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They arrived at a tea house, tying their horse cart outside. They ordered a basket of meat buns and a pot of fragrant tea. Xunuo wasn't hungry and had no appetite, merely savoring the tea. Suddenly, amidst the clamor in the tea house, a name reached Xunuo's ears. His Divine Sense immediately slipped in, probing into a room on the second floor.
Inside the room, four people were seated around a table, conspiring about something. After eavesdropping for a while, Xunuo grasped the general situation.
It turned out that these individuals were plotting to force Wu Liangfang's disciple out of the city, targeting his granddaughter whom he was escorting. They seemed intent on using her as leverage against the Iron Fist Sect to relinquish their interests around Wellhead. If they did not receive a satisfactory response, they would resort to tearing up the ticket.
Xunuo's mind instantly conjured the image of that headstrong girl in green clothing. Although he did not have a particularly good impression of her, considering his connection to Wu Liangfang, it would be unreasonable not to lend a hand after learning of this plot. Even his conscience would not allow him to ignore it.
After contemplating for a moment, Xunuo called over a waiter and ordered another basket of buns. He then said to the coachman, "After drinking some fragrant tea, I feel hungry now. We've traveled half a day; let's rest here for a bit longer."
The coachman was naturally pleased to hear this. He was paid by the day, and dining here without delaying his earnings was certainly welcome. He hurriedly replied, "What you say makes sense; one must eat well before continuing the journey. Please take your time."
As Xunuo ate, he began to inquire about the martial arts factions in the area. The coachman often traveled outside and had some knowledge. Upon first seeing Xunuo with a sword at his back and carrying a large bulging bundle that clearly contained silver, he sensed that Xunuo was someone with some skills in the martial world.
Now that Xunuo asked, the coachman explained the layout of the Martial Arts Sects around Wellhead and Qifang.
There were two major Martial Arts Sects in the vicinity: Iron Fist Sect and Five Tiger Hall. In addition, there were over ten smaller sects that were vassals to these two larger factions.
The rivalry between Iron Fist Sect and Five Tiger Hall had existed for a long time. Both sides were evenly matched; neither could completely overpower the other. Even if one side weakened during certain periods, the other did not dare to launch an all-out assault but would instead exert pressure through strength and interests. In recent years, Five Tiger Hall had gradually grown stronger and had been heavily suppressing Iron Fist Sect.
After listening, Xunuo sighed inwardly at yet another cliché situation.
The two sat in the tea house for a full two hours before Xunuo clapped his hands to settle the bill and got back into the cart to head out of town. Not long after they set off, they saw an overturned cart ahead on the road. Two groups of people were engaged in fierce combat, with shouts and clashing swords ringing out incessantly.
Seeing this, the coachman pulled on the reins to turn back. Xunuo slapped him on the shoulder and said, "Go forward."
The coachman looked at Xunuo in fear and said, "Young master, please don't provoke trouble! Such fights can lead to fatalities at any moment. It would be perilous for us to pass by."
Xunuo coldly said, "Just go ahead and stop with the nonsense."
His subordinate exerted force, crushing the carriage window into a pulp. The driver's flesh quivered as he turned around, gritting his teeth and driving the carriage forward.
As they approached, two men in black blocked the horse-drawn carriage with swords in hand. One of them shouted, "Who’s the fool coming here to seek death?"
Xunuo pushed open the carriage door and saw Wu Liangfang's disciples and several followers struggling in the middle, surrounded by more than ten men in black. He jumped down from the carriage and said indifferently, "You’re blocking my way and acting so arrogantly. I was going to let you pass if you moved aside, but now you’ll have to suffer a bit before I let you go."
Upon hearing Xunuo's words, the two men immediately became furious. The one with the sword stepped forward and swung at Xunuo. He sidestepped and kicked him away. The other man, seeing this, raised his sword to attack, but Xunuo swiftly caught the blade between his fingers and pulled it back. At the same time, he kicked this one away as well.
Seeing Xunuo dispatch two men in an instant, two others in blue shirts from Five Tiger Hall approached. They clasped their hands together and said, "Five Tiger Hall is here to settle grievances; may I ask which sect this young hero belongs to?"
Xunuo cursed inwardly. The mention of Five Tiger Hall made him wary. If he revealed his affiliation with Wuhua Sect or Lu Zaisheng now, it would mean opposing all of Five Tiger Hall.
Thinking quickly, Xunuo smiled and said loudly, "I am Xunuo, without sect or affiliation. I cannot stand by while the strong bully the weak; do not think your sect can intimidate me. I roam freely across the seas; nothing can scare me."
His voice rang out like a bell, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
The ongoing battle paused as people turned to watch. A Green Shirt Girl raised her eyes to see Xunuo; her eyes lit up as she was about to speak but was pulled back by a Middle-Aged Strong Man beside her, who glared at her to keep quiet. Confused and feeling wronged, she pouted in frustration.
This Middle-Aged Strong Man was naturally one of Wu Liangfang's disciples. He recognized Xunuo as the young man he had encountered over a year ago. Upon hearing Xunuo announce his name and claim to be without sect or affiliation, he understood that Xunuo did not want to reveal his background and thus stopped the Green Shirt Girl from speaking.
The Middle-Aged Strong Man then called out loudly, "This young hero Xunuo, I am Feng Wubian from Iron Fist Sect. We were ambushed by Five Tiger Hall here. I do not dare ask for your help in resolving this situation; I only hope you can rescue my disciple's niece, and I would be eternally grateful."
At that moment, a Blue-Clad Man attacking Feng Wubian sneered, "Do you really think a wild kid can resolve this? You must be dreaming."
Feng Wubian knew that Wu Liangfang had given an astonishing evaluation of this young man. If what his master said was true, then this boy could indeed turn the tide of this situation.
A Blue-Clad Man blocking Xunuo said, "This is a conflict between sects, not the kind of bullying you might think, Young Master Xu. I hope you won't interfere. The Five Tiger Hall is willing to grant you a favor."
Xunuo smiled and replied, "If it's a sect conflict, I won't meddle. But when it involves women and children, I cannot stand by. I will take that girl away, and you can continue your fight without me."
Another Blue-Clad Man's expression changed. He sneered, "You really think too highly of yourself. I'm only letting you off easy to avoid extra trouble. Since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish."
With that, he drew his sword and lunged forward. Xunuo had long been prepared, knowing there was no chance for negotiation. With a flick of his sword light, he met the attack head-on. The two sides clashed evenly.
The Blue-Clad Man on the sidelines, wielding a saber, observed and quickly realized that this young man was no ordinary martial artist without a sect. At such a young age, he had already mastered his swordplay to an extraordinary level. Although he only executed One Flower with his sword, the Sword Flower was smooth and refined—clearly not the result of a day’s practice. In contrast, the Blue-Clad Man facing Xunuo could only manage a single Sword Flower that paled in comparison.
After exchanging over fifty moves, Xunuo gradually gained the upper hand. Every few exchanges, he would unleash a Sword Flower that left his opponent flustered. The Blue-Clad Man's Sword Flowers became smaller with each attempt; it took him ten or eight moves just to produce one.
Xunuo assessed the situation: it seemed this opponent had poor Inner Strength cultivation and could be quickly eliminated or at least severely injured to regain the initiative.
As Xunuo recognized this opportunity, the saber-wielding Blue-Clad Man also sensed trouble. Before Xunuo could strike, he rushed in to join the fray.
At this moment, Xunuo felt the pressure mounting. If he had the Azure Edge in hand, he could unleash the unparalleled sword technique of One Flower with ten points combined with the Seven Star Soul Locking Sword and defeat them effortlessly. However, revealing the Azure Edge would mean exposing his identity, bringing disaster upon himself and trouble to Wuhua Sect—a loss that wasn’t worth it. The Iron Sword he had taken was incapable of executing any sophisticated techniques.
Although he could transform One Flower into ten points, he couldn't master One Sword, Two Flowers. Xunuo truly didn’t know if he was too foolish or too clever in this regard. But as it stood now, if he had One Sword, Two Flowers at his disposal, he would have already dispatched the sword-wielding Blue-Clad Man without hesitation. Why then must he struggle against two opponents?
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