Gu Long's World: Starting with the Legend of Chu Liuxiang

In the blink of an eye, five men in yellow robes had fallen to the ground.

Under Jiang Fengyue's command, when someone is relieved that they are not the one who has died and feels that they still have a chance to escape, his sword has often already pierced that person's throat.

The reason why only one man in yellow was still alive was neither because he had the ability to escape, nor because he had the ability to contend with Jiang Fengyue.

However, Jiang Fengyue wanted to keep one person alive for questioning.

Jiang Fengyue pointed her sword at the remaining man in yellow and said in a deep voice, "How did you know there was treasure in my carriage, and how could you pinpoint my location so accurately?"

The man in yellow trembled with fear and knelt down, begging for mercy: "Someone...someone tipped me off. That person said that you made a fortune and that if we agreed to share some of the profits with him, he would tell us the places you would pass through."

Jiang Fengyue already had a vague answer in her heart, and said coldly, "Who is that person?"

The man in yellow pointed at the driver Jiang Fengyue had hired and shouted, "It was him! It was this despicable scoundrel who instigated us to come here!"

After he finished speaking, a red line of blood appeared on his neck, and like his companion, he collapsed to the ground forever.

Jiang Fengyue caught up with the driver who was trying to escape without lifting a finger.

This coachman was not only afraid of death, but also extremely greedy at the moment of his death, even trying to take the treasures on the carriage with him.

The coachman's whip lashed the horse hard, but how could a horse's speed compare to Jiang Fengyue's lightness skill?

Jiang Fengyue kicked the coachman to the ground in mid-air, then mounted his horse. After calming the frightened horse, he turned back to find the coachman.

After being kicked by Jiang Fengyue, the coachman had no chance to escape, and even moving on the ground was difficult.

Jiang Fengyue said coldly, "Do you have anything else to say?"

The coachman pleaded in a trembling voice, "Young master, young master, I was foolish for a moment. I shouldn't have coveted your things. Please, young master, spare me, please..."

Jiang Fengyue swung his sword, shaking his head and sighing repeatedly.

Was it really worth it for an honest rickshaw driver to lose his life for a windfall?

Jiang Fengyue rode his horse himself, and to prevent anyone from having any more designs on him, he did not plan to hire a coachman for the rest of the journey.

After all, a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.

The next day, Jiang Fengyue passed through another small town. He planned to have lunch at a small stall, because only in this way could he keep a close eye on his carriage at all times.

Even if he didn't hire a rickshaw driver, fate wouldn't let him have peace.

A small stall with not many customers.

Strangely, this little stall had more customers today than in the entire previous month combined.

These guests, however, neither sat down to eat nor took any leftovers home. They came here with the sole intention of causing trouble.

The man in the yellow shirt.

Dozens of men in yellow shirts surrounded the small stall, and the diners inside looked somewhat panicked.

Jiang Fengyue noticed that the people at the next table were already whispering among themselves.

A man at the next table, his face dark, whispered, "It's the Money Gang."

Another person asked, "What does the Money Gang do?"

The man at the next table exclaimed in surprise, "You don't even know the Money Gang? They're a newly formed gang in the martial arts world. It's said that their leader spent a lot of money to recruit more than a dozen top-ranked experts from the weapons ranking list, which is why they're able to stir up trouble in the martial arts world."

The other person's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Then why are they surrounding us?"

The man at the next table sighed, "I'm afraid someone at our stall has inadvertently offended the Money Gang."

Another person exclaimed, "What happens if you offend the Money Gang?"

The man at the next table said, word by word, "He'll die a horrible death."

Jiang Fengyue listened to their conversation, but instead of being afraid, she smiled slightly.

Those men in yellow shirts waited outside for a long time, seemingly waiting for some important person.

However, with them around, even fewer people dared to enter the already struggling stall. The stall owner looked troubled; he could tell that the people outside were not friendly, so he didn't dare to drive them away.

Just then, two people finally walked into the stall.

These two were also wearing apricot-yellow robes, but their robes looked much more noble than those of the ordinary disciples; the fabric alone was several times better than that of the ordinary disciples.

Their demeanor was also different from that of the yellow-shirted men guarding the outside; they looked more ferocious and arrogant, as if they didn't take anyone seriously.

One of the two men was an elderly man with a long white beard, who looked fairly normal.

The other person was different; his appearance was quite frightening because not only was his face green, but even his eyes were green.

The people at the next table stared wide-eyed when they saw the two people walk in.

Another person asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The man at the next table whispered, "Do you know who these two are?"

Another person exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be someone incredibly powerful?"

The man at the next table nodded heavily and said, "That old man with the white beard is called Gao Xingkong. He is a master of acupressure and ranks thirty-seventh on Bai Xiaosheng's weapon ranking list. He is a top-notch expert in the martial arts world."

Another person muttered, "Ranked thirty-seventh, can he really be considered a master?"

The man at the next table shook his head and sighed, "There are countless people practicing martial arts in this world, but those who can be listed on the Weapon Ranking are already one in ten thousand masters."

The other man seemed to be deep in thought, nodding repeatedly. After a short while, he stared intently at the man with the greenish face and asked, "Is that man with the greenish face also a master on the weapon ranking list?"

The man at the next table lowered his voice even further and said, "That man is Tang Du, the Poisonous Mantis. His weapon is called the Mantis Blade, which is coated with deadly poison. If he can even make a small cut on someone, that person is doomed. The reason his face is green is because he eats the five poisonous creatures."

Listening to the two men's introduction, which sounded like a stand-up comedy routine, Jiang Fengyue couldn't help but find it somewhat interesting. Could these two be from Tianjin?

"Check-in!"

"Sign-in successful, Gao Xingkong has gained the ability to be immune to acupoint strikes."

"Signing in to Tang Du successfully, you have gained three years of internal energy."

Jiang Fengyue was secretly delighted. Although the ability to be immune to acupoint strikes came a little late, it could be put to use immediately today.

However, the two people at the next table quickly stopped making any noise.

It was because a small copper coin had appeared on their heads without them even noticing.

Jiang Fengyue also had copper coins on her head, as did everyone else at the stall.

He knew this was the rule of the Money Gang; when the Money Gang was doing something, they would place a copper coin on the head of everyone around them.

If anyone's copper coin falls to the ground, their head will fall with it.

After Gao Xingkong finished arranging the copper coins, he stood in the center of the stall and said sternly, "I will only ask once: whose carriage is that parked outside?"

Jiang Fengyue sighed inwardly; it turned out these people had come to seek revenge on him.

No one responded from inside the stall. Many of these people had seen that Jiang Fengyue had parked the carriage outside, but they were unwilling to speak.

Firstly, they were afraid of getting into trouble by speaking up; secondly, Gao Xingkong's tone was really unpleasant, and no one would want to answer someone like that.

This is only because most of the people at the stalls had never heard of the Money Gang. If they knew the Money Gang's modus operandi, they would be trembling with fear by now.

The person at the next table was trembling violently.

Tang Du sneered, "Fine, you're all very good. Since no one will admit it, you might as well all die together."

The person at the next table trembled even more violently.

Tang Du noticed him, walked up to him, and pointed his mantis knife at him.

Tang Du chuckled darkly, "You're so scared, could it be that the carriage outside is yours?"

The person at the next table said in a trembling voice, "I..."

Tang Du shouted, "Speak!"

After he shouted that, the knife in his hand didn't stop moving; he pretended to slash at the person at the next table.

Suddenly, a copper coin was thrown over and hit Tang Du's hand precisely. He felt the pain and loosened his grip on the knife.

The knife and the coin landed at the same time. When the knife hit the ground, it made only a "clang" sound before lying quietly on the ground.

The copper coin, however, seemed not to have completely lost its power, and was still spinning rapidly on the ground.

Tang Du was furious and turned around.

Jiang Fengyue looked at Tang Du with a smile; the small copper coin on his head had disappeared.