My Silver Is Burning Your Hands?

"Steward Lin, is there some misunderstanding here?"

Seeing the pair of red-robed enforcers stop before his inn, the innkeeper immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He walked out trembling like a cicada in winter and asked in a quavering voice.

At the same time, he slipped over a tael of silver beneath his sleeve.

The innkeeper had not heard the voice of the shabby red-robed youth and had no idea what he had done to displease that sinister man.

The sinister man glanced at him, somewhat disdainfully accepted the tael of silver, and stuffed it into his robe without the slightest restraint.

Then his gaze swept toward the drinkers below.

Those rough men all sat perfectly still, and the atmosphere in the hall was terrifyingly oppressive.

At the sight of the sinister man, every one of them felt their hearts pound in terror, afraid that the slightest offense would bring a life-reaping saber crashing down upon them.

The sinister man glanced at the shabby red-robed youth beside him. The youth looked around, then shook his head.

At that moment, the sinister man bared his teeth and looked at the drinkers with contempt in his eyes.

"Get lost, all of you!"

His tone was mild, yet it carried a heart-chilling pressure that allowed no doubt.

Yet upon hearing this, everyone present felt as though a great burden had been lifted from their shoulders. Like sunlight finally breaking through a long stretch of gloomy skies, they hurried outside without stopping for breath.

In the blink of an eye, they had all vanished without a trace.

The once bustling hall became empty in an instant.

Though his guests had been driven out like rubbish, the innkeeper did not dare utter a word of protest.

After spending several years in this town, he knew all too well what methods this sinister man employed.

Defying him and being tied up and thrown into the Lishui River to feed the fish was already considered a relatively easy end.

"Which room is that brat who carried a demon beast corpse into the inn staying in?"

The sinister man turned toward the innkeeper at his side. His voice was stiff and cold as a venomous snake, making the innkeeper shudder from head to toe.

"H-He's in the Jiazi room..."

Facing this scene, he had no thought of protecting his guest's privacy. He only wanted these cold-faced Yamas to leave as soon as possible.

After hearing the innkeeper's answer, the sinister man casually beckoned behind him. Several capable fighters immediately stepped forward and, in the blink of an eye, surrounded Shen Xiu's doors and windows so tightly that not even water could pass through.

"Brat, we suspect you brought the corpse of a demon beast carrying a plague into town. Please cooperate with our investigation."

The sinister man smiled coldly. He had to admit, Old Third's trick of pinning charges on people really did feel satisfying sometimes.

There was not the slightest movement inside the room, nor any sound at all.

One of the enforcers found it strange. He leaned forward, wanting to see what was inside.

Just then, he suddenly heard a faint sound, followed by a flash of light that instantly pierced through the window paper.

A scream abruptly rang out. Everyone turned toward it and saw that the palm of a companion standing beside the window had been pierced straight through by a long saber thrust through the window.

The blade had passed directly through his palm and stopped against his chest, blood pouring forth in streams.

He screamed and tried to pull away from the saber, but the pain was so unbearable that he did not dare move backward. He looked utterly miserable.

The companions beside him instinctively stepped forward to help, only to see the long saber twist. The blade embedded in his palm widened the wound bit by bit, and his screams became even more heart-rending.

In the blink of an eye, the flesh there had become a bloody pulp, and the saber vanished at just the right moment.

The sight sent a chill through the hearts of every red-robed enforcer present.

"Brothers, take him down!"

Even as fear rose in their hearts, their indignation flared.

One man kicked open the wooden door with saber in hand and charged inside. Almost instantly, a deafening explosion erupted from within the room.

That man flew back out at even greater speed, smashing through the wooden railing behind him and crashing onto the ground. His chest had caved in, his face was bluish-green, and he lay there without the slightest hope of survival.

At the same time, the lead sinister man's face also turned bluish-green.

What he had thought would be nothing more than a routine inspection of Yang Family Town's "security" had unexpectedly led him into such a hard knot.

No matter how hard the knot was, he would make sure it stayed behind.

Just thinking of those two Black Demon Bear corpses, they had to be worth a considerable sum of silver. It had been a long time since he had landed such a large windfall.

A bunch of trash!

The sinister man gave a savage grin and strode into the room. Seeing that his opponent was merely a youth, he paused only briefly before thrusting his saber out decisively.

Before he even arrived, the saber's chilling killing intent had already surged forward like a rising tide and overturning waves.

He swore to turn that youth into another dead soul beneath his blade.

Yet when Shen Xiu saw his attack, he did not dodge in the slightest. He met it with a saber strike of his own.

In Shen Xiu's eyes, this man's aura was far inferior to his own. Naturally, he did not take him seriously.

Clang!

A violent blast suddenly erupted between them. Every stray object around their point of collision was blasted away, leaving behind a clean, empty space.

The sinister man's blood and qi churned within him. He staggered back seven or eight steps before finally dissipating the force from his opponent's blade.

Yet Shen Xiu did not move at all, retreating not even half a step. He looked utterly at ease, calm and unhurried.

The sinister man's face instantly turned dark. The astonished gazes inside and outside the inn made him feel an indescribable humiliation.

He had actually retreated!

He had actually retreated in front of that brat!

That brat deserved to die!

With a swish, saber light slashed out once more, and Shen Xiu steadily received it again.

The sinister man's expression grew darker and darker, while the movements of his saber technique became increasingly swift.

For a time, layer upon layer of saber light merged into a sheet of silver light!

Even so, he did not stop. His saber attacks poured forth one after another without cease.

His thinking was simple: he would not give his opponent a chance to catch his breath.

He admitted that the other's saber technique was formidable, and that he possessed a strange strength he could not grasp no matter how he tried. But once the other side's strength was spent, that would be his chance to turn the tables.

Yet he gradually realized that he seemed to have walked into a dead end. His opponent's attacks maintained their rapid pace without any sign of fatigue or disordered breathing.

Instead, it was he who had been continuously swinging his saber who began to feel exhaustion creeping over him, a layer of fine sweat beading across his forehead.

In the sinister man's eyes, the youth before him was exceedingly strange. Clearly, he held the advantage in both strength and initiative, yet they were still locked in an inseparable fight.

Once more, he raised his saber and slashed.

At that moment, however, his opponent did not retreat but advanced instead. After slashing out, Shen Xiu pressed in close and rammed into him from the side.

The sinister man had fought himself into a rage. Seeing this, he neither dodged nor avoided it, but slammed headlong into Shen Xiu's shoulder.

Shen Xiu immediately smiled.

The sinister man instantly sensed that something was wrong, but there was nowhere for him to evade and no time to dodge.

The instant he came into contact with Shen Xiu, he felt as though he had crashed into an unstoppable mountain.

He was like a fragile mountain bird.

Bang!

The sinister man's lean body was sent flying with the force of dry weeds and rotten wood being crushed apart.

The instant his body was knocked into the air, a blood-soaked saber lit up his pupils like dawn.

With a swish, the Hundred-Refined Saber cut through his thick body, bringing with it a dull, heavy sound.

A spray of blood burst forth, soaking Shen Xiu's chest.

Only then did the sinister man's body crash to the ground. His waist had been completely severed, blood gushing like a spring, like a pierced leather sack.

Inside and outside the inn, all was silent.

The shabby red-robed youth was completely dumbfounded.

"Is my silver burning your hands?"

Shen Xiu held his saber, blood dripping from its tip, and grinned at the youth.