Seventy years old is the age to take risks!

"You're from the White Tiger Hall, sir?"

The fisherman's eyes narrowed, and he quickly stood up and bowed to Jiang Yuan.

He was somewhat shocked, not expecting that the other party would send such an old man.

Old men are a terrifying presence in the martial arts world.

Jiang Yuan nodded, which was taken as an admission.

"Sir, Madam has been waiting for you for a long time. This way, please!"

The fisherman gestured for Jiang Yuan to leave.

The two rode their horses towards the outskirts of the city.

The road ahead was long, and Jiang Yuan, gazing at the stern-faced fisherman, asked, "May I ask your honorable name?"

"My name is Wang Xing. May I ask your name, sir?"

"Jiang Yuan".

They exchanged names, and then fell silent.

a long time....

Jiang Yuan looked at Wang Xing, his eyes narrowing slightly: "Wang Xing, how much reward money can a master of the fifth level of the Meridian Opening Realm like you receive each month at the City Lord's Mansion?"

"An expert?"

Wang Xing chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Old sir, you jest. In this vast world, a ninth-level Qi Refining Realm cultivator is less than an ant."

Jiang Yuan awkwardly touched his nose. "You don't have to make sweeping generalizations just because you look down on yourself."

I am only at the ninth level of the Meridian Opening Realm.

However, he knew that what Wang Xing said was true. This world was vast and Yunzhou was just a barren little state, with many secular dynasties and mostly ordinary people.

"I won't mention how much the reward is, it's just enough to make ends meet," Wang Xing added.

"Enough to eat and wear?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuan couldn't help but frown slightly.

The ninth level of the meridian system is indeed inhabited by ants.

But in this Yuzhou City, making a fortune and living a life of luxury is not a problem. How come you're only managing to make ends meet?

"Wang Xing, why don't you come to the black market with me? At least you'll be much better off than you are now."

Jiang Yuan spoke.

Wang Xing rarely grinned and said, "Sir, you jest. We should be on our way!"

"What? You look down on the black market? Or do you look down on me, or perhaps you have some unspeakable secret?"

Jiang Yuan's brows furrowed even more deeply; he had a feeling that Wang Xing was a man with a lot of stories to tell.

In fact, you could sense the aura of someone who came from the black market in him.

This is quite unusual.

"Of course not. To be honest, sir, I used to be involved in the black market, but I left a long time ago."

"You're also involved in the black market?" Jiang Yuan exclaimed in surprise. "Which branch?"

"White Tiger Hall," Wang Xing said calmly.

"So what were you after when you left the black market? For fame? For power? Or to repay a debt of gratitude?"

Jiang Yuan was even more puzzled.

"Alive." Wang Xing uttered a single word.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuan fell silent.

In order to survive.

Does this mean he is subject to others?

For a martial artist to be forced to admit that he only wanted to live, the city lord's wife behind him must be quite extraordinary.

Fortunately, he had made thorough preparations for this trip, otherwise he would have been quite scared.

Sensing Jiang Yuan's strange gaze, Wang Xing realized he had spoken out of turn and quickly said with a smile, "I've said too much. It's more important to get on our way."

From then on, the two remained silent and continued their journey under the cover of night, heading towards the city lord's mansion.

Along the way, Jiang Yuan felt heavy-hearted, experiencing for the first time an overwhelming sense of danger, as if he were heading into a dragon's den or a tiger's lair.

They walked for another half an hour.

At the end of the official road, a faint yellow light appeared.

A magnificent mansion slowly came into view, growing brighter and clearer as it drew closer.

Jiang Yuan was taken aback. There was actually such a luxurious mansion in the outer city?

Wang Xing's gaze became even more wooden as he pointed ahead and said, "Sir, we've arrived. This is where you and your wife will meet."

After walking several hundred steps, Jiang Yuan arrived in front of a mansion. The wind rustled around him, carrying an unusual aura.

Based on a rough assessment, this mansion is likely teeming with at least several hundred powerful martial artists.

"This place is indeed a den of dragons and tigers."

Two figures walked in front of the enormous mansion.

Led by Wang Xing, the two walked several hundred steps before armored soldiers blocked their way.

"Who goes there?"

"Are you blind? Look carefully at who I am!" Wang Xing shouted coldly.

The armored soldier approached with a torch, his eyes narrowing slightly as he bowed slightly, saying, "Greetings, Commander Wang."

"Get out of the way, this is the person the lady wants to see."

Upon hearing the words "wife and two sons," the soldiers' eyes flashed with barely concealed fear, and they quickly retreated.

"Please come in!"

Upon entering the courtyard, Jiang Yuan dismounted, straightened his clothes, and, led by Wang Xing, walked towards the main hall.

Along the way, Jiang Yuan did not see any servants, but instead saw armored soldiers everywhere, surrounding the area like a royal garden.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but take a deep breath. Just by looking at her behavior, it was clear that the city lord's wife was no ordinary person.

Upon entering the main hall, Wang Xing invited Jiang Yuan to sit down and then instructed a maid, "Go and inform the madam that the people from the White Tiger Hall have arrived."

...

At this moment, the sounds of women singing could be heard from another room in the mansion.

in the room.

Lady Jiang Yulian, the city lord's wife, had a flushed face, her eyes were filled with desire, and her whole body was trembling.

The room contained a large bed large enough for four or five people to lie down on, and two men were lying on it.

The woman on the left, her hands and feet bound by ropes and tied to the bed, looked haggard and lifeless as she gazed at the woman above her.

The man on the right was sallow and emaciated, with bloodshot eyes and pale lips, as if he were seriously ill. His gaze toward Jiang Yulian was filled with anger and despair.

Jiang Yulian, panting, said in a soft, feminine voice, "Oh dear, are you very angry? Don't hurt yourself. You can't die yet, you know?"

City Lord Yang Su's eyes were filled with anger, his face contorted with rage, and his lips were slightly parted, but he was too ill to utter a single word.

Taking advantage of his serious illness, this woman seized his power, killed his concubine, and hid him in this place, watching this inhumane scene every day.

He even suspected that his illness was caused by the woman in front of him!

"Heh... Is it painful? Hmm?"

Jiang Yulian spoke with a charming tone, her posture was alluring, and her eyes were playful.

"Yang Su, you beast, did you ever imagine you'd end up like this? Huh?"

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily. I want you to live, to watch your wife commit adultery with other men, and to watch the position of city lord fall into my hands."

"Oh, right, didn't you keep saying I couldn't have children? I'll show you with my own eyes how I can give birth to children."

Jiang Yulian's tone was almost manic.

If someone else were here, they would surely think she was a complete madwoman, not the dignified and elegant city lord's wife she usually was.

Once upon a time, Jiang Yulian was also a devoted woman who would do anything for the man she loved.

Unfortunately, she fell in love with a good-for-nothing pale-faced scholar.

One was a young lady from a prestigious family, the other a poor, uneducated scholar; their lives were destined to have no future together.

At that time, Yang Su, who was just a minor official, killed the man she loved and took her as his own in order to rise to power. With the support of the Jiang family, he climbed to the position of city lord.

What devastated her most was that all of this was actually a scheme orchestrated by her family and Yang Su.

But that's not all. After Yang Su took power, he began to neglect Jiang Yulian and forcibly blamed his infertility on her.

If she weren't a daughter of the Jiang family, she would probably have been abandoned long ago.

Just then, a trembling voice sounded from outside:

"Madam, the people from the White Tiger Hall have arrived."