What a Surprise, What an Accident

In the first-floor tavern across the street, Ning Chuan sat alone at a table piled high with dishes, eating with gusto.

"So satisfying, damn satisfying!"

Ning Chuan put down his chopsticks, patted his belly, and felt an infinite sense of contentment.

Having lived two lives, this was the first time he knew how satisfying it felt to be full!

A large pile of empty plates sat on the table, each one gleaming with oil, cleaner than a dog's bowl.

The innkeeper and the waiter watched from the side, dumbfounded.

After paying two taels of silver for the meal and asking the innkeeper for directions to Ning Family Village, he left with his millet.

"Farewell, honored guest! We welcome you back next time!"

The innkeeper's face broke into a smile like a chrysanthemum. He and the waiter escorted Ning Chuan far out, still enthusiastically waving at his retreating back.

This reminded Ning Chuan of the scene when he left the foot massage parlor in his previous life; the girls had shouted the same thing: "Handsome guy, take care! Come back next time!"

Leaving Qingshi Town, he walked west for about two miles and entered a small grove of trees.

Ning Chuan found a large rock and sat down, saying to the space behind him:

"Come out. You've been following for a long time; you must be tired!"

A rustling sound came from the surroundings, and nine burly men in hempen clothes leaped out from the woods. Each held a large saber, and with sinister grins, they surrounded Ning Chuan.

"Kid, surprised, aren't you? Unexpected, right!"

One of the men in hempen clothes said smugly. He was one of the two who had guarded the gate during the day, and he had already planned how he would deal with Ning Chuan later.

"Captain Ning, it's this brat. He has over ten taels of silver on him."

Another hempen-clothed man bowed to Ning the Flayer behind him.

He then turned back and pointed at Ning Chuan, shouting:

"Kid, hand over your silver obediently, and leave a thigh behind. We'll let the matter of you kicking us around earlier slide."

A playful smile appeared on Ning Chuan's face:

"Oh, you want to take my silver and my thigh? You'll have to ask if the iron rod in my hand agrees."

Village Chief Ning the Flayer walked out, hands behind his back. His sole focus was on making money, and at this moment, he saw Ning Chuan as a shining piece of silver.

Ning Chuan was a head taller, his muscles bulging, a stark contrast to a few days ago. Ning the Flayer didn't recognize him and couldn't have imagined it.

"Oh, you have quite a bit of courage, kid. What a shame! You've offended the Joint Defense Camp!" Ning the Flayer said.

Seeing his enemy, Ning Chuan's eyes reddened again. He said coldly:

"Offended your Joint Defense Camp? I'd like to ask, what exactly does your Joint Defense Camp do?"

Ning the Flayer sneered, "Naturally, we resist bandits and protect the peace of the people!"

Ning Chuan's face was filled with mockery as he asked:

"Then how do you explain your previous collusion with bandits and preying on the villagers? And what are your intentions now, blocking the road and robbing civilians?"

Ning the Flayer's smile froze on his face, and his heart suddenly panicked.

How does this kid know about my collusion with bandits?

No, this is too big. It absolutely cannot be exposed!

This kind of thing could be done in secret; everyone knew it, but it absolutely could not be brought to light. If it were, he would become a public enemy.

He turned to look at the Joint Defense Camp members who had come with him. Several of them were already looking at him with suspicion.

"Nonsense! Beat him to death!"

Ning the Flayer waved his hand and said with a sinister grin.

Upon hearing the order, the nine burly men charged like wolves. Their sabers stabbed and slashed, attacking Ning Chuan fiercely.

Ning Chuan stood still. He wasn't afraid of these ordinary people who were only at the early stage of Body Tempering Realm.

A series of clanging sounds rang out. After nine crisp noises, the nine burly men stood frozen in place, their faces filled with horror.

Their steel sabers struck Ning Chuan as if hitting a steel plate, numbing their hands. One of them, using too much force, dropped his long saber onto the ground.

An eerie silence fell over the scene. Several of the burly men, their knife tips still embedded in Ning Chuan, broke out in a cold sweat. Their backs were instantly soaked.

"Run!"

Someone, unable to hold back any longer, shouted and threw away their saber, turning to flee.

"Trying to run? Too late!"

Ning Chuan's iron rod swept across in a sudden circle. After a series of cracking sounds, eighteen broken legs lay on the ground. The nine burly men fell, their screams echoing.

"Ah, my legs! My legs!"

The piercing screams echoed through the woods, startling birds into flight.

Ning Chuan, annoyed by the noise, swung his rod again. Silence finally fell.

Ning the Flayer was terrified. The saber in his hand clattered to the ground. He stood stunned for a few seconds before reacting.

He encountered a Warrior!

With a thud, he knelt on the ground, banging his head repeatedly.

"My lord, spare my life! I was just blinded by greed. Please, for the sake of my elders and my children, let me go like a fart!"

Fear made Ning the Flayer put on an act, exceeding his usual performance. He cried with all his might, his words filled with genuine emotion, snot and tears streaming down his face.

At this moment, he was just a terrified old man, looking incredibly pitiful.

If it were someone else, they might have felt pity, softened their heart, and let him go.

But Ning Chuan knew him inside and out. This man was not only rotten to the core but also colluded with bandits, preyed on the villagers, and committed heinous crimes that could not be forgiven!

Birds of a feather flock together.

The members of the Joint Defense Camp who associated with him were definitely no good either. Ning Chuan killed them with a clear conscience.

Squelch. An iron rod descended from the sky, piercing Ning the Flayer's thigh and pinning him firmly to the ground.

"Ah! Spare me, spare me!"

Ning the Flayer let out a tragic howl. Shit and urine had already flowed down his pants, and his words were a nonsensical jumble.

Ning Chuan grabbed the hair on the back of Ning the Flayer's head and lifted his face.

"Ning the Flayer, look closely at who I am?"

Ning the Flayer stared intently at Ning Chuan.

At first, he was confused. After a few breaths, it was as if he remembered something. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he muttered to himself, his voice gradually growing hoarse:

"Ning Chuan, you... you... it's Ning Chuan!

You're not dead?

Impossible, that's absolutely impossible!"

Ning Chuan placed his saber at his throat and said coldly:

"That's right, I am Ning Chuan, and I'm not dead!

Aren't you surprised? Aren't you shocked?

As the village chief, you colluded with bandits and robbed your fellow villagers. You deserve to die!

I'm killing you today to rid Ning Family Village of a pest. Die!"

Die!

Die!...

Ning Chuan's mighty roar echoed through the forest. He pulled his steel saber, and Ning the Flayer's terrified expression froze on his face.

"Could... it be... this... is retribution?"

He murmured softly, his vision went black, and his consciousness was swallowed by endless cold and darkness.

Ning Chuan threw down the steel saber. He felt no exhilaration of revenge, only a deep sense of dissatisfaction.

Ning the Flayer was merely a microcosm of the world's myriad evils. There would be countless Ning the Flayers in this world!

As soon as he transmigrated to this world, Ning the Flayer had taught him a valuable lesson.

It made him realize that disorder, chaos, darkness, and cannibalism were the melodies of this world.

"I can't live alone in this world forever. I will definitely get married and have children in the future. I don't want my descendants to live in such a filthy world."

"I want to become stronger and eradicate all the filth in this world. Anyone who stands in my way will be killed, with one word: Kill!"

"To change such a filthy and chaotic world, gentle means won't work. Blood must flow like a river, and the world must be turned upside down!"

Ning Chuan's heart hardened, and he stood up with gritted teeth!

"If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back with the spring breeze!"

"Since Ning the Flayer is dead, I'll be a good person one more time and send his wife and children to accompany him. The family should be together!"

"I'll also go back to Ning Family Village to bid farewell to my birthplace in this world, just to tie up loose ends!"

Ning Chuan picked up the saber, wiped it clean on Ning the Flayer's body, slung it at his waist, and headed towards Ning Family Village without looking back.

After Ning Chuan left, a man in black emerged from the woods, watching Ning Chuan's rapidly disappearing figure.

His eyes glinted with killing intent, and he whispered sinisterly:

"Ning Chuan, who is he? When did such a master appear in Qingshi Town?"

"However, whoever dares to kill someone from my Joint Defense Camp will have to pay the price, no matter who you are!"

This person was the Captain of the Joint Defense Camp, Qu Yingchun.

He had intended to act but hesitated when he saw Ning Chuan's ferocity.

Killing doesn't always require one's own hands.

When a leader kills, they don't need to get their own hands dirty!