Under One Person: My comprehension is unmatched.

Inside a tavern in northern Xinjiang.

A storyteller struck the gavel and began to speak.

Zhang Yan glared at the dying Tiger Lord and spoke.

"What did you just say? You were victimized by those Japanese! Oh dear, where are you, brother?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a righteous man walked up from downstairs. The man was burly and carried a gleaming curved knife.

Looking at his appearance again, wow! He looks exactly like Zhang Yan; he is Zhang Yan's twin brother, Wugensheng.

Some people have asked, since they are twin brothers, why is he called Wugensheng (meaning "rootless")?

Because, long before Zhang Yan, he had already earned a nickname in the martial arts world: Wugensheng (meaning "Rootless Life").

Let's get back to the main topic.

At this moment, Wugensheng clasped his hands and said, "Brother, what are your orders?"

The righteous man Zhang Yan waved his hand and said, "Brother, you don't need to worry about this anymore. Go quickly and take that Japanese dog's head!"

......

The storyteller spoke with great enthusiasm, spittle flying everywhere, and the audience below cheered enthusiastically.

Meanwhile, in the corner, a handsome young man was clicking his tongue as he listened; this man was Zhang Yan.

He took a sip of tea to warm himself up, and a wave of sorrow washed over him.

On his way to northern Xinjiang, he had heard no fewer than dozens of versions.

This one is somewhat more plausible. One version says that Zhang Yan and Wugensheng are the Three Pure Ones transformed from one heavenly energy, with another strategizing in the heavens while they fight demons and protect the righteous on earth.

That version really opened Zhang Yan's eyes. At the same time, he thought to himself that even if that gentleman went to the future, he could still make a living by writing online novels.

Just then, the teahouse door was opened, letting in a gust of cold wind.

Before I even entered, I heard a high-pitched voice shouting.

"Hey? Why are you still saying this, you old codger? Don't you want to live anymore?"

A slovenly-looking man, wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket, strode forward and grabbed the storyteller by the collar.

"I've been telling stories all my life since the south. If people can do it in the south, why can't we do it here?"

"My mouth is on my own body, why can't I speak? If you have the guts to bully an old man like me, why don't you go fight the Japanese?"

This storyteller was quite tough; he showed no sign of backing down when he saw this rogue.

The shopkeeper hurriedly came out from behind the counter and tried to pull the two apart, while the audience below shouted for the rogue to put down the storyteller.

Seeing so many people shouting but not daring to step forward, the rascal became even more emboldened.

He grabbed the storyteller and raised his hand to strike him, saying...

"If I can't deal with the Japanese, can't I at least deal with you?"

Zhang Yan took a chopstick from the bamboo tube, just about to make his move, when he heard the ruffian cry out "Ouch!" and fall to the ground.

At his feet lay a broken wine glass, its shards scattered across the floor.

"Who? Who hit me?"

At this moment, a young man stood up unsteadily, his face flushed from drinking, and said to the ruffian.

"Broken Three, get out of here! If I see you again, I'll break your legs."

The scoundrel looked up, his expression changed, and he clearly recognized the young man. He immediately scrambled out of the room.

At that moment, no one saw that, on such a cold day, a black beetle had silently crawled into the leg of Jipo San's trousers.

After the rogue left, everyone started talking about it.

"That scoundrel has recently become a lackey of a Japanese businessman, treating his master better than his own father. Bah! What a scoundrel."

"Yeah, he's definitely no good. That young man is Chai Yan from the martial arts school, right?"

"Yes, I heard that something happened at the martial arts school he lives in. The head master of the school died, and the death was very mysterious. Now he's been drowning his sorrows in alcohol every day."

Chai Yan? Could it be the Chai Yan who has undergone Vajra Body Tempering?

Zhang Yan was taken aback. This Chai Yan possessed formidable Vajra Body Tempering skills in his later life; even Feng Baobao had almost failed to stop him.

Unexpectedly, he was in such a drunken state at this moment.

Zhang Yan walked up to Chai Yan and said, "Brother, want to chat?"

Chai Yan glanced at him and casually asked, "Who are you?"

"Zhang Yan."

"Zhang Yan? Which Zhang Yan? I don't know him, I don't want to talk to him."

After saying that, Chai Yan turned to leave.

Zhang Yan grabbed him, pointed at the storyteller, and said.

"I am Zhang Yan."

Chai Yan paused, sensing the Qi emanating from Zhang Yan's hand, his expression immediately changed, and he spoke.

"You're the one who destroyed the Medicine Immortal Cult..."

Zhang Yan patted him on the shoulder, interrupting him.

He immediately stopped, glanced around at everyone, and said to Zhang Yan with a look of reverence.

"Let's talk somewhere else."

After saying that, he asked the innkeeper for a private room.

After the two were seated, Chai Yan spoke.

"I am Chai Yan, who has mastered the Vajra Body Technique. I have met Brother Zhang. I greatly admire what Brother Zhang has done in Miao territory."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. It's all thanks to the help of Longhu Mountain and Tang Clan. I couldn't have done it all by myself."

Zhang Yan quickly clasped his hands in response.

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhang Yan spoke.

"I overheard some gossip earlier, so I came up to ask you, brother. Please don't take offense."

Chai Yan waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, Brother Zhang is a hero who killed the Japanese, how could I mind?"

At this point, Chai Yan sighed and recounted the recent events.

After the death of the Northern Frontier King, a group of Japanese warriors came here. They openly challenged other martial arts schools everywhere, including the Vajra Horizontal Strength, who had always ignored the Japanese.

However, the master of the Vajra Body Cultivation Sect possessed exceptional martial arts skills, and he fought dozens of Japanese soldiers one-on-one without being at a disadvantage.

The Japanese suffered a great loss, so they resorted to dirty tricks. Just a few days ago, the leader of the Vajra Body Technique was cornered in an alley and hacked to death.

Moreover, those Japanese arrogantly declared that they would go and challenge each martial arts school one by one until they beat everyone into submission, and that those who did not cooperate would suffer the same fate.

The leader of the Vajra Body Cultivation Sect is dead, and the First Elder and Second Elder have been fighting a bitter battle for several days to deal with the Japanese invaders.

They are now showing signs of retreating and plan to abandon the martial arts school and move south.

Zhang Yan spoke up upon hearing this.

"Didn't you ask other sects for help? Hmm, is the situation similar for all the sects now?"

Chai Yan nodded and began to speak.

"All the sects in the area are facing similar situations; they are all struggling to survive."

But his eyes were very bright as he looked at Zhang Yan and spoke.

"Brother Zhang, could you please lend a hand to the Vajra Horizontal Training? I would be very grateful."

As he spoke, Chai Yan was about to clasp his hands in a salute when Zhang Yan stopped him with a chuckle.

“I would be very willing to beat up those beasts, but that won’t solve the fundamental problem.”

Upon hearing this, Chai Yan's expression darkened, and he spoke.

"The enemy has a large number of people and is powerful, and each sect is too busy to help itself. There is really no way to deal with this."

Zhang Yan stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said...

“When dealing with those beasts, passive defense will never yield good results. Only when we beat them down and hurt them will they finally stop.”