Chapter 155: Shocking!

"Whoosh—"

The two of them, one chasing and one fleeing, advanced rapidly through the woods.

The wind whistled past their ears, howling.

Luo Zijun had an injury on his leg, so he was ultimately a bit slower.

A moment later.

The other person leaped, landing right in front of him.

Luo Zijun stopped in his tracks, looked at him with a face full of surprise, and said, "So it is Brother Han. I wonder, Brother Han, why are you chasing me?"

Han Mang gripped a three-foot-long broadsword in his hand, looked at him with a sinister expression, and said, "Brother Dongfang, I am sorry. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for seeing what you shouldn't have just now."

Having said that, he raised the sword in his hand.

Luo Zijun hurriedly said, "Brother Han, I didn't see anything just now."

Han Mang sneered and said nothing more; the broadsword in his hand moved, and he had already charged toward him.

"Swish!"

A cold glint flashed, and the blade whistled down.

Luo Zijun turned his body to the side, and his fist, already charged with power, slammed out with a boom.

Han Mang's strike missed, so he also swung his fist to meet him.

In his view, this youth was only at the Martial Artist First Realm; even without using his full strength, he could send the other person flying with a single punch.

Of course, even a lion uses its full strength when hunting a rabbit.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided heavily.

Both their bodies shook, and they both retreated several steps with a "tseng tseng tseng" sound.

Han Mang froze on the spot, looking at him in astonishment: "You..."

"Whoosh—"

Luo Zijun did not speak again and took the initiative to charge forward.

Han Mang's expression turned stern, no longer holding any contempt. The broadsword in his hand immediately transformed into a silver streak, slashing out in a dense, impenetrable web.

His sword technique was indeed formidable; after more than ten moves, he had already forced Luo Zijun back.

The clothing under Luo Zijun's armpit had also been torn open.

If he hadn't reacted in time, he feared that his arm would have been severed just now.

Luo Zijun stopped in his tracks, a look of confusion appearing on his face.

Did the poison fail?

At this moment, Han Mang gripped his sword tightly and walked toward him step by step, saying with a cold sneer, "Even if you were hiding your cultivation and are at the Martial Artist Fourth Realm, today, you will find it hard to..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his body suddenly swayed, and he stopped walking.

The sword in his hand trembled a few times.

But soon, he gripped the sword again, and the sneer on his face turned into a smile: "I really didn't expect Brother Dongfang to be at the Martial Artist Fourth Realm, and so young at that. I, Han Mang, have always liked making friends with young, capable people. Brother Dongfang, as long as you don't tell anyone what you saw just now, from now on, we are friends."

Luo Zijun said, "Really? Brother Han won't kill me anymore?"

Han Mang laughed: "I was just testing Brother Dongfang's true strength just now. We are both teammates, how could we kill each other? As for that Miss Wang from earlier, she was the one who snatched our prey first; we just wanted to take it back, we didn't want to hurt her."

"So that's how it is."

Luo Zijun nodded and walked toward him.

Han Mang's eyelid twitched; he gripped his sword tightly and smiled: "Brother Dongfang, I am from the Inner City Han Martial Arts Hall..."

"Swish!"

Before he could finish, Luo Zijun had already shot out like an arrow released from a bowstring.

Han Mang's pupils constricted, and he hurriedly swung his sword to strike.

However, he was already poisoned; his movements and power no longer had their previous speed and sharpness.

"Bang!"

Luo Zijun smashed a fist into his chest, sending him flying directly.

Han Mang fell to the ground in a sorry state, then immediately scrambled back up. His sword had already slipped from his hand. He squeezed out a smile again and said, "Brother Dongfang, it was indeed wrong of me to test you without saying anything beforehand. Let this punch be my apology to you. From here on, let us shake hands and make peace, and together..."

"Bang!"

Luo Zijun's second punch landed directly on his throat.

A crisp sound of bone shattering rang out.

The words in Han Mang's mouth stopped abruptly; he threw his head back and fell backward.

Just as he hit the ground, Luo Zijun picked up his sword, a cold glint flashed, and he hacked into his neck, decapitating him.

Han Mang's eyes widened, and he died instantly.

Luo Zijun squatted down, rummaged through his body for a while, fished out a Storage Bag, then collected the steel sword as well, and headed back the way he came.

Since it was delivered to his doorstep, he would naturally take it all.

It just so happened that he was out of money.

He had already had a very fruitful and satisfying day, but he hadn't expected to get two more hauls just as he was about to leave.

A Storage Bag alone should sell for quite a bit of money.

Of course, other things could be sold, but the Storage Bag must never be sold.

If the other party had a decent family background, it would be easy to track him down through the Storage Bag; even if he was wearing a Bamboo Hat and Mask, it would be very dangerous.

Better to keep it for his own use.

Meanwhile.

In another patch of woods not far away, Wang Yuru had already been stabbed in the back by a sword from Wu Yang, and was then kicked flying away.

She scrambled up from the ground, leaned against a large tree behind her, gripped a Dagger in her hand, and panted, "My Wang family will not let you off!"

Wu Yang gripped his precious sword, sneered with his whole face, and said, "Young Lady Wang, your Wang family is indeed very powerful in the Inner City, but here on Cangyun Mountain, they cannot protect you. If you had been obedient earlier and handed over that Cloud-Treading Leopard, none of this would be happening now."

Wang Yuru gritted her teeth and said, "That was my prey!"

Wu Yang smiled and walked closer to her, saying, "That was indeed your prey, but who told us to see it? Now, not only is that Cloud-Treading Leopard our prey, but you, Young Lady Wang, are also our prey."

As he spoke, he gave a lewd laugh, looked over her tall, slender figure and beautiful face, and said, "I wonder if Young Lady Wang has heard that in the southern suburbs of the city, there is a place called Jile Villa? It is very lively and very fun there; regardless of man or woman, as long as they go to that place, they will never be willing to leave again. In a moment, we will take Young Lady Wang there."

The Dagger in Wang Yuru's hand suddenly pressed against her own throat, and she said with a face full of determination, "Don't even think about it! Even if I die, I will never disgrace the reputation of the Wang family!"

Wu Yang grinned and said, "Why must Young Lady be like this? Once you go there, I guarantee you will be as happy as an immortal. Of course, if Young Lady truly does not want to go, that is fine too; follow me, Wu, and I will still let you live like an immortal every day."

"Pah!"

The Dagger in Wang Yuru's hand directly pierced the skin on her own neck.

Wu Yang sneered and said, "Even if Young Lady Wang dies, our brothers will not let it go to waste. When the time comes, we will still strip off your clothes and hang you in the woods, letting the martial artists coming and going all get a glimpse of the peerless beauty of your Wang family's Young Lady."

Wang Yuru's expression changed instantly, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "You... you are shameless!"

Seeing that she was afraid, Wu Yang laughed out loud and took another step closer. The sword in his hand suddenly slashed down with a "Clang," and the Dagger in Wang Yuru's hand was actually slashed flying away.

The sharp tip of the Dagger carved a bloodstain onto her fair neck.

Wang Yuru hurriedly went to pick up the Dagger, but Wu Yang flashed over and kicked the Dagger away.

Seeing this, Wang Yuru's face turned deathly pale, and her eyes revealed despair.

Wu Yang laughed heartily, pointed his sword at her, and said, "Young Lady Wang, now, do you still want to die?"

Wang Yuru glared at him hatefully and said, "If you have the ability, then kill me!"

Wu Yang chuckled, put away the sword in his hand, squatted down beside her, stared at her pale and beautiful face, and said, "Kill you? Wouldn't that be a waste?"

As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed the sash at her waist and gave it a violent tug. With a "Swish," he tore her sash off, and a chilling, ferocious laugh erupted from his mouth.

Wang Yuru's body trembled, and tears rolled down.

Watching her pitiful appearance with tears like pear blossoms in the rain, Wu Yang tutted. Just as he reached out his hand to stroke her face, he suddenly saw her expression freeze, her gaze looking behind him.

At this moment, Wu Yang also heard a burst of faint footsteps coming from behind.

He grinned, turned his head, and said, "Brother Han, has that brat been dealt with? This little girl... hmm?"

He stood up abruptly, turned around, looked at the figure wearing black clothes, a Bamboo Hat, and a Mask behind him, and opened his mouth: "You..."

Luo Zijun spoke, "Brother Han is already dead, but before he died, he entrusted me to bring you a message: he cannot bear to part with you, so he wants you to go down quickly to accompany him."

As he spoke, his figure flashed and disappeared from where he stood.

Wu Yang's expression changed drastically; he hurriedly took out his precious sword, slashed forward violently, and at the same time, his body retreated rapidly.

However, a fist suddenly enlarged in his pupils.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound.

That massive fist landed squarely on his face.

And the precious sword he had slashed out missed its mark.

A wave of intense pain struck.

Wu Yang's head jerked up; he was actually sent flying backward by the single punch. After falling to the ground, he slid a distance across the ground before finally stopping.

He immediately jumped up from the ground, the sword in his hand began to tremble, his face was covered in blood, his nose was collapsed, his teeth had fallen out, and blood flowed from his entire mouth.

He opened his eyes wide, and with a face full of terror and disbelief, said, "You... you are..." "I am Dongfang Junnan, does Brother Wu not recognize me anymore?"

Luo Zijun had just finished speaking when he had already掠 to his front. Before the precious sword in his hand could be swung, he used a move, "Opening Heaven and Splitting Earth," which struck directly on his forehead.

The force of the wind exploded, and the momentum of the punch was astonishing.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound.

Wu Yang's skull shattered instantly, and his entire body flew backward and fell onto the ground.

Just as he stopped, Luo Zijun had already picked up the sword from the ground, went up, and with one strike, directly severed his head.

Fresh blood sprayed out instantly.

Wu Yang widened his terrified eyes and died completely.

Luo Zijun dodged the blood, wiped the precious sword clean on his clothes, first put the precious sword into his Storage Bag, and then began to search his body.

!

The second Storage Bag was in hand!

Wang Yuru leaned against the tree, watching this sudden turn of events with a deathly pale face.

Luo Zijun put away the Storage Bag, stood up, looked at her, and suddenly walked toward her.

Wang Yuru's body trembled and she said, "Dongfang... Young Master Dongfang, thank you..."

Luo Zijun arrived in front of her, stared at her for a while, and asked, "How much silver does Young Lady Wang have on her?"

Hearing this, Wang Yuru was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said, "Three hundred taels."

Luo Zijun reached out his hand, looked at her, and did not speak.

Wang Yuru did not hesitate at all; she hurriedly took out a money bag from her Storage Bag and placed it in his hand.

Luo Zijun weighed it and said, "A bit little, but it is still better than someone owing a debt."

He put away the silver, thought for a moment, and then reached out his hand again.

Wang Yuru was stunned for a moment and said tremblingly, "I... I have no more money..."

Immediately after, she hurriedly added, "I have some at home, wait for me..."

"Not money."

Luo Zijun stretched out his hand and said, "I heard you hunted a Demon Beast this time."

Wang Yuru's expression changed instantly.

Luo Zijun looked at her pale face and said, "Miss Wang, everyone says that a life-saving grace should be repaid with a gushing spring. I won't ask you for a gushing spring, but giving me a Demon Beast is only right, isn't it?"

Wang Yuru bit her lip, her face still stained with tears, looking pitiful as she pleaded, "Young Master Dongfang, could you please..."

"Enough nonsense!"

Luo Zijun grew impatient, his outstretched hand turning into a fist, aimed at her pretty face as he said, "If you nag again, do you believe I'll smash your head open with one punch?"

Wang Yuru: "..."

She dared not hesitate any longer and immediately dumped a Demon Beast out of her Storage Bag.

"Cloud-Stepping Leopard?"

Luo Zijun looked at the massive leopard carcass before him, feeling a sudden joy, and hurriedly and unceremoniously stowed it into his own Storage Bag.

"Miss Wang, many thanks."

He did not linger, preparing to take his leave.

Today's harvest was truly overflowing; he had to leave this place of trouble quickly.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head, and said, "By the way, Miss Wang, I must give you a warning: it is best not to tell anyone about today's events. If you spread the word, I will tell everyone that you were stripped of your clothes and insulted by them."

Having said that, he walked away quickly.

Wang Yuru's lips trembled as she stared blankly at his retreating back.

She sat on the ground for a while longer.

Only then did she gradually regain her strength, and leaning against a tree, she stood up from the ground.

She turned her head to look at the corpse lying not far away, its head and body separated, her heart trembling as she stumbled away.

Luo Zijun walked cautiously through the forest.

The more it was a time like this, the more careful one had to be; one absolutely could not be careless.

At any time, one must not get carried away, especially in a place where human life was as cheap as grass.

Fortunately, he did not encounter any danger along the way.

Just as he was about to walk out of the forest, who would have thought that behind a large tree ahead, a corner of a garment would suddenly be revealed.

Luo Zijun immediately stopped his steps.

At this moment, a pretty young girl in a red dress with a slender figure walked out from behind that large tree, holding a Red Tasseled Spear, her face cold.

Their gazes met, and the forest fell into silence.

Luo Zijun spoke first: "Good sister, are you waiting here to pay back the money?"

Xu Ziyin gritted her teeth, gripped the spear in her hand, and suddenly erupted with her Martial Artist aura; her hair danced, her skirt fluttered, and strong winds swirled around her, looking exceptionally imposing.

Luo Zijun said in surprise, "Martial Artist Fourth Realm? You leveled up?"

Xu Ziyin stared at him coldly and said, "Dongfang Junnan, now, kneel down, kowtow two hundred times to this lady, call this lady 'Grand Aunt' two hundred times, and give this lady two thousand taels of silver, then return that Demon Deer to this lady! I might consider sparing your life!"

Luo Zijun did not speak, suddenly also erupting with his own Martial Artist aura.

"Whoosh—"

Strong winds swirled around his body, and his long hair flew behind him.

He said with a calm expression, "Sorry, your good brother has also leveled up. Just like you, Martial Artist Fourth Realm."

Xu Ziyin's mouth hung open: "..."

"Good sister, seeing you leveled up, good brother is very happy. Come on, this time, please continue to put in effort!"

As Luo Zijun spoke, he walked toward her step by step.

Xu Ziyin stiffened for a few seconds, then suddenly pointed behind him and said, "Look! A beautiful woman!"

Luo Zijun sneered, his gaze still fixed on her as he walked toward her.

Xu Ziyin suddenly said again, "Look! A beautiful woman without any clothes on!"

Luo Zijun clenched his fist, still unmoved.

Xu Ziyin's face began to turn pale; suddenly inspired, she pointed behind him again and said, "Look! A beautiful woman without any shoes on!"

"Hmm?"

Luo Zijun's steps paused, and he turned his head to look.

"Whoosh—"

Taking this opportunity, Xu Ziyin turned and ran.

Damn it!

This bastard actually leveled up again!

In just a few short days, he went from Martial Artist First Realm to Martial Artist Fourth Realm!

Is he even human?

He is simply a pervert!

Luo Zijun left the forest, boarded a carriage returning to the city, paid the silver, and immediately set off back to the city.

He was not short of silver now; leaving this place quickly was the most important thing.

After all, he was carrying two Demon Beasts.

And that Cloud-Stepping Leopard was an expensive Demon Beast.

He decided to go straight to his Senior Sister later to share the two Storage Bags and the treasures inside with his Senior Sister and Master.

If there was anything his Senior Sister and Master liked inside, he would just let them take it.

If it weren't for them, he wouldn't have been able to level up so quickly now.

Last time, his Senior Sister took his yellow weasel spirit Demon Core, but unexpectedly, she gave him a refined Demon Core in return; it was precisely by relying on that Demon Core that he was able to level up twice so quickly.

Therefore, from now on, whenever he had good things, he would definitely share them all with his Senior Sister.

Senior Sister would never be greedy for his good things.

That girl seemed to only like silver, but thinking about it carefully, that silver also seemed to have been mostly spent on him.

Master was right to scold him; from childhood to adulthood, he had always been a gigolo who lived off women.

But so what?

Who told him he had the ability to live off them? Even if others wanted to, they didn't have that ability.

When Master said those words, although his face was full of disdain, he must have been filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred inside.

Clearly, Master probably also always wanted to live off women, but unfortunately, he looked wretched, and no old woman was willing to let him do so.

Thinking about it, that little old man was quite pitiful too.

No wonder he had been irritable lately, swearing at every turn, and even resorting to hitting him.

He probably watched him living off women until his eyes turned red with jealousy.

Thinking wildly all the way, the carriage soon entered the city.

Getting off at the crossroads, he wandered around the nearby streets and alleys for a few laps, changed into a Confucian robe in a deserted alley, and after taking off his Bamboo Hat and Mask, he headed toward Bao'an Hall.

When he saw the three characters "Bao'an Hall" and that cold, elegant figure behind the counter, a sense of intimacy suddenly welled up in his heart, and he immediately walked over.

(End of this chapter)