Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

The woman who slammed her hand on the table and shouted angrily was one of the four people sitting at the table in front of Jiang Yuchuan.

This angry shout instantly silenced the once bustling teahouse.

Almost everyone's gaze was drawn to the woman who had stood up indignantly.

Only the man in the light blue robe sitting behind Jiang Yuchuan remained unmoved, still snoring on the table.

The man's snoring wasn't very loud to begin with, but in the extremely quiet environment, it sounded exceptionally clear and jarring, causing the other tea drinkers to glance at him a few times while looking at the angry woman.

"May I ask how you four young heroes are addressed? As the saying goes, ignorance is no excuse, so please forgive us if our words have been offensive. I will cover all the expenses for your tea today as an apology!"

The fat man in the trio stood up, smiled obsequiously, and clasped his hands in a fist salute to the four of them.

The woman who had angrily rebuked the three men looked down at the fat man and sneered, "You are not qualified to know the names of the four of us! How can your disrespectful remarks about the Sword Master be resolved with just a cup of tea?"

"How are you doing?"

The skinny guy sitting opposite the fat guy stiffened his neck and asked a question in a pretentious manner.

A cold glint flashed in the woman's eyes. "There's a saying: illness enters through the mouth and disaster comes from the mouth. Since you can't control your tongues, then you might as well not have them at all. Just cut them off to avoid causing trouble later!"

"You, you vicious brat! You actually want to cut out our tongues!"

The skinny man was both shocked and furious, and his hand pointing at the woman began to tremble uncontrollably.

At this moment, the old man sitting opposite the fat and thin men tapped his pipe and said in a deep voice:

"It's wise to be forgiving when possible. Little girl, going too far won't benefit anyone!"

"You old fool, you dare threaten us?!"

The other girl in the group immediately drew her sword, stood up, and pointed it at the old man.

The woman snorted angrily and drew her longsword. "Since the three of you refuse to cut off your own tongues, then we will!" With that, she charged directly at the three men.

Seeing this, the girl immediately followed.

Old Zhang and the two men, one fat and one thin, exchanged glances and immediately grabbed their weapons to fight.

The entire teahouse erupted into chaos in an instant. Customers scattered and ran, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire. The only two places where no one moved were Jiang Yuchuan and Qi Changqing's table, and the man behind them who was still fast asleep.

"Senior Brother Jiang, should we lend a hand to Senior Sister and the others?"

The one who spoke was the boy in the group of four who hadn't made a move.

The man surnamed Jiang, whom the boy called "senior brother," shook his head and looked at the three—one fat, one thin, and one old—with a mocking expression. He said indifferently, "The two of them are enough to deal with such minor characters." After speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Jiang Yuchuan and the man behind Jiang Yuchuan who was fast asleep on the table.

The young man, however, was completely oblivious to the unusual behavior of the two tables behind him. His eyes were entirely drawn to his fellow disciples who were engaged in a fierce battle with the three men.

Qi Changqing was initially a little nervous when the two sides started fighting, but after seeing Jiang Yuchuan sitting unmoved in the same spot as if nothing had happened, he gradually calmed down and began to watch the battle intently while eating his snacks.

Although he had been traveling with Jiang Yuchuan for over a month, apart from the battle with Cui Kaishan in Chenjia Village, he hadn't made a move again. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but rather that he simply hadn't had the opportunity.

The journey has been remarkably peaceful.

The only truly exciting event I've ever witnessed was the process of a pickpocket committing a crime on the street, from being discovered to being arrested.

Now, he had finally come across a real duel between five martial artists, and they were all so ruthless and decisive, which naturally aroused his great interest.

Although Qi Changqing had very little practical experience, under the guidance of his two renowned teachers, Jiang Yuchuan and Xuan Xi, his perspective was far superior to that of ordinary martial artists.

Therefore, after watching the battle for only a short while, Qi Changqing realized that the three people—one fat, one thin, and one old—were no match for the two young women.

Of the three, only the old man was slightly stronger. As for the fat and thin men, Qi Changqing considered them to be at most at the early stage of the second-rate level. Even with their combined strength, they could barely manage a draw against the girl.

Just as Qi Changqing had predicted, when the two had fought to the ninth move, the old man was careless and his right arm was slashed by the woman's sword. After being kicked in the chest, he coughed up blood and fell to the ground, losing the ability to continue fighting.

Seeing the old man defeated, the fat and thin men panicked instantly. The girl seized their opening and knocked them to the ground one after the other.

"With such low-class skills, you dare to talk back to us!" The woman, holding a long sword, walked towards the old man with a cold smile. "Take your tongue or your life, the three of you can choose!"

"I'm dying! I'm dying! Please, ladies, spare my life! I'm willing to give up my tongue!"

The skinny man spoke first, staggering to his feet and kneeling before the girl who was also walking towards him with a sword.

"It is my poor eyesight that I failed to recognize you as the esteemed disciples of the Hanging Sword Pavilion. Now that we have been defeated, you may kill or torture us as you please!"

The old man gave a bitter laugh, then collapsed backward, having exhausted all his strength.

Although the fat man didn't speak, his expression and actions were the same as the old man's, showing a resigned attitude.

If they had known beforehand that these four were disciples of the Suspended Sword Pavilion, they would never have fought with them.

But how could they have imagined that disciples of the Suspended Sword Pavilion, thousands of miles away, would appear here at this time?

Just as the two women were about to sever the three men's tongues with their swords, and Qi Changqing was about to turn his head away, the man who had been fast asleep on the table suddenly sat up, stretched, and lazily said:

"Ladies, since those three have already learned their lesson, there's no need to cut out their tongues as well, is there?"

"Who are you? Do you perhaps want to stand up for those three?"

Upon hearing this, the girl immediately turned around and looked over with displeasure.

"A word of advice to you: when you're out in the world, it's best not to meddle in other people's business!"

The one who issued the warning was the boy among the four who hadn't yet made a move.

The man yawned first, then stood up abruptly, glanced at the boy, and finally fixed his gaze on the senior brother surnamed Jiang beside the boy, and said with a smile:

"I have three great hobbies in life: drinking, looking at beautiful women, and the third—meddling in other people's business. So, I'm determined to save these three people today!"

"Arrogant!" the girl sneered. "I'll test whether you have the strength to back it up!" With that, she prepared to attack.

"Step back, Zi Yan! You are no match for this man!"

The senior disciple surnamed Jiang raised his hand to stop the girl who was about to charge with her sword, and looked at the man, saying:

"Since you are so confident in your strength, then let me have a taste of it. If you win, these three will be yours to deal with; if you lose—" A cold glint flashed in his half-closed eyes.

The man smiled brightly:

"Alright! As you say! If I lose, do with me however you like, I will have no complaints."