Volume Two: The Weapon Registry — Chapter 113: The Three Hermits of the Southern Wilderness

The guests who arrived at noon had mostly become familiar with Mr. Hu. Although this chief steward of the Qi family possessed no martial arts skills, he carried an air of courteous dignity that even the roughest fellows present dared not behave boorishly.

When Mr. Hu returned, those scattered in the corridor in small groups greeted him with nods, and he responded with a warm smile to each.

“Is there really a hero in Tucheng City whom Mr. Hu personally greets? Which sect do you hail from, noble warrior? I am Meng Chan of Lion’s Ridge!”

Hearing this, Mr. Hu quickly introduced, “Everyone, this is Meng Chan, one of the foremost warriors under the Eastern Master's command. He can wrestle lions barehanded and has reached the eighth level of the Earth Soul realm. Even in the nascent Qin dynasty, he would be considered a top-tier expert.”

Meng Chan’s expression darkened when he heard they were from Qin. His fine mustache twitched in displeasure as he said, “Mr. Hu, I mean no disrespect, but the Qin dynasty has waged war against the Great Wilderness for years, leaving the people of Tucheng City in misery. How can there be a place for them at this gathering of heroes?”

The Qin identity was a sensitive matter in Tucheng City. Although many merchant caravans came from the Southern Wilderness, the two sides remained at war, and some topics were best left unsaid.

Mr. Hu explained, “Guests who have traveled from afar are honored, especially when their skills are so remarkable.”

“Then let’s sweat it out in the courtyard! I’ll have the honor of testing these heroes’ prowess!” Meng Chan seized the opportunity, grabbing the bronze mace at his waist and stepping toward the courtyard.

This was a test of his own abilities. Failure to pass meant no entry.

Ma Shan squinted his eyes and swiftly stepped forward. “Boss, let me handle this brat!”

“Be careful, don’t hurt him,” cautioned Liu Xiaoyi. “Mr. Hu, if anyone gets injured, will that be alright?”

“Rest assured. The Eastern Master has plenty of healing ointments. Our retainers often get bruised during sparring and are well stocked with remedies,” Mr. Hu replied with a somewhat embarrassed smile, sensing their intentions.

Ma Shan shed his coat, and the iron rings on his arms clanged as he assumed a fighting stance.

Meng Chan recognized the style and was secretly amazed. “The Iron Wire Fist is also practiced in the Great Wilderness, usually for strengthening the body. To have reached such a profound level of mastery, he must have trained tirelessly!”

He secretly admired Ma Shan, so he was cautious when attacking, holding his bronze mace vertically while using his left arm to guard his chest.

But Ma Shan went straight for a hard counter, crossing his arms to block and then bending his waist into a bow shape. Using the momentum of the bronze mace, he launched Meng Chan several yards away.

Before Meng Chan could react, a barrage of fists came flying rapidly. The clashing iron rings amplified the force, layering each strike with increasing power. By the twenty-third punch, Ma Shan’s forward lunge sent Meng Chan crashing into the courtyard wall, rendering him unconscious.

“Well done! Old Ma’s performance is over; now it’s my turn! Who’s next?” Cai Wu spat on the ground, slashing his heavy broadsword across the gate board before leaping into the courtyard to stand beside Ma Shan.

With Meng Chan defeated, another figure stepped forward, clasping his fists toward Mr. Hu. “I am Du Wu, Mountain King of the Du Mansion. I have come to seek your guidance.”

“Watch closely! Draw your weapons!” Cai Wu said nothing more, swinging his heavy broadsword fiercely. His rough sword aura spread wildly; he never bothered with flashy techniques, preferring practicality.

Few liked the heavy sword, as it sacrificed the sword’s natural grace for overwhelming force. It would be easier to wield a heavy hammer or axe instead.

Du Wu flickered like a shadow, slashing a sword aura through empty air. “Prepare to die!”

Crossing his daggers in front of him, he suddenly twisted to stab at Cai Wu’s neck from behind. Cai Wu flipped his heavy sword in a spin and slammed it down on his own back, blocking the strike.

Du Wu had not anticipated this move and was forced to throw one dagger forward, rolling away just in time to avoid the heavy sword.

He did not realize how sturdy Cai Wu’s body was; as the heavy sword knocked the dagger flying, it also struck Cai Wu’s back with a clang. Cai Wu chuckled, swaying twice before grabbing Du Wu’s collar with a backhand slap.

“How are you not hurt?” Du Wu was shocked, as that strike had landed solidly.

Cai Wu grinned, flashing his white teeth. “Come fly with me!” He tossed the heavy sword into the air. Du Wu tried to dodge but was too slow. The heavy sword struck his face, knocking him unconscious without a sound.

“Hey! Boss, how was that move? I’m fine — I often play around by hitting myself with the heavy sword,” Cai Wu said, slinging the broadsword over his back and standing beside Liu Xiaoyi.

Liu Xiaoyi nodded in approval, clearly satisfied with the two. Turning to Mr. Hu, who looked somewhat stunned, she said, “Mr. Hu, may we enter now?”

Though Meng Chan and Du Wu were not the strongest in the mansion, they were formidable heroes well above average. Being subdued by the stable boy beside Liu Xiaoyi was somewhat humiliating.

The other guests murmured in frustration but dared not confront them, as none were as skilled as Meng Chan or Du Wu.

The Great Wilderness bore deep grudges against Jiuzhou—resentments that could not be healed by a few simple contests. Liu Xiaoyi cared little for reconciliation; as long as it did not interfere with her plans, that was enough.

The banquet was set in the main hall. As dusk fell, many seats already had guests. They sipped cold dishes and chatted loudly about mundane martial world affairs with flushed faces.

Stories of escort caravans ambushed, heroes betrayed, the most beautiful daughters in various households, and which sect leaders made fools of themselves—such gossip was the favorite pastime of wandering knights.

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