I Grind to Martial Saint

Han Yuan wasn't lying.

He truly wasn't from this world but had transmigrated from another one.

It was just that in this world, no one ever believed the truth.

The burly One-Eyed Dragon immediately thought Han Yuan was messing with him.

He cracked his neck, his expression turning vicious. "Little brother, it seems you don't want to be friends with us."

He was just a local thug from around Qing'an City. A moment ago, he had seen how generous Han Yuan was and could tell at a glance that he was new to Qing'an City with no connections. He'd been planning to extort him.

He hadn't expected this kid, Han Yuan, to be so tactless.

Han Yuan wore a strange expression. "Friends? I have no interest in being friends with dead men!"

BAM!!

Hearing this, one of the thugs slammed his hand on the table.

"Kid, what the hell do you mean by that!"

Han Yuan shook his head. "Why can't you understand plain speech?"

As he spoke, he swung his right elbow, smashing it into the burly One-Eyed Dragon who had his arm around his shoulder.

The burly One-Eyed Dragon had no time to react.

BANG!

His head exploded like a tomato.

The sight made the remaining underlings' scalps tingle with fear.

"Now... do you understand?"

Han Yuan said faintly.

The other thugs didn't dare reply. Terrified, they turned and fled the restaurant.

Just then, the Shopkeeper walked out of the main hall, carrying a wine jug.

Seeing the corpse on the floor, he quickly asked, "Sir, are you all right?"

Han Yuan replied faintly, "I'm fine. I was just worried I might have disturbed your business, Shopkeeper."

The Shopkeeper laughed. "Sir, you must be joking... In our Qing'an City, killing someone isn't such a big deal. No one will care."

"I'll have my waiters clean this up for you right away, so it doesn't spoil your mood."

Soon, the Shopkeeper called over two waiters, who carried away the One-Eyed Dragon's body and quickly washed the floor.

It was clear the two waiters must handle these things often; their movements were swift and practiced.

In the blink of an eye, the bloodstains were washed completely clean.

Han Yuan didn't even switch tables, simply remaining at the original one to eat.

After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he called the Shopkeeper over again.

"Shopkeeper, has anything big been happening in Qing'an City recently?"

The Shopkeeper said in a low voice, "There is one thing that's causing quite a stir lately. Outside our Qing'an City, there's a manor called Mountain Moon Manor. The Manor Master, Situ Cang, is an old master who has been famous in our Qing'an City for a long time. His Swordsmanship is superb, and his Cultivation has reached the True Qi Realm."

"Tomorrow is his hundredth birthday, and he has invited many people from the Martial World to attend."

"It's said there will also be a martial arts tournament for entertainment. Whoever is the last one standing will win a prize of a hundred taels of gold."

Hearing this, Han Yuan's eyes lit up.

After asking the Shopkeeper for more information about this Mountain Moon Manor, he returned to his room.

「The next day.」

Han Yuan went downstairs, checked out of his room, and after casually eating some steamed buns on the street, he left Qing'an City and headed for Mountain Moon Manor.

This time, he intended to win first place in the martial arts tournament held at Mountain Moon Manor.

To Han Yuan, the hundred taels of gold were naturally unimportant.

But he was afraid the Spirit Sun Sect wouldn't be able to find him, so he planned to show his face somewhere crowded.

This way, the Spirit Sun Sect would focus all their attention on hunting him down and ignore Zhang Cang and the others far away in Nanyuan County.

Besides, Han Yuan had already found out the location of Taicang Mountain.

He would head for Taicang Mountain as soon as he made his appearance.

The Taicang Mountain Range was vast and complex; he was curious to see if the people from the Spirit Sun Sect could find him there.

After leaving Qing'an City and walking quickly for more than ten li, Han Yuan entered a deep mountain forest.

This Mountain Moon Manor was located within these deep mountains.

Han Yuan didn't even need to ask for directions.

Because on this day, the deep mountains were unusually lively, filled with people from the Martial World rushing to attend Situ Cang's hundredth birthday banquet.

After all, Situ Cang had announced that anyone from the Martial World could attend.

Many of them knew their own limits and had no hope of winning the hundred taels of gold; they were just there for the free food and drinks.

Han Yuan followed behind these Martial World Wanderers and soon arrived at Mountain Moon Manor.

Speaking of which, Mountain Moon Manor was exceptionally bustling today, with a long line snaking out from the main gate.

It looked as if every Martial World Wanderer from Qing'an City had shown up.

Han Yuan also had to wait in line for a long time before he could enter Mountain Moon Manor.

Inside was a vast open space, now decorated with lanterns and colorful banners, with several hundred tables set up.

Almost every table was full.

Some people were already drinking, adding to the lively atmosphere.

Han Yuan, who neither revealed his Cultivation nor brought a gift, was naturally pegged by the Steward inside Mountain Moon Manor as a Martial World Wanderer there to freeload.

But a guest was still a guest. The Steward didn't chase Han Yuan away, merely seating him at a table in the corner, out of the way.

Han Yuan was more than happy with this arrangement.

The people at his table were also a motley crew.

They sat together, cracking melon seeds and peanuts while starting to boast and gossip.

"This birthday banquet for Situ Manor Master is really something else."

"I heard even Song Chong of the Flying Eagle Sword is here to offer his congratulations!"

"Song Chong? If he's here, who could possibly fight him in the tournament?"

"Don't overthink it. A master like him would naturally disdain to participate in this kind of competition."

"True."

Han Yuan remained silent, not saying a word. He sat there quietly, and no one bothered him.

According to the long-standing traditions of the Great Ling Dynasty, birthday banquets were always held at noon.

This was because anyone able to host such a banquet was already of a significant age and lacked the energy to stay up late; they would easily get drowsy if it went on into the evening.

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