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Chapter 433 - 2 Li Guanyi’s Martial World_3

Chapter 433: Chapter 2 Li Guanyi’s Martial World_3

He noticed a group of people across the room; there were five of them, dressed in a way that clashed with the poverty of the town, all carrying swords and knives. They had large servings of fish and meat on their table, likely having devoured the tavern’s entire stock. As Li Guanyi and the Qilin were eating, their gazes briefly wandered over.

Martial Artists from the Martial World.

Li Guanyi had seen many such things over the past eight days.

However, this time, the Mystic Turtle Dharma Form suddenly appeared on Li Guanyi’s shoulder.

Then the creature turned its head and locked eyes with Li Guanyi, its mung bean-sized eyes gleaming with light.

Its four claws paddled through the air as if swimming, and then it flew over.

Li Guanyi was surprised and had not expected that there was an existence here that could pique the Mystic Turtle’s interest? The Mystic Turtle Dharma Form quietly landed on that table, and even without opening his Eye Acupoint, Li Guanyi could hear everything clearly.

"This Taoist, what’s his background? Looking at his sword, isn’t he here for the conference too?"

"Don’t know, he looks young. Even if he has some martial arts skills, what of it? It’s his cat that seems quite spirited."

The long-haired cat gnawing on a pig’s trotter let out a purring sound, seemingly quite pleased with itself.

Li Guanyi listened quietly, reaching out to scratch the cat’s head.

The Qilin comfortably shook its head.

The way to play with a young Qilin, secretly transmitted by General Xue, was the reason Li Guanyi and the Qilin’s relationship had rapidly improved.

Initially quite haughty and unapproachable, it later became more indifferent.

Li Guanyi quietly listened to the conversation at the other table: "Indeed, the weasel I keep is also an exotic species, capable of killing leopards and tigers, and having the courage to fight a fierce tiger. Yet, when that cat arrived just now, it froze there, not daring to move."

"When I tried to touch it, it was so scared that it turned around and bit at me; if I hadn’t been quick, it would have made several large holes in my hand. My Exotic Beast may rank at the bottom of the list, but that cat must be in the top hundred of the Exotic Beast rankings at least."

"Seeing that this Taoist is young, why don’t we strike early? By the time we reach Zhenbei City, during the Qilin Hunting Conference, we can give this cat to the manor owner. It would be good for the owner to establish a relationship with the most beautiful woman in Martial World, to bask in her grace."

Li Guanyi’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The Qilin’s ears flickered.

The Mystic Turtle lay on that man’s head, listening intently,

"Big brother, Zhenbei City should be close now, right? I’ve heard that many have come for this conference. A Qilin is, after all, one of the top five Divine Beasts in the world. The world is in chaos, and capturing a symbol of good fortune like this is definitely a lucrative trade."

"This has nothing to do with us; it’s all the work of significant figures. Remember, once there, shout more and fight less, it’s better to be beaten black and blue than to cause trouble. And keep your pants on, the waters of the Martial World are muddy!"

"Spear Madman himself is already a highly skilled Martial Artist, and with the Qilin, many famous fighters from Martial World have come, including the Sect Master of the Sky-reaching Sect from the Northern Domain of Great Chen, the Lord of the Seventy-two Linked Villages, the Angry Scale Dragon King, the elder of the Kunlun Sword Sect from Kunlun Mountain, and Nu Jianxian, are all coming."

"Also, that old devil from the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect, heh, wealth moves the heart, and Qilins even more so. Brothers, remember, the grand figures of our Divine Beast Manor are well-known skilled fighters in the Martial World. As for us brothers, we’re just here to make a living, just get by."

"Go, grab that cat. Don’t use knives, just beat it up is fine."

"People like us, just walking through the Martial World should be steady."

As these Martial Artists were speaking about the Divine Beast Manor.

The Mystic Turtle Dharma Form turned around, its mung bean-sized eyes almost glowing.

Looking at Li Guanyi and then flicking its head towards the Qilin.

It meant that the Divine Beast Manor had something useful for the Qilin.

The Qilin licked its lips, and as Li Guanyi continued to eat noodles, he thought about those well-known figures and felt the Mystic Turtle was very useful. He had no interest in mingling with these people, and once he found his Aunt and Shaking Light, he would immediately go to meet Murong Longtu, the Grandpa.

However, many things in the world are troublesome.

The young Taoist was eating noodles when two large, burly men approached. They slammed their hands on the table, causing the chopsticks to clatter loudly, then they threw down three Copper Coins and said: "We’re buying this cat!"

"There’s your money!"

With that, they reached out to grab the Qilin.

Li Guanyi quietly sipped his noodle soup, pondering.

What exactly is the Martial World?

There always seems to be someone looking for trouble, grudges, treasures, or fights just passing by.

After opening the Eye Acupoint, the world seemed to slow down when he made a move.

The Shopkeeper’s panicked expression slowly unfolded; the youth had already struck, bending two outstretched hands with two chopsticks, then with a spin of his body, he kicked out, and two more martial artists from the Divine Beast Manor lay on the ground.

Just as Elder Xue had said, having entered the realm, one could lead a respectable life in a small town.

The Second Layer Heaven consisted of the strongest group in a small county town, while the martial artists of the Third Layer Realm, common sect leaders of the Martial World, were just so, capable of opening their doors to disciples, securing the reputation of their sect.

Li Guanyi was no longer someone who could be bullied at will.

With a flick of his wrist, he covered the face of the big brother with noodle soup; a simple trip with his right foot sent this wanderer of the Martial World crashing down, the sword fell, touched an acupoint on his body with its sheath, and left him numbly sprawled on the ground.

The youth stood up, picked up his sword, and skillfully took the martial artists’ money pouches.

He left them enough to live on to prevent these fellows from resorting to evil deeds without food or drink.

He threw them out of the restaurant one by one.

Picking up his sword, he ordered a gourd of rice wine.

The youth extended his hand, placing copper coins on the table, and said softly:

"For the meal, and the table just now."

He picked up the wine jug and walked out, the ox cart was quietly there; one of the thrown-out martial artists, irritated, picked up a stick and swung it toward the youth’s back, but for some reason, the stick flew away, and he again tumbled down disheveled.

Li Guanyi threw the wine gourd onto the ox cart, then untied the cart, leaped lightly, laying on his back atop the cart, golden straw flew about, comfortably, the Qilin lay on his head, its paws pressing on the youth’s eyes, which he lifted.

What exactly is the Martial World?

Li Guanyi pondered.

It is unreasoned strife, masters chasing fame and fortune, ordinary martial artists seeking a safe life, and also innkeepers who always find their taverns demolished, deep-rooted feuds, adventurous sword fights, or perhaps, just the liquor.

The youth picked up the wine gourd, the rice wine was mild and refreshing.

The horizon melted into a golden sunset.

It is the sunset, the ancient roads, the creaking ox cart.

It is me.

The youth laughed.

The Martial World is just like this, Shuangtao.

......

The world’s events are always one wave after another; in a seemingly distant small town, there was a schoolteacher, who arrived here ten years ago and had never left since.

One day, a bird brought a letter, which his student helped to receive.

Although the teacher rarely ventured out, he still had friends, such as a big monk named [Zhi Ge], who had visited him many times and often wrote letters.

Is it a letter from [Master Zhi Ge]?

He thought, glanced at it, but saw an unfamiliar name.

It seemed like a fierce gust of wind.

[Yan Xuanji]!