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Chapter 48 Swift Sword Ah 4! Internal Strength Rank 8!

The tavern became increasingly crowded.

Although Shen Yan enjoys lively atmospheres, he dislikes noise.

He sighed inwardly, "Let's stop drinking here for today!"

At this time.

He saw a handsome young man looking for a seat. He had thick eyebrows, large eyes, thin lips, and a high nose.

This was the most upright and handsome face Shen Yan had ever seen, although he was still not mature enough and was too young.

His face was terrifyingly cold, as if nothing in the world could move him, and he was indifferent to everything.

Shen Yan beckoned him over: "I'm leaving, you can have this spot. I haven't touched this ten-year-old Zhuyeqing tea."

The young man walked over, and without any hesitation, opened the bottle and started drinking.

"Hmm!? Good wine!"

"This wine is good; I owe you a favor."

Shen Yan chuckled, "It's just a pot of wine, not worth the young hero's favor."

He noticed that the man had a strange sword hanging at his waist; it looked more like an iron rod than a sword, and was extremely bizarre.

"My name is Ah Si. My master once said, 'Words spoken are like water spilled.' If I said I owe you a favor, then I owe you a favor."

Shen Yan smiled and said, "Alright, then do me the simplest thing you can think of."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of white light appeared before his eyes.

Behind Ah Si, a burly man with a thick beard clutched his neck, staring at him with a horrified expression.

"You...you..."

Blood then gushed from his neck, and the tavern fell silent.

Even Shen Yan was stunned, not understanding what the young man's intentions were.

Moreover, his sword was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

Shen Yan looked at the strange stick in his hand again, and no longer looked down on it.

Ah Si said calmly, "In my life, I only find two things to be the simplest: drinking and killing. Drinking requires money, so I think killing is even simpler."

The people in the tavern felt a chill run down their spines after hearing this; Ah Si's tone was too calm, and he spoke with an air of seriousness.

It seems he didn't think it was a big deal.

After hearing this, one could tell that he truly believed it.

It was absurd, yet no one dared to speak up.

He then turned to Shen Yan and said, "He had murderous intent towards you, so I killed him for you to repay a favor."

Shen Yan was slightly shocked. He didn't recognize the burly man with the bushy beard at all, so why would he have murderous intent towards him?

Ah Si added, "He, he, he, and he all have murderous intent towards you. But I've already repaid my debt of gratitude, so now it's time for a drink."

Shen Yan stared at the people A Si had pointed out, but they all avoided his gaze.

Without exception, he didn't know any of these people. Although he was somewhat skeptical, he became cautious.

He said to Ah Si, "You'd better leave quickly. If you kill someone, the Five Cities Garrison will be here soon."

Ah Si said, "It's alright, you can go now! I haven't finished my wine yet."

"See you later, I'll get together for drinks next time."

"good!"

Seeing his confidence, Shen Yan said nothing more and left the tavern.

Just as he was leaving the tavern, two other people quietly followed him.

Shen Yan felt the tail behind him, and he didn't expect it to be just as Ah Si had said.

As they rounded the corner, Shen Yan suddenly accelerated and vanished from their sight in an instant.

"Where is he? He's disappeared!!"

Are you looking for me?

Hearing the voice behind them, their expressions changed slightly, but before they could turn around...

A tremendous force struck them in the back, sending them flying several meters.

It was Shen Yan who made the move. Both of them were also seventh-rank martial artists, so it seems they were quite confident in their abilities.

They collapsed to the ground, staring at Shen Yan with horrified expressions.

They seemed not to have expected Shen Yan to be so strong.

The two exclaimed in unison, "How is this possible?! Aren't you a seventh-rank cultivator?! How can you be so strong?!"

Shen Yan didn't answer them, but instead asked, "Three questions: Who are you? Why are you following me? Who ordered you?"

"Can we leave now that you've finished talking?"

Shen Yan said calmly, "I am not satisfied with this answer."

He then tapped them a few times, and they immediately screamed in agony.

This trick was learned from Li Jianzhong, and it's much more sophisticated than the methods used by the prison guards. It doesn't involve bloodshed, but it's even more unbearable.

"I'll give you another chance."

The two men looked terrified and quickly said, "We are the three brothers from Meiling. We are after the Iron Shirt technique you are wearing. No one ordered us to do this."

Shen Yan frowned, never expecting that "Iron Shirt" was the cause of the trouble.

He underestimated the appeal of mid-grade martial arts techniques to people in the martial arts world, especially a martial arts manual that included complete medicinal bath recipes.

As for the leak, Shen Yan was not surprised.

With so many people present that day, it was easy for word to spread.

The Tie family?

He didn't doubt that Shen Yan believed they didn't have the guts.

"How did you know I possess the Iron Shirt martial arts manual?"

They looked at Shen Yan with strange expressions, seemingly unable to believe that Shen Yan didn't know.

However, thinking about Shen Yan's methods just now, he shuddered.

"The story of you challenging the Ironclad Hall has been spread throughout the teahouses by the storytellers; the whole of Bianjing should know about it."

"ha!?"

Shen Yan was shocked; he never expected it was because of this.

I haven't had time to go to the teahouse these past few days, and it turns out it even has its own legend.

"So you came to Bianjing specifically for me?"

"No, no, if we had known you were so powerful, we would never have dared to plot against you. We came to Bianjing because of rumors in the martial arts world that a legendary martial arts technique is about to be released."

Shen Yan touched his chin. So that's how it is. He was just being used as a pushover by them, who wanted to take advantage of the situation.

Knowing the reason behind the matter, Shen Yan had no intention of getting entangled with them.

He killed them with a single blow.

Just as he was about to kick them into the stinking ditch, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't touched the corpse yet.

"You poor wretch, you dare to venture out into the world with just a few taels of silver?"

Shen Yan looked at the few taels of silver in his hand with a sense of helplessness.

Go home.

Seeing that the house had been ransacked, he quickly opened the hidden compartment.

The silver and ancient scrolls were found to still be there.

"Luckily, these two things weren't discovered. Looks like we need to move to another location."

When the news spread that "Iron Shirt" was in his possession, the family could no longer stay there.

These people just thought that since he was only a seventh-rank official, it would be easier to snatch him from him than to go to Tieyi Academy.

A mid-level martial artist already holds a fairly high status in the martial arts world.

Most leaders of minor sects are only at this level of strength.

As for experts of the highest rank, apart from the destroyed White Lotus Sect, only the Heavenly Principle Sect in Miao territory possessed experts of the highest rank.

In addition, there are some reclusive masters who have not established their own sects.

"The root of all this trouble is a lack of strength. If I had the strength of Shen Rong or Tie Yi, who would dare to act so presumptuously in my home?"

Shen Yan sighed softly, then began practicing his martial arts.

As the moon sets and the sun rises, the morning sun begins to cast its golden rays.

The sunlight shone on Shen Yan, making him appear almost divine.

for a long time.

He opened his eyes, a flash of azure in his pupils.

He exhaled lightly, and a cloud of white mist condensed in the frigid air.

"His internal strength has reached the eighth rank."

A hint of joy flashed across Shen Yan's face. Although this ancient scroll technique was powerful, its progress was extremely slow.

He cultivated almost every night, and with the blessing of the Dao Fruit, it took him two months to reach the eighth rank.

Of course, if we look at the broader context of the martial arts world, this speed is quite astonishing.