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Tiandong City was indeed a gathering place for humans, and as with any human settlement, there existed a disparity between the rich and the poor. There were areas designated for the wealthy to reside in, just as there were places for the impoverished.
The raggedly dressed Herb Gathering Boy clearly did not belong to any merchant or wealthy class, nor did he seem to be someone of significant status. The path he walked on made it evident to those trailing behind him with ulterior motives that he had no notable identity or background.
As he observed the increasing number of people closing in on the boy, Jiang Anbo smirked, having made up his mind. If anyone sought Murder and Treasure Hunting, he would certainly step in and show those people what he was capable of.
There were always individuals who dreamed of chivalry and justice; Jiang Anbo was one of them. The opportunity lay right before him, and images began to form in his mind of himself being praised after performing heroic deeds.
He was ready to act.
Suddenly, Jiang Anbo's eyelids twitched. A swift flash of sword light shot past him, racing towards the boy who was hurriedly fleeing down the street.
This place was a slum; no one would care if someone died here. After all, the number of people who perished in Tian Zai likely rivaled those who met their end in the Eastern Secret Realm outside Tiandong City.
In a dilapidated building, a chase between hunter and prey unfolded, marked by a sharp beam of sword light.
Jiang Anbo trailed behind, marveling at the boy's speed and experience while contemplating whether or not to intervene. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly; if he didn't deny his own Golden Core Stage speed, he might still struggle to catch up with Yan Dong, that mere Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage Herb Gathering Boy.
During testing, a Middle-Aged Man had mentioned that boy. He recalled how that seemingly formidable uncle had confidently stated that the Herb Gathering Boy could not retrieve the herbs from those missions and had to rely on Immortal Grass and Cigarette Paper. With such explosive agility and remarkable reflexes, even some Golden Core cultivators would find it hard to match him.
As the boy navigated through the familiar terrain of broken walls and ruins, constantly changing direction while evading danger, even a solidly grounded cultivator like Jiang Anbo couldn't help but be impressed by Yan Dong's skills.
Images of various routes taken by those pursuing him flashed through Jiang Anbo's mind. He was certain that at one intersection ahead, someone would surely block the boy's path.
Despite being familiar with the treacherous terrain, Jiang Anbo couldn't ignore the fact that too many people were after the Immortal Grass. Many of those who found themselves unable to catch up with him seemed to have reached a consensus; it looked like they intended to capture him first.
It was time to make a move. With that thought, Jiang Anbo drew his treasured sword, the Blazing Sword. Although it bore some marks from the Sunfire Sect, it was not marked as belonging to the No Sunfire Sect. The long sword, characteristic of Tian Di Dong, was quite ordinary and did not hinder Jiang Anbo from utilizing his Golden Core Stage cultivation.
However, as soon as Jiang Anbo stepped out from the corner, he found himself striking at nothing.
Where is everyone? Where's Coco?
Jiang Anbo glanced around Yi Dong, realizing that in just a few seconds, something had gone terribly wrong. The corpses and pools of blood on the ground told him one thing: those who sought murder and treasure had already met their end in Hades.
Could it be that the young man was hiding his true strength, or perhaps he had some powerful backing?
Just as he pondered this, Jiang Anbo suddenly felt a chill run down his back and instinctively positioned the Blazing Sword behind him.
Clang!
A crisp sound rang out behind Jiang Anbo as he executed the Drowning Fish and Falling Wild Geese move, retreating while turning around to find a figure wielding a dusty brown long sword standing right behind him, showing no intention of pursuing aggressively.
It seems that those two months weren't wasted on cultivation; he appeared to have made some progress.
Why are you here? Jiang Anbo sheathed the Blazing Sword and walked over to Gu Ping, only to be astonished by another surprising revelation—he swallowed hard. Did I just break through?
Ah, I mean my cultivation level. Is that possible?
The figure wielding the dusty, ochre-colored longsword was none other than Gu Ping, who wore the Peony Mask. That longsword could very well be another form of the Liangyi Sword. The two colors of the Liangyi Sword were too iconic, and Gu Ping felt that his Light Attribute and Light Cutting Technique, particularly the Zhai Luan Style, were too obvious. It would be inconvenient to use them in the future, so he decided to conceal his identity by tapping into another power he possessed: Chaos Power.
This power, derived from the Primordial Celestial Demon Liu Dong's Chaotic Dao Foundation, made Gu Ping feel constantly invigorated. Its explosive force was tremendous; while it didn't have the sustained flow of Light Spirit Power, its burst of energy was significantly stronger—capable of unleashing several times the power of Light Spirit Power in an instant, perhaps even a dozen times over. It could only be described as terrifying.
Just moments ago, those ten or so individuals had met their end at his hands.
Jiang Anbo made a gesture as if to behead someone, his lips twitching slightly. Each person's neck bore only a faint mark, yet every strike had drawn blood with deadly precision. The blade's edge was smooth as if it had been cut cleanly, sending chills down anyone's spine who witnessed it.
If one sought to kill, one must also be prepared to be killed.
But how could he help that young boy?
When Ming Yue Qing Chen emerged from the Righteous and Evil Battlefield, he bore some injuries. Thankfully for him, that young boy had been there; otherwise, he wouldn't have known how long he would have to stay in the Eastern Secret Realm. While there weren't any life-threatening dangers, it could still be quite troublesome.
As he spoke, Gu Ping waved toward a corner of the wall. The herb-gathering boy leaped out from behind it and bowed deeply.
No, that time he helped me has settled our debts; we owe each other nothing now. Gu Ping helped the Herb Gathering Boy straighten up and said, "Go on now, save my sister."
The boy looked deeply at Gu Ping for a moment before turning to leave. He seemed on the verge of saying something but ultimately held his tongue.
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