From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

however.

Jiang Liu simply raised his hand slightly, and an invisible magnetic field enveloped the legs of all the gentry and the chairs outside the table.

Snapped!

The first sound.

The chairs moved a short distance inwards from the table in an instant.

Snapped!

The second sound.

All the gentry who had stood up bent their legs and sat back down in their chairs.

Apart from the table where Jiang Liu was.

With so many people under Jiang Liu's control, they moved in perfect unison, making only two noises, demonstrating the strength of his control over people.

Li Muxuan felt that it would take quite a while to catch up with Jiang Liu...

"Standing is tiring, it's more comfortable to sit down."

Jiang Liu chuckled lightly, ignoring the gentry of Goose City who dared not utter a word. His gaze fell on Huang Silang, whose hands and feet were trembling slightly. He extended his right thumb, wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "I don't drink. Do I need to repeat myself a third time?"

It must be said that after following Wang Yaozu for many years, Jiang Liu has more or less picked up some of his rebellious nature.

Huang Silang had learned about the general situation of the world of supernatural beings through a martial arts graduate, and knew that many ordinary people feared the abilities possessed by supernatural beings...

At first, he thought those poor bastards were just ignorant.

But now, judging from the abilities this "traveler" has displayed—

He was afraid too!

He didn't just set up a trap; he let a wolf into the house!

Given the current situation, even if he had indeed ambushed three hundred axemen, if this strange man were to disregard the rules and suddenly attack, could he possibly survive?

"I don't drink either!"

Lu Jin opened her mouth, wanting to lean over and ask Jiang Liu what he was doing, when she saw Li Muxuan pour the wine, then sit back down in his chair with a "thud," and say with a grin, "The peaches are just ripe this season, give me a glass of freshly squeezed peach juice."

Huang Silang's eyelids twitched:

These people are just here to cause trouble, aren't they?

Before Lu Jin could figure it out, Li Muxuan pulled him down, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "You really think you're here to eat?"

Huang Silang is the tyrant of Goose City. Under normal circumstances, we cannot lay a hand on him unless it is for our own protection.

We are now the great heroes who helped Goose City rid itself of the bandits. It would be only right if they gave us a meal, or even ten thousand taels of gold.

Whether we want it or not is our business.

Whether or not he sends it is his business.

If he takes action against us, then we'll have a reason to retaliate.

Lu Jin suddenly realized what was going on, so he shifted his position to make himself more comfortable, and pretended to pour out the wine in his cup, saying, "Bring me a pot of tea, the best Longjing."

He's always been a well-behaved kid, but this is the first time he's broken the rules, and it's at a dinner party—

While feeling extremely nervous, I also felt a strange sense of excitement.

“Master Huang, that’s where you’re wrong.”

At this moment, Zhang Muzhi also stood up and said, "You're holding a victory celebration banquet for our great heroes of Goose City, how can you not even know what they can't eat or what they like to eat? That's unacceptable!"

"Exactly, that's really wrong."

That Master Tang was an opportunist. He was hesitant at first, but after seeing Jiang Liu's abilities, he decided to stand firmly on their side and echo Zhang Muzhi's words.

"My fault! My fault! I'll send someone to prepare immediately!"

Huang Silang could only pat his own face and force a smile at Jiang Liu before asking, "What would you like to drink, young 'Wanderer'?"

"Kiku Masamune".

Jiang Liu's gaze fell on the two samurai swords, one long and one short, placed on the wall to the side, and he realized that Huang Silang must have studied in that tiny place.

After all, ordinary landlords and gentry wouldn't display samurai swords in their homes, especially in such an conspicuous place, as if they were afraid others wouldn't notice them.

Huang Silang's knowledge far surpassed that of other wealthy and powerful figures; he may have even been involved in the events of the Xinhai Revolution, though those events failed, and many of his associates betrayed him…

and so--

Kikumasamune!

Sake produced by a brewery in Kobe, Japan!

With such a family fortune and a deep admiration for samurai swords, it's highly unlikely that Huang Shilang wouldn't purchase some of the island nation's specialties before returning home.

Among them, alcoholic beverages, especially fine wines, are absolutely, certainly, and undeniably indispensable!

Don't you not drink?

Huang Silang was taken aback, but dared not find fault. He simply laughed and said, "Young hero, you have good taste! Very well! I will bring out the Kobe Kikumasamune sake that I have collected for many years for you to taste. As long as you enjoy it!"

However, when the Kikumasamune, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, housed in a zucchini-shaped bottle, was brought over, Jiang Liu reached out to take it, but accidentally—

Snapped!

He threw it to the ground and smashed it to pieces.

"Oh dear, what an accident! I wonder if Master Huang has any more?" Jiang Liu said apologetically.

"······have."

Huang Silang was heartbroken, but he could only force a forced smile and order Hu Wan to fetch another bottle.

however.

Snapped!

As Hu Wan approached, carrying a bottle of wine, Li Muxuan grinned and secretly used his magnetic field to wrap around Hu Wan's ankle.

In an instant, his feet were suddenly pinned to the ground by an invisible force, causing him to lean forward with a cry of surprise, smashing the bottle on the ground.

It broke again.

"Oh shit!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Huang Silang stomped hard on Hu Wan's head and cursed, "Useless servant, what are you good for?"

I can't even walk steadily, which caused me to lose a bottle of wine for nothing!

Do you know how much this is worth?

Even if I sold you, I still couldn't afford to pay the loss!

Damn!

That's fucking damn good!

"Believe it or not, I'll tear you to pieces! Huh? You're begging for mercy! You're asking for it!"

"Sir, spare me! Spare me!"

Hu Wan dared not refute, nor did he dare to cover his head with his hands. He let Huang Silang vent his anger. Even though his hands and face were cut by the broken wine bottle shards, he dared not resist at all and just kept begging for mercy.

Li Muxuan gave Jiang Liu a mocking look, his mouth opening and closing without making a sound, but the general meaning was: "Look, I'm talking about you."

Jiang Liu rolled his eyes. How could he not hear that Huang Silang was making veiled insults? With a wave of his hand, the two samurai swords on the wall fell into his hands.

This commotion naturally attracted Huang Silang's attention.

"Master Huang, is that Kiku Masamune really that valuable? Is he really worth tearing people to pieces?" Jiang Liu drew the short knife, flicked the blade with his finger, and it made a buzzing sound—it was a good knife.

"Isn't that right?"

Huang Silang had no idea what Jiang Liu was up to, so he could only force a smile and say, "This good-for-nothing servant of yours has ruined your wine, young master. Even if I were torn to pieces, I couldn't afford to pay for it!"

"is it?"

Jiang Liu sheathed the dagger again and handed it to Huang Silang, saying, "I don't believe a bottle of wine is really that valuable unless you prove it to me."

Huang Silang stared at Jiang Liu, mouth agape, in utter shock…

# Chapter 66 Killing someone by destroying their spirit

Does this mean he has to kill Hu Wan in front of so many people?

Huang Silang was stunned.

kill···

Huang Silang was no stranger to such things; on the contrary, he had beaten many servants to death in his household over the years.

But to do this in front of so many wealthy and powerful people in the city—

That is indeed a bit too domineering.

Even if it's to "make an example of someone," it's not your own "chicken" that's being killed!

"Master Huang!"

Zhang Muzhi chuckled and cupped his hands, saying, "This county magistrate also wants to see if your Chrysanthemum Masamune is truly authentic enough to make someone unable to afford to pay for it even if they were torn to pieces."

His son, Liu Zi, was forced by Hu Wanyi's words to commit seppuku in front of the local gentry to prove his innocence.

But now!

Once again, in front of these local gentry and onlookers—

It's your turn, Mr. Huang, to prove it to everyone!

"that is!"

Master Tang chimed in, "Master Huang, you are the richest man in Goose City. Let us see what you've got!"

Now, Huang Silang was at a loss.

He tremblingly accepted the short knife that Jiang Liu handed him.