All the heavens, starting with Little Li Flying Dagger

Chapter 25 Even More Yin Than Yin Wuji
Upon hearing this, Wang Gan didn't say anything, but Tie Chuanjia nodded.

“What this young girl said is right. How could Young Master Gan be the Plum Blossom Thief? According to Young Master Gan’s personality, even if he were to commit murder, arson, or rape, he would have to be naked.”

Wang Gan twitched his lips, almost spitting out his tea.

Do you want to hear what you have to say? Am I really that abnormal?

Tie Chuanjia, you honest man, when did you become so wicked?

The old man smiled.

“Granddaughter, you may be right, but the martial world is never judged by common sense.”

Whether Wang Gan is the Plum Blossom Thief or not is not for you to decide, nor is it for this old man to decide either.

The girl with the braid asked curiously, "Then who decides?"

The old man said,

"Naturally, it's those respected elders from prestigious schools who have the final say."

"After the incident at Xingyun Manor, Little Li Flying Dagger was obsessed with death and lost all life, only saying that he was the Plum Blossom Thief."

"But because Li Xunhuan and Wang Gan had been friends, many heroes of Xingyun Manor tied Li Xunhuan up and sent him to Shaolin Temple for a public trial, just to confirm who the Plum Blossom Thief really was."

At this point, Tie Chuanjia couldn't contain himself any longer. How come the young master was tied up and taken to Shaolin Temple?
Just as Tie Chuanjia was about to get up, Wang Gan pressed him down and gave him a reassuring look.

Tie Chuanjia thought to himself, "What you're doing makes me even more uneasy."

The girl with the braids couldn't understand it.
"Didn't Wang Gan and Li Xunhuan have a falling out? Even if Li Xunhuan is publicly tried, what does it have to do with Wang Gan?"

The white-haired old man tapped his pipe and smiled silently.

"Wang Gan and Li Xunhuan have fallen out, but we think the heroes of the martial arts world don't see it that way. They think both Li Xunhuan and Wang Gan are Plum Blossom Thieves!"

"As for the conflict between Li Xunhuan and Wang Gan, it was nothing more than a charade put on in front of everyone to clear themselves of suspicion,"

The girl with the braids was astonished. "Huh? Isn't this a case of shooting the arrow first and then drawing the target, with absolutely no evidence?"

The old man sighed, "Yes. It's just a pity that those heroes were destined to fail."

The girl with the braided hair rolled her eyes. "Because of Wang Gan?"

The white-haired old man said,
"That's right. Their mistake was that they were targeting Wang Gan. Wu Chang Shou's martial arts skills are beyond question. Even Qing Mo Shou died at his hands. If they were ranked on the weapon ranking list, he would definitely be in the top five."

"Not to mention, what's most terrifying about the Impermanent Hand is his indiscriminate and unscrupulous methods!"

At this point, a sinister-looking man carrying a long sword walked over and said disdainfully to the old storyteller,

"You're saying Wang Gan's martial arts skills can rank him among the top five on the weapons list? I don't believe it. What do you, an old storyteller, know about martial arts?"

The white-haired old man was rebuffed, but he wasn't annoyed. He calmly replied...

"So what do you think?"

The sinister-looking man snorted coldly.
"I believe my martial arts skills are superior to his!"

The white-haired old man laughed.

"You shouldn't be saying that to me; you should be saying it to the Hand of Impermanence."

The sinister-looking man actually nodded.

"You're right, I should talk to him!"

With that, the sinister-looking man walked straight to the corner of the tea stall and spoke to the person sitting there.

I believe my martial arts skills are superior to yours!

Wang Gan leisurely picked up a fried peanut and put it in his mouth.

"You say your martial arts are better than mine, but that's useless."

"If boasting could kill someone in the martial arts world, there would be no need for any weapon rankings."

The sinister-looking man nodded in agreement.

"Talking is useless; I'm prepared to try!"

Wang Gan sighed, "Giving it a try is worthwhile, but can you afford the price?"

The sinister man remained unmoved.
"In the world of martial arts, all that matters is fame and fortune; as for my life, I've long since given it my all."

"Killing you would bring me fame, fortune, and the favor of the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. It's clearly a very worthwhile deal!"

At this point, everyone understood that the man in front of the sinister-looking man was none other than the unpredictable hand—Wang Gan—mentioned by the storyteller!

The next second, everyone moved, fleeing the tea stall at lightning speed, wishing their mothers could give them two more legs.

In the blink of an eye, only the sinister-looking man, Wang Gan, Tie Chuanjia, and the storyteller grandfather and grandson remained at the tea stall.

"Looks like you're the only one with guts."

Looking around at the scene of the streets being cleared like tigers, Wang Gan wondered to himself if his reputation had become so widespread.

But the nickname "Unpredictable Hand" sounds a bit strange.

Wang Gan, who was so fond of making friends, originally planned to have a title of "the living Mengchang" (a legendary figure known for his loyalty and righteousness).

"I'm not only brave, but my sword is also very fast!"

The sinister-looking man drew his sword the moment he uttered his first word.
His sword was indeed very fast, and also quite strange, as it was a soft sword.

However, soft swords have their advantages. Not only are they incredibly fast, but the angles at which they are drawn are also extremely tricky, unlike ordinary swords, making them impossible to defend against.

Clearly, the sinister man was not as upright and honorable as he appeared. A person who uses a soft sword would only have exceptionally insidious sword techniques and moves.

His opponent was just faster and more cunning!
Before the sinister man could draw his sword and make a move, a crisp, fried peanut had already appeared in his throat.

Clearly, this wasn't something he swallowed.

Instead, Wang Gan flicked it in with his finger.

The sinister-looking man's eyes widened, and he tried to speak, but only made gurgling sounds.
After a few breaths, he collapsed onto the table.

After the sinister man died, Wang Gan took his sword and played with it for a while.

It's soft and chewy, which makes it more interesting than a regular sword.

"Soft sword. It's true that the stranger the weapon, the faster you die."

When Wang Gan got tired of playing with it, he threw it to Tie Chuanjia.

"Brother Tie, don't you think so?"

Tie Chuanjia also glanced at it curiously.
“What Young Master says makes sense. The stranger the weapon, the harder it is to forge, and the more effort it takes.”

"Those trained by the Weapon Monster are all renowned masters."

"I've heard that there are very few swordsmen in the martial arts world who can use soft swords, and even fewer who are famous. Among them, there is only 'Blood Sword' Yin Wuji."

Wang Gan wasn't surprised because the system had given him a hint.

[Killing 'Blood Sword' Yin Wuji subtly alters the course of fate, granting 50 Fate Points.]

This person did appear in the original work, but was only mentioned briefly, and his role was even smaller than Zhuge Lei's. As for his strength, he was only slightly stronger than Zhuge Lei.

Another guy who doesn't know his own limitations.

"The Shaolin Temple's Finger Flicking Skill is a closely guarded secret of Shaolin, yet you wield it with ease and make a silent move."

"'Blood Sword' Yin Wuji wouldn't last a single move against you!"

"His reputation as a master of unpredictable techniques is well-deserved."

The old storyteller walked over and bowed respectfully.

The girl with the braid, however, showed no fear. Instead, she approached Wang Gan with a look of surprise.

"You are the Impermanent Hand—Wang Gan?"

"There's nothing like three heads and six arms!"

　With my money on my side, I am sworn enemies of gambling and drugs!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)