My cross-dimensional black market shop has a 100% return rate.

Gan San Niang gave the water to Wu Da, who hurriedly washed his face—mainly his eyes—and finally felt a little better.

The monk glanced at Gan San Niang's hand with lingering fear. Gan San Niang had already put away the pepper spray, so Wu Da hadn't seen it.

But Wu Da couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "What a powerful water sprayer! It really hurt so much! Sister, with your skills, your life is safe. Your immortal master is truly remarkable!"

Seeing that Wu Da was getting better, Gan San Niang breathed a sigh of relief and smiled smugly, saying, "These two things of mine are nothing."

"Brother, you haven't seen it. The Immortal Master also has drones and some kind of bird cannon. Those two things are truly powerful, earth-shattering. If the fourth leader of Songgou Mountain encountered them, he would probably only be waiting to die."

"Unmanned chicken? Bird cannon?"

Wu Da smacked his lips, imagining two enormous birds of prey, with beaks like sharp cones and claws like blades, whose wingspan would blot out the sky.

In that case, the fourth leader would naturally be no match for him.

"Walk."

He called to Gan San Niang, and together they walked through the mountains and forests towards Songgou Mountain.

Not long after they descended the mountain, the two saw a number of people heading up the mountain behind them. Shouts could be heard from time to time in the mountains. Judging from the sounds, it seemed that government officials had gone up the mountain and discovered the dead body in the temple.

Wu Da glanced back and said in a deep voice, "I usually go back around this time, but I'm back earlier today."

The birdman from Songgou Mountain timed it perfectly, summoning the officials to come up the mountain at that moment.

If I were to go back as usual, I'm afraid I'd be surrounded by officials.

"Witchcraft scholar, oh! What a witchcraft scholar!"

Gan San Niang said, "Brother, don't be angry. Let's go to their shady inn and make a scene."

If you want to stay at the Immortal Master's Inn, you'll need to pay for some things. We've killed those shady innkeepers, brother. You can gather some things to use as payment, and I'll introduce you to the Immortal Master's Inn. How about that?

Another day, when we're fully prepared, we'll go to Songgou Mountain and wipe them out completely.

She didn't intend to tell Wu Da that introducing him to a hotel would consume her hotel days.

She had no way to repay the life-saving grace, so how could she be stingy?

Wu Da said, "Let's take it one step at a time and kill that shady inn first."

As night fell, the two took advantage of the darkness to move forward in the dark.

They all possessed martial arts skills, and Gan San Niang had already mastered the "Zhen Yue Chan Gong," greatly improving her abilities. In just one night, she had traveled dozens of miles and was approaching the Song Gou Mountain area.

The two men spotted the shady inn in the distance; it was located at the foot of the mountain on the official road.

The shop was neither too big nor too small. A person was coming out of the doorway, hanging a brown coarse cloth wine flag.

The wine flag was torn open by the mountain wind, revealing the three large characters "Peace and Rest" written on it, the ink crooked and messy, fluttering in the wind.

The paper-covered windows shone with the dim yellow glow of the oil lamp, making it look ordinary, like a typical inn where the shopkeeper was getting up early to prepare for business.

"Hey girl, aren't you tired?"

Wu Da asked a question.

Gan San Niang said, "Brother, don't underestimate me. I have mastered your 'Zhen Yue Chan Gong' and I am now very strong. Traveling all night is nothing to me."

Wu Da said, "Then let's charge over there. This bird shop opened so early this morning, it must have had some business yesterday."

According to their usual practices, they would chop up the people they poisoned and killed in the shop yesterday into minced meat to make dumplings, and take the stolen goods to the mountain as soon as possible.

"Let's first block the road up the mountain and slaughter all the people transporting the goods, then go to that lousy shop and kill them all."

Gan San Niang said, "I will follow your orders, brother!"

Wu Da said, "Let's go!" and walked with Gan San Niang to the back of the inn, blocking a small path leading to Songgou Mountain.

Wait here for a while, and then horses will come out of the backyard of the inn with a flatbed wooden cart. There are three boxes on the cart, which are tied together with thick hemp rope and secured to the cart.

The driver was a henchman, and three other henchmen stood guard beside him.

Another person sat on top of the box, urging, "Hurry up, hurry up, the brothers on the mountain are waiting."

Wu Da and Gan San Niang both recognized him; it was Zhang Yuanzi, who was ranked 102nd on the mountain. They had heard that before coming up the mountain, he ran a black market shop selling human flesh buns, and he was still doing the same thing on the mountain.

The henchman driving the cart said, "Boss, don't be in a hurry. We travel this road every time, and we know it by heart. We won't be slow, we won't be slow."

Zhang Yuanzi kicked the henchman in the back, not too hard, not too soft: "What do you know?"

Several of my brothers went off to do something important today. They might catch that bird monk who stole our brother's woman and ran away as soon as it gets light.

That bird-monk is incredibly strong; his flesh must be very firm and difficult to handle. Only someone as skilled as me can skin, debone, and cut the meat.

Who was that bird monk talking about? How could Wu Da and Gan San Niang not understand?

Wu Da's thick eyebrows shot up. He could no longer bear it. He took a big step forward and smashed down with his staff, knocking down the driver and his horse. Brains splattered everywhere.

Seeing this, the three henchmen guarding the side hurriedly drew their swords and rushed forward. Gan San Niang also drew her sword and slashed one of the henchmen on the neck.

The henchman died instantly, but the knife was stuck in his shinbone, impossible to pull out or shake off.

Gan San Niang immediately abandoned her knife, took out pepper spray, and sprayed it indiscriminately.

"Ouch!"

Another henchman who had already closed in was instantly hit, his face sprayed with spittle. He screamed in agony as Gan San Niang used her knife to smash down the henchman's corpse that she had trapped.

Gan San Niang stepped on the corpse, pulled out the blunt knife, and then stabbed it into the head of the fallen henchman before stopping.

Meanwhile, the henchman on the other side had been knocked unconscious by Wu Da's punch and lay on the ground, lifeless.

Wu Da ignored him and swung his staff horizontally over the box.

Zhang Yuanzi was so startled that she tumbled off the box and turned to run away.

Wu Da shouted, "You birdbrain, where are you going!" He flung his staff away.

With a dull thud, Zhang Yuanzi was struck on the back of the head by the flying monk's staff, dented, and lay on the ground, twitching twice before becoming still.

"Brother, you've got some clever tricks up your sleeve!"

Gan San Niang praised.

Wu Da said, "Your strength has also increased, sister."

Ignoring the goods on the vehicle, the two charged straight into the shady shop.

Gan San Niang abandoned her knife and drew her baton, while Wu Da ran to Zhang Yuanzi's side, picked up his monk's staff, and rushed to the entrance of the black shop. Sure enough, they heard the sound of chopping meat coming from inside.

The people inside chatted as they chopped on the cutting board:

"I wonder if we can capture the head monk and that young lady from the Gan family today?"

"Why worry about that? Our strategist is full of brilliant ideas; we're sure to succeed!"

"Hiss—that's great! That young lady was disobedient and ran off with the big monk. Now that she's back, Chief Song probably won't want her anymore, right?"

"Probably not, maybe we should turn her into steamed buns."

"Hehe! That's even better. Before making steamed buns, we brothers might even get some enjoyment!"

Hehehehe!

Strange laughter erupted from inside, and Gan San Niang flew into a rage and stormed in.

Wu Da quickly followed and went inside to find that the people inside had already realized what was happening.

The one closest to Gan San Niang reacted quickly, raising his bone-chopping dagger and slashing at her.

Gan San Niang swung her baton, and the gleaming silver stick "whooshed" out and struck the ghost-head knife, instantly breaking it in two.

Gan San Niang attacked in a fit of rage, using all her strength in this blow. She broke the ghost-headed saber in two, and before the momentum stopped, she smashed the head of the person holding the saber to pieces.

"Wow, so much strength! And such a hard thing!"

Wu Da's eyes lit up, and he gave a compliment.