Chapter 53

The sky was bright and clear.

Zhao Yun hastily ate his meal and returned to his room.

He sat there for another day.

By the time night fell, he opened his eyes, took a long breath, and expelled a mouthful of turbid air. His injuries were not fully healed, but they were no longer a major concern; he just needed more time to recover.

He looked at the sky and took out his tools for drawing talismans.

Explosive talismans! They are indeed useful. Whether there's trouble or not, it's always good to have some on hand. If you can fight, you fight; if you can't, you blow up.

Ah...!

Just as he picked up the brush, he heard a woman's soft moan from the next room.

Creak! Creak!

Then came the rhythmic creaking of the wooden bed.

"In the middle of the night, so dedicated?" Zhao Yun muttered to himself, listening intently while healing his injuries. The inn was cheap, and the soundproofing was terrible. He could clearly hear the woman's moans and the man's heavy breathing. As a martial cultivator, his hearing was exceptionally sharp.

Talented people indeed have a flair for romance.

Like him, he could heal his injuries, train his body, and ponder the Dao without missing a beat. Mainly, he was curious. He had been with Liu Ruyue for so long and hadn't even kissed her.

"Seems like they haven't consummated their marriage yet."

Zhao Yun muttered, and the sounds of the bed creaking made him imagine all sorts of things.

He was a man with a wife.

In the prime of his youth, it was hard not to be affected by such a scene.

Creak! Creak!

The person next door had a remarkable physique, lasting for three hours. By the time Zhao Yun had drawn a stack of explosive talismans, the bed was still creaking.

"Feels pretty good, huh."

Zhao Yun raised his hand to wipe his nose, which was bleeding from the excitement.

"Damn, can't a person sleep?"

The angry voice quickly echoed, and since the room was poorly soundproofed, both sides could hear each other. The other person might also be a martial cultivator, with a rough and aggressive voice.

Creak! Creak!

The bed continued to creak rhythmically.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a door being kicked open.

There were always people with short tempers, ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

"How dare you ruin my fun."

"I want to beat you up too."

The creaking of the bed stopped, replaced by loud curses and the sounds of a fight. The room was in chaos, as if bandits had broken in, ransacking and smashing everything.

Zhao Yun could only listen, imagining the scene: the woman next door must be quite embarrassed, probably covering herself with a blanket and watching the fight.

"Damn, can't a person sleep?"

More curses echoed throughout the inn, as the noise from the next room had disturbed many people. There were plenty of short-tempered individuals.

At this moment, people were already rushing up with weapons.

The innkeeper was also furious, as his territory was being disturbed.

"Another stack."

Zhao Yun wiped his nose, thinking, "You fight your fight, I'll draw my talismans. With this many, I could blow up that hunchbacked old man again."

Bang!

As if on cue, the wall collapsed. Just as Zhao Yun picked up the brush, the wall was shattered by the two people fighting next door. Their cultivation levels were similar, and their fighting strength was also evenly matched, creating a large hole in the wall.

The fighters were a bald brute and a one-eyed old man.

The old man was emaciated, wearing only a floral pair of shorts. It was clear that he was the one who had been making the noise on the bed.

The one who kicked the door must have been the bald brute.

"Old but vigorous."

At the sight of the one-eyed old man, Zhao Yun couldn't help but think, "At his age, lasting for three hours without stopping, he must be quite experienced."

Through the large hole in the wall, he saw the woman.

As he had expected, she was indeed covering herself with a blanket, watching the fight. She looked quite frightened, her face pale, and she was likely a courtesan.

He stepped back.

The bald brute and the one-eyed old man were still fighting, moving from the next room to his. They were so enraged that they didn't notice there was another person in the room, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Go outside and fight."

Zhao Yun coldly snorted and stepped back again, as the noise was too loud.

Bang!

As he spoke, another loud noise echoed.

The roof collapsed.

Indeed, the roof collapsed, creating a large hole. A black-clothed figure fell through, looking like a thief, skilled in acrobatics. He had landed on the roof, which, due to its age and poor condition, couldn't withstand the weight and collapsed, causing the thief to fall through.

Hmm?

The bald brute and the one-eyed old man stopped fighting, looking at the black-clothed figure with strange expressions. The thief was carrying a bag, with silver coins scattered, clearly having just stolen some valuables.

"Damn."

The black-clothed figure cursed, getting up awkwardly. After years of thieving, this was the first time he had caused such a scene, collapsing the roof with one step.

Hmm?

As he got up, he looked at the bald brute, the one-eyed old man, Zhao Yun, and the woman in the next room. One was holding a knife, one a sword, one a brush, and one a blanket.

What a mess.

The most awkward person was Zhao Yun. He was just drawing a talisman, but now the wall was shattered, the roof had a large hole, and there were people engaging in prostitution, fighting, and stealing. His room was quite lively tonight.

"Continue."

The black-clothed figure spoke first, trying to escape through the hole in the roof. As a thief, he couldn't be seen in the light and needed to run quickly.

"Night Wolf."

The bald brute and the one-eyed old man stopped fighting, each grabbing one of the black-clothed figure's legs and pulling him back down. They clearly mistook him for the Night Wolf, with a bounty of 50,000 taels, more than they could earn in a lifetime.

"Your sister's wolf."

The black-clothed figure cursed, jumping around the room. "I'm just a small-time thief, stealing a few hundred taels. Why am I the Night Wolf? Don't frame an innocent person."

"How dare you curse me."

"You can't escape."

The bald brute and the one-eyed old man didn't believe him, or rather, they were convinced he was the Night Wolf. The bounty of 50,000 taels was a fortune.

"Get lost, it's not me."

"You were caught red-handed, still trying to argue? Take a hit."

"Go to hell."

The room was in chaos, with two people fighting, now turned into a three-way battle.

The black-clothed figure was quite skilled, likely at the peak of the True Spirit realm, with extremely agile movements.

Thieves have their own skills.

Zhao Yun, still holding the talisman brush, didn't know whether to put it down or put it away. He knew the black-clothed figure wasn't the Night Wolf, but the others didn't.

The bald brute and the one-eyed old man saw only the silver.

This place couldn't be stayed in anymore.

Zhao Yun put down the brush and turned around. The commotion had turned the room into a是非之地 (place of trouble).

Bang!

Just as he reached the door, it was kicked open with a powerful force.

Um...!

Zhao Yun lost his balance and was knocked to the side.

The person who kicked the door was at the Xuan Yang realm, at least the fifth level. Thanks to his strong foundation, he didn't vomit blood.

"Where is he? Where is the Night Wolf?"

The noise increased as the door was kicked open, and the windows were smashed. A large group of people rushed in, not just from the third floor, but also from the second and first floors. The inn was in chaos, and so was the Green Peak Ancient City, with many martial cultivators rushing over.

The Night Wolf! Silver!

They had been chasing him for a long time without success, but today they finally had a lead.

"I..."

Zhao Yun couldn't catch his breath, almost spitting blood.

Damn.

This was his room, for which he had paid. The wall was shattered, the roof collapsed, and now the door and windows were also destroyed.

The room was almost completely demolished.

Even the innkeeper had come up with a knife.

"Better to leave early."

Zhao Yun used his wall-penetrating technique to escape the room. There was no place for him to stand, and he didn't know how many people had rushed in. He didn't know if the black-clothed figure had been caught, but he was likely trampled to death.

"Night Wolf?"

Before he landed, he heard a shout from the street. The martial cultivators, seeing a black-clothed figure run out of the third floor of the inn, assumed it was the Night Wolf escaping.

Damn.

Zhao Yun's heart sank. The Night Wolf's seal was still in his pocket. If he was caught, he would be in deep trouble, whether he did it or not.

He landed.

The attacks from all directions followed, with sword qi, blade light, palm prints, and fist shadows. Among them were several Xuan Yang realm cultivators.

Wall-penetrating!

In a critical moment, he turned and used the wall-penetrating technique again, escaping to the first floor of the inn and running away. His speed was quite fast, leaving a trail of afterimages.

Boom!

Although he had escaped, the attacks continued, hitting the walls of the inn. The inn, which was in good condition, was immediately destroyed, and everyone in the third-floor room, including the black-clothed thief, fell down.

The scene was in chaos.

The people on the scene were in a mess, with bricks and tiles scattered everywhere.

Whoosh!

The black-clothed figure, who had a lucky escape, got up and ran.

"Where are you going?"

"Where are you going?"

Loud shouts echoed.

However, the crowd split into two groups.

One group chased the black-clothed figure.

The other group chased Zhao Yun.

Before they left, the two groups looked at each other with confusion.

Damn, how many Night Wolves are there?

"This one is the real one."

"Don't mess around, this one is the real one."

This was the underlying meaning of their expressions, each chasing their own target, creating quite a scene.

"Ridiculous."

Zhao Yun, who had escaped, was extremely frustrated. Drawing talismans could be so eventful, and listening to the bed creaking could lead to such a disaster.

What could he say? It was just a coincidence.

Someone was fighting, a thief passed by, and he was mistaken for the Night Wolf.

And he was caught in the crossfire.

A series of coincidences led to this tragedy.