American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Qi Shan stood in the front hall, dressed as a young master in flowing white robes. To emphasize that he was a martial artist, he even wore a long saber at his waist.

Although the Poison Serpent Gang wasn't large, with only five or six hundred members from top to bottom, the display in front of him was indeed impressive.

As Zhao Qing led Wang Wu out, about sixty or seventy gang members surged out like a tide, splitting into two rows on either side, all glaring menacingly at Qi Shan in the middle.

Amidst the many fierce gazes, Qi Shan remained calm and composed, even taking his time to look around, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Interesting. You Poison Serpent Gang are only good at causing trouble in Qingzhou Prefecture. I didn't expect such a grand display!”

No one spoke. Wang Wu glared at Qi Shan, eager to unleash some harsh words and then use his ultimate move to cut Qi Shan in half on the spot, venting the frustration he'd been holding in for the past two days and making a name for himself in the process.

But this was, after all, the Poison Serpent Gang, and the one truly in charge was Zhao Qing.

He hadn't spoken yet, and it wouldn't be proper for him to interrupt.

Zhao Qing's expression was calm, and he even cupped his fist in greeting: “After all, we must show some courtesy to honored guests. Our Poison Serpent Gang is just a small, rural sect, completely incomparable to Tianxia Manor. Tianxia Manor's reputation has been quite resounding recently. How should we address this hero?”

“Just call me Qi Shan. A novice, an unknown nobody in the martial world!”

Qi Shan was a bit helpless.

“Can we skip these useless pleasantries? Every time, it's like going through a formality, exchanging greetings for several rounds before finally getting to the fighting. Time is wasted for no reason. If you save that effort, go back and eat two more pieces of braised pork. Wouldn't that be more enjoyable?”

Qi Shan's words stunned both of them.

A look of anger immediately appeared on Wang Wu's face. He jumped out, wielding his broadsword, and pointed at Qi Shan's nose, shouting: “Boy, Tianxia Manor is tyrannical, unjustly arresting members of my Five Tiger Severing Gate Saber. I haven't even gone to reason with you yet, and you dare to come before me? Let me tell you, now that you're here, don't even think about leaving! I'm in a bad mood, so I'll have you meet your end here today!”

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Wu lunged forward, the broadsword in his hand whirling like a windmill, its cold light glittering.

Qi Shan really couldn't understand what he was doing.

Could it be that the so-called Five Tiger Severing Gate Saber had a special requirement to spin in circles when attacking?

Although the swirling blade looked quite nice, flashing and shining, it was useless.

Qi Shan kicked out, and Wang Wu flew out horizontally, the broadsword in his hand immediately flying away.

Qi Shan reached out, grabbed the broadsword, and threw it. The broadsword flew like a meteor, chasing after Wang Wu's figure, and then there was a thud.

With a muffled groan, Wang Wu was pinned to a pillar.

His large eyes were wide like copper bells, his mouth full of blood. He struggled to point at Qi Shan, looking at the broadsword piercing through his chest. His mouth trembled twice, his head tilted, and he lost his breath.

The Poison Serpent Gang members instantly erupted in commotion, various weapons being drawn from their waists with a clatter, filling the hall with cold light.

Zhao Qing stared blankly at his brother's corpse, then looked back at Qi Shan's relaxed face, his lips trembling slightly, unable to say anything.

Qi Shan acted as if he hadn't seen anything, calmly saying: “The Five Tiger Severing Gate Saber dared to cause trouble at Tianxia Manor. Now they have been punished, hoping that all heroes will take this as a warning.

Gang Leader Zhao, our Tianxia Manor is like an entertainment city. We naturally serve our guests well when they come to play, but if anyone dares to cause trouble, cutting off our source of income, then don't blame Tianxia Manor for having a bit of a temper!

Today, we may have been a bit impolite. When you come to Tianxia Manor in the future, we will certainly offer an apology!”

Qi Shan smiled slightly and turned to walk out.

The surrounding gang members stirred, frequently turning back to look at their gang leader, but Zhao Qing remained silent. In this cheerful atmosphere, Qi Shan slowly disappeared from sight.

The affair of Tianxia Manor's External Affairs Elder killing Wang Wu of the Five Tiger Severing Gate Saber quickly spread, the details and process being described vividly, as if everyone had seen it with their own eyes.

In the martial world, having money isn't much, at most it can arouse wicked thoughts, but having martial strength can earn people's respect.

Tianxia Manor had appeared almost suddenly, becoming the largest entertainment venue in the entire Shandong region within a few short months.

Heroes and wealthy merchants from all over the world would come, enjoying the delicacies of the world and handing over the gold and silver in their pockets.

With the accumulation of massive wealth, Laiwu became more and more prosperous and famous.

As the number of people gradually increased, there were also those who relied on their martial strength to disregard the rules.

Those who dared to cause trouble at Tianxia Manor usually disappeared without a trace, and those who dared to come to settle accounts would mostly vanish from the face of the earth. Even if they were lucky enough to escape, Qi Shan would travel thousands of miles to catch up and kill that person in front of everyone.

Over time, Tianxia Manor's reputation was gradually established, and Qi Shan, as the External Affairs Elder, earned the title of Soul-Chasing Thousand Miles.

As his reputation gradually grew, he also began to attract disciples from some of the larger sects.

This day, Laiwu, which had completely become a city that never sleeps, welcomed a group of unexpected guests.

At the north gate, a group of young men and women holding long swords traveled from afar, covered in dust.

Looking at the mottled city walls, a young man, probably only fifteen or sixteen years old, complained: “Why do we have to run to this desolate place? The road is too difficult to walk, full of stones everywhere!”

Next to him, a pretty young girl of about the same age also pouted and complained: “And there's so much dust. I really don't understand what Master is thinking, why he's making us come to this ghostly place!”

This group consisted of three men and two women, all children, the oldest of whom was no more than twenty years old. From their clothing and fair skin, it could be seen that they had definitely been pampered and well-cared for since childhood, never having suffered any hardship.

Now, after traveling hundreds of miles covered in dust, they inevitably had a bellyful of grievances.

After complaining for a while, a young woman in yellow comforted them: “Alright, alright, everyone, say a little less. Aren't we also trying to increase our experience? As the saying goes, 'Read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles.' We may have to serve the Prince's Mansion in the future. If we don't take a look at the world and see the vastness of the martial world, how can we understand our nature and broaden our minds?”

Another slightly older man also said: “That's right. If we can't even endure this little hardship, we probably won't even have the qualifications to truly walk the martial world in the future. Even if we want to go out, Master won't allow it. That would bring shame to our Sword Sect!”

These two clearly held some prestige among the young men and women. Hearing him speak, everyone quieted down and stopped complaining.

The woman in yellow revealed a slight smile.

"Alright, everyone, follow me into the city. Remember the mission the sect entrusted to us this time. Be careful and cautious, and by no means cause trouble. Nowadays, Heavenly Mountain Manor in Laiwu has become a whirlpool in the Jianghu of our Great Jin Kingdom. It's a mixed bag of dragons and snakes; all sorts of people are here.

Our mission this time is just to let you see what a real Jianghu is like. By no means take risks and cause trouble!"

The young men and women replied in unison.

"Understood, Senior Sister!"

The soldiers guarding the gate watched from afar, their faces expressionless.

Recently, quite a few martial artists had been coming.

Heavenly Mountain Manor was, after all, open for business. Laiwu City had now become a city that never sleeps, with all sorts of places for eating, drinking, and entertainment. Naturally, it needed people. Whether you were an ordinary person or a martial artist, as long as you had money, everyone was welcome.

The only people Laiwu City disliked were penniless beggars. As soon as they were discovered, they would be arrested.

It was just that the scale was still small, and it had not attracted the attention of the Beggar Clan. When things escalated, it would probably attract the Beggar Clan's attention.

Apart from beggars, the wealth effect brought by the large influx of people had also attracted a group of vermin hiding in the dark.

Although Qi Shan didn't think much of them, he found them an eyesore and had been ordering people to clean them up recently.

The increasing number of martial artists was actually very beneficial to Qi Shan.

He took the opportunity to set up a ring inside Heavenly Mountain Manor, operating it in the style of a sky arena, which was indeed very lively, but it also caused a lot of conflicts.

These were all within Qi Shan's expectations.

One thing surprised him, though.

He unexpectedly received an invitation for no reason, with the signature of the Jiangnan Aristocratic Family.

He had never heard of any aristocratic family in Jiangnan. Although it was now the Great Sheng period and a martial arts world, the most powerful was only the Quanzhen Sect. He had never heard of any aristocratic families.

Moreover, Shandong now belonged to the Jin Kingdom. Even if there really was a Jiangnan Aristocratic Family, they shouldn't be inviting him.

Being able to send the invitation to him from thousands of miles away through Jianghu means, this aristocratic family must have some background, but he didn't know what they wanted to do.

Qi Shan was very interested and decided to go and see.

In his impression, aristocratic families were completely different from the development path of martial arts sects. Although family bloodlines could ensure family unity and possess strong immunity, there were too few geniuses in a family. Martial arts sects recruited disciples from the outside, and the talents of the entire Jianghu were their selection targets.

Perhaps to make up for this shortcoming, larger aristocratic families had a tradition of recruiting retainers.

Perhaps this invitation should be about this.

As he was thinking, a servant suddenly ran in from outside.

"Reporting, Elder, a monk is causing trouble in the South District. The guards are almost unable to suppress him. Please go and take a look!"

Qi Shan didn't even open his eyes and said, "Isn't that a common occurrence? If one team doesn't work, send two. If two teams don't work, send four. If that doesn't work, use crossbows, use Eight Bull Crossbows.

I don't believe it. What kind of martial arts master can resist a structured unit? Don't bother me with every little thing. Am I here to clean up your messes every day?"

Qi Shan was also like this. Recently, he had publicly announced his identity as an External Affairs Elder. Most of the people below knew that Qi Shan had gone to solve a few times when someone had caused trouble in Heavenly Mountain Manor before, and the people below had remembered it. Now, whenever something happened, they ran to him.

He had collected a lot of secret manuals during this time, and the Nine Yin and Nine Yang manuals had also been distributed, causing many people to start cultivating again. Although their skills couldn't reach the level of a master yet, the true energy cultivated from top-notch secret manuals was, after all, extraordinary. When the number of people increased, it could still cause great power.

Moreover, within the Laiwu range, as long as Qi Shan could sense that the life state of his subordinates was abnormal, he could instantly retrieve them into his Small Universe, restoring their physical condition in the blink of an eye.

It was just that all his skills would probably have to be practiced from scratch again.

Strangely enough, it was impossible to be compatible with true energy in the Small Universe. At first, Qi Shan even thought about finding a master to analyze it from the inside out, using the power of the Small Universe to capture the attributes of true energy and then replicate it on a large scale.

If the performance was good, he might be able to create a martial arts master in an instant or something. Later, a series of failed experiments made Qi Shan realize one thing: his Small Universe was completely different from the basic laws of the outside martial arts space. The true energy that the outside world could possess disappeared without a trace when it entered his Small Universe.

So Qi Shan simply gave up on becoming a martial arts master!

Usually, when Qi Shan said this, the people below knew what to do!

Today, however, he was uncharacteristically different. The servant persuaded with a bitter face: "Elder, this time is really different. This time, it's a monk from the Shaolin Temple!"

Qi Shan suddenly opened his eyes: "Are you sure it's a monk from the Shaolin Temple?"

"He said so himself. I heard he's from the Arhat Hall and a master. Two teams of guards have already been beaten down, but the other party is very careful and no one has been killed yet!"

"Interesting! When did the last time a few Shaolin lay disciples cause trouble in Heavenly Mountain Manor?"

"About a month ago!" The servant thought for a moment and replied.

"In that case, he should be here to make trouble. Interesting! I've studied ordinary secret manuals enough. I want to see if Buddhist martial arts have anything special. I can't let this experimental subject who came to my door go. Okay, I'll go and take a look this time!"

Qi Shan got up and strode out of the small courtyard, led by the servant with a happy face.

In a restaurant in the South District, a fierce fight was taking place. A ten-foot-tall monk, with oil all over his mouth and anger on his face, was constantly attacking the surrounding guards with his two sandbag-sized fists.

The guards were wearing uniform uniforms, and at a glance, they knew they were from Heavenly Mountain Manor. Usually, they looked tall and burly, but now, compared to the reckless monk, they were inexplicably a circle smaller.

Despite being besieged by everyone, they were still no match for the monk's fist and foot. Every time he made a move, one person would fly out a few meters and crash heavily to the ground, fainting on the spot.

Some people also vomited blood and were thrown out of the window, rolling on the ground.

Fortunately, the monk's moves were obviously measured, and he didn't really hurt anyone's life. It just looked like he was a demon god, able to sweep away thousands of troops and unstoppable!