Chapter 47

In the early morning, a carriage drove into Pingjun City.

Outside the carriage, an old man with a goatee said, "Young Master, this is Pingjun City."

Inside the carriage sat a young man of extraordinary beauty, dressed in spotless white, exuding a sharp and invincible aura, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

"Are there any formidable experts in Pingjun?"

This person's voice was cold and clear, clearly a woman in men's clothing.

The old man with the goatee said, "The prominent family in Pingjun is the Fang family. There are a few Fourth-Rank experts, but most of them are accustomed to a life of luxury and have not engaged in combat for many years. Only two of them are relatively strong, and they are currently in seclusion, so it's unlikely you'll meet them."

"Another is the second son of the Lin family, who has established a gang here. He has two Fourth-Rank experts under his command. However, this Lin second son is notorious for his lecherous nature and reckless behavior. It would be best for you to avoid him to prevent any trouble."

The "Young Master" in the carriage did not comment, waiting for him to continue.

She knew that the old man would not bring her to Pingjun without a reason.

Sure enough, the old man continued, "In addition, there is another Fourth-Rank expert, Tian Fei, who has a military background. He was originally a scout under the Marquis of Wuan. Over twenty years ago, after the Marquis of Wuan was imprisoned, he became disheartened and left the military, settling in Pingjun City, where he has lived ever since."

The "Young Master" in the carriage's expression changed slightly, "A subordinate of the Marquis of Wuan, I wonder how much of the Marquis of Wuan's Overlord Spear he has mastered?"

The Marquis of Wuan was a renowned strongman over twenty years ago, whose Overlord Spear was almost unmatched, ranking third on the First-Rank list.

She had set out on this journey to test her sword skills and use it as a stepping stone to enter the Third-Rank realm.

Over the past six months, the opponents she encountered had disappointed her. None of the so-called experts could withstand her three strikes.

She hoped that Tian Fei would give her some surprises.

...

Before long, the carriage arrived outside Tian's residence. They saw a man and a woman standing at the gate, loudly declaring, "We, the junior disciples, have come to pay our respects to Senior Tian."

Their voices carried far, showing their considerable strength.

The "Young Master" in the carriage could tell from their voices that they were Fourth-Rank cultivators. Despite claiming to pay respects, their tone was not very polite, indicating that they were not friendly visitors.

"Someone has beaten us to it."

She was more curious than anything and asked, "Uncle Wu, who are they?"

The old man with the goatee was also puzzled, "I can't tell. They look to be in their early twenties. I haven't heard of such a person in Pingjun."

Fourth-Rank experts were not common; they don't just appear out of nowhere.

At that moment, a voice like a bell rang out, "Very well, I would like to see what kind of young hero dares to knock on my door."

The door opened from the inside.

The man and woman walked in.

The old man with the goatee said, "Young Master—"

"Let's go in and take a look."

The "Young Master" in white pushed open the carriage door and got out. She could sense the tension between the two, and if they were to fight, it would be a good opportunity to observe.

The old man with the goatee followed her into Tian's residence.

Tian's servants assumed they were part of the same group and did not stop them.

Soon, they saw Tian Fei in the courtyard. He was dressed in black, standing with his hands behind his back, his gaze sharp like an eagle, scanning the four of them.

His gaze lingered on the "Young Master" in white, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Such grace and demeanor could only be cultivated in a high-ranking family.

Finally, Tian Fei fixed his gaze on the leading man, who looked heroic, and said coldly, "Are you here for the Qingxuan Sect?"

The man replied, "Yes."

"Then you can leave." Tian Fei's tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Since that's the case, let's follow the rules of the martial world and settle this with our skills."

Tian Fei stared at him and said, "Young man, cultivation is not easy. Don't ruin your life by overstepping your bounds."

This was both a warning and a caution.

The young man said nonchalantly, "Actually, helping the Qingxuan Sect is secondary. The main reason is that I'm short on money and have my eyes on your business and warehouses."

Tian Fei's gaze turned cold, and he laughed, "Ha, it seems you think I'm a fat sheep."

"Every fight needs a stake. If I win, your business and warehouses are mine. If you win, I'll pay you 100,000 taels of silver."

"Agreed!"

Tian Fei roared, grabbed a long spear beside him, and leaped forward. The spear in his hand transformed into a venomous dragon, thrusting towards the opponent.

...

"What a formidable Overlord Spear!"

The "Young Master" in white's eyes lit up at the sight of the spear.

After so long, she had finally encountered a worthy opponent. This spear gave her immense pressure, which was exactly what she needed.

She felt a surge of excitement and began to think about how she would counter such a spear.

The spear was both fast and venomous, reaching the man in an instant.

At that moment, the man finally drew his blade.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the "Young Master" in white's mind went blank. It was as if she saw a blade moving extremely slowly, yet she was completely stiff, unable to think of any way to counter it.

She even lacked the courage to draw her sword, watching helplessly as the blade descended.

"Blade Intent!"

The old man with the goatee's pupils dilated, exclaiming, "Not good!"

At such close range, the "Young Master" was also affected by the Blade Intent.

He suddenly struck her shoulder with his palm.

She snapped out of it, drenched in sweat, feeling as if she had been drained of energy, almost losing her balance.

The old man with the goatee saw her state and was worried. She had not avoided the Blade Intent and had been broken in spirit.

This was a serious problem!

Clang!

Tian Fei's iron spear fell to the ground. He looked at the blade tip hovering above his brow, his face pale, his eyes dim, appearing to have aged by decades.

That blade not only broke his spear technique but almost shattered his decades of cultivation.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Why didn't you kill me?"

The young man replied, "You gave me a warning just now, and you seem like a decent person." Then, he sheathed his blade.

"Tell your daughter not to cause trouble at the Qingxuan Sect anymore. Also, prepare your business and warehouses; I'll come to take them over tomorrow." He turned and left.

Tian Fei's gaze was complex, his lips moving slightly, "What is your name, sir?"

"I am Gu Yang. You are welcome to come and seek revenge anytime."

Revenge?

Tian Fei laughed bitterly. That blade had already severed his martial path; how could he talk about revenge?

PS: There is one more chapter, but it will be a bit late. It might be after midnight. If you can't wait, you can read it tomorrow.