Republic of China era: A hundred-year-old still practicing martial arts? Is that right?

The servant came over carrying a copper teapot, and the rich aroma of tea could be smelled from two or three zhang away.

"The tea is not bad," Liu Qingzhu commented casually.

Tea is served.

The servant stood beside the table and asked in a low voice:

"Gentlemen... you must be tired after passing three challenges. Would you like me to help you relax?"

The servant squinted, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, first looking at Lin Ji, then glancing at Liu Qingzhu, and finally settling on Gu Xuan.

"How can it be easy?" Gu Xuan asked in a muffled voice.

"You'll see when you come with me." The servant smiled slightly, a knowing look on his face, and winked at the tea stall in the distance with its doors and windows closed.

Upon hearing this, Gu Xuan was momentarily at a loss for what to do, fearing that he might act rashly and ruin Lin Ji's plan. He was about to turn around and look at Lin Ji.

Beside him, Liu Qingzhu took a sip of tea and said in a cool tone, "Brother Gu put in a lot of effort going up the mountain. Why don't you go to the mountainside and take a look to relax?"

With Liu Qingzhu's instructions, Gu Xuan gained confidence:

"Okay, let's go take a look."

"Alright." The servant bowed and nodded, pointing to a tea stall in the distance. As Gu Xuan approached, he turned to look at Liu Qingzhu:

"Aren't you all coming over for some fun?"

Liu Qingzhu shook her head slightly, her cool and aloof face, obscured by the rising steam of tea, became even colder.

The servant dared not say anything more, bowed slightly, and turned to lead Gu Xuan to the tea stall.

"Old man, what exactly is in that tea stall? I used my Heavenly Observation to sense it, and it seems like there are quite a lot of people in there." Bai Yu'er lightly brushed away the non-existent tea foam, took a sip of the bitter tea, stuck out her tongue, and asked quietly.

"It's a gambling den," Liu Qingzhu said, his cold eyes fixed on the tea stall.

She put down her teacup: "I guess this is the third level, but I wonder what the rules are."

Lin Ji raised an eyebrow and glanced at Liu Qingzhu.

This girl seems to be more proficient in using the Heavenly Evolution Notes than before.

It seems this trip north has helped her improve a lot.

I wonder if reaching the mountaintop will allow her to break through to a higher realm.

"Let's wait for Gu Xuan to come back." Lin Ji couldn't figure out what the rules were.

The four sat in front of the tea stall, savoring the tea.

Perhaps because three stunningly beautiful women were sitting at this table, the waiter took great care of them, even refilling their tea several times.

"Oh dear... old man, I'm so bored. Brother Gu has been gone for over half an hour, and it's almost noon. Why isn't he coming out yet?"

Bai Yu'er lay sprawled on the table, looking languid and unserious, which drew the attention of the surrounding martial artists.

Lin Ji was about to reply.

A figure exuding an overbearing aura slowly walked up from the foot of the mountain.

"They're here!"

Lin Ji's eyebrows suddenly furrowed.

Liu Qingzhu also sensed the energy and looked to the side.

The red figure finally reached Shaluoping.

Wang Zhenhuai!

The largest warlord in the north.

Moreover, he is very likely a general, one of the Thirteen Protectors.

The newcomer appeared to be close to fifty, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, his gaze piercing and intense.

The moment I stepped onto Shaluoping.

Everyone on the platform turned their heads in surprise.

"General Wang!"

"General Zhenhuai!"

……

Wang Zhenhuai nodded and greeted each of the martial artists on Shaluoping.

He didn't seem as imposing as he appeared.

"Grandpa Lin, we're not much different from him, why is he only coming up now?" Su Wanning said, covering her mouth and nose with her teacup.

Lin Ji shook his head: "Since this competition is organized by the government, and he is a government official, there must be a reason for doing this. Let's just wait and see."

Lin Ji continued drinking his tea.

His consciousness never left Wang Zhenhuai.

He sensed it.

The young master Wang, who had lost an arm, whispered something in Wang Zhenhuai's ear.

Wang Zhenhuai glanced at Lin Ji twice before looking away.

After Wang Zhenhuai sat down.

A middle-aged man, dressed differently from the servant, ran out.

The middle-aged man, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow with a white handkerchief, bowed and scraped as he approached Wang Zhenhuai.

"My lord, I have failed to greet you properly."

"What are the rules for this level?"

Wang Zhenhuai didn't even glance at him, while Wang Gongzi Wang Ziheng, standing behind him, uttered a sentence to the middle-aged man.

"Young Master, it's just to relax a bit, shake the dice, and play some dominoes," the middle-aged man said, still keeping his head down.

"Gambling? I know how to do that." Wang Ziheng's face lit up with joy, and he bent down to say a few words to Wang Zhenhuai.

Wang Zhenhuai nodded: "Keep an eye on Heng'er and let him have a go at it."

"Okay, okay." The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly.

Wang Ziheng followed the middle-aged man with a smile into the tea stall.

After Prince Heng left.

Wang Zhenhuai's side fell completely silent.

He squinted slightly and occasionally took a sip of tea.

In a short time.

All the martial artists on Shaluoping fell silent.

No one dared to disturb the general's quiet retreat.

Bai Yu'er leaned on the table, propping her chin up with one hand, and said in a voice barely above a whisper, "Such a grand display! Even the princes of yesteryear didn't go out like this."

Lin Ji smiled slightly but didn't say anything more.

Just as Lin Ji put the empty teacup back on the table.

He suddenly lifted his eyelids and looked into the closed tea stall.

At the same time, another person looked up, and that was Wang Zhenhuai.

There was another person on Shaluoping who also looked towards the tea stall.

He was just a little slower than the two of them.

This person was none other than Liu Qingzhu.

next second.

A sharp cry of alarm came from the tea stall.

"You wouldn't dare...you wouldn't dare touch me! I am Wang Zhenhuai, General Wang's nephew! If you touch me today, you won't leave this mountain alive."

next moment.

"what!"

A scream rang out.

"Splash!"

The thatched tea stall was torn to pieces.

A blood-stained arm burst through the roof and shot straight into the sky.

"A bet's a bet!"

The thatch fell to the ground.

A burly figure stood inside the tea stall.

He held an extremely thin blade in his hand and carried a large iron box on his back.

The blade in his hand was stained with blood.

Prince Heng was kneeling on the ground in front of him, his right arm cut off at the shoulder.

"Ah...ah...my arm!"

The middle-aged man who had led him in earlier fell silent, his hands trembling as he looked at Wang Zhenhuai in the distance.

Upon seeing this, Wang Zhenhuai's pupils constricted sharply.

He pinched the teacup in his hand with two fingers and crushed it to pieces.

next moment.

His aura suddenly intensified, and he slammed his palm onto the stone table.

"Snap!"

The stone table cracked instantly.

He took advantage of the situation and stepped forward.

moment.

A chilling murderous intent rose from the entire square.

That murderous aura locked onto Gu Xuan, who was sitting in the run-down tea stall.

For a moment, Gu Xuan found it difficult to move the qi and blood in his body.

They were locked to the ground and couldn't move at all.

Lin Ji then slowly stood up.

He raised his hand and wiped the cup of tea in front of Bai Yu'er on the table, which had long since gone cold.

He swung it away.

The teacup remained untouched on the table.

The tea was splashed in front of Wang Zhenhuai.

Lin Ji then slowly spoke up: "General Wang, please wait a moment."