Chapter 1

It was early September, and the autumn rain fell continuously, washing away the scorching heat of summer.

"Alas, the wind cuts in half, and the rain ruins everything."

In front of the Drunken Immortal Tower in the southern part of Jinling City, Wang Ye leaned against the door frame, looking at the deserted street, and said helplessly, "Business is bad again today!"

He had a refined appearance, wearing a green robe, with a tall and muscular body, strong and powerful.

At first glance, he looked like an extraordinary scholar.

Turning his head to look at the dozing helper, he pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of helplessness: "Ah Ji, this oaf, all he does is sleep and eat. If it weren't for his nimble hands and feet, I would have fired him long ago!"

"Alas, business is hard to do!"

"But even if business is tough, it's better than the sword and spear, the intrigue and rivalry..."

As he spoke, Wang Ye looked at the thick calluses on his palm and shook his head lightly.

Wang Ye was not from this world.

Ten years ago, Wang Ye had crossed over to this martial arts world.

Like the plot in a novel, Wang Ye had a strange encounter, practiced divine skills, and in just ten years, became invincible, becoming the notorious and fearsome leader of a powerful cult.

Perhaps because of the loneliness of being invincible, or perhaps because of the weariness of the intrigue and rivalry in the martial world, Wang Ye pretended to die during a righteous siege, and since then, the martial world had been peaceful.

The martial world no longer had the notorious cult leader, but Jinling gained a greedy and lustful innkeeper.

"Alas, if there are no customers in another two hours, I'll close the shop!"

Recalling all this, Wang Ye muttered to himself, "The Red Mansion has two new girls, with blonde hair and blue eyes, very appealing. I might as well go and enjoy myself while there's no one around, wouldn't that be wonderful..."

As he spoke, a lecherous look appeared on Wang Ye's face, as if the two new girls were right in front of him.

"Sir, may I ask if there are any available rooms?"

Just as Wang Ye was lost in thought, a stranger's voice came.

Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw several figures standing at the inn's door.

These figures wore straw hats, making their faces unclear, and under their raincoats, they wore tight-fitting clothes, holding long spears and swords, clearly martial artists.

Jinling City, with its strategic location, was the largest city within a thousand miles, with countless merchants and travelers, and foreigners with blonde hair and blue eyes also came and went.

For Wang Ye, who ran the inn, these wandering martial artists were nothing new.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye's lecherous smile instantly turned into a fawning one, and he said to the people outside, "Of course there are available rooms. Gentlemen, the rain is heavy outside, let's go inside to talk!"

As he spoke, Wang Ye bowed and welcomed them into the inn.

If it were before, when Wang Ye was still the cult leader, he wouldn't have to do this.

But now, for the sake of business, he had to.

"Three rooms for three of us."

Inside the inn, a man handed a small ingot of silver to Wang Ye.

"Sure thing!"

Seeing the silver, Wang Ye's heart rejoiced, and he said, "Gentlemen, we have excellent wine here. With the continuous autumn rain, why not have a pot to drive away the damp cold?"

"Alright, bring us a jar of huadiao wine, and cook two small dishes, and two pounds of mutton!"

One of the men spoke after hearing Wang Ye's words.

"Sure, I'll go prepare it right away."

At this moment, Wang Ye responded and kicked Ah Ji, who was still dozing, awake: "Sleep, sleep, all you do is sleep. Take these gentlemen to the upstairs rooms to rest!"

"You be quick, if you delay these gentlemen, I'll dock half a month's pay from you!"

"Okay!"

Ah Ji, woken up by Wang Ye, came to his senses, and said dully, "Gentlemen, please follow me!"

As he spoke, he led the men upstairs to the rooms.

"Brat!"

Looking at Ah Ji, Wang Ye said softly.

At the same time, he took out the silver ingot the man had given him, weighed it in his hand, and secretly rejoiced, "Twenty taels of silver, this deal is a big win!"

As he spoke, Wang Ye shouted to the kitchen, "Three small dishes, two pounds of mutton!"

...

After a while, the men came down from upstairs.

They took off their straw hats and raincoats, revealing their true faces.

These men had firm expressions, swords and spears in hand, eyes full of vigilance. They found a place to sit and began to eat and drink, not speaking a word.

This made the already quiet inn even more eerie.

Clearly, these men had something on their minds.

Seeing this, Wang Ye shook his head.

These rookies can't even do the most basic disguise...

"Sir..."

Just as Wang Ye was secretly lamenting the poor awareness of this generation of martial artists, Ah Ji came to his side and whispered, "These people are not normal!"

"What's wrong?"

Hearing this, Wang Ye raised an eyebrow and asked lazily.

"Just now, when I led them to the rooms, I noticed they were very vigilant, and their chests were bulging with something unknown, and they had a smell of blood. These people must be..."

At this moment, Ah Ji said mysteriously.

"Stop!"

Before Ah Ji could finish, Wang Ye interrupted, "Have you forgotten the rules I taught you? Do your job properly, don't meddle in the guests' affairs, and don't ask questions. If you offend the guests, I'll beat you to death, you brat!"

"But..."

Hearing Wang Ye's words, Ah Ji wanted to say something more.

However, Wang Ye didn't give him the chance.

"But what nonsense!"

At this moment, Wang Ye gave Ah Ji a knock on the head: "Why are you so idle? If a dung cart passes by the door, are you going to taste it with a spoon?"

"Let me tell you..."

At this moment, Wang Ye was about to start a long lecture to educate Ah Ji.

"Lu Changtian, do you really think you're safe?"

Just then, a cold snort came.

Looking in the direction of the voice, a man wearing a straw hat walked into the inn, looking at the men eating and drinking, and sneered, "Hand over the item if you know what's good for you, or don't blame me for being ruthless!"

This man wore a black robe under his straw hat, and the moisture on his raincoat couldn't hide the killing aura emanating from him!

"Hmph, you're like a dog's plaster, never done!"

Hearing this, a burly man drew his long sword and sneered, "Unless I'm dead, it's impossible!"

"Good!"

Hearing this, the black-robed man snorted and said, "Since that's the case, I'll grant your wish!"

"Come out!"

Rustle!

With the man's command, eight black-robed men instantly broke through the windows, surrounding Lu Changtian and his group in an instant.

The large inn was suddenly filled with tension!

"Gentlemen!"

At this critical moment of tension, an out-of-place voice came from the side: "Our inn is small and has little profit. If you want to fight, please do it outside, okay?"