I am Jinshan Youxia

It was that familiar sound of chicken bones breaking through the air again. Yao Bodang didn't care about anything else anymore. He became ferocious and pressed down on the singer's neck without any regard for anything else.

What he wanted was to trust that his men could succeed in the sneak attack. Even if they couldn't kill that despicable man, he wanted to go to the underworld with that vile woman.

"Swoosh!" "Crack!"

The sounds of seven or eight blades slicing through the air simultaneously almost overlapped with the sound of a blade being broken.

Yao Bodang had thought he was going to die, but to his surprise, the chicken bone didn't hit him. Instead, it broke his knife. He was overjoyed because he knew what the sound of the blade cutting through the air came from.

Besides the Five Tigers' Gate-Slaying Saber Technique, Qin Family Village also possesses a unique skill: the single-sword throwing technique called "Roaring Down the Mountain." It is incredibly powerful; when multiple people throw it, it's almost impossible to dodge. If a sneak attack is added, the consequences would be dire—

He looked over with a pleased expression, but his face froze.

"Continue." Zhang Chengyi toyed with a single-edged sword in his hand, while all the others that had been tossed over were neatly arranged on the table.

To him, the roaring attacks coming down the mountain and the single-edged swords thrown at him were as slow as a snail's pace. He picked them off one by one as easily as picking apricots, and even had the mind to arrange them in order.

"Pfft!"

Yao Bodang was stunned. The singer didn't have one; instead, she thrust her sword straight into his shoulder.

If it weren't for his exceptional experience, which allowed him to deflect the blade before it reached him, he would already be a corpse.

With one arm crippled and no knife in his hand, he was now completely on the same starting line as the singer, and the two began a passionate, amateurish battle.

"Boom!"

One of the men who threw the single-edged sword at Zhang Chengyi tried to escape, but the sword was as fast as lightning. With a muffled thud, it pinned the Qin Family Village bandit's hand to the table.

"You gave it to me. I'm returning it to you. Isn't that fair?"

Zhang Chengyi said with a smile.

"Run!" Someone shouted, and the bandits of Qin Family Village scattered and fled in all directions, even their chief, Yao Bodang, was no longer a concern.

When faced with life and death, how many people can be fearless and undaunted?

Yao Bodang was not a member of the Qin family after all, and Qin Family Village was a bandit stronghold. In the novel, he was eager to defeat Sima Lin of the Qingcheng Sect, who almost killed him with a hidden weapon, in order to maintain his dignity in Qin Family Village. Now, facing an unimaginably powerful enemy, naturally no one was willing to give their life for him.

Just as Su Xinghe was about to intervene, the single-edged sword on the table returned to its owner's hand almost simultaneously, pinning him firmly to the wall, pillar, table, and ground.

Another unlucky guy was knocked down when his crotch brushed against the stove, sparking a few embers that ignited his pants. However, his hand was in too much pain from being pierced, and he hadn't yet realized the new trouble he was about to face.

As for throwing a single-edged sword, even without the elaborate roaring descent from the mountain, it would be easy for Zhang Chengyi to throw it accurately, ruthlessly, and quickly.

He improves his physique, but it's not like a game where you just add strength or speed. Physique means that everything is interconnected. Apart from the mysterious comprehension and innate talent, everything else increases at the same time. Becoming a sharpshooter who can hit a target from a hundred paces is incredibly easy.

He wiped the grease from his lips with a handkerchief, stood up, and said calmly, "Now, among you, anyone who moves except for those two will die."

"Drip! Drip!" Two chopsticks were stuck into the ears of the Qin Family Village bandits who had fallen down in fear. They were so frightened that he wet himself and his face broke down, but he didn't dare to make a single move.

"Bloody maid! Bastard maid! Bastard maid!"

Yao Bodang screamed madly. One of his eyes had been injured by a sword during the earlier struggle, and the feeling of death slowly approaching was driving him insane. Perhaps it was the surge of adrenaline, but he channeled his inner energy and slapped the singer away with a palm strike, roaring:

"Rogue, rogue, what kind of hero are you!"

"You shameless scoundrel, you used hidden weapons to injure people, your heart is as venomous as a snake, I will fight you to the death!"

He was disheveled and covered in wounds. He took a few steps forward like a madman, when suddenly he felt all his strength drain away. His knees buckled and he knelt down. He looked around at the fearful or terrified eyes of everyone around him and looked down at his chest.

Yes, yes.

The reason why that lowly maid was able to be slapped away by him was because he had already been pierced through the chest by a long sword.

But with too many wounds and too much pain on his body, his senses had long been numb. A surge of anger allowed him to unleash his final power before he died...

He put on a monkey show for someone else.

"Hehehe~" Yao Bodang had a strange smile on his face, blood and foam kept rising from his mouth, and his intact one eye stared at Zhang Chengyi with a venomous look. His exhausted body could no longer support him to continue speaking.

If it weren't for this scoundrel who suddenly jumped out, how could he have... how could he have...

His last bit of strength vanished, his consciousness left him, everything went black, he rolled to the ground, and within a few breaths he was completely lifeless, his chest no longer rising and falling.

The chieftain of Qin Family Village, Yao Bodang.

dead!

Chapter 14 adheres to the principles of fairness, impartiality, and transparency.

"To mourn."

Zhang Chengyi walked over with feigned concern and said, "Chief Yao was wise and brave all his life, but he lost to this, uh, young lady by a single miscalculation. It is truly gratifying, no, it is heartbreaking."

Damn it! You kept laughing the whole time, without stopping, and spouting nonsensical nonsense.

The bandits of Qin Family Village grumbled inwardly, but also listened quietly to the words of the person who held the power of life and death.

"I, Jinshan Youxia, upholding the principles of fairness, impartiality, and transparency, hereby announce that the victor of this martial arts competition is the young lady from the Wuliang Sword Sect!"

Zhang Chengyi clapped his hands twice, which sounded so abrupt in the quiet second floor.

"Cough cough~ Pfft!"

The singer, who had collapsed against the wall, coughed a few times, spat out a mouthful of blood, then stood up, staggered over, knelt down, and kowtowed.

Each strike was heavier than the last, nine in a row, before he finally said in a hoarse voice, "I will repay your kindness even in my next life, as an ox or a horse."

?

"No, isn't it about repaying each other with one's body?"

Zhang Chengyi recalled a joke from a martial arts novel: if you encounter an ugly man, you'll be treated like a slave; if you encounter a handsome man, you'll offer yourself to him. He immediately became unhappy.

This completely stunned Su Xinghe.

What does that mean?

Ignoring her severely injured and collapsing body, the singer regained some color in her pale face and looked up with a complicated expression.

"Alright, alright."

Zhang Chengyi realized he shouldn't have said that. Damn, why are ancient people so stubborn? Everyone treats casual remarks as golden rules. It's so annoying.

He looked at Su Xinghe beside him and said, "Old Su, save someone!"

As the master of the legendary physician Xue Muhua, this wise and eloquent man was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, and divination, and his medical skills were no less than those of his disciple.

Thinking about it this way, Wu Yazi's medical skills must have been exceptionally high.

Zhang Chengyi seemed to be thinking about something, then said, "You lot, get out of here."

The eleven Qin Family Village bandits who hadn't attacked him were stunned. Was he playing them again? Heaven have mercy, their own chieftain had been played like this, dying with a belly full of grievances. Now this plague god was telling them to get lost, who would dare to move?

Do I have to say it a second time?

Zhang Chengyi didn't really intend to kill them. They were a bunch of noobs who hadn't even laid a hand on him earlier, so there was no reason for him to kill them. Besides, what he wanted was for these people to spread his reputation.

How can a great hero not be famous throughout the martial arts world? In the world of Tianlong, there is no organization like Baixiaosheng, so he could kill them all silently. Who would have known that Jinshan Youxia had done such a great deed?

As for whether they will let the tiger return to the mountain and face retaliation in the future.

Haha.

Seeing his seemingly genuine expression, after hesitating for a few seconds, someone slowly moved their body, then took a step, and then moved like a rabbit. In the blink of an eye, the person was gone. Another person near the window gritted their teeth, smashed the window, and flew out.

"Rest quietly for a while, and don't resort to violence." Su Xinghe withdrew his hand, gave this instruction, and then looked up and said, "Uncle Zhang, everything's alright now."

The singer nodded silently, then opened her mouth somewhat shyly and said, "If... if Uncle Zhang doesn't mind that I'm already married and have a daughter, I'd also..."

"I'm not Cao Cao, how can you not tell the difference between a joke and the truth?" Zhang Chengyi complained, then said, "Old Su, cripple their martial arts and throw them out."

Upon hearing this, the group pinned down by the single blade showed expressions of horror. One of them, with his neck stiff, shouted, "If you're a man, then give us a quick death!"

Losing martial arts skills is not as simple as just losing them. Even Xu Zhu, whose internal energy was neutralized by the Beiming Divine Art, felt weak all over and his mind was dizzy. He couldn't even stand up and sat on the ground. His martial arts skills were forcibly abolished, making him no different from a cripple.

Moreover, they had already lost one of their dominant hands and their martial arts skills; how could they possibly return alive?

Even if they went back, how would they survive in the mountain stronghold?

It's better to die.

Su Xinghe was loyal to his master's orders. With a swift movement, he sent someone flying. His figure moved through the room, and no matter how hard someone tried to struggle, it was no use; the difference in strength was too great.

For an unknown nobody to have his martial arts crippled by Mr. Congbian, it's already considered an honor for them.

Before long, the room became quiet.

Zhang Chengyi kicked up the money bag that Yao Bodang had dropped on the ground, weighed it in his hand, opened it to take a look, and said, "Come on up, waiter."

As he spoke, he tossed over a bulging money bag, saying, "This includes compensation for the losses, as well as the food and drinks we've had here these past few days."

"Including the eight next to you."

The waiter glanced at the eight friends of Hangu who were shaking their heads in unison, straightened up at the top of the stairs, took the money bag, and said, "Yes, yes, sir."

"Oh right, more..." Zhang Chengyi was about to order some more food. After watching this show, he felt like eating again, but then he smelled a foul odor.

Just now, someone was so frightened by him that he broke through to the next level, advancing from the Inner Refinement Realm to the Outer Release Realm. Although he had his pants to cover him, some of the contents had still seeped in. With such a smell around, how could he possibly have any appetite?

He said listlessly, "Alright, take me to get a superior room."

"Also, tidy this place up properly."

"Definitely, definitely." The waiter said, glancing back at the room full of blood, leftover food, and broken tables, chairs, and tableware. His face showed bitterness, but he couldn't help but laugh as he clutched his money bag.

After completing this order, I really made a fortune!

The steps of leading the guests downstairs were lighter.

When Zhang Chengyi went downstairs, everyone in the lobby had already run away. It would be strange if everyone hadn't run away when the fight was so lively upstairs.

In this world, martial arts practitioners don't live in a separate world from ordinary people. Their food, drink, and daily necessities are all closely related. Over hundreds and thousands of years, even the most obtuse ordinary people have long understood when to watch and when to run away.

It seems like these eight tagalongs are impossible to shake off.

He looked behind the stairs. With his senses, even if the Eight Friends of Hangu were careful, he could easily spot them.

Moreover, the eighth brother, referring to Li Kuilei, the eighth of the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass, was wearing a theatrical costume with the back hem dragging on the ground, revealing a large portion of his body. Any ordinary person with a focused attention could see him.

Zhang Chengyi didn't move, and the waiter followed behind him like an attendant. He said, "You guys go upstairs and follow Old Su."

"Let me make this clear in advance: I do not employ servants, and you should not greet me or bow to me every time you see me, and you should not follow me when I take a walk."

Since they like following along, then let them follow. You might need their help in the future.