Chapter 6: The Peerless Swordsman Appears for the First Time

Chapter 6: Peerless Swordsman Appears

“It seems Wang Zhiping has too many enemies, which saves me the trouble of acting.”

An Jing walked out of the Red Pavilion, then changed back into a simple cloth shirt in an alley.

The black-clad figure who had just met the Ghost-Faced Buddha was none other than An Jing.

Originally, he had planned to eliminate Wang Zhiping, this hidden danger, and protect his wife, but he didn't expect someone to resolve him one step ahead.

However, the people Wang Zhiping offended did have some strength; that ugly monk was clearly from the Buddhist sect, but he carried a hint of sinister Devilish Qi. The two types of Internal Energy intertwined, making him far from an ordinary master in the Jianghu.

Moreover, the Qi of those women was mighty, much stronger than the Cao Gang members. They were well-trained, and their ability to conceal their Qi was also very clever. They didn't seem like an ordinary force. What exactly was the origin of these people?

He had been in Yu Prefecture City for so many years, how had he never noticed the existence of these people?

An Jing pondered for a moment without a clue, so he simply stopped thinking about it. Anyway, these people had nothing to do with him, so why bother with such useless matters?

As long as they didn't disturb his peaceful, happy life, that was good enough.

“Candied hawthorns! Sweet and sour candied hawthorns!”

“Selling pears! Fragrant and crisp duck pears, ten coppers a catty!”

“Flying Swallow brand rouge, on sale today!”

The streets were bustling with people, lively and continuous.

“Boss, how much are these candied hawthorns?”

An Jing waved to the peddler carrying candied hawthorns.

“Do you want candied hawthorns, customer? Three coppers a skewer. If it's not sweet and sour, you don't pay.” The peddler quickly ran over.

“Give me two skewers then.”

An Jing took out six coppers and smiled.

Thinking of his gentle and beautiful wife at home, a warmth involuntarily rose in An Jing’s heart.

Yu Prefecture City, West City Vegetable Market.

Zhao Qingmei carried a vegetable basket, constantly looking at the vegetable stalls on both sides.

“Oh, isn't this Dr. An's wife?”

At this moment, a woman's eyes lit up when she saw Zhao Qingmei, “You're here to buy vegetables, aren't you? I have some cabbage here, dug out of the ground this morning, very fresh.”

Saying that, the woman picked up a large cabbage and put it into Zhao Qingmei's vegetable basket.

“Auntie, how much is this? I'll pay you.” Zhao Qingmei smiled gently.

“No, no need. Last time, Dr. An didn't even charge a consultation fee for my grandson's medicine. What money do I need for this cabbage?”

The woman grabbed Zhao Qingmei's hand, “Dr. An is such a kind person. Our whole family is very grateful to him, and we haven't had a chance to thank him.”

The woman's hands were very rough, covered in calluses, and her clothes were patched up, full of mends.

Zhao Qingmei smiled softly, always maintaining her gentle and serene demeanor.

“I also have an old hen here. Take it back for Dr. An to make soup.”

“Dr. An takes good care of us, Madam An, you don't need to be polite.”

“Dr. An is truly blessed. His wife is so beautiful, simply like a Heavenly Immortal.”

“Who says otherwise? They are truly a match made in heaven.”

Everyone around them handed their vegetables into the vegetable basket, and Zhao Qingmei's attempts to pay were ultimately refused.

Finally, when Zhao Qingmei, with great difficulty, walked out of the vegetable market with Tan Yun, the vegetable basket was already overflowing.

The two arrived at a small alley.

“Young Miss, there are too many people. Tomorrow, we should just have someone deliver the vegetables directly to our door.” Tan Yun felt disgusted at the thought of passing through a crowd of dirty people.

Zhao Qingmei looked at the vegetables in the basket, thinking about how to cook these ingredients when she got back.

“Cult Master!”

At this moment, a voice sounded.

The person who came was none other than the Ghost-Faced Buddha.

“Is it all resolved?” Zhao Qingmei asked indifferently.

The Ghost-Faced Buddha bowed and said, “Everything has been resolved, it's just…”

“Just what?” Zhao Qingmei's expression remained unchanged, but her tone rose slightly.

Whoosh!

Although Zhao Qingmei's tone merely rose, the entire alley seemed to shift from scorching summer to bitter winter. That extremely powerful oppressive feeling made even the Ghost-Faced Buddha shiver.

“Your subordinate encountered a master at the Red Pavilion.”

“What's his origin?”

“Not quite clear. This person concealed himself, but he could see through my Formless Realm. If it wasn't for a natural Dharma Eye, his strength should be around second-grade.”

A second-grade master was already a top-tier expert in the Jianghu.

Truly peak masters do not appear in the Jianghu all the time. In this vast Jianghu, there are many small fish and shrimp; a fifth-grade master can crush many people, and a second-grade master is already enough to enter the top fifty of the Jianghu dragon and tiger rankings. Their weight is enough to stir up a storm in the Jianghu.

Such a figure could never be an unknown person in the Jianghu.

Tan Yun frowned at the side and said, “Yu Prefecture City is the provincial capital of Jiangnan Province, so it's normal for masters to appear. However, the Cao Gang's Chief in Yu Prefecture City is only a third-grade cultivation. Moreover, this person did not reveal his whereabouts, clearly having some reservations, or perhaps another purpose.”

“This person is very suspicious and must be investigated.”

The Ghost-Faced Buddha did not speak, clearly agreeing with Tan Yun's words.

Zhao Qingmei's eyes narrowed slightly, and she said indifferently, “Within Yu Prefecture City, I want to know all information about this master.”

“This subordinate understands!”

The Ghost-Faced Buddha's heart tightened, and he placed his hands on his chest, “I will mobilize all Human Sect personnel in Yu Prefecture City, and even Jiangnan Province, to investigate this person's origin.”

The Demonic Cult is divided into the Three Sects of Heaven, Earth and Man. The Human Sect is responsible for theft, concealment, evasion, and information gathering. They often hide in the dark, gathering intelligence and acting as undercover agents. Throughout the vast world, Human Sect Disciples can be found anywhere.

It is rumored that the Demonic Cult's Human Sect is comparable to Emperor Yan's Heavenly Net. The Heavenly Net is Emperor Yan's secret organization specifically for intelligence gathering. The fact that the Demonic Cult's Human Sect can rival Emperor Yan's Heavenly Net speaks volumes.

And the Ghost-Faced Buddha was one of the Human Sect masters.

“If there's nothing else, go back.”

Zhao Qingmei waved her hand.

The Ghost-Faced Buddha paused and said, “Cult Master, yesterday the Right Protector sent me a message, asking if we should gather some masters to come. If others know that the Cult Master has appeared in Jiangnan Province, I'm afraid the entire Great Yan Jianghu…”

“No need.” Zhao Qingmei said indifferently, “A gathering of our Cult's masters would only attract more attention.”

“This subordinate understands.”

The Ghost-Faced Buddha clasped his hands together, and his figure gradually faded.

“Tan Yun, go back once.”

Suddenly, Zhao Qingmei glanced at the vegetable basket and said indifferently.

“These bumpkins are too hateful! I'll go chop off their hands right now.”

Tan Yun thought Zhao Qingmei was angry because of what had just happened, and her eyes instantly turned cold. She turned to go back.

“Come back.”

Zhao Qingmei let out a low cry.

“Young Miss, do you have any other instructions?” Tan Yun turned and asked.

“Go and give them the money. However much it costs, that's how much it costs.” Zhao Qingmei took out a piece of silver from her purse and said.

“…I understand.” Tan Yun said sheepishly.