CHAPTER 80: CHAPTER 79: JIANG SHI IS HERE!

The young man in the green robe nodded lightly, looking at everyone. His voice was neither rushed nor slow, yet it echoed in everyone’s ears as he spoke:

"Everyone, the opinions of Daoist Qing Song and Sect Leader Yue are precisely those of our Long Family. In the Fengzhou Martial Arts, each governs separately, which under the current chaotic world is truly unsuitable to continue. It should be unified into one, twisted into a strand, so that we can resist the tremendous pressure from all sides!"

The crowd once again began to discuss in hushed tones.

"Young Master Long, if we want to establish a Martial Arts Assembly, shouldn’t we first investigate the murder case of the Luoxia Sword Sect?"

Suddenly, someone asked from within the crowd.

Others immediately chimed in as well.

"Right, the Luoxia Sword Sect has a long-standing heritage; such a major matter cannot be overlooked!"

"If a Martial Arts Assembly is truly to be established, does it mean all sects must be unified?"

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"Everyone, rest assured. Once the Martial Arts Assembly is established, there will be no mandatory requirements on you in daily life. Only when disaster strikes, will you need to put aside your sect prejudices and gather together."

Young Master Long spoke with a calm tone and said, "As for the Luoxia Sword Sect matter, our Kunshan Long Family has indeed been investigating through various means recently. Due to my limited ability, I have specially arranged someone to draw the portrait of that youth, which is displayed here today for everyone to see!"

He signaled with his eyes to the elderly man beside him.

The elderly man, who had no beard and a pale face, nodded slightly, then immediately turned to take out a large scroll from the rear. Stepping forward, he soared into the air, casually hanging the scroll on a stone pillar in the square.

Swish!

The scroll unfurled, towering around three meters high.

The portrait showed a lean, nondescript youth carrying a massive Wolf Fang Club, seemingly with little flesh on his entire body.

Under the reflection of the firelight, the image was exceptionally clear.

The crowd immediately gasped and once again began to chatter.

"Yes, it’s him. Last time at the Luoxia Sword Sect, I saw him with my own eyes. It’s indeed him!"

"Ah, doesn’t this person look quite young?"

"Nonsense, it was said long ago that he was a teenager, but you just wouldn’t believe it!"

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Standing among the crowd, Lin Dong, the Young Master Lin, who was about to plead to Daoist Qing Song and Master Wu Hui for justice, was suddenly stupefied upon seeing the portrait, with a dull buzzing sound echoing in his mind.

"It’s him, it’s actually him... how is this possible?"

He murmured to himself.

Isn’t this the youth they encountered outside the sect’s entrance earlier?

At that time, Zhao Houcai and Zhao Feiyan even had a good relationship with the youth.

This youth really managed to annihilate the Luoxia Sword Sect all by himself?

For a moment, his heart was filled with disbelief.

But soon, an extremely bold idea flooded into his mind.

The youth had already become the public enemy of Fengzhou Martial Arts, so if he himself...

"It’s quite like, do you think it looks alike?"

Jiang Shi, still squatting at the previous stall, looked up at the huge painting and casually asked the stall owner beside him.

By now, the stall owner had been terrified, his eyes continuously darting between Jiang Shi and the painting.

He looked at Jiang Shi, then at the painting.

The more he looked, the more terrified he became, his voice trembling, "No no no... it doesn’t look alike."

"Oh? It doesn’t?"

Jiang Shi raised an eyebrow.

"It does... it does..."

The stall owner quickly changed his tune, extremely terrified.

He looked as if he had seen a ghost.

The youth in the painting, the murderer who annihilated the Luoxia Sword Sect single-handedly, was now right across from him.

He had just cursed at him, even slapped him!

This damn...

He wanted desperately to shout that Jiang Shi was there.

But he worried that before he could finish his sentence, he would be taken out first.

Jiang Shi gently shook his head, no longer dwelling on the issue, and instead looked again at the herbs in front of him, "How much are these herbs? Can they be cheaper?"

"Yes yes, no no, I give them to you for free, all of them for free."

The stall owner, in a panic, quickly spoke up.

"Wouldn’t it be bad if you gave them to me?"

Jiang Shi frowned and said, "This makes it seem like I robbed them, and I don’t like to rob things. Tell me how much it all is."

"No money, all free, really all free."

The stall owner hurriedly and fearfully replied.

"All right, twenty taels of silver will do, right?"

Jiang Shi spoke, still counted out a twenty-tael silver note from his hand, handed it to the stall owner, and then picked up the reddish-yellow medicinal herb from the stall, stuffed it into his travel bag, suddenly squeezed out a smile, and said, "By the way, you just slapped me earlier, now it’s my turn to slap you back, isn’t it?"

The stall owner was so frightened that his body went limp, nearly collapsing to the ground.

This guy’s strength is heaven-defying, he could even kill the Sect Leader of the Luoxia Sword Sect. If he slapped me, wouldn’t he cripple me?

"Hehe, just kidding you, I won’t slap you, but you must keep it a secret for me, don’t go blabbering."

Jiang Shi laughed softly.

"Okay, okay, I definitely won’t blabber."

The stall owner spoke in panic.

"Hmm."

Jiang Shi was very satisfied, looked forward once more, directly picked up his bag, and turned to walk towards the back.

Anyway, he didn’t plan to stay in Fengzhou, he had already bought ninety percent of the medicinal herbs he needed, and from tomorrow on, he would officially leave this Fengzhou Land.

No one noticed him at the moment, just the right time to leave amidst the chaos.

Just as Jiang Shi was about to turn and leave, suddenly, from within the crowd, a particularly shrill cry rang out, "I implore Daoist Qing Song and Young Master Long to uphold justice for me!"

Everyone looked over in surprise, showing odd expressions.

Only to see that Young Master Lin, Lin Dong, his face ashen, showing grief, quickly ran out from the crowd, directly towards the front, and fell to his knees on the ground, howling and crying:

"Daoist Qing Song, Master Wu Hui, Young Master Long, I am Lin Dong, son of Lin Yun from Fuyuan Escort Agency. The Gang Leader of the Money Gang, Shi Tianyi, coveted the secret treasures passed down in my Lin Family, and colluded with the local government office, killing eighty-seven members of my Lin Family, with such a towering hatred, we cannot coexist, I plead for the three elders to uphold justice!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He kowtowed on the ground, his forehead bleeding.

Everyone was once again in an uproar.

"The son of Lin Yun from Fuyuan Escort Agency? Fuyuan Escort Agency was wiped out?"

"How is that possible!"

"Fuyuan Escort Agency is renowned, well-acquainted with various major sects, Money Gang is so bold!"

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"So, a descendant of an old acquaintance!"

Daoist Qing Song’s expression changed, he said, "Young Master Lin, please rise quickly, thirty years ago, I walked the Jianghu, had some connections with your grandfather, didn’t expect that after so many years, Fuyuan Escort Agency would also be slaughtered."

"The eighty-seven Lin family members died unjustly, woooooo..."

Lin Dong wailed in grief, finally finding someone to pour his heart out.

Daoist Qing Song personally came forward, gently pulled Lin Dong up from the ground with his sleeve, saying, "Esteemed nephew, Lin Family’s matter is my matter, rest assured."

"Thank you, elder!"

Young Master Lin’s eyes were red, he wiped away his tears, feeling unprecedented calm beside Daoist Qing Song.

Suddenly, his lips trembled, he gritted his teeth, seemingly making some sort of resolution, he opened his mouth and said, "Elder, the youth on the scroll, junior...junior has seen him!"

"Hmm? You’ve seen him?"

Daoist Qing Song’s expression tensed.

Beside him, Zen Master Wu Hui, Sect Leader Yue, Young Master Long, and the white-bearded elder all looked over in unison.

"Young Master Lin, have you really seen him?"

Sect Leader Yue was the first to ask, his gaze piercing.

"Yes, just now!"

Young Master Lin gritted his teeth and said, "This young man has also infiltrated the martial arts convention, by the way, Elder Zhao Houcai with the Throat-lock Hand has a close relationship with this person!"

He turned to look towards the crowd.

The crowd was once again in an uproar, showing shock.

Many people instinctively retreated crazily, turning their eyes in all directions, fearing Jiang Shi might appear around them.

Jiang Shi has come to the martial arts convention?

What a joke!

With Daoist Qing Song, Zen Master Wu Hui, Sect Leader Yue personally presiding, does he dare to appear?

In the crowd, Zhao Houcai’s heart skipped a beat.

It’s over, I’ve been implicated!

Jiang Shi, who was walking towards the distance, also frowned, his keen hearing clearly caught Young Master Lin’s words, he couldn’t help but halt his steps, instinctively turned to look.

Betrayed me?

He said nothing, continued to walk silently towards the outside.

"Quickly lock down the venue, no one is to leave!"

Daoist Qing Song shouted, his voice old yet stirring, echoing throughout most of the Taoist temple.

Immediately, experts within the Taoist temple emerged one after another, brandishing long swords, leaping over, densely packed, directly sealing the perimeter of the square airtight.

The crowd was in an uproar, quickly drawing weapons, faces filled with apprehension.