The Matter Settled, I Fling My Sleeves and Depart, Deeply Hiding My Merits and Fame

On the mountain path, the group of scarred, burly men moved at high speed, drawing ever closer to Peace Town.

They could already vaguely make out the silhouette of the small town in the distance.

"Hahaha, brothers, do you see that? That is Peace Town!"

"Beauties and grain, they are right before our eyes, hahaha..."

The scarred, burly man licked his lips, his eyes filled with greed.

But just at that moment, a figure appeared in the middle of the road ahead of them without any warning.

The stranger's action directly blocked the path of their group.

The man looked very young, dressed in a simple constable's uniform, with a strange longsword wrapped in tattered cloth tucked at his waist.

He simply stood there quietly, sweeping his gaze over the group of burly men as if he were looking at dead people.

An invisible aura emanated from his body, causing everyone present to feel a sudden palpitation.

The scarred, burly man leading the group looked at the youth who had suddenly appeared, his pupils shrinking abruptly!

A stormy sea of shock surged in his heart.

When did the other party appear?

Why, as a Martial Master, did he not sense anything at all?!

It was as if this person had popped out of thin air.

Unable to figure this out, he did not dare to act rashly.

He sensed an extremely dangerous aura coming from the other party.

This feeling was exactly the same as the one he remembered when facing a Grandmaster.

Suppressing the killing intent in his heart, he cupped his hands toward Lin Hanzhou and said in a deep voice.

"My friend, we are just passing through and mean no harm."

"If we have caused any disturbance, I hope you can forgive us. I understand your meaning; we shall leave at once."

Having said this, he prepared to order his men to turn around and take a detour.

His subordinates were very confused by their leader's decision; what was there to fear from a mere constable?

But constrained by the authority the scarred, burly man had established, none of them dared to speak up and ask at this moment.

However, at this time, Lin Hanzhou spoke.

"No need to leave. Since you have come here, then stay here forever."

His voice was very calm, yet it contained a chilling killing intent.

"This place with good feng shui is very suitable for burying you all."

As soon as his voice fell, the longsword wrapped in tattered cloth in Lin Hanzhou's hand was suddenly unsheathed.

A biting cold glint flashed before everyone's eyes.

There was no astonishing Sword Qi, nor was there any fierce sound of breaking air.

There was only the elegance and freedom unique to the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique.

Accompanied by a "swish," an invisible ripple swept toward the scarred, burly man and the others.

"Puchi, puchi," a series of dense, soft sounds followed.

Led by the Martial Master-level scarred, burly man, the heads of the dozens of bandits present were separated from their bodies at the exact same moment!

In each of their eyes, the terror and confusion from the previous second still remained.

It seemed they had not even realized their own deaths.

Immediately after, blood gushed out like a fountain from the dozens of headless corpses.

Their blood instantly dyed the entire mountain path red.

With this, this band of once-rampant marauders all died on the spot.

They hadn't even managed to withstand a single move from Lin Hanzhou.

The next moment, Lin Hanzhou sheathed his longsword, returning it to his waist.

There wasn't even a single drop of blood stained on the blade.

It was as if he had just simply drawn his sword for fun.

Afterward, Lin Hanzhou cleaned up the scene as usual.

He used his sword to carve out a huge pit in the nearby forest and buried all the bandits' corpses inside.

This could be considered their final contribution, serving as fertilizer for the flowers and trees.

After handling all of this, he returned to Peace Town once more.

He looked at this small town, where he had lived for nine years, familiar and peaceful.

Lin Hanzhou knew it was time for him to leave this place.

With the strength of the third-stage Qi Sea Realm, he now possessed enough power to protect himself in this chaotic world.

Remaining in this remote, small town no longer held any meaning.

This was something he had planned before he even arrived here.

However, before his departure, there was one last thing he had to do.

His figure flickered, and he arrived silently inside the government office where the town mayor worked.

The elderly, decrepit mayor was currently sighing in distress over the town's defense issues.

The band of marauders that had appeared recently made him feel extremely uneasy.

Those marauders were committing atrocities all over Qingzhou, specializing in attacking such remote towns.

He often feared that those marauders would come to their Peace Town, and if that happened, Peace Town would cease to exist.

For these past few days, he had been constantly pleading for reinforcements from above, yet the imperial court had shown no movement at all.

This caused the old mayor, who had believed in the Great Gan imperial court his entire life, to feel nothing but disappointment toward Great Gan.

"Could it be true, as those people say, that Great Gan is about to fall?"

The old mayor muttered to himself, his aged face etched with an indelible sorrow.

Lin Hanzhou did not reveal himself, merely watching the old man who had toiled for the people his entire life through the crack in the door.

He flicked his finger, and a surge of incomparably pure spiritual energy instantly submerged into the old mayor's body.

The old mayor's hunched frame shuddered, and he stood up abruptly from his chair.

He felt a warm current flowing through his body; his chronic ailments of many years had improved significantly in an instant, and his entire being felt invigorated.

He looked around in astonishment, but saw not a single soul.

The old mayor couldn't help but feel a sense of confusion—could his senses have deceived him?

However, just as he turned his head, he discovered that a cultivation manual had appeared on the table at some point.

This manual had no title on its cover, nor did it list an author.

This manual was the Martial Master Chapter that Lin Hanzhou had specifically deduced for him, based on the techniques the mayor originally practiced.

Coupled with the surge of pure spiritual energy he had just infused, it was enough to allow this old mayor to break through to the realm of a Martial Master.

Having finished all this, Lin Hanzhou brushed off his sleeves, hiding his merit and fame, and drifted away.

If Peace Town had a Martial Master presiding over it, it would have a few more ways to preserve itself in this chaotic world.

The reason he helped the old mayor was because he saw that the man was upright and loved the people like his own children.

Lin Hanzhou had been in this town for so many years and knew the old mayor's character very well.

Helping him was, in a sense, helping all of Peace Town.

This could be considered the final thing he did for the place where he had lived for nine years.

After finishing this last task, Lin Hanzhou returned to his small courtyard.

He changed into a black martial outfit he had prepared long ago, wrapped his extraordinary long sword back up with cloth strips, and slung it across his back.

On this day, Lin Hanzhou quietly left Peace Town without saying goodbye to anyone.

Just as he had nine years ago, he came quietly, and now, he left quietly.

From this day on, Peace Town was missing a kind-hearted young constable.

And in the pugilistic world of Great Gan, there was one more unfathomable swordsman in black.