man's hooded black robe looked very similar to the one worn by the little fat man in Sān Shān City. At the same time, he was bald.The bald man's gaze was dangerous, with little consideration for time...Outside the south city of Linzi, there is a mountain called Gan Ma Mountain. Legend has it that a general once galloped his horse here and died suddenly. The name of this general is unknown to people, only the name of the mountain is passed down. It seems that someone who could die from hurrying on the march road is not considered a famous general.

For some reason, this mountain gradually became a burial ground, with many tombs relocated there.

Because it still has some renown, resting here is said to have the protection of generals. It's not just anyone who can be buried here, so it's considered a pretty good cemetery.

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Xu Xiangqian's ancestral home, the place chosen five hundred years ago by his family, is right here.

That's why there are so many people in Linzi.

Once out of the city, it was not so crowded. However, there were still many people on the official road: those on excursions, merchants, and various others.

After walking for about half an incense stick's time, the people on the road gradually became less visible.

Jiang Wang hesitated for a moment, then said, "You go first, I'll catch up later."

Xu Xiangqian didn't ask why, just replied with a sound, and continued walking forward.

And Jiang Wang, sword in hand, turned and strode purposefully toward a porter.

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The porter was carrying a load of stone and moved aside to make way. Jiang Wang followed suit, shifting sideways two steps. Then the porter lifted his head and spoke in the local Linzi dialect: "Sir, I'm not moving. You go first."

With beads of sweat on his forehead and a rather honest, simple smile.

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"I'm afraid you can't keep up," Jiang Wang said.

“As you say, what can I do for you I’m carrying stones to the front, taking a different path than you.”

This porter looked to be in his thirties or forties. But if you took away the yellow tinge from his face and tidied up that scraggly beard, he could easily look ten years younger.

Jiang Wang stared at him and said, "How do you know that we're not on the same path How do you know... where I'm going"

The porter was taken aback for a moment, but quickly replied, "You're following those people who are going to a funeral. You must be heading to Ma Shan. There's no need to think about it further."

Jiang Wang looked down and gestured for him to look at his feet: "These boots of yours, I've seen them dozens of times. How come you're not willing to change them"

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The porter only then realized where the problem lay. He hadn't expected the person who had prepared his gear to make such a low-level mistake. But this wasn't the time to quibble.

Thanks for your help.

Such thoughts arose in his mind.

Without a word, he threw the burden in his hand and charged at Jiang Wang, smashing him with the pole and two baskets of stones.

To produce such a loud bang over such a short distance speaks volumes about the force behind it.

Jiang Wang drew his sword, and a cold light flashed. The poleaxe snapped in two, and the stones split apart, as if they were alive, all moving around Jiang Wang.

And Jiang Wang, right in the midst of this, strode forward on his own, sword tip aimed straight at the strongman's vital point.

The porter clasped his hands together, unexpectedly grabbing the sword with his bare palms. Then, he twisted it outward with force while delivering a ferocious straight kick at the same time.

Jiang Wangrang also refused to yield, twisting his sword slightly. Furious sword energy burst out in a whirlwind instantly.

To save his hands, the porter had to let go and fall back.

Jiang Wang aimed his sword, slashing downward to sever the lifter's leg before he could fully retract it. However, a surge of military energy erupted from the leg, enveloping it and propelling it upwards, preparing to clash directly with the Long Xiangsi sword.

This straightforward and ruthless tactic is indeed befitting of a cultivator within the army.

Ginger's heart had made a judgment. His sword move countered, slashing towards his opponent's throat again.

And that porter's eyes flashed with cold light. He only raised his left hand to block his neck, but his foot didn't hesitate at all as it stabbed towards Jiang Wang's heart.

There's a certain ruthlessness about taking things into one's own hands.

Jiang Wang reached out like lightning, pressing on his calf, and the man was already airborne, spinning in the air, striking directly with a whip kick!

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Crackle!

The whip kick exploded through the air, striking the porter who was blocking his way in the neck, pressing his arm inward.

With his fist, he struck the man's right cheek, sending him flying.

This all happened in the blink of an eye, it was a flurry of activity, so fast there wasn't even time to form a spell.

In terms of strength, this porter-dressed follower is no less powerful than Xi Munan who once held the city lord's seal in Jiacheng. He is quite remarkable even among those in the Tenglong Realm.

But for Jiang Wang now, this level of strength is far from enough.

However, the lifter was kicked away by a leg and immediately flipped himself over. Yet, Jiang Wang had already moved again to be right in front of him, so close that they were practically touching.

This is a distance that cannot be avoided, and one where life and death can be easily met.

“Don’t make me lose control.” Jiang Wang said.

Like a basin of cold water poured on his head, the porter instantly calmed down.

Even in Linzi, killing someone who was tracking you, even if their identity was unknown, wasn't a justifiable reason.

>And just now, the gap in strength has become very apparent.

Compared to those reckless youngsters who charge headfirst into danger, the opponent's rationality is always reassuring.

Jiang Wang sheathed his sword and asked calmly, "Who sent you to follow me"

The porter gritted his teeth and said, “I can’t say.”

"Not unwilling, but unable" Jiang Wang pondered for a moment: "In the military, Wang Yiwu"

He couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, feeling as if he had caught onto Wang Yiwu's weakness. This was an unexpected gain from this trip: "Using military orders for personal affairs"

"Not so!" the porter retorted, "You are not from Qi, and your origins are unknown. Now you're mingling in Linzi. We have the duty to guard the capital, and we have reason to investigate you."

Wang Yiwu was indeed not so easy to pin down. This was a self-initiated investigation within the military, and it could be said that it was in accordance with regulations.

But even when things aren't going your way, you should still project an air of confidence and strength, let alone when you are in the right.

"Not to mention that my title of Baron is a royal decree. Even the Emperor himself has seen me in the Dong Hua Pavilion and acknowledged my achievements. You doubt me Doubt the Emperor's judgment"

Jiang Wang glared at him, his expression practically screaming 'What are you' "Which army do you belong to"

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"We were just investigating...and didn't do anything."

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"Then, do you know what the relationship is between Wang Yiwu and Chong Xuan Zun What's my relationship with Chong Xuan Sheng Are Chong Xuan Zun and Chong Xuan Sheng currently competing for the position of head of the family How intense is this competition, and how much is at stake" Jiang Wang asked a series of questions.

Even with his face painted a sickly yellow, the porter's expression remained unreadable: "I... I didn't think about that much. I just followed orders."

Jiang Wang stared at him, her fingers lightly tapping the hilt of her sword.

The porter remained silent, waiting for his decision.

After a long time, Jiang Wang said: "Wipe your face clean so I can remember who you are."

Given this person's cultivation level, they would certainly not be an ordinary soldier in any army. The fact that Wang Yiwu sent someone like this to follow him is very suspicious and doesn't seem like a simple case of tracking. If Jiang Wang directly attacked and killed him, it would be too foolish.

Under the gaze of Jiang Wang's sword-like eyes, the coolie had no room to hesitate and directly reached out to wipe his face.

The yellowish thing was erased, even the whiskers disappeared.

Standing before me was a face of average appearance, but youthful and healthy, perhaps around twenty years old.

Jiang Wang was even more certain of his judgment, only saying: "We're on the same path now, aren't we"

And then, without another word, he turned and walked towards Xu Xiangqian's direction, not worrying at all that the other man would take the opportunity to escape.

Since both sides knew that escaping was impossible.

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The young man, still wearing the clothes of a porter, his face changing color for a moment, finally took a step and followed behind Jiang Wang.

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