Kendo

Xiao Fan rented two rooms near the northern part of the city.

Actually, he was a thrifty person and felt that it was fine for two people to squeeze in, even if he was at a disadvantage.

One room would have been enough!

However, Su Yiyun, that wasteful woman, adamantly refused, saying that she had gained some insights from her cultivation and insisted on having two rooms.

The waiter at the inn was also impolite, insisting that there were enough rooms for one person each.

This caused Xiao Fan's virtue of frugality to be forcibly thwarted.

"Today is the third day," Xiao Fan thought to himself.

He constantly monitored the crowds in the northern part of the city, and whoever set up a stall or packed up and left, none of it escaped his Divine Sense.

Soon, Xiao Fan saw two people, one old and one young, appear on the streets of the northern part of the city, looking for an unoccupied spot.

They began to set out their goods.

Both of them were Mortals, so they didn't have treasures like Storage Pouches.

The old man carried a small bamboo basket on his back, filled with many tattered ancient books; the bamboo strips pressed against his coarse linen clothes, creating folds.

Even his frail body was hunched over, making it a bit strenuous.

The old man was hunched over, occasionally letting out two coughs, likely due to poor health; his hair was white, and his face was weathered, looking frail and aged.

The little child was only seven or eight years old, with a topknot, and dutifully used his hands to support the bottom of the bamboo basket from behind, thinking that this would lighten the old man's burden.

He quietly watched for a long time, discovering that besides these two, no one else was selling ancient books here, so it must be these two.

"How could Mortals possess the Sword Dao True Explanation?"

Forget it, in a Xuanhuan world, a mysterious background is normal; perhaps these two are people lost from some prominent aristocratic family.

He just needed to get his hands on this item.

However, before he could make a move, two burly men with fierce expressions and broad backs approached them.

The old man thought they were there to buy things and kindly introduced them, explaining in detail what these items were and their origins.

The two men, however, said in a deep voice, "Old man, do you know that to set up a stall on this street, you have to pay tribute to our Wang Shixiong?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes glazed over, but only for a moment before he recovered.

He pleaded, "Sirs, we are new here and don't understand the rules. Besides, my grandson and I are unfortunate people; where would we have anything to offer as tribute?"

"Are you saying you don't want to pay?" one of the burly men threatened in a deep voice.

"I won't make things difficult for you; leave these things and get lost," the other person said.

"Two Senior Brothers, we plan to sell these items to exchange for silver to sustain our lives; please be lenient," the old man begged, even kneeling down for fear that the two would not agree.

"Scram!"

"You're ungrateful."

With that, one of the burly men kicked the old man.

Both of these men were Cultivators, and although they were in the Early Stage of Qi Condensation, any casual blow would be a fatal injury to a dying old man.

Moreover, this kick landed on the old man's stomach, causing the old man's eyes to roll back, and he immediately fainted.

The little child beside him turned pale, quickly ran to the old man's side, helped him up, and continuously called out to him.

However, the old man was barely breathing, like a flickering candle in the wind, about to be extinguished at any moment.

The two men ignored them, took out a Storage Pouch, and were about to put all the ancient books into it.

Other people who had stalls on this street also played it safe, believing that less trouble was better than more.

The law of the jungle was like this; they also had to pay tribute to the Wang Shixiong mentioned by these two, otherwise, they wouldn't have the opportunity to set up a stall here.

Xiao Fan remained unmoved; these two mere fish, relying on a so-called Wang Shixiong, were acting tyrannically here, making him witness the diversity of species.

At this moment, a beautiful figure glided past him, carrying a fragrant breeze, and landed in front of the two burly men.

Su Yiyun couldn't stand it; having experienced the destruction of her own sect, she deeply understood the helplessness of the weak. When she saw these two bullying the old man and the child, she recalled that helpless night, watching her loved ones leave her one by one.

She rushed out without a second thought.

"Who are you? We are working for Wang Shixiong. Are you going to stop us?"

Although these two were barbaric and unreasonable, they weren't completely brainless.

Su Yiyun's aura was stronger than theirs, so they naturally brought out their backer, hoping to make her retreat.

"Wang Shixiong? He's a bastard!" Su Yiyun couldn't hold back, drew her sharp sword, and swung her blade at the Cultivator who had just kicked the old man.

A cold light flashed.

A bloody leg separated from its body and lay quietly on the ground; it was the one used to kick the old man.

Ah!

The man let out a heart-wrenching wail, incredibly shrill; he hadn't expected this woman to be so ruthless, attacking immediately.

Scarlet blood flowed all over the ground.

The person next to him quickly took out a Medicinal Pill to stop the bleeding, but Su Yiyun swung another sword, chopping off the hand that was trying to deliver the Medicinal Pill.

Her eyes were cold, her face like frost; from her appearance to chopping off hands and feet, it took less than three breaths of time.

Still feeling unsatisfied, Su Yiyun unleashed two more Sword Qi, each piercing into their Meridians, severing the Meridians inch by inch.

The two men felt as if a sharp sword was traveling through their bodies, crashing about, tearing at their bodies every moment; that excruciating pain, like being cut into a thousand pieces, instantly made their eyes roll back and foam come from their mouths.

After a while, when the residual Sword Qi was exhausted, they were finally able to catch their breath, but their internal organs were already heavily wounded and they were on their last breath.

Hiss!

Xiao Fan couldn't help but gasp; was she that ruthless? She usually seemed so gentle.

"You, who are you? Even, even, even Wang Shixiong's business. You, you dare to interfere, do you want to die?"

One of the burly men still tried to threaten her.

Su Yiyun never wasted words; she swung her sword, and it landed squarely on his mouth, directly splitting his mouth to his ears, a bloody mess.

Her swordsmanship was exquisite; while tearing his mouth, she also cut off his tongue.

Xiao Fan's scalp tingled; this guy was just verbally threatening, and his tongue was cut off.

I kissed her; if my strength were insufficient, wouldn't she twist my head off?

Such a terrifying woman; it seems only by ruthlessly suppressing you under my might will you behave gently.

"Heroine, spare us, Heroine, spare us! We two were just working for Wang Shixiong!" The other person quickly begged for mercy.

Su Yiyun ignored him; these two had already been crippled and couldn't even move, so she had plenty of time to torment them.

She took out a Medicinal Pill, overflowing with vitality, crushed it into powder, and with a wave of her jade hand, the powder entered the old man's mouth, transforming into a pure medicinal force that flowed through his limbs and bones.

For Cultivators, this was just the most ordinary healing Medicinal Pill, but for Mortals, it was a healing holy medicine.

Soon, the old man regained consciousness.

The little child's tears were mixed with smiles; he repeatedly knelt and kowtowed in thanks, saying to Su Yiyun, "Thank you, Heroine, thank you, Fairy, thank you."

Su Yiyun said nothing, only waving out a spiritual force to lift the child.

Her focus was not here, but on the two villains lying on the ground, barely clinging to life, as if she would chop them into minced meat the next second.

Xiao Fan stepped out at the opportune moment, his Divine Sense sweeping over the ancient texts; he discovered a piece of gold foil hidden within a thick book.

With a gentle pull, the book flew up and landed in his hand.

His Divine Sense swept over the gold foil, and like a mud ox entering the sea, it immersed itself in an ocean of profound characters; each symbol was carved as if by a knife and axe, with clear and incredibly sharp lines.

"This is the Sword Dao True Explanation, engraved on this thin piece of gold foil with Sword Intent?"

This gold foil was dark purple and of extraordinary material, though only palm-sized, yet the characters within were as vast as the sea, each move and stance infinitely profound.

"Child, give me this book, and I'll help you deal with those two, how about it?" Xiao Fan said.

The little child, however, shook his head.

Xiao Fan was puzzled; could it be that he had discovered something amiss?

"Big Brother, you can have this book; can you help me control those two and give me a sword?" he said in a childish voice, yet with a chilling killing intent.

Xiao Fan gazed at him steadily; interesting.

"Alright!"

He lightly pointed, and a white Qi flew out, striking the foreheads of the two burly men, who then became unable to move.

At the same time, he flipped his right hand, and a three-inch long dagger appeared in his hand.

"Here you go," he handed it over.

The little child said gratefully, "Thank you, you're truly a good person."

Xiao Fan: ...

A 'good person card' here too?

Su Yiyun tugged at Xiao Fan's sleeve and whispered, "Isn't it bad for someone so young to learn to kill?"

"Are you very old? You act like a tigress when you fight."

Su Yiyun retorted, "I'm very gentle, okay? You're the tigress, your whole family are tigresses!"

The two burly men couldn't move; their eyes were filled with terror, wanting to beg for mercy but unable to speak. The little child took a deep breath, gripping the dagger tightly.

One cut after another, he silently slashed at the two men, venting the anger in his heart; if no one had come to help, his grandfather would have died!

These two deserved to be cut into a thousand pieces!

The white blade went in, the red blade came out, one cut after another; Xiao Fan found it increasingly interesting.

This little child was truly ruthless; he didn't deliver a fatal blow, but rather cut them little by little; he was a 'wolf man'.

Scalding, hot blood gushed out, soaking his hands; his breathing also changed from rapid to calm, as if he was enjoying this pleasure.

It was at this moment that a purple script appeared above the little child's head.

"A person of Luck?"