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Chapter: The Mysterious Master
Fan Lingxue furrowed her brows slightly, thinking about how she had dressed in men's clothing and had no makeup on; she must look quite unappealing. To her surprise, she still found herself being stared at.
She tightened her grip on the sword at her side and took a deep breath, suppressing her emotions. "Boss Ma, since you recognize me, could you do me a favor?"
Boss Ma raised the axe in his hand and jumped off his horse, striking it against a nearby boulder. The axe embedded itself into the stone with a thud. The surface of the rock was covered with marks from previous axe strikes, clearly the work of Boss Ma himself.
"A favor? Of course, but do you know my rules?" Boss Ma asked.
Fan Lingxue nodded immediately. "Of course I know the rules." She gestured to a middle-aged man beside her.
The middle-aged man rode over to Boss Ma and pulled out a bag of silver from his sleeve. "Boss Ma, as per the usual arrangement, thirty taels of silver."
Boss Ma grabbed the bag without counting it; just weighing it in his hand was enough for him to know the amount inside. "Hmm, very considerate."
Fan Lingxue clasped her hands together respectfully. "Boss Ma has worked hard to maintain the safety of this road, enduring hardships day and night. This is a little extra gift of fine tea from me. I hope that in the future, when you see me, you can show me some leniency."
She handed over a small box of tea leaves.
Boss Ma accepted it and sniffed the contents, nodding in approval. "Not bad! You know my tastes well. But no need to flatter me; I’m just here to rob."
With that, he waved his hand. "You all can go."
In an instant, the group vanished without a trace.
Chen Anlin had expected a fierce battle but was surprised that this group was quite civilized and withdrew so quickly.
Once it was safe, everyone relaxed significantly and urged their horses to leave the area swiftly. However, by evening, tension returned to their expressions.
Fan Lingxue approached Chen Anlin and handed him a sword.
Chen Anlin was taken aback, unsure of Fan Lingxue's intentions.
"When you were unconscious earlier, I had the physician examine your body. You are a martial artist, aren't you?"
Remembering Chen Anlin's eight-pack abs made Fan Lingxue swallow hard.
Chen Anlin nodded, "Yes."
"That's good. This sword is for you to keep for self-defense. Not everyone around here is as principled as Boss Ma; some mountain bandits kill without a second thought. We will soon pass through a territory ruled by a bandit known as the Living Dead! This bandit leader is cruel and unpredictable; sometimes, even if you pay him a toll, he won't let you pass! We must be extremely cautious every time we go through here."
"What about your cultivation level?" Chen Anlin asked, still concerned about that.
"Initial Stage of the Fourth Rank!"
Chen Anlin glanced at the middle-aged man beside him. This man was currently the strongest in their escort team, known to everyone as Old Jing.
Old Jing noticed Chen Anlin's gaze and sighed, "Although I am also at the Initial Stage of the Fourth Rank, I was injured in my early years, so I can't be counted as a true Fourth Rank now."
Chen Anlin understood.
"Young Master Chen, since you're part of our team now, if you're worried, you can leave," Fan Lingxue said.
Chen Anlin shook his head calmly, "I’m unfamiliar with this place and don’t know where to go."
"Well then, stick with us. But I hope you won’t hold us back during battles. If danger arises, you must not run away; you know how troublesome the chain reaction can be," Fan Lingxue reminded him.
"I understand."
After discussing it further, the convoy set off again.
Before long, they passed through a dense forest. Everyone remained vigilant.
Just as Fan Lingxue finished speaking, a sinister laugh suddenly echoed from ahead.
"Hehehe, when did the Iron Mountain Escort send out a girl like you? Your name is Fan Lingxue, right?"
Fan Lingxue's expression turned serious. "Are you the Living Dead?"
"Girl, do you know me?"
"Senior, my father said this is your toll for passage; please let us through."
As before, Fan Lingxue took out a bag of silver.
"You can pass if you give me that," the bandit replied with a smirk. "But girl, you're quite striking; spend one night with me, and I'll let you all go!"
Fan Lingxue's face changed slightly!
Some guards from the Iron Mountain Escort also tensed up and drew their swords.
"Senior, please don't joke around. The Iron Mountain Escort is not easy to bully; if you let us pass now, we can still be friends in the future!" Fan Lingxue took a deep breath and suppressed her anger as she spoke.
"Hehehe, little girl, I’ve heard that you came out this time because your father and grandfather are both injured, right? If it were either of them, I might still show you some respect, but you? You’re not worthy! The fact that I’m allowing you to serve me for a night is already giving you face. Now hurry up and come over here!"
With a swift motion, Fan Lingxue drew her sword. "Everyone, prepare for battle!"
"Hehehe, kids, come out to play!"
Rustle! Rustle!
Suddenly, a series of sounds emerged from the bushes. A group of over forty people was encircling them.
Chen Anlin released his soul power, taking note of everyone's positions, especially the leader of the undead lurking in the shadows. This person had pale skin and a withered frame, resembling an old man in his seventies or eighties. It was clear that he had practiced some dark arts.
"Fall back and stay alert!"
Although Fan Lingxue had little experience with escorting missions, she understood enough to command with confidence while also noticing several approaching enemies.
She pulled out a massive two-meter-long bow from her storage bag. Drawing the bowstring and nocking an arrow, she aimed at a patch of grass ahead and released it.
Whoosh!!
A scream echoed from that direction.
"Miss is mighty! Everyone, rest assured! With me and the miss here, these people are no match for us!" Old Jing shouted, instantly boosting morale.
However, Chen Anlin knew that the undead leader was still lurking nearby, quietly inching closer.
"Young master, be careful." At that moment, a young man with dark skin grinned at him.
"Aren't you afraid?" Chen Anlin curiously examined the young man, who was merely at the ninth rank of cultivation.
Looking at his head, he noticed an unusual aura surrounding him!
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