jaw was chattering wildly.

Such earth-shattering divine power is beyond their capabilities, let alone theirs.

Even the most renowned masters in the martial arts world would be unable to unleash even a fraction of their power!

Who exactly is this seemingly frail innkeeper?!

Could he be a legendary immortal who ascended to heaven in broad daylight?!

Li Changqing withdrew his hands and put them back into his sleeves.

He looked at the huge crater in front of him and shook his head slightly.

"The force was a bit too much. This kind of fighting and killing is truly an insult to civility."

He turned around and slowly walked back to the inn.

They looked at the guards and merchants kneeling on the ground, revering them as if they were looking at a god.

Li Changqing walked to the counter, took out an abacus from the drawer, and fiddled with it for a bit.

"Sir, you've caused trouble by damaging my gate. This fine poplar wood door panel, plus the cost of the tea, is your responsibility."

"Thank you for your generous gift of one hundred taels of silver."

Li Changqing's tone returned to that of a businessman.

The merchants felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and dared not hesitate for even a moment.

He frantically pulled out a thick stack of silver notes from his pocket, amounting to several thousand taels, and held them high above his head with trembling hands.

"Senior...no, old immortal! I will repay this door tenfold...a hundredfold! Thank you so much for saving my life, old immortal!"

"Upon returning to the capital, I will certainly inform Minister Song to have the old immortal's statue restored to gold and a shrine erected for him!"

Upon hearing the words "Minister Song," a look of realization flashed across Li Changqing's eyes.

So they were Song Yin's men. No wonder they were able to develop such new firearms.

The foundation of the Ming Dynasty has been strengthened by those younger generations.

However, he had no desire to get involved in any more affairs of the imperial court.

Li Changqing only took out one hundred-tael note from the stack of silver notes and pushed the rest back.