Should I cut to express ambition?

The gentle breeze rustled the willows, and the fragrance of flowers was intoxicating. It was the season of vibrant spring in the southern land.

On the official road leading to Fuzhou City, Hao Shuai, dressed in white scholar's robes and riding a white horse, galloped along, presenting a picture of dashing elegance.

To fulfill his childhood dream of riding a fine steed and wielding a sword in the jianghu, Hao Shuai abandoned using his Psychic Power to fly. Instead, he bought a white horse, spent a week learning to ride from someone, and then journeyed towards Fuzhou, enduring wind and rain. Although he felt like a great hero along the way, the hardships he faced were beyond description for outsiders.

Hao Shuai decided he would never endure such suffering again. When he had free time, he would return to the Night Shift World and have Jinguguji Narumi put some RVs and motorcycles into his spatial storage so he could use them when he needed to travel quickly.

Upon arriving in Fuzhou City, Hao Shuai casually asked a passerby for directions to the Fuwei Escort Agency and then slowly rode his horse towards it.

Before long, Hao Shuai stood before a grandly constructed mansion. On either side, two flagpoles, about two zhang high, stood in stone坛s, with blue flags fluttering at their peaks. The flag on the right had a Mighty Lion embroidered with yellow silk threads, its fangs bared and its posture fierce. The flag waved in the wind, making the Mighty Lion seem even more lifelike. Above the Mighty Lion's head, a pair of bats embroidered with black silk threads spread their wings in flight. The flag on the left was embroidered with the four characters "福威镖局" (Fuwei Escort Agency) in black, with strokes like iron and hooks, exuding extraordinary power.

The mansion's main gate was lacquered vermilion, with tea-cup-sized copper studs gleaming on its surface. A匾额 above the gate bore the four large golden characters "福威镖局" (Fuwei Escort Agency), with the smaller characters "总号" (Main Branch) written horizontally below. At the entrance, two rows of long benches were occupied by eight men in tight-fitting attire, their backs straight, exuding an air of valor.

Looking at the still imposing Fuwei Escort Agency before him, Hao Shuai knew that it had not yet been annihilated.

After observing the escort agency, Hao Shuai went to a restaurant, ascended to the second floor, ordered a table full of food and wine, and began to eat leisurely.

After finishing his meal, Hao Shuai called the waiter and asked him to confirm if the Chief Escort Lin of the Fuwei Escort Agency had returned.

After the waiter clearly stated that Chief Escort Lin had not yet returned, Hao Shuai inquired about the direction of Xiangyang Alley. He then asked the waiter to open a superior room and went in to rest.

As night slowly descended and lanterns lit up, the streets of Fuzhou City bustled with crowds.

Hao Shuai mingled with the crowd, strolling towards Xiangyang Alley. He turned left and right on the streets and, after more than ten minutes, arrived in Xiangyang Alley.

Entering Xiangyang Alley, Hao Shuai looked around like an ordinary tourist. Finally, at the end of the alley, he spotted an old house. The old house had a black door and white walls, with an old vine winding around the top of the wall. A匾额 in front bore the two large, peeling characters "林宅" (Lin Residence), indicating this was the Lin family's ancestral home.

Hao Shuai looked around, confirmed no one was nearby, and then flew directly into the old house. Following the plot, he found a small Buddhist hall in the northwest corner.

He pushed the door open and saw a mottled painting of Bodhidharma Facing the Wall hanging in the center. Against the west wall of the Buddhist hall was a very old prayer cushion. On the table were a wooden fish, a bell, and a stack of Buddhist scriptures.

This was where Lin Yuantu had retired in his later years to chant Buddhist prayers and cultivate himself.

Hao Shuai looked up along the index finger of the right hand in the painting of Bodhidharma's back. Activating his Psychic Power, he directly retrieved a red object from the beam – it was a Kasaya.

Hao Shuai unfolded the old Kasaya. He saw that it was faintly covered with countless small characters. The first sentence that met his eyes was the universally known, "To practice the divine art, one must first castrate oneself."

"This will do," Hao Shuai said, putting away the Kasaya. He resolutely decided not to read any further.

Moreover, even if Hao Shuai had wanted to read further, he wouldn't have understood it.

The entire Bixie Sword Manual was written in traditional Chinese characters, which was one thing. But damn it, it was written vertically from right to left, and in classical Chinese, without a single punctuation mark! If it weren't for the occasional small gaps between the traditional characters indicating breaks, Hao Shuai wouldn't have been able to distinguish whether these characters formed a single passage or were just a jumble of many words.

Damn it, he truly envied those seniors who had a System. They didn't have to worry about understanding secret manuals; the System would directly implant the knowledge into their brains and raise them to the highest level. Unlike Hao Shuai now, looking at the densely packed, tiny characters on the Kasaya was making his head explode.

Fortunately, Hao Shuai had no intention of practicing the Bixie Sword Manual from the start. However, he guessed that any future secret manuals he obtained would be the same. It seemed he needed to find a master to properly learn about acupoints, meridians, and other martial arts common knowledge.

Thinking that Dongfang Bai practiced the Sunflower Manual, he figured the Bixie Sword Manual might be somewhat useful to her.

After storing the sword manual in his spatial storage, Hao Shuai erased all traces and returned to the inn to rest.

In a wine shop outside Fuzhou City.

Hao Shuai, dressed in black, with a silver spear propped beside him, sat at a table, sipping wine and occasionally glancing at the innkeeper.

Anyone who knew Hao Shuai at this moment would not recognize him. He now had a square, stern face, and his entire demeanor made him look rough and burly, completely unlike his former handsome appearance.

In reality, masters of National Martial Arts who reached Hua Jin could freely control their facial muscles. Simultaneously, by controlling their bones and muscles, they could alter their height and build, though this change in height was within a certain range, making it impossible to become infinitely shorter or taller.

The reason Hao Shuai was staring at the innkeeper was not because he had changed his sexual orientation. It was because Hao Shuai knew the innkeeper was actually the traitor Lao Dean in disguise. Soon, Lin Pingzhi would return, carrying Yue Lingshan on his back.

Hao Shuai intended to change the fate of Lin Pingzhi's family. He thought Lin Pingzhi was a pitiable person, doted upon since childhood, unaware of the dangers of the jianghu. What was commendable was that he possessed a heart of righteousness and chivalry. Unfortunately, overnight, his family was wiped out, leaving him with a deep, blood-soaked revenge, and he eventually embarked on a destructive path.

As expected, after a while, a handsome young man carrying a young girl appeared, followed by two attendants.

Hao Shuai took a closer look at Lin Pingzhi. Indeed, he was handsome and refined, with clear features. No wonder he could steal Linghu Chong's girl.

It seemed that being a "face-con" was a phenomenon that existed from ancient times to the present.

Lao Dean saw Lin Pingzhi and the other three approaching and went to meet them. After a brief conversation, Lin Pingzhi sat down at an empty table nearby, with his two attendants standing behind him.

Just then, the sound of horse hooves suddenly echoed, followed by a tearing sound as two horses crashed through a tea stall and charged in.

The riders were Yu Renyan of the Qingcheng Sect and his junior disciple, who was his target for this trip.

After controlling their horses, Yu Renyan and his companion turned to leave. The seasoned actor, Lao Dean, quickly stepped forward to stop them, saying, "Two esteemed guests, you see, you two have collapsed my tea stall. How can you just leave?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Renyan kicked Lao Dean flying and cursed, "Get lost, you ungrateful cur! Who told you to set up your tea stall here? I haven't even settled the score with you yet!"

At this moment, Yue Lingshan emerged from the house. Seeing Lao Dean lying on the ground, she rushed forward to question Yu Renyan and his companion. What followed was a dialogue of a villain harassing a virtuous young lady, which made Lin Pingzhi, standing nearby, furious, and he was about to slam the table and voice his opinion.

Seeing this, Hao Shuai quickly stepped in before him. He slammed his hand on the table with a loud "bang" and simultaneously stood up, brandishing his silver spear as he walked towards Yu Renyan and his companion. As he walked, he cursed, "You bastard! How dare you try to steal my woman from Overlord Spear Tang Bohu! Don't you know I've had my eye on her for days!"

"Oh, someone else wants to play the hero? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Yu Renyan, seeing Hao Shuai's youth, said fearlessly.

"You think you can kill me? Have you asked the spear in my hand?" Hao Shuai looked at Yu Renyan with disdain.

"Then let me test your strength." Yu Renyan said, drawing his sword. His sword moved with the power of pine and the swiftness of wind, thrusting towards Hao Shuai. It was precisely the Qingcheng sect's ultimate skill, 'Pine Wind Swordplay.'

Hao Shuai remained in place, watching the incoming sword. He smiled without speaking. Without even drawing his silver spear, he flicked the sword with his index finger. Hao Shuai's Golden Bell Shield Iron Cloth Shirt had now reached great mastery. Against a trash like Yu Renyan, who didn't know how to inject internal energy into his weapon, he had no fear of being breached.

Yu Renyan felt a force transmit from his sword to his arm, making his entire right arm numb and his right hand tremble, causing him to almost drop his sword.

Hao Shuai instantly closed the distance. Before Yu Renyan could react, he punched towards his right wrist.

With a "crack," Yu Renyan's right wrist was broken and bent at a 90-degree angle.

"Ah! My hand!" Yu Renyan dropped his longsword, clutching his wrist, his face contorted in pain as sweat beaded on his forehead while he knelt on the ground.

The onlookers were stunned. All of this happened in the blink of an eye, the entire process taking mere seconds.

"Junior Brother!"

Yu Renhao shouted and quickly helped Yu Renyan up. His expression furious, he glared at Hao Shuai and said, "We are from the Qingcheng Sect. What exactly do you want?"

"The Qingcheng Sect?" Hao Shuai said, ignoring the shocked expressions of the crowd. He picked up his silver spear and with a splish, instantly pierced Yu Renyan's foot, pinning him directly to the ground.

"My foot! You—"

Yu Renyan's eyes widened as he pointed at Hao Shuai, disbelief etched on his face.

"I'm beating up the Qingcheng Sect. Go back and tell Yu Canghai that I'm waiting for him here. If he doesn't come, don't blame me for taking it out on his son. Oh, and tell him the sword manual he wants is on me." Hao Shuai fell silent after that.

Yu Renhao nodded vigorously. He didn't dare to say anything more, nor did he dare to look at Hao Shuai. He got on his horse, flicked the reins, and galloped away.