After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

Jiang Dusheng took a few steps and listened to the drums and music in the front yard, mixed with the servants' deliberately loud laughter.

She frowned slightly in disapproval.

Immediately, under the complex gaze of the person behind her, she turned around without hesitation and walked towards the nearest courtyard wall.

Light as a feather, without even needing to use any leverage, she lightly touched the wall with her toes and flipped over, her movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Jiang Zhiyuan remained where he was, staring at the empty wall, speechless for a long time: "..."

His sister's behavior was so unconventional that it was a real headache.

He sighed helplessly and gave a stern order to his personal guard who had been waiting outside the courtyard:

"Go, follow the young lady at a distance, and make sure she is safe. Do not disturb her unless necessary, just report her whereabouts regularly."

He was still worried.

"Yes!" The guard accepted the order and disappeared quickly outside the wall.

The streets of Changling City gradually awaken in the morning light.

Jiang Dusheng appeared to be wandering aimlessly, but in reality, his spiritual sense had already detected the following aura that was neither too close nor too far behind him.

She had intended to shake off the clumsy tail behind her, but her attention was drawn to the commotion at the alleyway ahead.

A woman with a graceful figure and wearing a brightly colored dress was surrounded by several shady-looking men in a corner.

The woman's almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, and her delicate face was filled with terror as she lightly punched the approaching lecher with her embroidered fists.

Jiang Dusheng's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

"..."

She wondered why she hadn't seen that noisy guy Wang Dazhuang so early in the morning.

This guy complained about these women's bodies, but then he secretly slipped out and paraded around town.

At this moment, Wang Dazhuang was utterly devastated.

He just wanted to stroll around and get used to his new body, but who knew that being a woman would be so difficult.

He was just standing on the street looking at the sugar figurine stall when he was harassed by these lecherous men.

Unfortunately, his paper-figure body made his punches weak and powerless, and his pushing motions seemed more like a coy refusal, which only excited the other party more.

Just as he was desperately contemplating whether he should bravely sacrifice himself and then rush back to the Jiang residence to seek the master's help, he suddenly caught a glimpse of that familiar figure in plain clothes out of the corner of his eye.

He immediately grasped at a straw, and frantically waved his hands at Jiang Dusheng, his voice urgent, shrill, and tinged with a sob:

"Master! Master! Help me! Waaaaah... They're harassing me! Harassing respectable men in broad daylight... no, respectable women!"

Jiang Dusheng originally wanted to quietly walk around and pretend he didn't know this shameless guy.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

The group of vagrants were instantly drawn to Wang Dazhuang's shout and all turned to look at Jiang Dusheng.

Upon seeing her appearance and demeanor, the men's eyes gleamed with an even more lewd light than before.

"Hey, here comes an even better one!" The leader, a man with heavy eye bags and greasy hair, rubbed his hands together and grinned as he approached.

"Little beauty, all alone? How about coming with your brothers for a cup of tea and some music?"

The others also surrounded her, blocking Jiang Dusheng's path and trapping her and Wang Dazhuang in the middle.

Jiang Dusheng closed his eyes, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and when he opened them again, his eyes were calm.

She held one hand across her chest, her voice flat and even:

"Amitabha. Dear benefactors, form is emptiness, emptiness is form. To bully a weak woman will send you to the Hell of Tongue-Pulling. Do not create negative karma with your words, and do not commit evil deeds."

Her solemn and dignified words, coupled with her aloof and otherworldly appearance, did not deter the men; instead, they aroused the leader's even more wicked interest.

He grinned, revealing a nauseatingly wicked smile, his gaze lingering on her:

"A monk? Ha! I like monks like you the most, who seem aloof and pure..."

He lowered his voice, his tone lewd, "I wonder if, beneath this veneer, it's just like a prostitute..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Jiang Dusheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and it seemed as if frost was forming in the air.

The man only felt a blurry shadow before his eyes, and then a sharp pain shot through his wrist, as if it were being clamped tightly by iron pincers, and his bones were groaning.

He didn't even see how the other party made their move.

"what!"

He screamed in agony as an irresistible force propelled him forward, causing him to stagger.

Jiang Dusheng turned to the side and slammed his elbow into the man's ribs.

"Well!"

The man was in so much pain that his vision went black, he felt a tightness in his chest, and he almost vomited bile. His massive body collapsed to the ground like a tattered sack.

He curled up in a ball, clutching his ribs, only able to gasp for air.

All of this happened too fast.

The others then realized what was happening, and, both shocked and furious, charged forward, yelling, "You bitch, how dare you lay a hand on me!"

Jiang Dusheng didn't stop moving. His steps were like weaving through flowers and brushing against willows, moving so fast that only a blur remained.

Her moves were straightforward and direct, targeting the vital joints.

He struck a man on the side of the neck with a palm strike, and the man fainted without even uttering a sound.

A chop to the elbow of another man struck him, accompanied by a crisp "crack" and a scream, and the man's arm hung down at an odd angle.

As he dodged a punch to the side, he hooked his toes up and precisely kicked the last person in the shin.

The man cried out "Ouch!" and lost his balance, falling face-first into the dirt, his nose bleeding profusely.

In just a few breaths, the few arrogant scoundrels who were just moments before were lying sprawled on the ground.

Some groaned, some fell into a coma, and none had the strength to fight anymore.

The alleyway was quiet again, with only a gentle breeze blowing.

Jiang Dusheng gently patted off non-existent dust from his cuffs, reverting to his innocent demeanor, though his eyes remained icy.

Her gaze swept over the several people writhing in pain on the ground, her tone flat:

"Amitabha. Monks are compassionate."

She paused briefly, tilted her head, seemingly confused, but what she said sent chills down the spines of those on the ground:

"But...if the benefactor does not understand Buddhist scriptures..."

She smiled slightly, a smile as pure as snow, yet chilling to the bone. "I... also know a little about martial arts, perhaps I can help you all gain some enlightenment."

Upon hearing this, the men on the ground struggled to shrink back, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at her, completely devoid of their previous lewdness.

Wang Dazhuang watched in stunned silence, then jumped over excitedly, almost wanting to give Jiang Dusheng a big hug, but was frozen in place by one look from her.

"Master! You are amazing!" He patted his paper chest, still shaken.

Jiang Dusheng ignored him, glancing casually at the direction of a certain rooftop before turning around and saying, "Let's go."

The guard from the Jiang family, who had been following from a distance and had intended to help but chose to remain hidden after witnessing Jiang Dusheng's skills, silently wiped the cold sweat from his brow on the rooftop.

With skills like that, young lady... she doesn't need anyone to protect her.