Chapter 2: A New Entry, Dual Swordsmanship
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Cangzhou was the least influential of the nine provinces of Great Qian. Situated in a harsh, barren land, it was nothing but wasteland a century ago. It wasn’t until eighty years prior that Great Qian annexed it, merely as a buffer zone against the neighboring nation of Daqi.
In Cangzhou, there was no talk of powerful clans or martial sects. The vast majority were scattered martial cultivators, many of whom were criminals exiled here to reclaim the land. Decades of development later, Cangzhou barely gained any vitality.
Qinghe County was even more marginal—on the edge of Cangzhou and near Cizhou. Within Cangzhou itself, it was a place that could be abandoned at any moment, let alone in all of Great Qian.
Thus, after the White Lotus Sect’s uprising, no one bothered to fight them in trivial places like Qinghe County. The county magistrate himself, a prestigious eighth-rank martial artist, had fled to the prefectural capital of Cizhou three days earlier with his family seeking refuge.
Local gentry also scattered at the first sign of trouble. When the common folk, including Yang Le, finally decided to flee Qinghe County upon hearing the news, they were stopped by a group of armored elite soldiers with pale faces.
How strange!
“Who dares block your grandfather’s path?!” one growled.
“I am Ren Sanye, ninth-rank martial artist with the Wind-Crushing Kick. If you don’t want to die, get lost!”
“We know the rule that heroes don’t break martial prohibitions, but if you block our way to survive, then you’re the ones breaking the rules!”
Many present had heard the news and gathered at the city gate with a clear purpose: to leave before the White Lotus Sect took Qinghe County.
Yet now, these unknown soldiers blocked their escape.
In an instant, Ren Sanye, Duan Qiren—the head of the Zhengfeng Martial Hall—and Lang Qi of the Longmen Escort Agency exchanged glances and sprang into action.
All three were ninth-rank martial experts, the top fighters in Qinghe County. Normally, they wouldn’t oppose the Great Qian court, but if these men sought to cut off their lifeline, they would not hesitate.
Prevent them from leaving? Then they would fight their way out!
“This is an opportunity. If we can cause a commotion, we’ll break through!”
Hidden among the crowd, Yang Le took a step back, locking his gaze on the city gate.
If someone made the first move, Yang Le would not hesitate. The decision was made in a blink.
Once chaos erupted, Yang Le would dash out of Qinghe County without a second thought.
“A bunch of petty thieves, with martial skills like ants, dare act arrogantly before me, Zang Sun Ji!”
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Just as everyone awaited the three to strike, a burly middle-aged man suddenly brandished a massive horse-slaying blade and attacked first.
With eyes blazing fiercely, his sheer presence overwhelmed the three.
“An eighth-rank?!”
“How could an eighth-rank wield such terrifying blade momentum?”
“At least seventh-rank!”
As Zang Sun Ji made his move, Ren Sanye’s face turned pale with horror. This single horizontal slash rendered them immobile.
“Die!”
Before Ren Sanye could react, Zang Sun Ji’s blade flashed, severing his head in one stroke. The remaining blade energy sent a dozen men behind Ren Sanye flying dozens of meters away.
Instantly, Duan Qiren and Lang Qi shrank into the crowd like frightened turtles, unwilling to make another move.
“Effective immediately, Qinghe County is under martial law. No one is allowed to enter or exit. Anyone who disobeys this order will meet this fate!”
Having slain the three, Zang Sun Ji fixed his gaze on the crowd before the gate, eyes gleaming with contempt as if looking down on ants.
After delivering this deathly warning, he mounted his horse and led a troop of elite soldiers into the county magistrate’s office.
With Zang Sun Ji’s single blade cutting down a ninth-rank, all the refugees who had been ready to flee stepped back, lowered their heads, and dared not speak of leaving the city again.
“So this is the true power of a martial expert: even an eighth-rank can radiate blade energy…”
Zang Sun Ji’s decisive action silenced the entire scene. Yang Le immediately understood that leaving Qinghe County today was impossible and slipped away into an alley.
While admiring Zang Sun Ji’s strength, he began to reconsider his plans.
Originally, Yang Le intended to leave Qinghe County for Linqing City, the capital of Cizhou, some hundreds of miles away, adjacent to Cangzhou.
There, he planned to use the system’s entries to strengthen his martial cultivation.
Once his martial prowess was sufficient for self-defense, he could travel anywhere in Great Qian, even confront the White Lotus Sect or the entire empire with confidence.
But unexpectedly…
Now he couldn’t even leave Qinghe County.
“Once the city gates close, prices will skyrocket. I must stockpile dried food and find a suitable weapon for self-protection. Then, rely on the system to grow stronger and leave at the first opportunity.”
Yang Le’s mind raced, swiftly forming a short-term plan.
Since leaving was impossible for now, he decided to lay low.
He would rely on the system’s entries to grow stronger and wait for the next chance to escape Qinghe County.
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“Why don’t you just steal it for 300 wen?”
“Hey, don’t talk nonsense. If I wanted to steal it, would I even give you a sword?”
“Make it 280 wen, then!”
“Deal.”
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Outside the blacksmith’s shop.
Looking at the roughly forged iron longsword in his hand, Yang Le finally felt a glimmer of security.
He then spent another 200 wen to buy corn, wheat, and other staples.
With that, most of the savings he had been accumulating for escape over three months had been spent.
Seeing that night had fallen, Yang Le didn’t linger on the martial law-stricken streets of Qinghe County but returned home directly.
The night passed quietly.
“I hope I get some combat-related entries soon. The White Lotus Sect might strike anytime.”
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