The Making of a Great Jianghu Hero

The neighbors in the alley also gathered together, brandishing clubs and cursing loudly.

Did these jianghu people really think knowing a bit of martial arts made them so impressive?! That they could do whatever they pleased?!

But they looked like all flash and no substance. None of that leaping across rooftops and scaling walls ever appeared; they had not even drawn their blades. They only looked fierce, yet they had still been beaten like dead dogs.

A middle-aged man stopped short, righteous indignation blazing in him. Standing at the very front, he roared, "Chen Family sister, don't be afraid! If those jianghu people dare come seeking revenge, tell us! We'll go reason with the town chief!"

"Exactly. One look tells you those people aren't from our Qiongyang Town. They definitely aren't disciples of any famous upright sect."

An uncle's eyes sharpened as he stroked his beard and analyzed the matter carefully. He looked every bit the seasoned jianghu veteran. "I once had some standing in the jianghu myself. They would never dare come seeking revenge."

"Oh? You had standing?!" Auntie Wang clapped her hands and burst out laughing. "Who knows how you ever got the nerve to brag about that 'Broken Mountain' title of yours. You struggle just to split a piece of firewood."

"Hey, you old woman!"

"Don't embarrass your old face in front of all these neighbors. Go stand off to the side."

Auntie Wang rolled her eyes at him and shouted boisterously, "All right, neighbors, disperse, disperse! What a tiny little matter. I've lost count of how many times I've run into something like this."

"Sure thing! Call us if anything comes up, Sister He Ling!"

"Chen Family brother, if they dare come make trouble again, call your Bro Ma. I travel the main roads between towns