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Dong Hongtian shook his head, about to say more, when his gaze suddenly turned toward the window.

It was the constables whom he had been chasing earlier, who were now dragging a group of filthy beggars back along the street, occasionally punching and kicking them.

“Brother Xu, please wait a moment. I’ll be right back.”

With a slap on the table, Dong Hongtian abruptly rose from his seat, leapt out of the second-floor window, and landed right in front of the constables.

“You, as court officials, ought to be arresting thieves and enforcing strict laws rather than beating and kicking beggars and refugees. What is the meaning of this?”

Dong Hongtian’s voice was extremely loud, his beard quivering with anger, his large, bell-like eyes glowering at the constables.

“Where did this stray dog come from? Scram immediately, or I’ll throw you in prison too.”

The leading constable threatened, and had it not been for Dong Hongtian’s robust build and muscles that could not be concealed by his clothes, he would have already summoned his men to subdue and bring him to the jail for a good beating to extort some money.

“I go by the name Wild Sword Dong Hongtian, and I have not changed it.”

Dong Hongtian drew his sword, sending multiple sword shadows whistling through the air, his movements as agile as a flying swallow and his strokes as fluid as running water, carrying a wild and domineering aura. The constables were unable to draw their swords in time and were knocked to the ground by the sword’s spine.

Clang!

The entire scene lasted less than two seconds; by the time the sword was sheathed once more, none of the constables could stand, all were lying on the ground groaning.

“Be more careful in the future, and don’t let yourself get caught again.”

Dong Hongtian took some copper coins from his pocket, not too many because otherwise, these young beggars wouldn’t be able to keep them safe.

“Hero, this food has been sent down from upstairs, and it’s already been paid for.”

Just then, the server ran out, handling some durable pancakes to Dong Hongtian.

Dong Hongtian looked up to see Su Jie nodding at him.

Understanding the situation, Dong Hongtian handed the pancakes to the little beggars and said, “Go on now.”

“Thank you, uncle.”

The little beggars, hugging their pancakes, ran off cautiously.

Dong Hongtian glanced at the constables on the ground, ignored them, and jumped back up to the second floor.

“Brother Dong is truly benevolent.”

Su Jie immediately offered praise and poured Dong Hongtian a cup of wine.

“I apologize for the earlier incident, Brother Xu. I can’t stand this kind of thing, but thankfully I possess some martial skills, so I can offer help when injustices arise.”

Dong Hongtian raised his wine glass to Su Jie, drank it with a hearty tilt of the head, and drained it in one go.

“Brother Dong, you are too modest. That was surely the skill of the Sixth Level of the Yunling Realm. In the realm of Jianghu martial arts, your strength is among the very top.”

Su Jie put down his cup and spoke with admiration.

The Tianyuan world is a cultivator’s realm, endowed with the magical element of spiritual energy.

In addition to the Demon Path and Righteous Sect, the major long-standing noble families holding Spiritual Mountain Blessed Lands, ordinary people who wish to access spiritual energy can also learn to fight and strengthen their bodies as a way out.

However, compared to the various mystical Cultivation Methods of the Sect, practicing martial arts was a reluctant choice when one lacked innate talent and resources, considered a less favored option.

Those in the Martial Arts community who had mastered their craft could run on rooftops and vault over walls, shatter steles and split rocks, all of which sounded quite impressive.

But compared to cultivators, because martial arts used Spiritual Energy too crudely and lacked Spirit Stones, Magic Artifacts, elixirs, and talismans, relying solely on brute force with a weapon, their combat power was a tier below that of cultivators.

In Jianghu’s Martial Arts community, having Cultivation that could reach the Third Level of the Yunling Realm was enough to be considered a first-class master and a well-known figure.

Those who could reach the Fifth Level of the Yunling Realm were amongst the legends of Jianghu, dominating one side and revered as Sword Gods or Great Grandmasters.

As for those martial artists who had broken through to the Sixth Level of the Yunling Realm, they were almost nonexistent.

With that level of talent, they would have long since joined a Sect to pursue higher Cultivation, for who would prefer martial arts over Cultivation?

Practicing martial arts was a grueling way to temper the body, only to be defeated by a cultivator’s Flying Sword in the end.

“I dare not presume, my strength is only impressive in front of ordinary people. If I really faced a cultivator, this level of cultivation wouldn’t count for much,” he said.

Dong Hongtian shook his head, quite aware of his own capabilities.

The two exchanged drinks, consuming three jugs of strong liquor and chatting spiritedly about the recent battle at Golden Sand River—Su Jie had insightful views, being someone who had experienced it personally.

Dong Hongtian, a bit tipsy, slapped his sheathed sword on the table, saying, “Brother Xu speaks well, there’s still an opportunity to strike at the arrogance of Ghost Ridge Palace. I wonder if you’re interested.”@@novelbin@@

“Oh, that sounds like a good deal. Brother Dong, you must tell me all about it,” he replied.

Su Jie, discussing Demon Cultivators and Ghost Ridge Palace, clearly displayed a look of common enmity.

With a gulp of strong liquor, Dong Hongtian pounded his chest and declared excitedly, “Most of the Ghost Ridge Palace’s slave trading ships were annihilated in the battle at Golden Sand River, but some managed to break through the blockade. These escaping Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples are surely rushing back to their base now.

Besides, upon hearing this, many chivalrous warriors in various places, under the summons of several famous Martial Arts experts, have decided to go to Green Valley Plain, blocking the return route of those Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples, intending to annihilate them in the vast wilderness.”

“Going to Green Valley Plain to block them?”

Su Jie’s eyebrow twitched. Green Valley Plain was the green meadow that served as the entrance to the base of Ghost Ridge Palace.

It was also a critical thoroughfare for entering and leaving Ghost Ridge Palace. When Su Jie had left Ghost Ridge Palace, he had passed through this plain.

It wasn’t that other places couldn’t access the territory of Ghost Ridge Palace, but the perilous zones restricted by mountainous terrain were no joke, increasing the danger substantially. Some perilous zones even caused Hidden Realm Elders to retreat definitively.

“Exactly, Green Valley Plain. Many heroic figures have already gathered there, not making it easy for those fleeing Ghost Ridge Palace Disciples.”

Dong Hongtian, full of excitement, then said to Su Jie, “Since you, Brother Xu, are also a practitioner of martial arts, why not join us and take a trip to Green Valley Plain?”

Because Su Jie’s Cultivation had broken through to the Sixth Level of Yunling Realm, giving him a clear physique, brilliant and spirited eyes, and a presence that naturally changed with his biological magnetic field, every move radiated an indescribable aura that demanded respect.

This led Dong Hongtian to mistakenly assume that Su Jie was also a practitioner of martial arts.

Su Jie thought for a moment and asked, “Aren’t you afraid of people from Ghost Ridge Palace coming out to fight, especially since they have Hidden Realm Elders inside?”

“Well, we haven’t ventured deep into Green Valley Plain. We’re still quite a distance from Ghost Ridge Palace. Besides, with the current situation, if Ghost Ridge Palace doesn’t keep a low profile and dares to show off, the major Righteous sects definitely won’t let them off easy,” he replied nonchalantly, confident in their plan.

However, he did have a point. Ghost Ridge Palace was like a country that had lost a war.

Though the battle at Golden Sand River hadn’t damaged their foundation, they likely wouldn’t start another war lightly, so as to avoid further trouble.