Dare to Come to Our House for a Free Meal?

Time flew by.

Two days passed.

Jiang Dao remained shut in his room, meditating and carefully deducing in his mind.

The reason last time's blade art fusion was so fast was because both were blade arts, sharing many commonalities.

But now, one was a staff art and the other a blade art, completely unrelated. To retain the common advantages of both was like climbing to heaven. Thus, after so many days, he still hadn't succeeded in fusing them.

Inside the room.

Jiang Dao opened his eyes, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"If I can't retain all the advantages, retaining just one is fine too..."

The fourth level of the Mad Demon Staff Art, Wrath, if it could be integrated into the Blood Shadow Soulchaser Blade, would be an extremely powerful killing move.

As for the first three levels, whether he had them or not was inconsequential to him.

With this thought, Jiang Dao closed his eyes again, deducing in his mind.

Just then, footsteps could be heard from outside the door.

Then Pang Lin's voice rang out.

"Young Master, I've gotten the blade you wanted. Take a look and see if it's suitable?"

Jiang Dao opened his eyes again, got up from the bed, put on his boots, and opened the door from the inside.

"I searched all over Fengzhou City and found this blade in a shop in the west of the city. It's said to be forged from Mystic Iron and can easily cut through iron. I even tried it myself, and it's indeed stronger than ordinary steel blades!"

Pang Lin handed a long blade wrapped in beast hide to Jiang Dao.

Jiang Dao took the blade and lightly weighed it. It was over thirty catties.

He gripped the hilt and pulled forcefully. With a clang, the entire long blade was drawn from its sheath.

The spine was thick, the edge sharp.

The blade was over half a meter long. It wasn't the normal white color, but a black hue, giving it a very ancient feel.

"A good blade!"

Jiang Dao praised, then asked, "Can it withstand the corrosive effects of potent poison?"

"That... I haven't tried."

Pang Lin gave a wry smile.

Jiang Dao observed it closely, then walked into the courtyard and casually swung it.

With a swish, the blade fiercely cleaved into a stone table, splitting off a corner.

The cut was smooth and even.

It encountered no resistance.

He raised the blade and examined it carefully.

After slicing through the stone table, the entire blade showed no signs of nicks or dulling.

While normal steel blades could also cleave stone tables, their edges would definitely become nicked or dulled.

This demonstrated the extraordinary nature of the long blade.

"Not bad, thank you for your trouble, Master Pang."

Jiang Dao said.

"You're too kind, Young Master!"

Pang Lin cupped his hands.

His respect for Jiang Dao was no longer ordinary; it was a reverence stemming from the depths of his heart.

Having witnessed Jiang Dao's skills repeatedly, only he knew what kind of power it was.

To put it bluntly, even if he trained for a hundred years, he would never reach Jiang Dao's level.

Jiang Dao's strength could only be described as "inhuman."

Suddenly, a commotion arose from outside the courtyard.

Jiang Dao frowned and asked, "What's happening outside?"

"I don't know. It sounds like... someone is causing trouble?"

Pang Lin looked puzzled.

Jiang Dao grabbed the long blade and immediately walked quickly towards the commotion.

Pang Lin also followed closely.

Even from a distance, they could hear someone shouting.

"Does the great Jiang Family not have a few taels of silver? We brothers aren't trying to rob you or anything. We're just here to borrow a few taels to tide us over. What? You're not even willing to lend a few taels? Aren't you looking down on us brothers too much?"

A rough, loud voice was shouting in the front courtyard.

"Heh heh, the Jiang Family invited so many people for a meal, but not us. Do they look down on us? Now that we've come to their doorstep, why should the Jiang Family be so stingy about a few taels of silver?"

Another sinister laugh echoed.

In the front courtyard.

Jiang Dalong's face was unsightly, his whole body trembling with anger.

Fang Biao and Wang Xing beside him were both injured, their faces deathly pale, being supported as blood trickled from their lips.

The other guards were all furious, gripping their sword hilts tightly.

"Quick, quickly go call Dao'er!"

Jiang Dalong gritted his teeth.

He absolutely never imagined that some reckless martial artists would dare to set their sights on the Jiang Family.

How could this be tolerated!

However, he also knew that it must be because he had flaunted his wealth yesterday, inviting all the prominent figures in the city to dine at the Yan Yang Tower, which had attracted the covetous eyes of some martial artists.

After all, the Jiang Family hadn't lived in Fengzhou City for many years. Now, upon arriving, they had ostentatiously hosted a banquet and spent a large sum of money, naturally drawing attention.

Reporting to the authorities at this time would be useless. These were desperate individuals. Leaving aside whether the officials could apprehend them, if they were provoked, they might resort to desperate measures, killing people.

Therefore, Jiang Dalong decided to have his son come over.

With Jiang Dao here, dealing with these petty thugs would be incredibly simple.

"Young Master, someone has come to extort us. Guard Wang and Guard Fang have both been injured!"

Before Jiang Dao could arrive, he encountered a household servant who rushed over anxiously and spoke.

"What? They're simply courting death!"

Pang Lin was furious and was the first to charge forward quickly.

Jiang Dao's expression also sank, and he sneered inwardly.

Extorting their family?

This is truly interesting!

The two quickly arrived at the front courtyard.

They saw that in the front courtyard, there were six masked men in total, dressed in night-blooming clothes, holding various weapons such as sabers, spears, swords, and halberds. Their eyes were sharp, and they stood there with faint sneers.

The six men varied in height, build, and appearance.

But from their eyes, it was clear that they were all fierce individuals.

Among them was a one-eyed man, with a knife scar running from his upper left eyelid all the way down, rendering his entire left eye blind.

"Presumptuous! How dare you come to my Jiang Family to freeload? Don't you open your dog eyes and see where this is?"

Pang Lin roared, holding a bincheng iron staff. He leaped up and directly smashed down towards one of the black-clothed men.

The black-clothed man's eyes shot out with sharp light, and he roared, "Well met!"

Clang!

The long saber in his hand was instantly unsheathed. He leaped up and directly collided with Pang Lin.

Clang!

The saber and staff clashed, sending sparks flying.

Both of them were shocked by the immense force, their palms going numb, their entire arms losing sensation.

Pang Lin's heart leaped in alarm, and he was about to change his stance. But at this moment, another black-clothed man leaped up, moving at extreme speed. With a sinister smile, he slapped Pang Lin from behind.

Pang Lin's expression changed. He couldn't react in time and was immediately struck by the palm. With a bang, he spat out blood, and his body was sent flying horizontally, crashing heavily into the distance.

"Heh heh, is this your son? Nothing special, huh? Hahahaha..."

After heavily injuring Pang Lin, the black-clothed man landed on his feet, laughing heartily.

The other black-clothed men also let out strange laughter.

Especially the one who had just held the long saber, a sinister smile on his face, said, "It seems the Jiang Family doesn't think much of us at all. We just wanted to borrow some travel expenses, and you all resorted to violence. Do you think we dare not kill? Since that's the case, I'll kill one for you to see!"

Whoosh!

His body transformed into an afterimage, lunging straight towards Pang Lin. The long saber in his hand brought with it a cold glint, sweeping directly towards Pang Lin's neck, aiming to decapitate him with a single blow.

But at this moment!

An unforeseen change occurred.

A violent gust of wind flashed by, carrying an indescribable terrifying pressure, like a wall of air, suddenly crushing down, causing the martial artist's expression to change as he felt difficulty breathing.

Then, before he could react, he saw a burly figure suddenly appear before his eyes. His eyes were icy cold and extremely terrifying. With a casual grab of his five fingers.

Crack!

The bincheng iron staff in his hand, as if made of rotten wood, was instantly shattered into dozens of pieces by the opponent's grab. The five fingers continued their momentum unabated, instantly landing on the forehead of the black-clothed man.

The black-clothed man's heart skipped a beat, and he inwardly cursed his misfortune. The next moment, with a splat, his entire forehead was gouged out by Jiang Dao, revealing the white, glistening fluid within.

Jiang Dao tossed the body aside casually. The black-clothed man's corpse flew out seven or eight meters like trash, smashing hard into a corner, thoroughly dead.

Jiang Dao's expression was cold. He flicked the blood and gore from his fingers, his gaze sharp as he looked at the remaining five black-clothed men.

"Who wants to borrow money?"

The five black-clothed men's faces changed color simultaneously. They couldn't believe it.

"Third Brother!"

"Brother San!"

They exclaimed in shock.

"Kid, you..."

The leader spoke, a mix of shock and fury on his face.