Chapter 46

"Chase!"

With a shout, the experts of the Li clan were invigorated and pursued.

"There's no need to chase."

A calm voice, undisturbed, came from behind. Young Master Li San, dressed in white, stood proudly in the courtyard.

"Don't chase the defeated. They are just a few bandits. There's no need to waste your energy. Compared to this..."

Li Chen sneered, a sharp glint in his eyes:

"I want to know who leaked my whereabouts."

Upon hearing this, the crowd trembled as if struck by lightning. Li Chen's visit to the Hundred Herbs Hall was a last-minute decision by the family. The fact that a few bandits could know he was coming here in advance was truly astonishing.

"Master, do you mean there's a spy in our Li clan?"

The steward of the Hundred Herbs Hall, who had already reached the wall, immediately jumped back and approached Li Chen.

"Whether there is a spy or not, we'll find out. You are the steward here, deal with this, and then come with me to invite Doctor Zhou. A few days ago, our people were attacked by the Red Eyebrows. Although we killed some and captured a few, we also had some injuries. This matter still needs Doctor Zhou's help."

Li Chen said calmly, glossing over the fierce battle with a few words.

"Yes, Master."

The steward replied.

...

Outside the courtyard wall, the commotion at the Hundred Herbs Hall had already attracted many people. In the darkness, lights flickered, and many curious heads poked out of their houses.

"The leader is dead. The mission failed. Don't go back to the tavern. Everyone, scatter and meet at the old place."

The remaining bandits, without a second thought, split into several groups and dispersed.

Young Master Li San's strength was truly astonishing, and they were all injured to varying degrees.

In the darkness, the few bandits moved incredibly fast. Yang Ji, silent, followed them out. They did not stop, heading straight for the city gate.

"Liu Qi, didn't we agree for you to stay outside? Why did you suddenly go in just now?"

Suddenly, the martial realm bandit in front stopped, his eyes coldly staring at Yang Ji, a hint of bloodlust in his eyes.

Yang Ji, when he flew over the wall, had managed to deceive the Li clan, but not his companions.

"Is he suspicious?"

Yang Ji's heart skipped a beat. In the darkness, although he wore Liu Qi's clothes, he would be immediately discovered if he spoke.

"Hmm."

Yang Ji lowered his head, responding vaguely, pretending to be wrong.

"I hope I can deceive them."

Yang Ji clenched his fists, determined to act immediately if anything went wrong.

The night was silent, only the sound of the wind, the atmosphere tense.

The two bandits sized up Yang Ji, their eyes flickering.

Just as Yang Ji was suspicious and thought he had been discovered, the strongest martial realm bandit nodded.

"This time, it's forgiven. No more next time. The leader is dead, and our intelligence was wrong. When we get back, we need to think about how to explain to the Sixth Chief."

After saying this, the martial realm bandit immediately turned and flew away.

The other bandit, at the tenth stage of the breathing realm, also followed without a word.

"Phew!"

Yang Ji breathed a sigh of relief and immediately followed them, leaping over the city wall and heading towards the dark mountains outside the city. As they approached the top of the mountain, the two in front suddenly stopped.

"A delicate tower, facing the Green Fort and backed by the Sand!"

The martial realm bandit suddenly stopped, turning to shout.

"?!?"

Yang Ji was stunned, just about to think of a response, when he heard a roar.

"You're not Liu Qi! Who are you?"

This sentence was like a bolt of lightning, striking Yang Ji. He didn't even realize where he had slipped up.

"Ah!"

The other bandit at the tenth stage of the breathing realm gasped, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Kill him!"

Zhao Wu, without a word, immediately pounced on Yang Ji. From the Hundred Herbs Hall, he had felt that "Liu Qi" was off, and this test confirmed that Yang Ji couldn't even respond to their bandit signal, revealing his true identity.

"Exposed!"

Yang Ji was secretly alarmed. These people were incredibly cautious, even paying attention to him while fleeing.

"He must have been suspicious when he was trying to get information from me, but he held back. These bandits are indeed not without capable individuals!"

Yang Ji realized.

"Swish!"

Although surprised by their perceptiveness, Yang Ji's reaction was not slow. His body contracted, and he pounced out, using the "Grass Flying" technique to leap diagonally.

Yang Ji's strength had greatly increased, though he had not yet reached the martial realm, he was at the peak of the breathing realm. With the "Grass Flying" technique, he was not a match for a "Warrior" in a direct fight, but he was more than capable of escaping.

"Xiao Ji, come out and help!"

Yang Ji shouted.

Only a "Warrior" could deal with a "Warrior." Yang Ji dared to follow them because "Xiao Ji" had the strength of a warrior.

Sss!

A black shadow suddenly darted out from Yang Ji's sleeve, its body rapidly expanding in mid-air, blocking Zhao Wu's slashing blade. The bright saber struck Xiao Ji, but the sound was metallic.

"Warrior pet!"

Zhao Wu exclaimed, not expecting the opponent to have a powerful martial realm pet that was impervious to blades and had immense strength. One strike sent a shock through his wrist, making it numb.

Xiao Ji's body, now several times larger, showed faint lumps on its forehead. Its body moved unpredictably, leaping and bounding on the ground, posing a significant threat to Zhao Wu, forcing him to switch from offense to defense, temporarily ignoring Yang Ji.

"Boy, what did you do to Liu Qi?"

On the other side, the tenth-stage breathing realm expert shouted, his eyes full of menace, wielding a long saber as he charged at Yang Ji.

"Hmph! I'm standing right in front of you. What do you think happened to him?"

Yang Ji said, but his reaction was quick. He kicked off the ground, easily dodging the cold blade.

"Boy, you're asking for death!"

Huang Lu, enraged, unleashed a torrent of blade strikes, charging at Yang Ji. His strength was much greater than Liu Qi's, and his tenth-stage breathing realm combined with a fierce and ruthless saber technique made him almost invincible below the martial realm.

Yang Ji observed Huang Lu's attacks twice. He had already grasped the essence of this saber technique, and now, combining it with Huang Lu's style and habits, he identified the flaws in his technique.

Yang Ji accurately predicted his attack positions and gaps twice, and his mind was at ease.

"Whether I die or not is uncertain, but if you want to die, I can send you on your way."

As he spoke, Yang Ji's limbs contracted, then he suddenly kicked off the ground, moving like a giant python, several times faster than before.

Buzz!

In a flash, Yang Ji cut into Huang Lu's blade strikes, his mind moving, he immediately used the "Cloud Hands" technique. His arms left trails of afterimages, one hand deflecting the blade, the other striking between Huang Lu's arms, shattering his throat.

This move was as fast as lightning. By the time Zhao Wu noticed the fight, Huang Lu's body was already limp, his eyes wide open, seemingly unable to believe he was dead.

"Boy, I'll kill you!"

Zhao Wu's eyes were bloodshot, his body glowing with blood, almost turning into a blood man, ready to charge through Xiao Ji's block and attack Yang Ji.

Slap!

Distracted, he not only failed to break through but was also struck by Xiao Ji, breaking several bones with a crack.

"Want to kill me? Don't rush. I'll fulfill your wish now."

Yang Ji smiled, picking up Huang Lu's dropped saber, and walked towards him.

Yang Ji did not rush to attack but observed calmly from the sidelines.

The seven bandits used the same saber technique, but due to their different personalities and levels of understanding, their weaknesses varied.

Clang! Clang!

The battle was intense. This was the first time Yang Ji saw Xiao Ji in action. In terms of the "White Snake Martial Technique," Yang Ji had grasped the essence, but Xiao Ji acted instinctively, surpassing Yang Ji in skill by a significant margin.

Xiao Ji's body leaped and bounded, each strike on the blade producing a loud sound. He was evenly matched with the bandit, even slightly gaining the upper hand.

Xiao Ji's greatest strength was its venom, which could even affect a warrior. However, the opponent was clearly cautious, using his bright saber to keep Xiao Ji at bay, a skill that set him apart from others.

Swish!

Yang Ji, gripping the long saber, joined the battle, helping Xiao Ji against Zhao Wu. His intervention immediately shook Zhao Wu.

"Boy, how do you know our saber technique!"

Zhao Wu's mind was in turmoil. The young man, though masked, used techniques that, while different, clearly resembled their "Seven Blood Demon Saber Techniques."

"Who are you?"

Zhao Wu's eyes were icy cold, his voice harsh. The "Seven Blood Demon Saber Techniques" were never taught outside the Red Eyebrows, only to their best and most loyal members.

Zhao Wu's mind raced, wondering if some force in the bandit world was targeting them.

Yang Ji ignored him, immediately retreating after his attack. He knew his technique was still not proficient, and it was impressive that he could understand and execute one move in such a short time.

A martial realm expert was still a martial realm expert. Though injured and restrained by Xiao Ji, his realm was solid, with "mind and fist as one," making his saber speed much faster.

"Li San's injury is perfect. This martial realm expert is ruthless and quick, making him an excellent sparring partner."

Yang Ji thought to himself.