Chapter 94

After bidding farewell to the Duan family father and son, Jiang Chen left Leshan and rested for a night in a nearby village. The next day, he inquired about the route from the villagers and immediately set off for Leyang Town, as he intended to visit a legendary master of unparalleled skill in today's martial world, even though the master had long since retired from the martial world.

Jiang Chen was originally skilled in lightness kung fu, and after being strengthened by the Qilin blood, his body became even more formidable. He did not need a horse for the long journey. By dusk, he had reached the banks of the Min River. Although it was already late, there were still a dozen or so people gathered at the ferry, anxiously waiting for the boat.

A short while later, a ferry slowly approached from the distance. The people waiting at the ferry could not help but show a look of joy, but their joy was tinged with anxiety as they repeatedly shouted, "Boatman, boatman, come quickly, there are people here who need to cross the river!"

"Alright!" The boatman was an old man who, upon hearing the calls, immediately responded and hurriedly rowed the boat over. Despite his advanced age, he rowed both quickly and steadily, and soon the boat was close. There were two passengers on the boat: a middle-aged man in black and a young boy of about ten in white, carrying a sheathed long sword.

At that moment, most of the people on the shore were focused on the old boatman, but Jiang Chen's attention was on the two passengers. Although the white-clad boy's sword was still in its sheath, Jiang Chen knew it was undoubtedly a fine sword, one that could rival the Red Qilin and Fire Qilin. As for the middle-aged man, he gave Jiang Chen a sense of an inexplicable pressure.

A master, absolutely a master! Jiang Chen was confident in his martial arts, and even when facing the Southern Qilin Sword Leader Duan Shuai, he had never shown any weakness. But at this moment, just by looking at the middle-aged man from a distance, he could not help but feel his sword intent stirring, and the Red Qilin sword in his hand began to tremble slightly.

The middle-aged man seemed to have noticed Jiang Chen's gaze and sword intent and subtly turned his eyes to look over. The two men, their four eyes, met intensely in the air from a distance, silently engaging in a strange and unseen confrontation.

"The boat is here, the boat is here!" Seeing the boat reach the shore and stop, the people waiting on the shore all walked towards the boat, but only Jiang Chen stood still.

After crossing four reincarnation worlds, the middle-aged man before him was undoubtedly the strongest he had ever encountered, a powerful existence that could even rival the mythological Fire Qilin!

Leading the white-clad boy, the middle-aged man slowly disembarked. Like the Southern Qilin Sword Leader Duan Shuai whom Jiang Chen had previously encountered, he looked at Jiang Chen and the Red Qilin in his hand, seemingly sensing something, and his brows slightly furrowed.

"Boatman! Boatman! Wait for us..." A voice filled with fear and urgency came from the distance, and soon a group of ragged people rushed over, about a dozen young men protecting about thirty elderly, women, and children, all of whom looked pale and emaciated, as if they were fleeing from a disaster.

Sure enough, before the group could reach the shore, the sound of galloping horses came from behind. Dozens of horses quickly caught up to them, and a fierce and murderous aura swept over them.

"Oh no! The Heaven and Earth Society is chasing us!" The panicked crowd, with crying babies, had not even reached the shore when dozens of Heaven and Earth Society members had already caught up to them.

At the head of the dozens of riders was a tall, bald man with a fierce look in his eyes. He said coldly, "Run, why don't you run? You dared to defy the orders of the Heaven and Earth Society and refuse to pay taxes. Now you're afraid, isn't it a bit too late?"

"Spare us, we didn't mean to defy the orders of the Heaven and Earth Society. It's just that this year's drought has been severe, and the harvest was poor. We really can't afford to pay the taxes. Please, spare us, please..." Seeing that they had been caught, an old man in the group could not help but beg for mercy. But before he could finish his plea, a long, gleaming sword had already pierced his chest.

"Thud!" A light sound, the sword pierced through his body, and blood spurted out, staining the old man's chest. The color of blood, the shadow of fear and death, gradually filled the hearts of the fleeing civilians.

"Ha ha..." The bald man pulled out the sword, letting the blood splash on his face, and laughed cruelly, "Did you see that? This is what happens when you oppose the Heaven and Earth Society!" He then fixed his cold gaze on the remaining people and shouted, "Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

Despairing eyes, terrifying sword light, everything was shrouded in the shadow of death. Just as the Heaven and Earth Society members were about to charge, a young, angry voice suddenly shouted:

"Stop!"

Jiang Chen instinctively looked towards the source of the voice and saw that it was the white-clad boy who had been with the middle-aged man in black. He smiled inwardly and suppressed his urge to intervene.

At that moment, the boy had already leaped forward and stood in front of the dozens of Heaven and Earth Society members, condemning them righteously, "How can you kill innocent people at will?!"

What a righteous and passionate young man! Jiang Chen laughed inwardly and glanced meaningfully at the middle-aged man in black beside him, his eyes full of amusement.

The middle-aged man, though aware of Jiang Chen's gaze, did not pay much attention to it. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the white-clad boy, filled with concern and affection.

"Who are you, boy? How dare you meddle in the affairs of the Heaven and Earth Society? Are you tired of living?!" The dozens of Heaven and Earth Society members, including the bald man, were also staring at the white-clad boy, their voices filled with anger. Although the boy had shown remarkable skills, the bald man, relying on the backing of the Heaven and Earth Society, was not particularly afraid.

"That's right, how dare you meddle in the affairs of the Heaven and Earth Society? Do you want to die?!" The Heaven and Earth Society members could not help but shout in unison, their words filled with insults. In recent years, the Heaven and Earth Society had grown in power, almost dominating the entire northern martial world, and these members had become increasingly arrogant.

"Heaven and Earth Society?" The white-clad boy frowned, but then he huffed coldly, "So what if it's the Heaven and Earth Society? Does that give you the right to kill innocent people at will? As the saying goes, those who do evil will eventually destroy themselves..."

Hearing the boy's words, the Heaven and Earth Society members could not help but burst into laughter, and the bald man sneered, "Brat, your nagging is annoying. Since you like to meddle in other people's affairs so much, I'll kill you first today. Men, attack!"

"Yes!" A chorus of responses, and a dozen or so Heaven and Earth Society members leaped off their horses, drawing their weapons and charging at the white-clad boy. As the dominant martial sect in the north, the Heaven and Earth Society members were not weak, and the combined force of a dozen of them was formidable.

The white-clad boy had intended to persuade them not to kill innocent people, but he did not expect them to attack immediately, with him as the target. He was startled at first, but quickly regained his composure. Facing the attack of a dozen people, he narrowed his eyes and drew his sword.

"Clang—"

A high-pitched sword cry echoed, and a powerful and radiant aura soared into the sky. The boy, holding the sword, exuded a completely different aura. With a swift movement, the sword's edge met the weapons of the dozen attackers, and a series of sharp clinks resounded. The dozen attackers were forced to retreat, their weapons broken in half.

"This..." The bald man's eyes widened in shock. After a moment, he seemed to remember something and laughed cruelly, "No wonder you dared to meddle in our affairs. You must be relying on that divine weapon. If you hand over the sword, I might consider sparing your life!"

"With your skills, you don't deserve to ask for my sword!" The white-clad boy sneered, turning the sword in his hand. Despite his youth, he had a certain presence.

The bald man snorted and dismounted, leading dozens of subordinates to charge forward menacingly, "You refuse the offer of a drink and choose the punishment. Brat, it seems you really want to die." As he spoke, he swung his long sword, aiming to cut the boy's head off.

The white-clad boy remained calm in the face of danger. He stepped forward, moved his body, and deftly avoided the sword. Then, he turned the blade of his sword and aimed it at the bald man's wrist. The bald man, not daring to be careless, quickly parried, but he had underestimated the power of the boy's sword. In surprise, his long sword was cut in half, and before he could react, the boy's sword tip was already at his throat.

"You..." In the blink of an eye, he had been outmaneuvered and was now at the mercy of the boy. Feeling the coldness of the sword tip on his throat, the bald man broke out in a cold sweat. He knew he was in grave danger, but unexpectedly, the white-clad boy withdrew his sword and sneered, "I don't want to kill. Get lost!"

"Thank you for sparing my life, I'll go, I'll go..." The bald man, unexpectedly spared, quickly responded, appearing to be terrified, but his eyes betrayed a hidden cruelty. Just as the white-clad boy let his guard down, the bald man suddenly struck with a palm. The boy, caught off guard, was about to be hit, but suddenly...