The next morning, aside from sending Niu Xianke to buy breakfast, Yan Qing did not open the Game Console again.
Speaking of which, there had been a minor interlude.
The head of the Eight Rice Martial Arts School, where Niu Xianke belonged, was gravely ill and showed no signs of recovery. Nearly all the school's disciples had fled, leaving only the head's daughter and Niu Xianke. To make matters worse, the Jiangnan Martial Arts Schools Heroes' Gathering, held once every five years, was about to begin. It was not only a stage for making a name, but also a brutal elimination tournament. To open a martial arts school in Jiangnan County, one needed a Jiang Wu Order, and the only way to obtain one was to rank among the top sixty-four at the gathering. The gathering used a five-person round-robin battle format. Although the head's daughter was a second-tier practitioner and considered quite formidable among the younger generation, she obviously could not achieve anything at the gathering on her own.
Last night, the eldest young master of Ling Dong Martial Arts School, ranked among the top five in Jiangnan County, had brought people to their door. He said they were willing to send someone to join the Eight Rice Martial Arts School as a substitute fighter, but in return, the head's daughter had to marry him and hand over the school's deed. The head's daughter refused, and the argument eventually escalated into a clash. When Yan Qing switched over to take a look, he had no idea what was happening. He only knew that a massacre was about to begin.
If the head's daughter had not clung desperately to Niu Xianke at the end, those people would have gotten more than just broken hands and legs. Yan Qing had returned