Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Step, step.

Just then, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded outside!

Everyone in the inn was astonished and looked towards the entrance.

Outside, the wind howled like ghosts, and the ground beneath their feet was soft sand, so ordinary footsteps were quickly drowned out.

But the footsteps, which sounded like they were still dozens of steps away, were unusually clear and heavy, as if each step was treading on people's hearts. As they approached, they even overpowered the howling wind and sand!

The newcomer's internal strength is simply unbelievable!

A short while later, a hand with distinct knuckles lifted the curtain.

A tall, thin figure dressed in a gray cloth robe and wearing a straw hat walked in. He found a corner seat, ignored all the guests in the room, and only called to the waiter: "A pot of wine."

When the wine came, he poured himself a drink and drank it without taking off his straw hat.

All eyes in the room fell on him, and the young couple, who looked like a perfect match, exchanged a glance.

"It's really lively..."

Li Fu took a sip of tea and sighed inwardly.

Although he solved the major case of the Mu family and his reputation gradually spread in the martial arts world of Yanzhou, he felt that he had not yet truly stepped into the world of martial arts.

Today, the gathering of heroes at the Yellow Sand Inn has given him a glimpse into a corner of the martial arts world.

Not long after, four more men appeared, wearing curved knives at their waists, silver earrings, and white cloths on their heads. They looked like martial arts practitioners from Sichuan. They had fierce expressions and menacing looks.

When they saw the two groups of monks and Taoists, their expressions changed slightly, and they hid at the table furthest away from them.

Subsequently, six more people, dressed like江湖豪客 (jianghu heroes) who were doing business and selling medicinal herbs, poured into the inn.

The inn was soon packed with people, and the old manager and two waiters were extremely busy.

As more people gathered, some hushed conversations gradually began to emerge, but the atmosphere remained heavy.

Most people looked solemn, and even those who appeared relaxed did not talk or laugh loudly.

They were clearly busy with important matters and were only using this place as a temporary stop.

Judging from the bulging bundles on their backs, they were probably heading into the desert.

The restaurant was almost full.

Just then, a commotion and shouting came from outside the inn.

It's obvious that more people have arrived, and quite a few, no less.

The two men had never seen anything like this before.

A young shop assistant ran up to the old shopkeeper, smiling, and said, "Old man, there are so many people... When we're done today, you'll have to give us a little something..."

The old shopkeeper was calculating accounts behind the counter, but his face showed little joy; instead, he looked worried.

"Go, go, get to work!"

Still thinking about money? If these people don't smash up the shop and just pay their bills honestly, I'll be burning incense in gratitude!

As they were talking, the curtain was roughly pulled open.

Two burly men dressed as servants barged in and stood on either side.

Immediately afterwards, a young gentleman dressed in luxurious silk and holding a folding fan walked in, frowning and covering his nose.

"Pah! After enduring sandstorms all the way here, I was hoping to find a place to catch my breath, but this shabby shop doesn't even have a comfortable place to put my feet!"

He looked at the simple tables and chairs in the shop with disdain.

Immediately, two more burly men rushed forward, deftly taking out brocade cushions from their bundles and laying them on the bench. They bowed and said, "Young master, you've been wronged. Please make do with this and rest your feet while you're traveling."

Another person smiled obsequiously and said, "Our young master is of noble birth; it's truly a blessing from his ancestors that our humble shop is fortunate enough to benefit from your presence!"

The young master seemed quite pleased with the flattery and sat down with an air of importance.

Seventeen or eighteen people surged in behind him.

There were men and women, young and old, of varying heights and builds, wielding all sorts of weapons—knives, swords, maces… Their expressions were mostly fawning over the young man in brocade robes, occasionally revealing lewdness, eccentricity, and ferocity.

At a glance, it was clear that they were a group of scoundrels who had once roamed the underworld and now served the young master.

When the twenty or so people came in, they found that almost all the seats were already occupied.

A burly man with a thick beard, carrying a nine-ringed broadsword, shouted sternly from behind the young master.

"Young Master Wang Zheliu of the Wang family of Suzhou has arrived! Why don't you all make the best of a move?! Doesn't any of you have any sense of propriety?!"

Which Wang family from Suzhou?

Could it be the Wang family...?

"The Wang family, known as the 'Kings of Southeast China'?!"

A suppressed gasp and murmurs immediately filled the store.

The group of people, who were originally preoccupied with their own thoughts, including the monks and Taoists, all changed their expressions upon hearing the voice, and their eyes turned to the young man in brocade robes.

Several monks and Taoist priests frowned.

Li Fu observed coldly from the side.

"The Wang family of Suzhou?"

The Wang family of Suzhou seems to be renowned throughout the martial arts world, even attracting the attention of these reclusive individuals.

"Wang Hong, the 'King of the Southeast,' was in charge of the Bureau of Imperial Sacrifices, responsible for collecting rare flowers, exotic plants, and rare birds and animals from all over the world for the emperor, as well as procuring and supervising the transfer of the imperial tribute of flowers and stones. His power was immense."

He practiced nepotism, placing members of the Wang family in almost every position within the Bureau of Ceremonies. The entire Wang family was incredibly wealthy.

But I've never heard of such a person in the Wang family. Wang Zheliu?

Have you heard of it?

"Wang Zheliu?"

Who is it? I've never heard of them!

Several martial arts practitioners were whispering among themselves, and one of the martial arts heroes asked in bewilderment.

Wang Zheliu's face darkened, and he gave a meaningful look.

"presumptuous!"

The burly man dressed as a servant who had lifted the curtain for him earlier moved with lightning speed and instantly appeared in front of the wealthy guest!

The big spender reacted quickly, raising his hand to block, but only felt a sharp pain in his wrist as the other party grabbed his wrist!

The burly man's move was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly; he grabbed the wealthy man by the back of the collar and dragged him out!

"What are you doing! Let go..."

The wealthy man struggled and cursed, but before he could finish speaking, he was dragged out of the door.

Immediately afterwards, there were several crisp cracking sounds, followed by a shrill, distorted scream!

"I'll spare your dog's life!"

I'll knock all your teeth out to teach you a lesson. Get out!

The burly man's cold voice came in.

The store was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was secretly startled, and even Li Fu narrowed his eyes.

A servant who lifted the curtain was so ruthless and skilled in martial arts!

The Wang family of Suzhou is truly unfathomable and extremely domineering.

The atmosphere inside the inn instantly became tense.

Wang Zheliu's smugness deepened, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

His group of sycophantic retainers scanned the room with obvious smugness.

The other martial arts heroes at the table, seeing their companion in distress, had anger in their eyes, but could only clench their fists, daring not to speak out, much less to step forward and seek revenge.

Just then, a clear and melodious voice rang out, breaking the silence.

The woman, dressed in blue and with a beautiful face, introduced the handsome young man beside her with a smile, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

"Cousin, this Wang Zheliu is just a spoiled brat from one of the many collateral branches of the Wang family in Suzhou."

Relying on the rise of the King of the Southeast, the entire Wang family rose to prominence. His father also became a stone and flower commissioner in the Northwest, extorting money from the people and being a heartless and ruthless rich man.

This kid, relying on his family's wealth, hired some famous martial arts masters as bodyguards and instructors, and learned a few martial arts skills from them.

It's a pity that such a person has even a fraction of the dedication to diligently practice martial arts. All he does all day is walk his cat and fight his dog, acting arrogantly and committing countless evil deeds.

Her voice wasn't loud, but she didn't deliberately lower it either.

The handsome young man beside him nodded slightly.

Li went to look.

This perfect couple turned out to be cousins?

They do seem to have a slight resemblance in appearance.

The shopkeeper and his two employees were terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

This girl is talking like that, doesn't she have a death wish?