Getting Rich Overnight

The silent street lay under a sweeping cold wind.

Clang!

A thunderous blast erupted without warning, and the two Stall Owners could barely keep hold of their swords.

A powerful Momentum rose from the saber-wielding Black Robe, as though he had become a different person.

Then, streams of Magnificent Qi surged from his body, instantly becoming the night's only dazzling splendor—sharp and carrying a bone-piercing chill.

This sudden turn made all three men, who had been preparing to surround and kill him, shudder.

"Saber Qi!"

The two Stall Owners were greatly shocked, their voices trembling.

"We're done for. We've run into a real master—disaster is coming." The Stall Owner of the Still Autumn Technique began backing away.

At that moment, the Second in Command, who had charged in with an imposing presence, abruptly halted. Almost on instinct, he swiftly retreated.

As the saying went, he came quickly and left just as quickly. Seeing the situation take a sharp turn for the worse, this Eighth-Rank powerhouse made no attempt to linger, wanting only to flee the battlefield and return to his lair.

But when Saber Qi emerged, it was earth-shattering, crossing a hundred meters in an instant. No matter how fast the Blood Gang's Second in Command ran, how could he outrun Saber Qi?

Clang!

The chill closed in, and the Second in Command immediately raised his full strength to defend himself.

In Jiang Ping's eyes, a crystalline outer layer enveloped the man's body, seemingly airtight and indestructible.

"Eighth Grade Skin—impervious to blades and swords!" His brows rose.

The man was displaying the might of an Eighth-Rank Martial Artist.

However.

Under the sweeping Saber Qi, that steel-like skin, beautiful as jade, cracked apart in an instant.

The Blood Gang's Second in Command no longer possessed his earlier calm. Panic filled his face as he said, "I am the Blood Gang's Second in Command. Spare my life, and I will repay you with a generous reward."

Four or five streams of Saber Qi answered him, closing in from all sides with an even fiercer assault.

No matter how this Eighth-Rank Martial Artist dodged, he could not match the nimble swiftness of the Saber Qi.

In the blink of an eye, This person was covered in wounds, looking as though little life remained in him.

Not far away, Jiang Ping coldly watched the scene as he controlled the Saber Qi.

Since they had chosen to make him their target for robbery and murder, they should have been prepared to be killed. Wasn't it a little too late to beg for mercy now?

As for the trick of announcing one's background, they were all people of the martial world. There was no need for pointless struggling.

"Ah—!"

Regret tinged his scream. The Second in Command's eyes revealed fear of death, along with a hint of pleading.

But Jiang Ping remained unmoved. Watching the Eighth-Rank powerhouse being ravaged, a satisfied smile surfaced on his face.

This Saber Qi truly was incomparably powerful. Head Escort Liang had not lied—once Saber Qi emerged, even an Eighth-Rank Martial Artist could be slain!

Once most of the Second in Command's life force had drained away, Jiang Ping turned to look at the two Stall Owners, a hint of mockery appearing in his gaze.

Cold sweat streamed down the two Stall Owners' faces, yet they did not take the chance to flee while Jiang Ping dealt with the Second in Command.

It was not that they did not want to run—it was that they could not outrun the Saber Qi!

The two of them sighed inwardly. Who could have imagined that the target they had casually picked tonight would be a fierce tiger who wielded Saber Qi?

With such strength, such blade technique, he would have been a renowned figure throughout Yang City. Why wear a Black Robe and a mask?

Wasn't that deliberately misleading people?

"Senior, you were fishing for lawbreakers," the Stall Owner of the Still Autumn Technique said bitterly, believing Jiang Ping had done this on purpose.

"Senior, spare my life. I am willing to offer you everything I have earned in my lifetime." The other Stall Owner revealed his desire to live.

Boom!

Jiang Ping said nothing. He only wanted to end the battle quickly.

The Saber Qi instantly pierced through the two of them, and the battle came to an end.

"People are coming."

At that moment, Jiang Ping heard movement from afar, and his expression changed slightly.

But he did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he searched the three corpses for a moment before oiling his feet and slipping into the night.

Jiang Ping did not linger, much less pretend to be a passerby and return to the scene.

He wound through the silent alleyways, turning again and again. Only after confirming that no one was following him did he finally let out a sigh of relief.

After changing back into his normal clothes, Jiang Ping headed toward the Escort Agency.

Before long.

Firelight dyed the silent street red. Beside the three corpses, many constables holding torches appeared.

After a brief inspection, the constables reported to the Square-Faced Man in plain clothes, "Reporting to Lord Zhao, the identities of all three have been confirmed. Two are wanted bandits, while the other appears to be the Blood Gang's Second in Command."

"Oh?" A flicker of surprise crossed the Square-Faced Man's eyes. He immediately walked over to the Second in Command's corpse.

After a moment, he nodded. "He is indeed the Blood Gang's Second in Command."

Who did this? the Square-Faced Man wondered.

The Second in Command had been an Eighth-Rank Martial Artist. Whoever had killed him was either one of the foremost experts among the Eighth Rank or a Seventh-Rank powerhouse. Even in Yang City, this was no small matter—there would surely be an uproar.

"Hm?"

At that moment, several constables examining the body touched the wound and instantly shuddered, their expressions changing dramatically.

"What is it?" Zhao the Registrar turned sideways.

"My lord, this wound is bone-piercingly cold," one of the constables cried out.

"Bone-piercingly cold?"

Zhao the Registrar raised a brow and immediately touched the Second in Command's wound. He swiftly withdrew his hand and said in a low voice:

"Saber Qi. Flying Snow. Zhu Yue of the Four Seas Escort Agency!"

As if recalling something, he placed his hand over the wound again. After a moment, the man's brow furrowed deeply.

"That Zhu Yue's Flying Snow Saber has likely reached perfection. Among the Eighth Rank, he is invincible!!"

Elsewhere.

After Jiang Ping returned to the Single House, he shut the doors and windows tight, then pulled a pile of items from his clothes.

Clang!

Broken silver fell onto the table with a cheerful clinking sound, and Jiang Ping found it especially pleasing to the ear.

These were his spoils of war. The broken silver alone amounted to more than fifty taels, including the money he had spent to buy his cultivation method—what had been lost was now regained.

Of course, that was not the greatest gain from this journey.

Jiang Ping laid several booklets on the table one by one, along with eight Silver Notes, each worth a hundred taels.

He had become rich overnight!

His heart raced, his hands trembled, and the smile on his face simply would not fade.

Jiang Ping had been worrying over silver not long ago. Who would have thought that a single trip to the Black Market would net him eight hundred taels outright?

"No wonder these bandits love killing people and stealing their goods. This really is the most profitable business!"

He was almost tempted to become a bandit himself.

Of course, temptation was one thing; Jiang Ping remained clear-headed. Bandits were hated and hunted by all, and his current life was quite comfortable.

Besides, with this silver, he would not have to worry about money for a long time to come.

"I once nearly fell into desperate straits over eight taels of silver. Now, with eight hundred taels in hand, those impoverished days are gone for good."

Jiang Ping was somewhat dazed. The hardships of his former poverty still stood vivid before his eyes.

He tucked the Silver Notes back into his clothes and looked toward the booklets on the table.

Two Eighth-Rank cultivation methods: the Still Autumn Technique and another Eighth-Rank method from a different Martial Arts Hall.

"I'll focus on the Still Autumn Technique and browse the other one in my spare time, using them to verify each other."

After setting the two books aside, Jiang Ping picked up the remaining three classic books.

"Riding the Wind Sword!" Jiang Ping looked at one of them, his brows lifting slightly. He remembered that this sword art belonged to the Four Seas Escort Agency's rival, the Chenfeng Bodyguard Agency. Every escort under its banner cultivated Sword Radiance, and their swift swords had stunned all of Yang City.

"Not bad." He nodded faintly and thought, I revealed the Flying Snow Saber this time. They've probably already traced it afterward. Though they won't suspect me, it will still draw the escort agency's attention. Their higher-ups may even conduct an internal investigation.

So it would be best to reveal this blade art less often from now on. This sword art has arrived at just the right time—I'll rely on it in the future!

I'll face enemies with the Riding the Wind Sword. No matter how much I expose myself later, they won't trace it back to the Four Seas Escort Agency. With the Chenfeng Bodyguard Agency drawing all the attention... hehe, I really am a genius!