The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 111 - 98 Long Wind Inn

Chapter 111: Chapter 98 Long Wind Inn

"Bang!"

Inside the Long Wind Tavern, a man slammed the table and stood up, clasping his fists toward all directions, and proclaimed passionately, "Fellow comrades, these bandits on Niubei Ridge are rampant, completely disregarding the rules of the pugilistic world."

"If you ask me, there are quite a few of us. We might as well join forces and kill them for good, maybe even earn a reward from the court!"

The tavern hall was filled with people from the Three Religions and Nine Sects, every table occupied, some even squatting in corners, but no one responded.

Everyone looked at him as if they were looking at a fool.

Seeing this, the man flushed with anger and cursed, "Each one of you is strong enough to ride a horse on your arm, yet so cowardly!"

"Oh my, what harsh words."

A woman carrying a Fengyang flower drum said cynically, "I’m just a woman, others might be embarrassed to speak up, but I’m not afraid of you."

"Everyone knows your Dingyuan Escort Agency suffered a huge loss, not only was your cargo intercepted, but you also lost many people. If you want revenge, go yourself, don’t take everyone else for fools!"

"Exactly!"

"The bandits are unruly, but you’re not much better!"

With the truth revealed, people around them started to mock unreservedly.

The man was so enraged his eyes turned black, "You’re all just a mob!"

His words, however, only provoked more laughter.

"Wow, that’s quite the label you’re sticking on us, isn’t it, ’lord’ from Chang’an!"

"Tsk tsk, we can’t compare to you. We are just trying to earn a hard living, if there’s trouble, we wait it out. Why risk our lives..."

For a moment, the tavern was in a noisy uproar.

In a secluded corner on the east side, Li Yan, wearing a bamboo hat, shook his head slightly, then turned to the side with a smile, "Master Zhou, are you traveling to Shangzhou as well?"

Hearing that a convoy was blocked on Qilipu Road, Li Yan and his group set out at dawn to see if there was a way over the mountains.

However, just as seen before.

The tavern gathered many people of the pugilistic world, half of them mere mortals, some were skilled, but it was a mixed crowd with disunited hearts, making it impossible to organize a crossing over the mountains together.

The only pleasant surprise was meeting an acquaintance.

It was the Spring Breeze Class of Xianyang’s Shadow Puppetry.

Master Zhou looked visibly better than before, shaking his head with a wry smile, "Thanks to Young Hero Li and Master Wang, with the Zhou Family gone, no one is forcing debts on us, we’ve taken on some jobs and gained a bit of fame."

"And so, we got a lead that there’s a big job in Shangzhou with generous pay, thinking to earn some money before the new year, we set off for Shangzhou immediately."

"Who would have thought we’d encounter this unfortunate situation. It’s for the dedication ceremony of a great family’s ancestral hall. If we miss the hour, what should we do..."

Sha Lifei beside him spoke quietly, "You are an old-timer in the pugilistic world, you arrived earlier than us, did you see what those people plan to do?"

"What can they do?"

Master Zhou laughed, "In the pugilistic world, it’s better to have one less problem than one more. Most of these people, I think, plan to wait for the bandits to finish their business and disperse before continuing on their way."

"Waiting might cost some money, but life is irreplaceable..."

Crash!

Just as he finished speaking, someone staggered into the tavern, none other than Lao Mengtou, the driver.

With injuries on his face, he hurriedly cried out, "Young Hero Li, quick, someone is trying to rob the coffin!"

Li Yan’s expression changed, he took several strides and dashed out of the tavern.

The funeral procession had stopped under a large tree a few hundred meters away as the innkeeper did not allow them closer.

At that moment, there was already a commotion there.

Several burly men were punching and kicking the porters, while one shoved aside Wang Daoxuan, trying to pry open the coffin with an iron rod.

"You bastard, have you lost your mind!"

Li Yan shouted angrily, his Hidden Energy surging under his feet.

After days of training, he had grown considerably in power, using the Hidden Energy more skillfully, able to employ it continuously.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

With back-to-back bursts of power, he hadn’t run far before he leaped forward, resembling an eight-step cicada leap, arriving beneath the large tree in the blink of an eye.

"Who are you..."

A man just turned in anger, feeling the force of the wind on his face, and then it was too late. Li Yan’s palm came striking down on his nose.

Bang!

Blood splattered, and the man didn’t even groan, fainting directly to the ground.

"He’s a practitioner!"

"We knew something was off, get him!"

The remaining few scattered, drawing their blades to encircle Li Yan.

The man about to pry open the coffin tossed the iron rod aside with a clang, drew the Guan Mountain Blade from his waist, glanced sideways with a sneer, "Bladesman, since when did you start escorting secret shipments?"

Listening to this, Li Yan quickly understood what was going on.

According to the bandit’s words, Lu Kang was drawing attention to himself, while disguising the escort agency as a decoy to protect a secret shipment back to Shangzhou.

It seemed the news had spread.

People die for wealth, birds for food. These red goods attracted not just bandits but even some bladesmen from the pugilistic world who wanted a share.

Using the coffin as cover was a common tactic by escort agencies.

These individuals were also bladesmen, clearly mistaking him for a bodyguard.

Even after figuring out the reason, Li Yan had no kind words to spare, coldly stating, "You blind fools, inside lies one of my seniors, not what you seek!"

As he spoke, a crowd poured out of the tavern to watch the spectacle.

Master Zhou scolded angrily, "You lot are blind, this is Li Yan, Young Hero Li from Xianyang City, do you think he would lie to you?"

"Li Yan, the one who brought down the Zhou Family?"

"There’s talk he’s the son of the Sick Tiger..."

News in the pugilistic world travels quickly.

Among the crowd, many from the Guanzhong region had heard about the uproarious events in Xianyang City.

Upon hearing this, the man instead laughed, "The son of Li Hu, the father pretends, the son is arrogant. He hasn’t even grown all his hair yet and is already mixing in the pugilistic world."

"Come on, let Uncle teach you a lesson."