Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

"So, you're saying you didn't come here for Schuler's Divine Skill?"

The old man with the raging fire said.

The eldest brother, choking back tears, hurriedly said, "The five of us are all orphans and descendants of the镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) who died while escorting goods, whom our master met in his early years. They are left without anyone to take care of them."

The five of us are actually not very talented.

Even the Soul-Shattering Iron Claw that our master taught us, we didn't learn much of its essence and didn't master it.

Even if an unparalleled martial arts master were placed before us, our dull-witted nature would render it useless.

The fierce anger on the old man's face dissipated, replaced by an expression of impatience mixed with a hint of helplessness.

"Alright, alright!"

Stop wailing! What kind of behavior is this, crying and sobbing like that!

He shouted gruffly, but showed no intention of actually doing anything.

"You are not after any divine skill manuals, and your martial arts skills are really inadequate."

Although I am no saint, I would never bully the weak and make myself a laughingstock among my fellow martial artists!

But his attempt failed again, and the anger he had been suppressing intensified.

At this moment, there are very few people in the inn who have not yet been weighed by the Old Man of Fiery Flames.

Only the two men in black, with their cold demeanor and expressionless faces, remained in the corner, along with the gray-clad man who wore a straw hat and drank alone in silence, and Wang Zheliu and his group.

The old man with the raging fire swept his gaze over the pair of men in black and gray, seemingly recognizing them and knowing that their martial arts skills were more than enough to withstand a single blow from him.

He let out a heavy snort, but didn't make a move.

Finally, his lightning-fast gaze suddenly turned to Wang Zheliu and his four servants!

Wang Zheliu's expression changed instantly. He forced a smile and clasped his hands in greeting.

"Senior Liehuo, you are wise. I have come here for the legendary gold and silver treasures of the Golden Tower Sand Ruins, which are said to be worth more than a country!"

As for Master Schuler's divine martial arts manual, senior, you may take it without hesitation; this junior would never dare to harbor even the slightest covetous thought!

He spoke with utmost sincerity and adopted an extremely humble attitude.

But none of the people in the inn, including Li Fu, believed it.

That kid is cunning and his eyes are darting around; he's clearly lying!

"Oh?" The old man with the raging fire narrowed his eyes, raising a thick eyebrow. "So, you really didn't come here for the Shuler Divine Skill?"

"Absolutely true!"

Wang Zheliu patted his chest and guaranteed.

"Hmph." The old man with the raging fire exhaled a puff of hot air from his nostrils. "Then take one of my palm strikes first!"

He didn't believe it at all, and with a swift movement, he was already in front of Wang Zheliu as fast as a ghost.

The large, fan-like hand, imbued with scorching internal force, slammed down on his head like a thousand-pound copper gate!

"senior!……"

Wang Zheliu was shocked, never expecting that the other party would not play by the rules at all.

The monks from Famen Temple, the Taoist priests from Laoshan, and even the four Sichuan swordsmen were all spared by the Old Man of Fiery Flame, as long as they declared that they were not after the secret manual.

Why do the rules not apply when it's his turn?

This old devil acts entirely on his own whim; he's so domineering and unreasonable!

At this critical moment of life and death, Wang Zheliu couldn't care less about anything else. He swiftly unfolded the folding fan made of fine steel in his hand, poured all his internal energy into it, and gritted his teeth to block upwards!

clang--!

A piercing clang of metal clashing!

Wang Zheliu felt an irresistible force mixed with scorching internal energy surging down.

His feet sank into the ground with a thud, the blue bricks beneath his feet cracked and shattered, his face flushed red instantly, veins bulged on his forehead, and he clenched his teeth, barely managing to stay upright from being knocked down by that palm strike!

A hint of surprise flashed across the old man's eyes.

This spoiled brat was actually able to withstand his palm strike.

Of course, compared to Li Fu's nonchalant and seemingly superior defense, Wang Zheliu's appearance, where he was exerting all his strength and teetering on the brink of collapse, was worlds apart.

If the old man with the raging fire were to strike again with a single palm strike, this kid would immediately suffer broken bones and die on the spot.

Zhu Tongzhou and Gong Xiaoshang exchanged a glance.

A look of surprise flashed in Gong Xiaoshang's eyes, and she whispered, "The Wang family is indeed the richest in the world, with piles of gold and jade."

Even if this boy is a spoiled brat, he can still afford to hire top-notch teachers to instruct him.

"His martial arts skills are not bad; he actually managed to withstand one of Senior Liehuo's moves."

Seeing that Wang Zheliu had indeed blocked the attack, the Fiery Elder wanted to follow up with a palm strike, but he didn't want to appear to have gone back on his word and lose face.

He was burning with rage, his gaze sharp as a knife as he swept over the four silent servants behind Wang Zheliu.

One of the Tiger Claw Four, who had been knocked unconscious by Zhu Tongzhou, was also woken up. The four of them had their heads down, their backs soaked with cold sweat, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

"Okay, you pass."

The old man with the raging fire spat out a few words, suppressing his anger, and glared fiercely at the four servants, saying, "As for you four pieces of trash, each of you will take a palm strike from me!"

"Please wait, senior."

Wang Zheliu hurriedly called out.

He knew all too well how capable his four lackeys were; if they were to take a blow from the enraged Old Man of Fiery Flames, they would be killed on the spot!

Without these sycophants serving him, it was worse than death for this rich playboy.

"Huh? You dare stop me?"

The old man with the raging fire revealed a fierce glint in his eyes.

"No, no, please calm down, senior!"

Wang Zheliu quickly bowed, forcing a respectful smile on his face.

"Senior, you previously established a rule that anyone who comes for the secret manual of the Golden Pavilion Sand Ruins must receive a palm strike from you."

I wholeheartedly accept this rule, but…”

He abruptly changed the subject, pointing at the four servants who were trembling like leaves.

"Who are you? Why should you lower yourself to attack these four lowly creatures?"

Who are they?

They are nothing but four vicious dogs wagging their tails and begging for mercy, a few footstools for people to step on. They are not even human, so why should you, sir, weigh them?

Hitting them will only dirty your hands!

Upon hearing this, the four servants were immediately overjoyed, kneeling down and kowtowing repeatedly to the old man of the Fiery Blaze, vying to be the first to respond.

Yes, yes, yes!

"Young master is right, we are not human, we are things, we are dogs!"

"Please, senior, have mercy and spare my life!"

dignity?

In the face of survival, face is worthless, especially for those who are willing to be servants and lackeys; face is a rag that can be discarded at any time.

Looking at the four worms at his feet, the old man with the raging fire felt nauseous and vomited.

Hit them? They're definitely dirty hands.

He flicked his sleeve in disgust, as if swatting away flies, and snorted coldly, "Get lost, don't pollute my eyes!"

Wang Zheliu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. These four people were dogs, but they were also his dogs, vicious dogs that could help him bite people. It would be best to protect them.

Li Fu watched coldly.

Wang Zheliu and his men are clearly not good people, but they are cunning.

After a series of events, the Fiery Elder demonstrated his martial arts skills against the group, and Gong Xiaoshang also revealed their backgrounds from time to time.

This allowed Li Fu to gain a deeper understanding of his fellow travelers who were about to embark on this perilous journey, during his meal and rest period before entering the desert.

The sun rose higher, scorching the earth.

After paying for their meal, the group of more than twenty people, each with their own purpose, left the inn and stepped into the Huanglongdui Desert, a place steeped in legends of the Golden Tower and Sand Ruins.