Eternal Immortal Dynasty: Starting as a Petty Official

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the blond-haired boy was sent flying backward, rolling several times on the ground.

"Good lad!" Suddenly, a sword-wielding attendant appeared before the scholar. The attendant glanced at the cracks in the scabbard, then smiled. "You've got some strength!"

"Unfortunately, what use is great strength if one doesn't know martial arts!"

After he finished speaking, the servant drew his ring-handled sword and was about to step forward.

"Wait!" The scholar stood up, looked around, and then shook his head. "Your Majesty, we are of the same clan. If you kill him, what will our clansmen think of me?"

"Considering his young age, we will spare him!"

"Mr. Huang is kind!"

The attendant with the sword sheathed it and praised it with a smile.

"May I ask, is this the home of Huang Jia?"

Before anyone knew it, another group of people arrived outside the courtyard. The young man at the head of the group smiled and asked the Taoist priest beside him.

"It's the Huang family!" The Taoist priest, seeing the young man with a ringed sword at his waist and an extraordinary air about him, immediately replied. His face then darkened, and he glared angrily, "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

"I was a good friend of Huang Jia, and upon hearing of his passing, I came to pay my respects!"

The young man immediately smiled and said.

"That's so thoughtful!"

Upon hearing this, Dao Min's expression softened somewhat.

"May I ask you, what are you all doing here surrounding Huang Jia's house?"

The young man glanced at the people outside the courtyard and the strong horse grazing on the seedlings, then asked indifferently.

"Alas!" Daoist sighed deeply upon hearing this. "Huang Jia is dead. What a pity for that brother and sister-in-law!"

"But Huang Jia's family is poor and struggling to make a living?"

Upon hearing this, the young man pondered for a few moments before continuing to ask.

"We are all of the same clan as Huang Jia. Even if our families are not wealthy, we can still manage to squeeze out a bite to eat," the Taoist priest said with a bitter smile. "Huang Jia is dead, so naturally, his ten acres of land have become the target of others!"

"What kind of loan is this? It's clearly extortion and enslavement!"

"When Huang Jia wanted to stay and hunt tigers, I advised him not to be stubborn and stay. Now that short-haired man has fallen to his death in the valley, his family has suffered this calamity, and he has come to this end. It is truly his own fault!"

That Daomin cursed viciously again.

"I remember the county issued a pension, giving Huang Jia's family a thousand coins and exempting them from land taxes for three years. Are you aware of this?"

"Is this really true?!"

The Daoist stared wide-eyed at the young man, his face filled with shock!

"Whose horse is that? Why doesn't anyone care that it's eating the seedlings?"

Seeing the astonished Daoist in front of him, the young man understood the situation and quickly changed the subject, continuing to ask questions.

"Who dares to control the Huang family's horses!"

"The Huang family? Which Huang family?"

"The Huang family of Beihuangli".

"Are all those people in the courtyard from the Huang family? Where's the head of Beihuang Village? Why isn't he here?"

"The village chief is inside; he and Huang Liang are siblings!"

"Huang Liang?!"

The young man paused slightly upon hearing the name, then a genuine smile spread across his face.

"Ah Hong, Ah Duan, Ah Bing, go and kill that horse!"

"ah?!"

The three young men whose names were called were all taken aback upon hearing this.

"Hurry up and go!"

The young man smiled, but his eyes were filled with an icy coldness.

Seeing this, the three knew that their eldest brother was furious, so they immediately drew their swords and went forward.

"My lord, please don't act so recklessly! The Huang family is powerful; we commoners cannot afford to offend them!"

Upon hearing this, Dao Min immediately became anxious and sincerely tried to dissuade him.

"Quickly, use the iron pot as an excuse. We'll slaughter a horse and cook meat later, and I'll give you a big piece!"

The young man grinned, led the two horses behind him through the crowd, and tied them to an old tree outside the courtyard.

On the other side, the three youths had already drawn their swords and surrounded the strong horse that was nibbling at the green seedlings. When the onlookers saw this, they all moved away, their faces filled with fear.

"Killing a horse is easier than killing a person!"

"The three of you have all entered the Dao. If you can't even kill this horse, you'll have to go home and farm, toiling in the fields for food. Don't ever mention following me on my adventures again!"

The young man stepped forward, stood outside the courtyard gate, looked at the three teenagers, and smiled calmly.

The commotion outside the courtyard had already attracted the attention of several people inside. They turned around and saw a scholar in a black robe and black turban, with a ringed sword hanging at his waist, standing outside the courtyard gate.

A few breaths later, a mournful neighing was heard from outside the courtyard, and the sturdy horse collapsed to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust.

The scholar in the green robe, who had been sitting upright on the wooden stool, suddenly stood up, his face ashen.

"Who are you? Why did you kill my steed!"

"Clang!"

He drew his ring-shaped sword, and his attendants on either side, swords drawn, glared angrily!

"Mr. Huang, it's been several months since I last saw you. Have your arms fully recovered?"

Upon hearing this, the scholar in black robes turned and walked into the courtyard.

"How could you do this!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, the scholar in the green robe was visibly shocked and involuntarily took a step back.

"Zhao Xian, this is the home of my clan! What are you doing here!"

However, feeling that this action was quite humiliating, the scholar in the green robe immediately shouted in a fierce but inwardly weak voice.

The scholar in black robes did not reply to him. He looked around the courtyard and saw that although it was quite dilapidated, it was clean and tidy.

"Brother!"

At this moment, three more young men carrying knives entered the courtyard. Their neat and well-fitting robes were stained with blood, and their faces were splattered with blood, which was quite terrifying!

The scholar in black robes turned around and carefully examined the three men. He then smiled and said, "Not bad. After seeing blood and being tempered, they've lost some of their naivety and gained some sharpness!"

"Brother, be careful!"

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, the three of them exclaimed and leaped forward.

"Why!"

The Taoists outside the courtyard gasped in astonishment at the sight!

A gust of evil wind swept from behind him, and the black-robed scholar suddenly turned around. Two bright blades were already several feet away from him, one on the left and one on the right.

"Ding ding!"

With two sharp sounds, the swords in the hands of the two men who had attacked with knives were knocked away by the scabbard held horizontally in front of the black-robed scholar's chest.

In a flash, the black-robed scholar, holding a scabbard, lightly tapped the hard bones in the chests of the two men.

"Snap! Snap!"

Two muffled thuds were heard, and the two people, one on the left and one on the right, tumbled and fell to the ground, rolling several times!

"Well played!"

Upon seeing this, the blond-haired youth leaning against the wall roared angrily!

"Brother~"

The three youths surrounded the scholar in black robes, looking warily at everyone in the courtyard.

Seeing that the black-robed scholar had not continued to attack, the two knife-wielding servants struggled to their feet and returned behind Huang Liang, looking at the young man in front of them with fear.

"Lord Zhao, I apologize for not greeting you properly!"

Seeing that Zhao Xian did not continue to make a move, a middle-aged man dressed in short clothes with a ring knife at his waist quickly stepped forward, walked up to Zhao Xian, and respectfully bowed.

"Huang Wen, as the village head, you see the villagers suffering such humiliation and yet you sit idly by. Your tenure as village head is probably over!"

Zhao Xian looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, smiled, walked to the wooden stool next to him, lifted his robe, and sat down.

"Lord Zhao, I was just about to stop you when you arrived!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man stepped forward and said with a fawning smile.