"Grab your belongings and get out of here!" Jiang Yun's face turned grim as he spoke, suppressing his inner anger.
Li Danni was frightened by Jiang Yun's stern expression and didn't dare to say much. However, there were still some who were reckless. Zhao Guanren's face turned sour as he pointed at Jiang Yun and said, "Speak more politely. I didn't say I despised your mother for bringing along her family."
"That's right, look at Zhao Guanren being so magnanimous. Not to criticize you, Sister Wenwen, I know it's not easy for you as a woman to support your family, but you should still guide your son properly. With his personality, he'll cause trouble sooner or later."
Initially, Li Danni was somewhat afraid of Jiang Yun's fierce appearance, but when she saw Zhao Guanren here, she immediately straightened up. After all, Zhao Guanren wasn't someone to be trifled with; he had the support of the Deputy City Lord.
Zhao Guanren was also suppressing his anger. He had taken notice of Wenwen's beauty and had come here today with Li Danni specifically to propose marriage. He had thought that with his status and power, anyone he set his eyes on would consider themselves lucky, but Wenwen seemed completely indifferent to his advances.
At first, she politely declined, and Zhao Guanren assumed he might have been too forward. However, before he knew it, this wildling named Jiang Yun appeared out of nowhere and took a firm stance. Jiang Yun's arrogant demeanor didn't sit well with Zhao Guanren. Despite this, Zhao Guanren had read a few books and knew better than to engage in a dispute with lower-class individuals.
"Go and inquire around. Anyone who has served as a concubine for someone I've sought, tell me when I mistreated them." Zhao Guanren might not have heard the saying, "If you don't court death, you won't die."
"I'll count to three, and if you're not gone by then, don't blame me for being impolite."
"Three... Two..."
A chill ran down Zhao Guanren's spine as he felt as if a sword was poised at his throat, even though Jiang Yun's sword had not left its sheath.
"Zhao Guanren, I heard from Zui Xian Lou's people that you've come here to knock on the widow's door."
At this moment, a brazen voice came from outside the door. Then, the door was pushed open, and a man in his thirties led a few guards into the courtyard.
Upon hearing the voice outside, Zhao Guanren immediately straightened his posture and looked at Jiang Yun, saying, "Kid, don't keep ordering people around. Even in Dai Cheng, not just anyone can act recklessly."
"One!"
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yun's Qīng Píng sword flashed out like lightning. Zhao Guanren felt a cold sensation on his forehead, and his hat along with a clump of his dark hair flew through the air simultaneously.
Although Jiang Yun had sliced off the hair and the hat, he hadn't harmed Zhao Guanren's scalp in the slightest. He merely intended to give him a warning.
Unfortunately, Zhao Guanren's intelligence wasn't as high as Jiang Yun had imagined. He failed to realize that Jiang Yun had held back significantly, and he assumed Jiang Yun was merely humiliating him.
"You, you wait..."
Zhao Guanren covered his scalp and went out to call for backup. The man coming toward him couldn't help but laugh when he saw Zhao Guanren's disheveled appearance, bending over in amusement.
"Hahaha, Zhao Guanren, how did it take no time for you to transform into Zhao Big Bald?"
Zhao Guanren didn't pay attention to the mockery and said, "Brother Chen, we're friends after all. If you help me teach that kid inside a lesson, I promise to treat you to seven days at the Yaochi Hua Fang."
The man entering the room was Zhao Guanren's drinking buddy, Chen Fu. Chen Fu was the son of the city lord, and when he heard Zhao Guanren offer the treat at Yaochi Hua Fang, his eyes lit up.
"Zhao Guanren, are you serious?"
Zhao Guanren had control over half of Dai Cheng's entertainment establishments, but he had a penchant for respectable women. Chen Fu had always claimed that he was wasting his resources. Yaochi Hua Fang was one of Zhao Guanren's most renowned establishments, and Chen Fu had visited a few times, finding it enjoyable. Hearing Zhao Guanren's promise of seven days at Yaochi Hua Fang, he was tempted.
"Alright, I'll take care of this matter, brother. I don't believe there's anything in Dai Cheng that Chen Fu can't handle." Chen Fu instructed a few guards with arrogance, kicking open the doors to the hall.
As soon as Chen Fu entered, his eyes were drawn to Wenwen's elegant aura and beauty, which left him awestruck. He stroked his chin and said, "Zhao Brother, how about this? I'll help you cripple that kid, and you don't need to treat me to Yaochi Hua Fang. Just give me this woman."
Zhao Guanren was currently focused on getting back at Jiang Yun. He wasn't paying much attention to Wenwen, so he nodded and said, "Do as you please, Chen Brother. I just want that kid to be unable to stand up."
Jiang Yun suppressed his anger and advised Wenwen, "Mother, please go back to the room. Things might get bloody from here on. Don't watch."
Wenwen looked worriedly at Jiang Yun, but she knew that staying would only complicate matters for him. She said, "Yun'er, don't be too stubborn."
After Wenwen went back to her room, Jiang Yun's expression turned icy. He pointed his sword at Chen Fu and said, "Your mouth really stinks. From now on, don't speak anymore."
Chen Fu was fixated by Jiang Yun's sword-like gaze, involuntarily taking a step back. He suddenly realized that he had been frightened by someone's gaze. Annoyed and embarrassed, he retorted, "Words should be backed by skills."
With a commanding look, Jiang Yun's three guards behind Chen Fu stepped forward. With three Qi-Wu Eighth Layer guards at the side of a debauched figure, it wasn't surprising that Chen Fu had grown so arrogant. The spiritual fluctuations Jiang Yun emitted indicated only the Third Layer of Qi-Wu, which meant that Chen Fu's confidence wasn't entirely baseless.
However, the next moment, both Chen Fu and Zhao Guanren were nearly dumbfounded.
The three Qi-Wu Eighth Layer guards hadn't even reached Jiang Yun when they all covered their eyes and retreated. Jiang Yun's figure moved swiftly between the guards, and his Qīng Píng sword stabbed rapidly into the eyes of one guard, leaving him bleeding profusely without the chance to react.
What kind of speed was this? Three Qi-Wu Eighth Layer guards had been blinded by a single sword strike.
Chen Fu and Zhao Guanren felt a chill down their spines. At that moment, Jiang Yun's gaze fell upon them, and they quickly turned and attempted to flee.
Unfortunately, Jiang Yun's speed far surpassed theirs. In just a few leaps, he was already blocking their path. He stood before them and coldly said, "I told you your mouths were foul. Don't even think about speaking from now on."
With a flash, Jiang Yun was in front of them. He kicked Chen Fu below the belt, and a look of agony twisted across Chen Fu's face. But before he could react, Jiang Yun's Qīng Píng sword was shoved into Chen Fu's mouth. With a fierce motion, Jiang Yun churned it back and forth, turning Chen Fu's tongue into a mass of shredded flesh that spilled out of his mouth.
"Ahh..."
Chen Fu collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain. He managed to squeeze out a few words through his choked throat, his eyes filled with malevolence directed at Jiang Yun.
Jiang Yun turned to face Zhao Guanren and said, "You were the one who said I wouldn't be able to stand up again, right?"
Before Zhao Guanren could respond, Jiang Yun swung his Qīng Píng sword downward. Zhao Guanren's legs were severed, and he let out a cry of pain before losing consciousness and collapsing to the ground.