Chapter 1131

Moreover, once a fight breaks out and someone gets injured, it becomes very difficult for both sides to have a calm and peaceful conversation. If reasoning can persuade the other party, Si Ming still hopes to resolve things verbally rather than physically, so that everyone can be gentlemen and get along harmoniously. He is a staunch pacifist, and fighting is very discordant. Persuading others with reason is the best way.

However, the three men opposite him clearly failed to understand his good intentions. One of them, enraged, said, "No need to ask, he's definitely a thief trying to steal medicine from Medicine King Valley. Let's capture him and send him to the torture chamber for proper interrogation!"

Before he finished speaking, he brandished the fork in his hand and struck with lightning speed, aiming for Si Ming's waist. Although this move was simple, its advantage lay in its surprise. It was launched without any warning, and ordinary martial artists could easily fall victim to it if they were caught off guard.

But Si Ming clearly didn't belong to the category of "ordinary martial artists." He held the fork between two fingers and then gently advised, "Stop. I'm doing this for your own good. With your strength, you can't stop me. In the end, I'll still meet your Valley Master. The only difference is whether it's a peaceful introduction or a fight my way in. If your Valley Master agrees to my demands in the end, then you'll have done all that for nothing, becoming like the villainous extras in a novel who get slapped in the face. You'll be injured by me for nothing, at most you'll get some medical expenses, and you'll still be judged as blind. What's the point of all this!"

"Fart!"

Upon hearing this, the guard immediately became enraged and his face turned red. However, no matter how much force he used, the fork remained motionless, as if it were fixed in space.

"Let him go!"

The other two guards, regaining their senses, immediately brandished their weapons and slashed at Si Ming's hand, trying to force him to let go.

"Sigh, I think I've made myself clear enough, why did I still have to resort to violence? Do I have to hurt you before you're willing to sit down and talk?"

Despite his grumbling, Si Ming saw that the opponent's weapon was a fork intended for grappling, and that the other two had chosen to attack his hands rather than vital areas in order to save their companion. So he decided not to hurt them. He immediately circulated his True Qi to entangle the three weapons, and then circled his hands inward to take all three weapons into his palms, forcing the opponent to drop them.

Then, he rolled and kneaded the three steel weapons in his hands like rolling colored balls, and they were quickly rolled into a large steel ball, just like soft clay.

The three of them were stunned by what they saw, and immediately realized that there was a huge gap in their cultivation levels. The other party had not meant to intimidate them, but was just telling the truth. Even if they used all their strength, they could only leave a palm print on the steel plate, which was several levels below the ability to crush iron like mud.

But Si Ming's show-off wasn't over yet. He seemed to really treat the large steel ball like clay, kneading and shaving it, until finally a thick, large steel fork appeared in his palm. He casually tossed it back, and the guard hurriedly reached out to catch it, only to be tripped by the weight of three times his weight.

"Can you take me to see your valley master now?"

"May I ask your honorable name?"

"Mad Ink Si Ming."

"So you are Mad Ink! Why didn't you say so sooner?" The three immediately dropped their hostility. "If we had known you were Mad Ink, we would never have dared to be rude to you."

"Uh, didn't I say that?"

"No," the three said in unison.

"Alright, it seems I was careless. But do you think you'd believe me just because I told you? In the end, we still have to fight it out, and the result will be the same."

Si Ming couldn't help but sigh. It's really troublesome not having the internet these days. You can't even scan your face. All you can spread is your reputation, not your pictures. And introducing yourself might not convince the other party. In the end, you still have to show off your skills.

The three guards exchanged a glance and quickly made a decision. One of them invited, "Please come with us, Mad Ink."

Si Ming noticed that while one person was leading the way, another person left from the side and quickly disappeared into the distance, presumably to inform the elders of their sect ahead of time.

The other party's cautious attitude is not incomprehensible. Medicine King Valley is in the same situation as Sword-Forging Manor. Both possess great treasures and are coveted by others. However, Sword-Forging Manor has a Void Returning Great Grandmaster Refining Realm in charge, which is enough to deter the martial arts world and force others to abide by the rules of the manor. Medicine King Valley does not have such a person, so it can only be extremely careful.

A moment later, Si Ming was invited to the main hall where VIPs were received. There were many people waiting inside. He sensed their presence and found that there were two Spirit Transformation Grandmaster in the crowd, and their cultivation levels were not weak. One of them had an exceptionally long aura and his Internal Cultivation had reached level eighteen, the same as his.

However, Si Ming took another look and found that although this Nascent Spirit Transformation cultivator was strong, he was not good at martial arts, and his True Qi was not refined enough. If martial artists were all about muscles, then he was all fat and looked particularly weak.

After thinking for a moment, he understood the reason. The other party must have relied on all kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures and elixirs to reach the level. Although theoretically, elixirs can only raise Internal Cultivation to the eighth level, the limitation of the Internal Energy Level Eight is only superficial. Its essence is related to the exploitation of potential. If you do not take any elixirs in the early stage, you can still accumulate power after advancing to the Nascent Spirit Transformation, saving the time of hard cultivation.

Of course, it is only natural to leverage one's own sect's advantages. As someone who relies on dual cultivation to break through the bottleneck of Internal Cultivation, Si Ming really had no right to mock the other party.

Besides the two Spirit Transformation Grandmaster, there were also many Quasi-Grandmaster and top experts. However, given Si Ming's current strength, these martial artists were no different from beginners, so they were simply ignored.

"We apologize for not being able to properly welcome our distinguished guests."

The Spirit Transformation Grandmaster with Level Eighteen Internal Cultivation, Qin Yueren, who was also the Valley Master of Medicine King Valley, stepped forward to greet him with cupped hands, his attitude very enthusiastic.

Si Ming cupped his hands in a polite gesture and said, "I should be the one apologizing for coming here so abruptly."

"No, no, Your Mad Ink is a hero in the war between humans and demons, and has been kind to the people of the Northern Continent. In a sense, you are our benefactor, and it is we who should thank you."

"That's right. Countless Demon General have died at Mad Ink's hands, and killing demons is saving lives. In a way, you yourself have saved countless lives."

"Our Medicine King Valley has a rule that we must respect every hero who has contributed to the Human Race. Mad Ink's arrival was too sudden, so we didn't have time to prepare a welcoming banquet. Please forgive us."

The Medicine King Valley side seemed determined to launch a "softening" offensive, hoping to get Si Ming drunk by offering him wine, making him too embarrassed to speak.

To be honest, Si Ming is easily swayed by this kind of attitude. He believes in reciprocating kindness tenfold. If it weren't for saving lives, and if it were purely for his own selfish reasons, he probably wouldn't have been able to ask for help. However, this trip is ultimately for official business, and he can't act recklessly.

"Judging from your tone, are you perhaps unaware of the Demon Emperor's reappearance, the Demon Race army's renewed invasion, and the commencement of the second war between humans and demons?"

Upon hearing Si Ming's words, the group exchanged glances. Although they were slightly surprised, it wasn't obvious; they were clearly prepared.

As expected, Qin Yueren spoke up, "Our disciples did indeed send back similar messages, but we weren't entirely certain. Now that you, sir, are here as witnesses, it seems to be true... Alas, the world is about to descend into chaos again."

Si Ming was initially taken aback, but then he understood. From the night the Demon Emperor appeared until now, it had been less than four days. Given the slow speed of information transmission in this era, it was indeed only possible to obtain such vague information. Moreover, considering the location of Medicine King Valley, which was far from human society and hidden deep in the mountains and forests, it was already quite good that they could hear such news.

Taking it a step further, the fact that the Demon Race concentrated all its forces in Nation of Valor, instead of spreading them out as they had last time, might be precisely to achieve this effect: to delay the spread of information—a strategy that was very likely devised by the Military God.

"Before worrying about others, you should worry about yourselves first. According to the latest intelligence, the Demon Race army has now left Nation of Valor and is heading towards the Su Kingdom. Moreover, judging from the direction they are heading, their forces are clearly aimed at Medicine King Valley."

Si Ming's words were like a boulder thrown into a lake, instantly creating ripples. Many people showed panicked expressions and began to discuss among themselves. After all, this was not about the safety of the people, but about their own safety, and it was difficult for anyone to remain calm.

As the Valley Master and Grandmaster, Qin Yueren's composure was undoubtedly the best. He quickly suppressed his panic and asked Si Ming for confirmation, "Is what you say true?"

Si Ming, "What's the point of lying about something like this? You can just send someone to investigate and confirm whether it's true or not."

"Why would they rather abandon the occupation of Nation of Valor than attack our sect? Is it also to seize our sect's spirit medicine?"

"That might be part of the reason, but the more important reason is to prevent the War God from recovering."

Si Ming explained that Ba Shenhuang was afflicted with a strange poison that could only be cured by obtaining the Snow Mountain Lingzhi from Medicine King Valley. He added, "Universe-Shaking Divine General is one of the few powerful individuals who can threaten the Demon Emperor's safety. The Demon Race will undoubtedly try every means to eliminate him. Therefore, we cannot allow him to recover. Attacking Medicine King Valley will not only allow us to obtain a large number of heavenly materials and earthly treasures to enhance our strength, but also cut off Ba Shenhuang's chance for a rapid recovery. It's killing two birds with one stone."

"It's because of something like this! We've actually been dragged into this by a Nation of Valor, how unlucky!"