An Arrow to the Ass

The saber's momentum condensed into a tiger, Killing Intent soaring into the heavens.

The sight before Second Dog was so horrifying that it made him recall an old incident he had long since cast to the back of his mind.

Many years ago.

He had still been nothing more than a wild dog that had just gained sentience, scratching out a living in the mountains.

That day, luck had favored him. He came across a lone scholar traveling the road and swallowed him in a few bites to fill his belly.

Full and with nothing better to do, he rummaged through the bundle the scholar had left behind.

Aside from a few tattered clothes, there were several volumes of books washed so many times their pages had turned white.

He flipped through two pages of the other books, finding them incomprehensible nonsense, as tasteless as chewing wax.

But one book among them had a cover so rotten it was nearly falling apart. Written upon it were the words: Record of Strange Tales of the Jianghu.

He had not known many words then, but by guessing his way through, he still found it engrossing.

The book contained nothing more than strange tales and unusual happenings from the Jianghu.

Which sect had produced a heaven-gifted prodigy, which mountain had birthed a fiend—it was written rather entertainingly.

Yet there was one sentence in it that he remembered to this day.

The book said: When walking the Jianghu, there are three kinds of people you must never provoke.

Monks, women, and children.

The book explained that demons ran rampant in this world, leaving the people in utter misery.

Any monk who dared walk alone in the outside world was either an eminent Gao monk who had attained the Dao, or a murderous devil with