Chapter 454: Wang Jiangshui

The leader of the Jiangshui Gang, Wang Jiangshui, is an old man of about fifty.

Having drifted through the underworld of Heimu Prefecture for many years, he has always remained standing, which is a testament to his extraordinary capabilities.

Although time has carved deep wrinkles into his face, it has also bestowed upon him a composed and dignified temperament.

Those deep eyes seem to hide countless stories and strategies, making him impossible to fathom.

In his youth, he had a chance encounter and obtained the inheritance of a Martial Dao expert.

Later, he seized every opportunity to offer his rather attractive younger sister as a Concubine to the younger brother of the then-prefect of Heimu Prefecture, thereby establishing a connection.

Relying on this connection, Wang Jiangshui gradually gained a firm foothold in Heimu Prefecture.

After his sister gave birth to a son, he vigorously supported his sister's son, who was his own nephew.

Over the years, the nephew has stood out among the many children and nephews of the Heimu Family; he is not only clever and sharp but also possesses great courage and strategy, earning the deep trust of the Heimu Family.

Wang Jiangshui's own strength is also not to be underestimated; after years of struggle, as a Martial Artist at the Organ Refining Peak, he is ranked among the notable Martial Artists in Heimu Prefecture.

With the convergence of these many advantages, Wang Jiangshui gradually grew from an unknown small fry to firmly sit on the throne of the number one river transport business in Heimu Prefecture.

The Jiangshui Gang under his command controls most of the river transport business in Heimu Prefecture; wealth flows into his pockets like water, and his influence grows larger by the day.

At the peak of its prestige, the Jiangshui Gang's fleet shuttled back and forth on the river; the mere sight of the Jiangshui Gang's flag would make other gangs fearful and cause river bandits and water ghosts to steer clear.

But now, he is old, and the grand ambitions of his youth are gradually fading away.

The turbulent situation in the Great Zhou has already spread to Heimu Prefecture.

This leaves Wang Jiangshui filled with worry.

People from the Red Lotus Sect are active everywhere in the city, colluding with various factions; their purpose is unclear, but they have undoubtedly brought huge variables to the power structure of Heimu Prefecture.

The Red Lotus Sect acts ruthlessly; if they intervene in the affairs of Heimu Prefecture, it will inevitably trigger a bloodbath.

It is rumored that experts of the Gang Qi Realm, such as the Liehuo Fawang, have arrived here.

At the same time, the rival Iron Boat Gang is rising rapidly like a new star.

The leader of the Iron Boat Gang is a young and promising figure; he is ambitious and determined to get a piece of the pie in the underworld of Heimu Prefecture.

In recent years, friction between the Iron Boat Gang and Wang Jiangshui's gang has increased, and the two sides frequently clash over the interests of river transport.

According to his temperament in earlier years, Wang Jiangshui would have already struck them down.

How could one allow others to snore beside one's bed?

But later, Wang Jiangshui learned that the Iron Boat Gang also had a powerful supporting force behind it.

It is capable of standing on equal footing with the Heimu Family, which speaks for itself.

The Heimu Family also told him to stay calm and not to make a big move.

Wang Jiangshui listened, but under the current turbulent situation, he is still making full preparations.

He is secretly gathering trusted aides, strengthening the gang's defensive forces, and training his disciples in martial arts, preparing to deal with any potential crisis at any time.

He is scouting for information everywhere, trying to figure out the forces behind the Red Lotus Sect and the Iron Boat Gang, so as to formulate corresponding countermeasures.

Tonight, the moonlight is obscured by dark clouds, Heimu Prefecture is immersed in darkness, and the sound of rain is growing heavier.

Wang Jiangshui sits in his study, his brows tightly locked, pondering the current situation.

But after hearing the sounds of killing in the front courtyard, the mountain frozen between his brows collapses with a boom.

"It's here, it's finally here.

Since you have already made your move, no one can say anything if I strike back."

He sighs as he stands up, tidies his clothes, picks up the precious Sword he had prepared long ago, and strides toward the place where the sounds of killing are intense.

Killing intent is already brewing in his eyes.

When he just stepped out of the study, he saw two young men already standing in the center of the courtyard.

One has white hair and black clothes, the other has black hair and black clothes; their postures are upright, and their eyes reveal a natural and casual air of being in control of the whole situation.

Wang Jiangshui feels a chill in his heart; he did not expect the visitors to be just two young brats.

In his view, these two young men are both Martial Artists at the Organ Refining Initial Stage and could not possibly be his opponents.

However, since they have come, he removes the scabbard, holds the Sword in one hand pointing at the two, and asks: "Who are you? Why have you trespassed on my territory?"

The white-haired young man in black clothes smiles slightly and says: "A good Sword, but unfortunately the killing intent is not heavy enough."

Wang Jiangshui sneers and says: "Ignorant brats, daring to speak so boastfully in front of me."

"Boom!"

Majestic Blood Qi coils around Wang Jiangshui, like a beast that has been dormant for a long time and has suddenly awakened, emitting a chilling pressure.

His gaze is like a torch, staring fixedly at the two ignorant young men before him, and the precious Sword in his hand trembles slightly, as if thirsting for blood.

The white-haired young man in black clothes remains unchanged in expression, a faint smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth, and he says nonchalantly: "Gang Leader Wang, do not be angry. Anger cannot solve problems. We have come today to point you toward a bright path."

Wang Jiangshui snorts coldly and shouts angrily: "A bright path? You broke into my Jiangshui Gang at night, killed my disciples, and still dare to say you are pointing me toward a bright path? You are simply talking nonsense! Go to hell!"

After speaking, he kicks off the ground, his figure moving like lightning, shooting toward the white-haired young man in black clothes, his precious Sword drawing a sharp arc and bringing with it a shrill sound of breaking air.

The white-haired young man in black clothes is unhurried; he shifts his body slightly to avoid this fatal blow.

He takes the Sword from his waist—it is unknown when he did so—and swings it lightly; the Shark Tooth sweeps toward Wang Jiangshui's wrist like a vicious beast.

Wang Jiangshui is startled and hurriedly withdraws his Sword to defend.

With a "Clang!"

Wang Jiangshui's Sword blade collides with that of the white-haired young man in black clothes, and the sparks that fly are particularly dazzling in the dim courtyard.

That huge counter-shock force travels along the blade, numbing Wang Jiangshui's web between his thumb and index finger, and he secretly marvels at the young man's exquisite swordsmanship and immense strength.

Upon this exchange, Wang Jiangshui understands that the person before him has superb swordsmanship and is definitely a swordsman loyal to the Sword Dao.

Sometimes, a Sword is just a Sword.

When a Martial Artist holds it, it can only be considered a tool, just for killing people faster.

But for a swordsman,

The Sword is their limbs, an extension of themselves.

Even when holding a sword, they cannot be spoken of in the same breath.

Wei Zhuang's expression was calm, the Shark Tooth Sword in his hand like a spirit snake flicking its tongue, each swing precisely neutralizing Wang Jiangshui's offensive.

His swordsmanship style was unique, combining hardness and softness; at times it was as fierce as a gale, at others as gentle as flowing water, making it impossible for Wang Jiangshui to fathom.

Cheng Feng watched Wei Zhuang using this person to practice his sword and couldn't help but say speechlessly: "Old Wei, hurry up, we need to finish this so we can go back and sleep."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiangshui was extremely speechless: "It enrages this old man, Dripping Water Sword, die!"