Chapter 10: No Martial Morality

About an hour later, several figures leaped through the mountain forest and appeared in the canyon from just moments ago.

If anyone familiar with them were here, they would recognize these individuals as Liang Guangsheng, leader of the Azure Dragon Gang; Tiger Cai, leader of the Tiger King Gang; and Zhang Mingquan, head of the Zhang family in Pingyang City and also the president of the Pingyang Chamber of Commerce.

All three of them were at the Peak of the Second Realm.

Because they suffered from a lack of Cultivation Techniques to temper their internal organs, they had come to the Cangmang Mountain Range to track down Hua Feifei for the Zheng family's reward.

Who would have thought that just a moment ago, they received a report that their subordinates had been slaughtered by an old man, and of the twenty or so men, only three had managed to escape alive.

Consequently, they took their leave of Zheng Jianhao and rushed toward this valley.

Behind the three men were dozens of Martial Artists belonging to the three factions, holding fierce hounds in their left hands and perching goshawks on their arms.

This had originally been prepared to search for the flower-picking thief Hua Feifei, but they had not expected to use it on Yan Chu first.

"What a ruthless thief!"

Tiger Cai looked at the headless corpses covering the ground, his face filled with rage.

"No matter who he is, he must be torn into ten thousand pieces!"

Zhang Mingquan's eyes were cold, his words filled with killing intent.

After Yan Chu's Breakthrough to the Second Realm, he felt his movements become even lighter.

Even without cultivating a movement technique, his speed in rushing through the mountain forest was several times faster than when he was in the Qi Blood Realm.

He was currently sneaking through the mountains.

Suddenly, a loud eagle cry echoed from the sky, and a goshawk with smooth feathers peered down at the forest.

Yan Chu looked up, feeling somewhat puzzled. "Since when were there goshawks here?"

He had been traveling through the outskirts of the Cangmang Mountain Range for nearly ten days and had never seen a goshawk before!

"Quick! Over there!"

"That thief won't get far!"

At this moment, noisy human voices came from afar, mixed with the incessant barking of dogs.

"Could they be coming for me?"

Yan Chu followed the sound and saw three middle-aged men rushing forward at extreme speed, leaving the others far behind.

"Damn it! They really are coming for me!"

Yan Chu recognized two of them; they were the leaders of the two major Gangs in Pingyang City, the Tiger King Gang and the Azure Dragon Gang.

Tiger Cai spotted Yan Chu's figure at a glance; his build was the same as the one reported by his subordinates.

"Where do you think you're going, thief?!"

Tiger Cai let out a roar, and the iron staff in his hand flew from his grip, transforming into a streak of black light shooting forward.

"Grandpa is right here!"

Yan Chu yelled, slashed at the staff, used the momentum to leap back more than ten meters, landed on the ground, and turned to run.

He was currently at the Early Stage of the Muscle-Bone Realm, although he was only one step away from the Middle Stage.

With his Qi and muscle-bone strength, he had plenty of time to wear them down.

"Second Realm?"

Tiger Cai was startled.

But immediately, his face turned ferocious again. "Even the Second Realm must die!"

Liang Guangsheng caught up and said, "We are not far from the Black Wind Stockade here. Let's force him toward Eagle Beak Cliff and rendezvous with Young Master Zheng."

"Good!"

Tiger Cai and Zhang Mingquan both agreed.

Zheng Jianhao was leading the men of the Six Doors to attack the Black Wind Stockade, which would surely not be able to hold them off.

If they rushed over now, they might still be able to get a share of the spoils and block this thief's escape route.

Thus, Tiger Cai led over twenty men to pursue, while Liang Guangsheng and Zhang Mingquan each led over ten men to flank from the left and right.

With goshawks as eyes and hounds to track, they were not afraid of this guy running away.

The Cangmang Mountain forest was dense, and the fog was thick.

Yan Chu only hid in the dense jungle, so even with goshawks and hounds, they could not find him at all times.

Puff!

Under a large tree, several Azure Dragon Gang Disciples who were carefully searching had not even caught sight of Yan Chu before a flash of a blade sliced their throats, and blood sprayed out.

[Killed the Azure Dragon Gang members who were hunting you, settling the grudge, Experience +20]

[Killed the Azure Dragon Gang members who were hunting you, settling the grudge, Experience +20]

...

"Woof, woof, woof!"

Shing!

Two dog heads rolled onto the ground.

"There's noise over there! Chase them!"

Chaotic footsteps approached, and several Tiger King Gang Disciples arrived nearby, seeing Liang Guangsheng, whose face was as gloomy as water.

Before long, Tiger Cai arrived, touched the still-warm corpses, and said, "The direction is correct. The direction this thief is fleeing is indeed toward Eagle Beak Cliff."

"Keep chasing!"

On the other side, Yan Chu twisted the neck of a Tiger King Gang Disciple, hid him in a tree, and stripped off his clothes to put them on.

Circulating his Qi, his appearance quickly changed to look just like that person.

"Heh heh, if you want to play, I'll let you have the time of your lives!"

...

"Chen San, how is it on your side? Any discoveries?"

"Nothing, I was just about to ask you!"

"Eh? What's wrong with your voice?"

Shing!

[Killed the Tiger King Gang member who was hunting you, settling the grudge, Experience +20]

...

"Woof, woof, woof!"

"Damn dog! Stop barking! Chen San! Why did you run over here without authorization? Didn't the Gang leader tell you to go to the east side?"

Boom!

[Killed the Tiger King Gang member who was hunting you, settling the grudge, Experience +100]

"Ah? You are not Chen San?!"

"Woof, woof, woof!!!"

Puff! Puff, puff!!

[Killed the Azure Dragon Gang members who were hunting you, settling the grudge, Experience +...]

...

The pursuit lasted for more than two hours. Seeing the sky turn dark, Tiger Cai and the others finally realized something was wrong.

They had been chasing the other party for so long, not only had they not found a single hair of him, but the corpses of their own subordinates were scattered everywhere.

In a mountain hollow, the three of them looked at their subordinates, who had decreased by nearly a third, feeling their temples throb with rage. "Damn it! What the hell is going on?!"

"Who is this thief?!"

No one could answer his question; everyone had lingering fears in their eyes.

Zhang Mingquan said coldly, "We cannot split up anymore, or else the three of us will become commanders of empty armies!"

This person really did not practice martial virtue!

He was clearly a powerhouse of the Muscle-Bone Realm, yet he specialized in hiding in the shadows to ambush some Qi Blood Realm Martial Artists and ordinary Martial Artists.

He didn't dare to openly have a duel with the three of them.

"Good! Then everyone gather together. I'm not going to the Black Wind Stockade anymore; first, I'll wipe out this old thing who only knows how to hide in the dark and ambush people!"

Deep in the dense woods, Yan Chu sat leaning against a large tree.

In this short day, the number of lives lost at his hands was nearly one hundred.

The bit of anger he felt from being forced to flee into the Cangmang Mountain Range had been vented quite a bit through this killing spree.

[Host: Yan Chu]

[Cultivation: Second Realm, Muscle-Bone Early Stage]

[Cultivation Technique: Nine Yang Divine Art (Second Layer 14/4000), Iron Cloth Shirt (Major Achievement)]

[Martial Skill: Rushing Thunder Palm (Major Achievement), Wind-Splashing Saber Technique (Minor Achievement 43/1500)]

[Secret Art: Disguise Art (Minor Achievement 101/200)]

[Experience Value: 1120]

In these last two hours, eight Qi Blood Realm Martial Artists and more than a dozen ordinary Martial Artists had died at his hands.

One Qi Blood Realm Martial Artist was worth 100 experience points, and an ordinary Martial Artist was 20, adding up to a total of 1120 experience points.

Only after breaking through to the Muscle-Bone Realm did he realize how big the gap was between each major Realm.

Previously, a First Realm Martial Artist could still exchange a few moves with him, but now, in front of him, there was no difference from an ordinary person; it was just a matter of one slash.

"Add all experience points to the Wind-Splashing Saber Technique!"

Boom!

Countless experiences of cultivating the Wind-Splashing Saber Technique emerged in his mind, and the saber in his hand felt like an extension of his arm.