Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 117: Saved by the Hero?

Lingyi City is more than 170 miles away from Shilin City, and it normally takes about three days to travel by carriage. However, Xin Zhuo and the others took a full five days and still had 40 miles left to go.

There's no other explanation, they're all directionally challenged!

The roads are also to blame for being so confusing, with no road signs and no clear paths. It's not like there are multiple routes to choose from; often, there's only one road that leads to a dead end.

They've taken many wrong turns and ended up back where they started.

"Where exactly is the martial world?" Han Qiuniang asked.

The carriage swayed, and the axle had developed some cracks. Xin Zhuo, Cui Ying'er, and Han Qiuniang were all riding in the carriage.

Han Qiuniang asked a question that had puzzled Xin Zhuo in both his past and present lives.

Cui Ying'er's body swayed with the movement of the carriage. These past few days, the head of the family had been in good health, and she had become more carefree. She smiled and said, "We're in the martial world right now!"

"That doesn't seem right," Han Qiuniang blinked her peach blossom eyes, pulled back the curtain, and looked at the wilderness outside. She pouted, "There's not a single person around, just forests and rivers everywhere. What kind of martial world is this?"

"In my opinion, the martial world is in alcohol!" Huang Dagui's voice came from outside, sounding quite poetic.

"No, no!" Bai Jianxi immediately countered with interest, "The martial world should be in blades and swords. Blades and swords are like dreams, that's the martial world!"

"Well said! Lao Bai has a way with words!" Cui Ying'er's eyes brightened.

Bai Jianxi chuckled, "No one understands the martial world better than me!"

Han Jiulang didn't want to be left behind, "I, a mere talent, believe that the martial world is in the eyes. It's like the poem I wrote yesterday..."

"Stop with the poetry!" Murong Xiu interrupted cleanly, "I believe the martial world is in the heart. After all, everyone has a different martial world dream in their heart. What my heart desires is the martial world!"

"You're wrong!" Bai Jianxi immediately retorted, "If the martial world is what you think in your heart, then what I'm thinking in my heart right now is the braised dried tofu from the Lu Xiang Zhai in Lingyi City. Does that mean Lu Xiang Zhai is the martial world? It doesn't hold up to scrutiny!"

Alright, the topic has taken on a philosophical meaning.

"Head of the family, what do you think?" Cui Ying'er and Han Qiuniang looked at Xin Zhuo with eager eyes.

Xin Zhuo's stomach answered them with a rumble of hunger.

"Is the martial world something that can only be understood but not explained? The head of the family is truly profound!" Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxi's voices came from outside, full of conviction.

"Pfft!" Cui Ying'er and Han Qiuniang burst into laughter.

Xin Zhuo calmly said, "Everyone has made valid points, except for Lao Bai's nonsense. He made you buy dried food for the journey, but you ended up buying thirty catties of braised dried tofu. My stomach can't handle it. Wait for me a moment."

With that, he picked up a stack of writing paper and jumped off the carriage with ease.

The surrounding area was all mountains and forests, covered in thorns. Being a clean freak, he searched for a good spot for a while but couldn't find one. Relying on his excellent Qinggong, he climbed over a hill and onto a small path on the other side.

There was a stone slope next to it, close to a downwind spot.

Perfect!

After half an incense stick's worth of time, his stomach finally felt a bit better. As he stood up to leave, suddenly, seven or eight men dressed in coarse linen clothes and with a hungry and greedy look on their faces came rushing down the path.

They were carrying broken swords and knives, with a mix of fierceness and greed on their faces.

"This mountain is mine, this tree is mine. If you want to pass through here, leave behind some money!"

Xin Zhuo was taken aback. He had encountered fellow thieves?

The lines were exactly the same, and they were equally unskilled. Moreover, they had chosen a very cunning spot for robbery, hence the hungry look on their faces.

The leader of this group of bandits was only at the eighth rank, while the rest hadn't even reached the first rank yet. They relied on brute force and strength.

Xin Zhuo had no interest in fighting at this level. Looking at the group of bandits, he seemed to see the shadow of himself and Cui Ying'er robbing people on the mountain a few months ago.

He couldn't help but smile.

Just as he was about to speak, the leader of the group waved his hand and said, "This pretty boy looks like a wealthy master. Let's attack!"

The group of people immediately started attacking, brandishing their knives and shouting.

Xin Zhuo's face darkened, and he was about to raise his hand.

Then, a voice came from afar, scolding, "Bold bandits! Are there no laws left in broad daylight, when you bully someone who is defenseless?!"

As soon as the voice fell, a figure descended from the sky. It was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl wearing a water-green dress and with her hair tied up in a bun.

"Where did this yellow-haired girl come from? She's meddling in our business! Let's deal with her too." The leader of the bandits became furious and abandoned Xin Zhuo to go after the girl with his subordinates.

The girl didn't back down either. She held a three-foot-long sword and displayed powerful sword techniques.

She fought against seven opponents and didn't fall behind at all.

Xin Zhuo: "..."

Encountering such a cliché and full of loopholes scene, did I stumble upon it? I was just passing by out of courtesy.

From the fluctuations of her Blood Qi, the girl seemed to be at the eighth rank, but she was intelligent. She immediately engaged the leader of the bandits. After ten moves, she stabbed him in the shoulder with her sword.

The bandit leader cried out in pain, "Your moves are too strong, retreat!"

They came fast and left just as quickly, disappearing into the forest in an instant.

"You're lucky you ran away! Hmph!"

The girl chased after them for a few steps, then she sheathed her sword and turned around. She had a delicate appearance, with a few freckles on her nose.

When she looked at Xin Zhuo, who was dressed in a white brocade robe with a gentleman's hairstyle, she paused for a moment and her eyes lit up.

Without any reservations, she praised, "What a handsome young man!"

Xin Zhuo felt awkward about this... He was originally wearing a coarse cloth outfit that fit him well, but in order to assume the identity of a bandit, he was forcibly dressed up by Cui Ying'er and Han Qiuniang. Now he seriously doubted whether the two of them had a twisted sense of humor.

At this moment, the girl clenched her fist and said, "I am Qin Lirong. I saw an injustice and drew my sword to help. You don't need to be too moved!"

Xin Zhuo: "..."

"Huh?"

Qin Lirong curiously approached and blinked her eyes. "Why aren't you speaking? Are you mute?"

Xin Zhuo glanced around and then looked at the big tree where the girl had jumped down from.

I'm not mute, I just simply suspect that you're trying to trick me!

Qin Lirong coughed lightly and said seriously, "Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. I am a disciple of the Wudang Sect, a junior sister from the San Dai Duan Zi Hall. I come from a prestigious and righteous sect!"

"What did you say? Wudang?" Xin Zhuo finally showed some emotion.

"So, you can speak?" Qin Lirong seemed very happy and approached him. "Yes, I am a disciple of the Wudang Sect. Surprised, right? Our Wudang Sect is located in the Jiuchi Mountain, eight hundred miles away. We have three thousand disciples, all of whom are elites in the mortal world. We travel the rivers and lakes, exterminating demons and upholding justice whenever we encounter injustice."

Xin Zhuo finally confirmed that she was talking about Wudang! Is there really a Wudang Sect in this world? Can the words "Wudang Sect" break through the barriers of dimensions? Or is there a source in the scriptures that coincidentally matches?

He asked with a serious expression, "May I ask, who is the founder of your Wudang Sect?"

"Uh, it's... the Great Master San Feng!" Qin Lirong tilted her head. "He is still alive, nearly two hundred years old. Last year, he joined forces with the Shaolin Temple's Master Ku Xing to defeat the legendary and terrifying Grand Great Master Yin Chunqi of the Shen Yin Sect!"

This little girl's knowledge of the martial world is quite average. She's like a bamboo tube pouring beans, revealing everything.

But Xin Zhuo was a bit puzzled, "And there's Shaolin too?"

Qin Lirong nodded, "Of course! Why wouldn't there be?"

Xin Zhuo's face became heavy as he asked, "What about the Kongtong Sect? Emei Sect? Kunlun Sect? Diancang Sect? Are they there?"

Qin Lirong thought for a moment, "I haven't heard of them! Are they not there?"

Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "Very well, goodbye."

"Where are you going?" Qin Lirong grabbed his arm and didn't let go, her face serious. "There are bandits and outlaws nearby. Although their realm is not high, it's not safe for a young man like you without martial arts. Why don't you come with me?"

Xin Zhuo was about to refuse.

Qin Lirong continued, "We're going to Shilin City. Everyone is discussing how to deal with Xin Zhuo, the grandson of the notorious Heavenly Dog thief. It's very lively. I'll take you to see."

There will be a breakthrough in the spirit summoning in the next ten or so chapters, which might be a bit boring, but after that, there will be a great slaughter. Don't leave.

(End of this chapter)