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Chapter 116 The Chase (Bonus Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

at the same time.

At each of the four corners of the arena, several strong men leaped up with a thud. They quickly drew their bows and nocked arrows, the bowstrings creaking as they aimed at Jiang Du and the others on the arena.

Ye Ci noticed that the bows gleamed with a cold light, and even the arrow blades were made of dark red metal.

It must be admitted that Zhang Guan's power is indeed extraordinary. He himself is only a Transformation Realm cultivator, but his subordinates are all elite soldiers.

Zhang Guan's hand was still raised, his eyes filled with an arrogant sense of control.

Jiang Du looked at them, shook his head, and casually raised his right hand.

"Don't do it!"

Fang Yelan's eyes were filled with horror. She raised her hands and hurriedly shouted, signaling everyone not to make a move.

"Let them go!"

Seeing this, Jiang Du nodded, turned around and walked to Xiao Hua, supporting his arm—the latter's face was pale with pain.

"Let's go," he said.

Ye Ci followed Jiang Du off the stage, and at that moment, the surrounding martial artists also left the stage with them.

No one else wanted to fight.

The surrounding crowd was noisy, with countless people discussing the matter.

They spoke in hushed tones, not daring to say much, only asking each other, "Is it over?"

Many people are wondering, if they've offended the General Who Conquers the South, can they just let it go like this?

But they dared not speak, for fear of displeasing the general's men.

It's definitely over.

At this moment, Fang Yelan had already run to Zhang Guan's side and whispered a few words to him. The latter's face quickly turned ashen. He realized that his group might not be able to take down Jiangdu.

It's like you've prepared a feast, and now someone comes in and smashes the door, but you can't really do anything about it.

Because if it flares up, someone might stomp on your face.

Even though his elite troops could surround and kill the others, Jiang Du was a problem.

Zhang Guan didn't believe Jiang Du could kill him. As the son of a marquis, Jiang Du must have some impressive martial arts skills, not to mention he had other advantages.

The most crucial issue is that killing other people is meaningless to him.

If you're going to kill someone, kill the one who sticks out the most.

For example, Ye Ci, Jiang Du, and Gao Jing, let's include Xiao Hua too —

By this time, these people had entered the crowd, and gradually only a few silhouettes remained.

Before long, the people on the street also cautiously dispersed like the tide.

Why do you say we can't use force?

Zhang Guan's eyes were churning with rage, and his violent expression was evident in his words.

Fang Yelan continued to stare at that retreating figure, slowly shaking his head: "No match for him."

"who is he?"

"The Buddhist Crossing on the River".

"I've never heard of it."

"You should have heard of his master, one of the Seven Great Masters of the World."

Fang Yelan paused briefly before continuing, "The three martial arts school masters are Gao Jing, Chong Yue, and Yang Huaichuan—"

He emphasized the last name.

At this moment, Zhang Guan seemed to remember something, and he finally connected a certain name with a certain person.

"There are many people in the world with the same name," he said.

"Without a doubt, someone who can injure a martial artist like me from three zhang away, and who also knows Buddhist techniques, could only be that person's third disciple."

"General, you are still young. You have practiced martial arts since childhood and have little knowledge of worldly affairs. His third disciple was quite famous back then."

"In fact, I had only heard of it a few times and never seen it in person. Seeing it today, I realize the difference—"

"So you're going to let them go? I can't swallow this insult. Besides, that Ye Ci publicly said he wanted to kill my father! If I let him go, how can I save face?"

"Of course we won't let it go like that. All the land under heaven belongs to the emperor. No matter how strong a person is, as long as they are still under the control of the imperial court, they can't cause any trouble."

"Although I am inferior to Jiang Du, it is because I only have the third level of the Embracing the Elixir skill, but you, Uncle Song, have the eighth level."

Fang Yelan sneered: "When your Uncle Song returns, I'll discuss it with him and then make a plan. Besides, Yang Huaichuan won't make things difficult for us; we're from the same faction, and he'll have his reservations."

"This is outrageous!"

Upon hearing "we'll make further plans," Zhang Guan slammed his hand down on the wooden chair, shattering it.

Today, not only did we fail to bring the Songjiang martial artists to their knees or win their hearts, but we also lost Duan Wu, a young martial artist with the power of transformation, a promising and loyal talent.

Finally, he was threatened in public, and the person was released.

Then I realized that Uncle Song was not here because a local rich man had run away!

Damn it, nothing goes right.

"Let's go back to the manor! We'll wait for Song Rongyi!"

Zhang Guan, furious, flung his sleeves and left the platform.

At this moment, there were still crowds of people below the stage who watched Zhang Guan walk away in a huff, and they were all terrified.

Shen Zonghan, standing in the crowd, had sweat dripping from his forehead because he vaguely felt that Zhang Guan had glanced at him before leaving.

******

The river water glistens with tiny golden scales, and the wind billows the sails as the boat cuts through the waves.

This is a large merchant ship specially commissioned by the Shen family. It is 28 zhang long from bow to stern, as tall as a pillar supporting the sky, and has 24 leaves on its sail. From a distance, it looks like a moving waterside pavilion.

Shen Wanzhou leaned against the railing, watching the sunlight skim across the river.

The water was clear and cool.

Fishing boats dotted the distance, and laughter drifted on the wind, creating a picturesque scene.

"The wind is strong today, perfect for a brisk journey."

Manager Chen whispered something to him.

Shen Wanzhou nodded: "Qian'er made good arrangements, even taking the weather into account. In this way, even if someone wants to chase us, they can't outrun this big ship."

"only----"

He paused, his brows furrowing slightly, before letting out a sigh.

Words cannot express my feelings.

I'm worried.

"Something terrible has happened, sir!"

Manager Chen's deep voice interrupted Shen Wanzhou's thoughts.

Just as Shen Wanzhou was about to respond, he heard a rapid sound of oars. Unlike the gentle sound of ordinary fishing boats, the sound was urgent and dense, breaking the tranquility of the river.

Shen Wanzhou's heart tightened. He looked up and saw three fast boats approaching from behind. The boats were long and narrow with full sails at the bow, and there were people rowing behind them. They were moving very fast.

In no time at all, they had already approached the merchant ship.

On the speedboat, a man stood with his hands behind his back at the bow. He was dressed in a brocade robe. Although his hair was all white and his face was deeply lined, he was in good spirits and exuded an imposing aura.

The man saw Shen Wanzhou, lightly touched the gunwale with his toes, and with a single step, he landed steadily on the deck in front of Shen Wanzhou, his posture composed.

Shen Wanzhou was a businessman, so he naturally remembered important people like the plague, and he recognized Song Rongyi.

"Lord Song."

Song Rongyi straightened his brocade robe and said arrogantly, "Shen Wanzhou, where are you going? Running away?"

Shen Wanzhou's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, you are joking. I, Shen, have already left behind properties worth far more than 300,000 taels of silver. Please be merciful and let us go."

Song Rongyi walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back, and sneered, "You think you can treat the general like a beggar?"

He took a step forward, his aura suddenly becoming sharp and fierce.

"Originally, the Marquis intended to spare your life."

Song Rongyi paused for a moment: "Listen carefully, it is the Marquis who wants to spare your life, so the General will not kill you."

"But if you run away, it will be a capital offense."

He casually slapped forward with his palm, and as he did so, he sighed inwardly. This was the first time he had ever chased after an ordinary person; it was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

"careful."

Manager Chen flashed forward and threw a punch from the side with all his might, hoping to force the opponent back and buy Shen Wanzhou a chance to survive.

Song Rongyi didn't even turn his head, but slightly raised his elbow, even with a hint of old man's laziness.

"Bang"

With a clash of fists and elbows, Manager Chen was struck as if by a heavy blow. His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, and with a "plop," he crashed heavily into the river.

Shen Wanzhou's pupils constricted sharply, and he cried out in a trembling voice, "Manager Chen!"

He ran towards the railing, but Song Rongyi slowly blocked his way.

Shen Wanzhou's old face crumpled up as he bowed and pleaded, "My lord, please, since the Marquis wishes to spare my life, please don't kill my steward."

"Hehe————"

Song Rongyi raised his hand and lightly dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeve, his tone still indifferent: "The Marquis kept you on because he wanted to establish a merchant guild, but you have lost the opportunity to serve him."

The river wind still howled, and the laughter from the fishing boats had long since vanished, leaving only the sound of the waves crashing against the hull and the suffocating silence on the deck.

"puff!"

Manager Chen poked his head out of the water, his face deathly pale, and struggled to paddle with his arms, leaving a faint bloody halo around him.

whoosh whoosh—

A rope landed precisely beside him.

Song Rongyi looked up and saw a young man lounging lazily against the side of the cabin.

He had a blade of grass dangling from his mouth and was shaking the hemp rope with great interest.

What's most eye-catching is the longbow slung diagonally behind him. The bow has a flowing light that shines through it, and its material is definitely not ordinary iron or wood. In particular, the gilded inlay makes it both luxurious and imposing, something that no ordinary warrior could possess.