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At Jiang Tiesuo's declaration, the surrounding disciples quickly dispersed, clearing a space in the center.
Seeing this, Chaykov took a bow stance and prepared to fight. Xunuo noticed that his opponent was using Tongbi Fist and said, "It seems you excel at Tongbi Fist. Fine, today I'll use Tongbi Fist to take you down."
With that, he stepped forward and struck out. Chaykov raised his arm to block but felt a shiver run through his body. There was no time for him to think; Xunuo unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks like a whirlwind. By the thirteenth exchange, he delivered a kick that sent Chaykov flying about ten feet away, landing on the ground, gasping for breath. His waist was already bruised and swollen.
The Inner Sect and Outer Sect disciples nearby stared wide-eyed, their minds blank.
Suddenly, Zhang Changzai raised both hands and shouted, "Master Lu is mighty!"
Xunuo shot him a glare, while Jiang Tiesuo remarked, "Why doesn't Master Lu use Eight Extremes Fist? It would be more decisive."
Xunuo sneered and replied, "I can't control the power of Eight Extremes Fist well enough; I'm afraid I might accidentally kill him."
As soon as he said this, Chaykov trembled on the ground. He managed to stand up with one hand clutching his side and bowed his head, saying, "I was unaware of my own limitations and offended Master Lu. Thank you for your mercy."
Xunuo felt a sense of relief after striking him once. Moreover, he wanted to avoid causing trouble on their journey.
Seeing that Chaykov had lost his arrogance, he said coolly, "Just remember this; will your injuries affect your descent from the mountain?"
Chaykov gritted his teeth and replied, "It's nothing serious; I'll manage for a while."
Afterward, Xunuo turned to Jiang Tiesuo and said, "If there's nothing else, let's set off. We still need to go down the mountain for Nangong Brother's feast."
Jiang Tiesuo agreed and walked ahead with Xunuo.
As they made their way halfway down the mountain, they encountered several disciples carrying water and firewood, struggling under heavy loads as they climbed up. Watching them reminded Xunuo of yesterday when he had been carrying water himself. A wave of melancholy washed over him as he realized that he and these people were now on two completely different paths.
Xunuo and Jiang Tiesuo were walking in front as fast as flying. Chaykov looked pale, with beads of sweat rolling down his face. It was obvious that the injury was serious and the injured area was in pain. But he gritted his teeth and followed closely, refusing to miss a step. Down the mountain is a town. Several people entered the town, Xunuo looked up and saw a restaurant called Kuyuan Pavilion, which was very impressive. I thought again that Guo Shujiang had misrepresented Jiang Shixiong’s braised pork, which was from this restaurant. After passing Kuyuan Pavilion and walking forward for a while, a large courtyard appeared on the roadside. The courtyard wall is high, and the two closed doors are covered with iron sheets and painted with bright red paint. Dozens of fist-sized brass door nails glow golden. There is a large plaque on the door, with four gold characters on a black background: Wuhua Guildhall. Showing majesty. Two strong men in green clothes stood at the door, staring at the passers-by on the road, but no one dared to come forward. Jiang Tiesuo walked over and said: "Call the Manager to come out and see me." A strong man in green clothes guarding the gate hurriedly walked over and said: "It turns out to be Senior Brother Jiang. I think he's here to pick up the carriage and horse. Come with me." The meeting is already ready." Jiang Tiesuo smiled and said: "You are so smart, you will remember me once you come here. It's okay, lead the way." Then he turned to Xunuo and said: "This is . A property of Wuhua Sect is under the jurisdiction of Outer Hall. Some of the carriage and horse equipment used by our disciples for their long journeys can be collected here if they are traveling for personal reasons like me Outer Sect Disciple. Borrowed. If anyone comes to pay homage to the mountain, Register will receive them." Xunuo nodded, and the group followed the strong man in green into the courtyard. The courtyard is extremely large, and as soon as you walk in, you can see all kinds of people. There are those who do carpentry, there are those who do masonry, blacksmiths, carpenters, etc. It's like a giant workshop. After walking for a cup of tea, we arrived in front of several tile-roofed houses. The strong man in green clothes saluted Jiang Tiesuo again, then said goodbye and left. Jiang Tiesuo took the lead and walked into a room. There is a counter in the room with two people behind it. An Elderly was keeping accounts, while a young man dusted the counter with a duster. Jiang Tiesuo took off the Token and threw it on the cabinet and said: "This time I need to prepare one less horse."
The elderly picked up the Token and took a look before hurriedly completing the Register. After that, the young man led everyone outside, circling around to the back courtyard of the house.
In the courtyard, there were a few Errand workers, and the young man called out to a few of them to harness the horses. These people were familiar with the task, and in no time, they had prepared a horse-drawn carriage along with two fully saddled steeds.
The coachman was a lean, wiry man in his thirties. He jumped down from the carriage, opened the door, and said to Jiang Tiesuo, "Young Master, please get in."
Jiang Tiesuo cupped his hands in respect and replied to Xunuo, "Shishu, please go ahead."
Xunuo did not stand on ceremony and stepped into the carriage, followed closely by Jiang Tiesuo.
The coachman had been working at Wuhua Guildhall for quite some time and recognized that those in white robes belonged to the Inner Sect. Every time they went out to collect rent, it was always the ones in white who rode in the carriage while those in blue rode horses. Now seeing Xunuo enter first, he wondered how such customs could be changed so easily.
Just as he was about to close the carriage door, Xunuo held his hand against it and nodded at Chaykov. "You should come up too."
At this moment, Nangong Changjian was already mounted on his horse, but Chaykov was holding onto the saddle with a pained expression in his abdomen and couldn’t get on. Hearing Xunuo's words relieved him greatly as he let go of the saddle and climbed into the carriage.
The coachman looked at them with some confusion, but Jiang Tiesuo raised his hand to pull the door closed. Seeing this, the coachman dared not delay any longer. He went over to lead the unmounted horse and tied it to the back of the carriage before jumping back up to drive.
The carriage and horse soon left the town and headed north along the Main Road. Jiang Tiesuo began discussing some recent insights he had regarding Eight Extremes Fist with Xunuo, and as they talked, both seemed to gain something from their exchange. Meanwhile, Chaykov sat quietly beside them, not daring to utter a word.
After a while, Chaykov finally couldn't hold back any longer. "With Master Lu's skills, there's no doubt he could make it into the top ten rankings. Why challenge Wang Qiusheng, who is ranked thirty-five instead of aiming straight for the top ten?"
Xunuo knew that his strength during his Challenge List days was far inferior to what it was now. Even when he won against Nangong Changjian in that match, it was only through sheer effort that he managed to win by a stroke of luck. If he had faced Chaykov back then without any help, he would have been lying on the ground instead. However, he smiled faintly and replied, "What's the point of competing for titles?"
Chaykov was taken aback by this response at first but then looked at Xunuo with admiration on his face. Jiang Tiesuo also sighed inwardly upon hearing this.
Seeing their expressions, Xunuo felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him but still tried to maintain an air of seriousness.
In the twilight, a carriage could be seen approaching a distant city.
On the roadside outside the city, several elegantly dressed individuals stood anxiously watching the end of the road.
A gatekeeper, somewhat impatient, remarked, "It's getting dark; I need to close the city gates."
A plump man replied, "Just wait a little longer, just wait a little longer."
He quietly slipped a piece of silver into the officer's hand. Once the officer received the silver, he felt it inappropriate to rush them and stayed by to wait.
The plump man chuckled, "Today is the day our Boss collects debts; he will definitely come, just a bit late."
The officer, puzzled, said, "That has nothing to do with me closing the gates. When your Boss arrives, he can just shout for me to open the gates; why pay me to wait with you?"
The plump man smiled and replied, "That's true, but it wouldn't be very courteous or impressive this way. If our Boss gets upset, our waiting days will be difficult."
Hearing this, the gatekeeper thought: Usually seeing you all in your fine clothes and commanding presence is quite impressive. Yet every day you must worry about others' schemes and watch your Boss's mood. Compared to my humble position as a gatekeeper, you might not be any happier. Although my salary is meager, it supports my family. Occasionally making a little profit to buy a chicken or some meat or getting my wife a hairpin or a few yards of fabric brings laughter to my home.
With this thought in mind, he looked at the anxious expressions of the plump man and his companions and couldn't help but chuckle. The plump man noticed the officer's silly grin and shot him an annoyed glance. Turning back, he saw a carriage appearing at the end of the road. He hurriedly stepped forward, puffing out his chest as he stared intently at the approaching carriage.
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