Handling It

"I'm sorry, since you can't recognize reality and even dare to threaten me with the imperial court, I assume that after I let you go, you'll report me to your superiors and cause me trouble."

"In that case, I'll have to silence you."

Yang Qingyun wiped the blood from the long saber in his hand, looking at the three headless corpses in front of him, and thought to himself expressionlessly.

At this moment, Seeing Yang Qingyun swiftly kill Zhao Qing and then dispatch three constables, the three people not far away gasped in shock. Wang Xiaoshi, who had practiced martial arts, felt even more horrified.

Wang Zhu and the mountain villager were terrified by Yang Qingyun's swift killing of people from the imperial court, their hearts filled with dread.

Wang Xiaoshi, however, was deeply awestruck by the terrifying strength Yang Qingyun displayed.

"The terrifying aura that Zhao Qing's squad leader unleashed earlier, tearing the air with his bare hands and creating sonic booms, is undoubtedly the fearsome power possessed only by Viscera Refining Realm martial artists!"

"Even a Viscera Refining Realm martial artist was killed in the blink of an eye!"

"Young Master's strength is truly unfathomable!"

Wang Xiaoshi's face was filled with shock.

As the only one among the three who had practiced martial arts, he understood the gap between Martial Path Realms even better than his father, Wang Zhu.

In his childhood, despite the ridicule of the villagers, his father Wang Zhu had gone through great lengths to send him to an ordinary martial arts school in town to work as a handyman.

While working at the martial arts school, he witnessed people coming and going. He learned that in Huangshi Town, anyone who could cultivate Blood Essence and reach the Martial Arts Entry Realm could be called a martial artist.

Whether in the martial arts school or in the outside world, such individuals would earn the respect of many others!

And those who reached Late Entering the Realm and above were considered experts in Huangshi Town.

For example, Zhou Weilong, the master of Weilong Martial Arts School, had made quite a name for himself in Huangshi Town with his Peak of the Entering Realm cultivation. This had allowed Weilong Martial Arts School to become the top martial arts school in Huangshi Town within just one year!

Most of the renowned martial arts school masters in town, after years of cultivation, were only at the Mid-to-Late Entering Realm.

As for the Viscera Refining Realm, They were considered supreme figures!

They were beings spoken of in legends, unattainable by ordinary people like them!

It was rumored that within the entire Huangshi Town, there were no more than five Viscera Refining Realm martial artists.

The Black Tiger Gang alone accounted for two of them.

Their Gang Leader, Shi Meng, was the strongest among the martial artists in Huangshi Town!

With his terrifying Viscera Refining Realm strength, he could essentially do whatever he pleased within the entire Huangshi Town, truly a local overlord!

The other Viscera Refining Realm martial artists were also powerful figures who dominated their respective territories and built extremely vast fortunes!

Their reputations were widespread!

Yet, such a powerful expert was effortlessly killed by Yang Qingyun with a single saber strike!

He couldn't help but wonder, What terrifying level had Young Master Yang's strength reached!

At this very moment, Yang Qingyun in front of him gave him a sense of mystery and unfathomability.

He even lowered his head, not daring to look Yang Qingyun directly in the eye.

"No wonder my father sent me to the martial arts school to work for so many years, and I learned nothing. Young Master only taught me for a few days, and I've already sensed Blood Essence and am on the verge of reaching the Martial Arts Entry Realm."

"Young Master's strength is on an entirely different level compared to those people in town!"

"It's a stroke of luck that my father has some connection with Young Master, allowing me to learn martial arts by his side. Although Young Master hasn't agreed to take me as a disciple, being able to receive his guidance is already a tremendous fortune for me!"

"I must seize this opportunity!"

Wang Xiaoshi clenched his fists.

Yang Qingyun was naturally unaware of the many thoughts running through the minds of the three, and even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care.

At this moment, his gaze swept over Wang Zhu and his son.

Finally, it landed on the mountain villager.

The moment he met Yang Qingyun's gaze, the mountain villager felt as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over his head. His heart turned cold, and boundless fear arose.

He quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly to Yang Qingyun.

"My lord, spare me! My lord, spare me!"

The mountain villager trembled like a sieve.

"Get up. I am not a bloodthirsty person."

Yang Qingyun said calmly.

Speaking of which, this mountain villager had brought him quite a few benefits. The Spirit Ginseng he had obtained earlier and the great harvest from this trip were largely due to this person's contribution.

Ungrateful and abandoning others after crossing the bridge was not his way.

He pondered for a moment and slowly said:

"I don't want to provoke powerful enemies like the imperial court's Six Doors for now. Logically, I should silence witnesses, but you were innocently dragged into this. I don't want to kill people without reason."

"This makes things difficult for me!"

Yang Qingyun's voice was languid.

It seemed to carry the implication of killing anyone who disagreed.

"Sir, this is not difficult to handle, not difficult at all!"

The mountain hunter quickly replied:

"My parents passed away, and I have no relatives here. I only have a distant cousin who makes a living at a small escort agency in Qingzhou. No one in the village knows about this."

"After this matter, I will go directly to Qingzhou to join my cousin. I'll change my appearance, and no one will recognize me!"

Perhaps it was the life-or-death crisis that made the mountain hunter's words much more organized.

"And even if I'm caught by the authorities, I will absolutely refuse to implicate you or this matter."

"After all, as the saying goes, yamen doors always open south, and if you have reason but no money, don't come in. The yamen has never been a place for reasoning. If I implicate you, I'll likely be charged as an accomplice in harming an official, and my end will be the executioner's block, becoming a feather in the cap of those corrupt officials."

"You are quite clear-headed."

Yang Qingyun looked deeply at the mountain hunter on the ground.

This mountain hunter seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. His skin was tanned dark from climbing mountains and traversing forests. It was not unreasonable for someone so young to be able to make a living in these mountains.

But to speak with such coherence, Yang Qingyun didn't care whether it was innate or due to an exceptional family education.

"However, there is one thing you might have misunderstood."

The mountain hunter's heart tightened.

He heard Yang Qingyun's calm voice continue:

"Actually, I am not afraid of the Six Doors. Even if the matter is exposed and I'm declared a fugitive, I can change my appearance and travel the martial world incognito. It would be difficult for even them to track me. No matter how great the disaster, I can just find a mountain gully to hide in for a few years. In such a vast world, for the Six Doors to find someone would be like searching for a needle in a haystack."

"I merely dislike trouble."

"So, even if you pledge allegiance to the court, even if a court official guarantees you if you report me, the harm to me wouldn't be as great as you imagine."

"However, for those who dare to betray me, I will never grant them a merciful death!"

"Do you understand?"

Yang Qingyun's words gradually became sharp, finally turning chilling.

The mountain hunter's heart tightened.

"Sir, don't worry, that will never happen!"

"Mm."

Yang Qingyun nodded. A thought suddenly occurred to him, and he asked:

"By the way, what is your name?"

"I am Ye Ping."

"Ye Ping? A good name."

Yang Qingyun repeated it softly, his voice languid, seemingly with hidden meaning.

This made Ye Ping feel dry-mouthed and apprehensive, as if something unexpected had happened.

Fortunately, Yang Qingyun did not go back on his word.

He took out a hundred tael silver note from his embrace and handed it to him.

"Here is a hundred tael silver note. Take it and leave. Don't let me see you within the vicinity of Huangshi Town again."

Ye Ping accepted it, feeling somewhat flattered.

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"

"Go!"

Yang Qingyun waved his hand dismissively.

Ye Ping tucked the silver note into his embrace, quickly stood up, and disappeared into the forest.