Chapter 9

And so, Jiang Chen left the Ten Thousand Beast Manor. With his martial arts initially accomplished, he could hardly contain his excitement and spent a large part of the night traveling using his lightness skill. It must be said that Qiu Qianren truly lived up to his title of Iron Palm and Water Drifter; this lightness skill was incredibly swift, almost like a special step beyond the ordinary!

The next morning, Jiang Chen found himself in an unknown area, but he was still near the Yellow River. There happened to be a market nearby, and he decided to look for a clothing store to change his outfit.

The owner of the clothing store was a woman in her forties or fifties, with a thick layer of rouge on her face that still revealed wavy wrinkles. The pungent scent and her seductive movements made Jiang Chen feel extremely nauseous. Seeing Jiang Chen in his coarse cloth clothing, she looked down on him. Jiang Chen ignored her and simply placed a gold ingot on the counter. The old woman immediately became extremely热情, calling him "Young Master" repeatedly, which made Jiang Chen feel extremely uncomfortable, causing goosebumps to fall all over the ground, leaving him with a very unpleasant feeling.

Indeed, no matter what world or place, money, though external, is indispensable. Having money is the way to go!

Although he was dressed in a black tight-fitting long robe and looked quite handsome, Jiang Chen touched his short hair and felt somewhat dissatisfied, wondering when it would grow long. Otherwise, it would be a waste of his great hero's demeanor.

However, long hair doesn't grow in a day or two, so Jiang Chen decided to get a hat, a small black felt hat. Although it looked a bit odd, it made him look like a handsome young man from ancient times.

He bought a simple map at the market and inquired about the route to Xiangyang. Jiang Chen then hired a boat to cross the Yellow River and headed straight for Xiangyang.

It was only early February, and the丐帮大会 (Beggars' Guild Assembly) in the story wouldn't take place until October, so Jiang Chen wasn't in a hurry. Along the way, he diligently practiced the martial arts he had learned from Qiu Qianren, which was the foundation of his survival. Jiang Chen naturally worked extra hard, not daring to slack off.

Fortunately, the talent bestowed upon him by this cycle was truly remarkable. He had inherited all of Qiu Qianren's martial arts memories, so his martial arts skills were no different from those he had cultivated himself. With a bit of practice, he could use them freely. Moreover, he had strengthened his internal energy, making his foundation solid and his attacks powerful. In less than ten days, he had far surpassed the original Qiu Qianren.

South of the Yellow River, the Central Plains were originally part of the Song Dynasty, but were later occupied by the Jurchens and now by the Yuan Mongols. These foreign forces had caused widespread turmoil and suffering among the people!

On his journey, Jiang Chen saw countless displaced and destitute civilians. Although he didn't consider himself a good person, the sight of the miserable people made him unable to resist helping them repeatedly. Soon, the gold he had was all gone, and he even robbed some despicable local tyrants, redistributing wealth from the rich to the poor. However, the number of people he could save was always limited.

Natural disasters and human calamities were endless. Displaced civilians and brutal bandits—Jiang Chen had seen too much, and the anger in his heart grew stronger. He felt a surge of resentment, as if it could be ignited at any moment, turning into a blazing flame that would break through his already thinning limits.

As he continued south, when he reached the vicinity of Nanyang, Jiang Chen climbed over a small mountain and was about to find some food when he suddenly saw smoke rising from a village ahead. He could faintly hear the cries of women and children, and people were shouting, "The Tartars are here to kill, run!"

Jiang Chen, with his accomplished martial arts and keen eyesight, could see from a distance that a group of Yuan Mongol soldiers were burning, killing, and looting in the village. The villagers were fleeing in all directions, but the Mongol soldiers on horseback caught up with them, cutting them in half, and the blood splattered, red and glaring in the sunlight.

On his journey, he had seen many tragic scenes, but most were caused by natural disasters. The famine along the way, where people exchanged their children for food, was due to hunger and not directly related to human actions. However, now, he witnessed the Yuan Mongol soldiers brutally killing the civilians, and the bloody scene left him with an unparalleled shock.

"This......"

Jiang Chen stood there, his whole body trembling, his eyes filled with a faint blood-red hue. The sight of the blood ignited the accumulated anger within him, like a burning flame or a flood breaking through a dam, instantly breaking through his mental limits.

"Ah!"

With a roar of anger, Jiang Chen rushed towards the village. At the village entrance, the Yuan Mongol cavalry, who were burning and looting, saw someone charging over and, instead of being afraid, burst into laughter. One of them spurred his horse forward, raising his saber to behead Jiang Chen.

"Die!"

With his anger ignited, Jiang Chen's eyes flashed with terrifying blood-red light. As a Yuan Mongol cavalryman charged at him, he leaped into the air and struck with a powerful palm. The overwhelming palm force hit the Mongol soldier's head from a few feet away.

"Bang!"

Like a smashed watermelon, a loud explosion was heard. Jiang Chen's fierce palm force shattered the Mongol soldier's head, and the red and white brain matter and blood splattered all over Jiang Chen, making him look like a devil, fierce and terrifying!

The other Mongol cavalrymen were initially stunned, then burst into a cacophony of shouts. They quickly drew their bows and arrows and shot at Jiang Chen. More Mongol soldiers rode out from the village, discarding their food and gold, and shot arrows at Jiang Chen.

"Damn!"

With a roar of anger, Jiang Chen's body moved at its maximum speed, dodging the arrows in an instant and closing the distance to the Mongol soldiers. His iron palms, fueled by his anger, struck out with deadly force.

Although he was a hastily trained fourth-stage expert, Jiang Chen's martial arts were not inferior in any way. While the Mongol soldiers were skilled in horseback archery at a distance, they were no match for Jiang Chen up close. The significant power gap left them no chance to escape.

With his overwhelming palm force, Jiang Chen unleashed his attacks without restraint, and in a single confrontation, he brutally killed over a dozen Mongol soldiers, both men and horses.

With his anger fully unleashed, Jiang Chen picked up a long sword and strode into the village, killing any Mongol soldier he encountered. In a short time, dozens of them died by his sword. The remaining Mongol soldiers quickly fled on horseback, turning back to shoot arrows at Jiang Chen as they gained distance.

Although Jiang Chen was skilled in martial arts, he couldn't kill from a distance. Annoyed, he grabbed a large bow from a dead Mongol soldier, drew it, and shot back at the distant Mongol soldiers.

His martial arts were strong, and his strength was great. He drew the bow like a full moon, and the arrow flew like a meteor. The Mongol soldiers were initially shocked, but then they noticed that the arrow's accuracy was terrible, and they burst into laughter, with some almost falling off their horses.

"Damn, this is embarrassing!"

Jiang Chen had never learned archery, and neither had Qiu Qianren. In the field of archery, he was a complete novice, with no accuracy at all.

In a fit of anger, he threw the large bow like a stone. With a whistling sound, it struck a Mongol soldier, knocking him off his horse with a scream, and he fell silent.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen was overjoyed. Although he couldn't shoot arrows, he was skilled in hidden weapons, a necessary skill for every martial arts expert. Qiu Qianren had passed on a highly advanced hidden weapon technique to him, which, while not as good as Huang Yaoshi's Finger Flicking Technique, was still top-notch in the martial arts world.

With this thought, Jiang Chen immediately took action, using the hidden weapon technique to throw the long sword, bow, and dead bodies at the Mongol soldiers. The Mongol soldiers were thrown into a state of confusion and fled without hesitation.

Turning to look at the devastated village, Jiang Chen's anger could not be contained. He immediately used his lightness skill to chase after the fleeing Mongol soldiers......