The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

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

No one speaks.

Everyone stared intently at the wine jug on the table.

It is not difficult to hit someone with a wine jug and make them kneel down and not get up.

But while the person was knocked to their knees and couldn't get up, the wine jug that threw it remained unharmed—such a thing was truly unheard of.

Am I dreaming?

The onlookers were stunned.

The most vehement reactions came not from ordinary people, but from those in the underworld.

As the saying goes, the layman sees the spectacle, while the expert sees the details!

An average person might watch for a while and at most say, "Wow, awesome!", but they wouldn't be able to explain exactly why it's awesome.

Only those who have truly practiced internal martial arts and have been in the martial arts world for many years know just how exquisite An Qingwan's move is.

If one's control over internal energy had not reached a state of perfection, how could one possibly perform such fluid and graceful movements, like a dance?

They usually use two words to describe someone like An Qingwan—

opened?

An Qingwan was unaware of what others were thinking, and she didn't care; she was simply there to arrest people.

"Take the offender down and bring him back to the county office for questioning."

Four constables immediately circled around from behind her to the front.

The gang of Zhenshanhu, the Iron-Clad Gang, were all on high alert, their hands gripping their weapons.

Normally, if they saw their own family members being beaten, regardless of whether their family members were in the right or wrong, they would have already drawn their knives and stepped forward.

This is how the Ironclad Gang has always operated.

Regardless of right or wrong, I just want to have a good time.

Anyone who makes them unhappy will be made to die a quick death!

But these days are different.

The Ironclad Gang had no confidence in defeating An Qingwan, so they had to hold back for now.

However, despite their reluctance, they couldn't just stand by and watch the government constables take the Mountain-Suppressing Tiger away.

If this news gets out, how will they ever be able to survive in the underworld again?

People in the martial arts world often value face the most.

For the sake of saving face, one can either sacrifice one's own life or cruelly slaughter an entire family.

"Wait a minute!"

Just as the constable was about to reach the mountain-guarding tiger, a middle-aged swordsman with a neat mustache suddenly stood up.

"I am Wu Qingcheng, the vice leader of the Ironclad Gang, known in the martial arts world as the Jade Sword. Today's incident is my fault for not disciplining my gang members properly."

He clasped his hands in a fist salute and looked at An Qingwan.

“Miss An, if it were another day, I, Wu, would have handed over the Mountain-Suppressing Tiger to you without hesitation. However, we are on a heavy mission today and cannot afford to delay. Could you please forgive the Mountain-Suppressing Tiger for a few days, for my sake? After we have completed our mission, I will bring the Mountain-Suppressing Tiger back to apologize.”

As he spoke, he took out a large silver ingot from his pocket.

"Mr. Wu is willing to compensate Sihaiju for all losses with one hundred taels of silver, and will personally restrain the gang members to ensure that they will never commit the same offense again. I wonder what Miss An thinks?"

Wu Qingcheng adopted an extremely humble attitude, hoping to let the matter pass by easily.

An Qingwan suddenly laughed, her laughter like the tinkling of silver bells.

But Wu Qingcheng felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave; he could tell that there was a barb in that laughter.

"Does Vice Chief Wu truly realize he was wrong?"

Wu Qingcheng frowned, and could only bite the bullet and say, "Of course."

An Qingwan asked, "If I hadn't come, would Vice Chief Wu have stopped Zhenshanhu from bullying Manager He?"

Wu Qingcheng: "..."

An Qingwan added, "If I hadn't been able to stop the wine pot, would Vice Chief Wu have reprimanded Zhenshanhu and apologized like this?"

Wu Qingcheng: "..."

An Qingwan sneered, "Vice Gang Leader Wu, you don't know you're wrong, you just know you're about to be in big trouble."

Wu Qingcheng's forehead veins bulged as he stared at the blindfold covering An Qingwan's eyes. Suddenly, he burst into loud laughter, as if he had never heard such a funny joke in his life.

He was the deputy leader of the Ironclad Gang, the largest gang in the Pingnan area, and even the King of Pingnan treated him as an honored guest.

I deliberately lowered my stance today, but I was still ridiculed by an unknown junior.

Ridiculous!

So what if one's internal strength has reached a state of perfection?

Before he could even walk, Wu Qingcheng first practiced his internal strength. How could his forty years of accumulation be wasted on empty fame?

"Calling you Lady An is an honor, but since you don't appreciate it, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Clang!

A cold glint flashed, and Wu Qingcheng drew his sword from his waist with a sharp shout.

Before anyone could react, he suddenly unleashed a sharp slash of sword light forward.

The sword light wasn't aimed at An Qingwan, but at the wine pot from before.

The swords flashed, seemingly grazing the wine pot, yet the wine pot remained completely still where the swords passed.

Just as everyone was wondering what was going on, Wu Qingcheng gave a haughty snort.

Suddenly, the perfectly good wine pot broke into more than ten pieces, and the wine inside flowed out along the clean cuts, instantly wetting the entire table.

"If you know what's good for you, crawl on the ground in a circle now, and I will forgive your rudeness and let you go."

A chilling murderous intent emanated from him.

At this moment, the burly man with the knife who was watching the play outside was already sweating profusely.

When he came to Zhen'an County to take on the challenge, he was already amazed by the beauty of Lady Zhao.

Unexpectedly, within just half a day, they encountered masters like An Qingwan and Wu Qingcheng, whose moves they couldn't even understand.

Is the water in the martial arts world really this deep?

"I've heard of Wu Qingcheng's reputation during my travels. It's said that no one who has ever offended him has survived to this day. Heroine An is in danger." The burly man with the sword sighed, feeling deeply sorry for her.

Zhao, the female knight standing to the side, shook her head: "Didn't you notice something was wrong?"

Something's wrong?

The burly man with the knife took a look and finally noticed something was wrong.

Wu Qingcheng displayed such power, how come the ordinary people in Sihaiju weren't afraid at all?

Could it be that……

"I thought you were not blind and should be able to see better than me, but it seems I was wrong. Your eyesight is not very good."

As she spoke, An Qingwan's face became increasingly translucent, like white ice shrouded in cold mist.

She raised her hand as she uttered the word "使".

Her palms seemed to turn into magnets, causing the spilled wine to fly away.

Before the liquor even touched his palm, it froze into a block of ice at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The next moment, An Qingwan pushed forward with her right palm.

The ice in his palm suddenly shattered into countless shards, raining down on Wu Qingcheng like a torrential downpour.

Wu Qingcheng was shocked. He had never seen such a scene before. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

"I surrender!"

Wu Qingcheng shouted in a panic.

He thought he was going to die this time, but although he heard the sound of ping-pong balls ringing in his ears, he felt no pain at all.

Could it be that An Qingwan's move is all show and no substance?

He looked down.

It turned out that all the ice shards had hit his jade sword.

Was he just lucky, or was it on An Qingwan's part?

Just as this question arose, Wu Qingcheng saw the blade of the Shuyu Sword shatter into countless pieces, which fell to the ground and formed the character "安" (An).

Wu Qingcheng glanced at the words on the ground, then at An Qingwan who remained calm. Suddenly, he flicked his broken sword and collapsed onto the wet ground with a thud.

"I, Wu Qingcheng, have always prided myself on being the best swordsman in Pingnan, but today, my sword is broken, hahahaha..."

He was acting completely erratically and strangely.

The Ironclad Gang members were so frightened they didn't dare move, but the constables were used to it and immediately stepped forward.

"you……"

Just as one of the Ironclad Gang members was about to say a few words, he was pulled back by his companion.

Don’t you want to live?

They could only watch helplessly.

Watching the constables take Zhenshanhu and Wu Qingcheng away.

Watching An Qingwan toss Wu Qingcheng's silver ingot to the restaurant manager.

Watching An Qingwan walk to the carriage.

Just as An Qingwan was about to get into the carriage, someone suddenly shouted from the side.

"What kind of martial art was that just now?"

The person who shouted was the burly man with a knife who was watching the show from the sidelines.

"Ming Yu Gong."

An Qingwan left behind three words, and then "blew" into the warm carriage like frost and snow.

San'an Qingwan

The carriage that An Qingwan was riding in had already gone far away.

But the atmosphere inside and outside Sihaiju remained lively.

Everyone chatted about what had just happened, and inevitably a few words of belittling and mocking the Ironclad Gang and Wu Qingcheng came out in their conversation.

The Ironclad Gang members turned ashen-faced, but dared not retaliate, and could only slink away in disgrace.

Quickly return to the Ironclad Gang and summon the Ironclad Ancestor!

After they had gone far away, the burly man with the knife, who had been pondering the unremarkable name Ming Yugong, finally raised his head.

“I can understand why Lady Zhao said that in Zhen’an County, Lady An’s words carry more weight than the emperor’s.”

Even a ruthless man like Wu Qingcheng couldn't withstand a single move from An Qingwan. If the magistrate of Zhen'an County wasn't out of his mind, how could he not treat An Qingwan like his great-grandmother?

The emperor's power was indeed immense.

But the emperor was still too far from Zhen'an County.

Thinking of this, the burly man carrying the knife couldn't help but show a look of emotion.

"I wonder who Miss An's master is, she has such strength at such a young age."

Zhao, the female knight-errant, said, "She has no master."

"No master?" The burly man with the sword was astonished. "Could it be that, like me, Miss An, you also comprehended it on your own?"