Constables: "What do we do now, do we still fight?"
Assassins: "This chump seems to have mighty martial arts..."
After waiting for a moment, Yang Ge grew impatient and spoke again, "Is there anyone here who can speak up? Come forward and answer me. What are you all really fighting for? Isn’t a post station for resting?"
As his words ended, a twitchy masked assassin bellowed fiercely, "The White Lotus Sect is handling affairs here; anyone who doesn’t want to die, scram!"
"Oh, the White Lotus Sect, huh? Impressive, impressive!"
Yang Ge suddenly understood and turned his head back to the group of constables: "And you? Which government office are you from?"
A valiant official wearing a black gauze cap and dark clothes, holding a ring-pommel saber, loudly replied: "I am Pei Jixun from Dali Temple, the Zuo. Who might you be?"
Yang Ge cleared his ears: "I’m just a passerby. Traveling through the night, I thought to come here for a rest... Could you possibly wait to continue your fight, and let me have a rest and eat a pancake?"
"Ignorant fool!"
"Don’t bother with him, hurry up..."
"Attack!"
The nonchalant attitude of Yang Ge irritated the masked assassins, and seeing the constables of Dali Temple had used the opportunity to regroup and prepare defenses, they noisily resumed their attack.
A brazen masked assassin even flicked several flying darts towards Yang Ge.
"What a nuisance!"
Yang Ge sighed, casually waved a surge of True Qi to deflect the darts, then shouted, "Hey, can anyone tell me, who among you is the good guy and who is the bad guy?"
Pei Jixun, who was fiercely fighting with his saber, noticed Yang Ge deflecting the darts through the air and loudly responded, "Great hero, I am on a secret mission from the capital to investigate the Magistrate of Laizhou in Shandong, Jia Xijin, for colluding with Ning Wang’s house in plotting a rebellion. These evil minions of the White Lotus Sect are after the evidence I found!"
"Shandong? Ning Wang?"
Yang Ge inwardly muttered ’what a bloody mess,’ and replied aloud, "You’re joking, the Chief of Staff from the Qi party just got the Minister of Revenue’s position, how could he be colluding with Ning Wang to plot a rebellion?"
Upon hearing this, Pei Jixun knew he was dealing with a knowledgeable person and quickly responded, "Great hero, Jia Xijin isn’t from the Qi party; he is the backbone of the Zhe party."
"A Zhe party official ending up in the Qi party’s bed? These officials really know how to play their games!"
He clicked his tongue in amazement and shook his head, "That makes more sense... Hey, members of the White Lotus Sect, could you possibly give me some face, stop the attack and withdraw for tonight?"
"Who do you think you are!"
"Not a single one should be left alive..."
"Kill him!"
The gang of masked assassins, upon hearing this, flew into a rage, and immediately over a dozen of them surrounded Yang Ge.
Yang Ge glanced around, leapt up, and executed the Floating Snow Palm toward these dozen or so masked assassins.
The powerful True Qi transformed into an overwhelming palm force that descended from the sky, causing several of the masked assassins to be sent flying, coughing up blood.
"We’re in a tight spot; Master Qian, Master Wu, quickly aid me!"
One of the masked assassins wielding a nine-ring saber shouted upon seeing this.
Yang Ge, upon hearing this, employed a Thousand Catty Drop, landing straight on that person.
The person was frightened at the sight and swung a nine-ringed broadsword towards Yang Ge.
Yang Ge lifted his left leg and swayed, nonchalantly deflecting the nine-ringed broadsword, while his right palm delivered a blow like a fierce tiger climbing the mountain, powerfully and thunderously striking the man’s forehead.
The man was breathless on the spot.
Yang Ge landed, casually took the nine-ringed broadsword from the man’s hand, threw himself into the midst of the bustling masked assassins, and flung a series of ’Breaking Wind Eight Styles,’ creating waves of blade energy that mowed down opponents like cutting grass!
The densely packed masked assassins were cleared out by him on the spot, creating a large, bloody clearing...
"Clang!"
A double-handed sword engraved with the Big Dipper on its blade blocked the nine-ringed broadsword.
Yang Ge looked up to see a tall figure in a nightgown of fine material with subtle patterns, standing before him.
"It’s not nice to slash my White Lotus Sect brothers like they are mere weeds, is it?"
The surrounding masked assassins bowed and made a fist salute to the man, then retreated...
This person seemed to have just arrived and appeared to have a high status.
Yang Ge sheathed his sword and took two steps back, "I asked them to give me face; not only did they refuse, but they also wanted to kill me... What could I do?"
The tall figure also lowered his sword and shook his head slowly, "The White Lotus Sect has its principles and does not abandon its missions halfway."
Yang Ge, "That makes it difficult!"
The tall figure, "Since you’re just passing by, why not continue on your way? It’s unwise to get involved in this messy affair based solely on a corrupt official’s one-sided story!"
Yang Ge, "It’s not entirely because of his one-sided story; there’s a bit of a personal grudge involved too."
The tall figure, "Is there a way to resolve it?"
Yang Ge, "Probably not."
The tall figure, "Then how can you be persuaded to stop? Please, draw a line."
Yang Ge thought it over and answered, "How about this, you take three strikes from me, and if you survive, I’ll turn around and leave; or you stab me three times, and if I die, it’ll all be settled."
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"No need for such trouble!"
The tall figure promptly returned the salute, "I shall give you face today. Let’s meet another day in the martial world and then we can determine who is superior!"
"Huh?"
Yang Ge, puzzled, "You’re not even going to insist? What if I can’t kill you with three strikes?"
The tall figure, "Indeed, there’s no need for trouble. Such a trivial matter is not worth battling to the death with a master like you."
"Boring!"
Yang Ge yawned, "Then, please continue. It’s getting late, and I wish to rest early!"
The tall figure nodded, sheathed his sword, whistled, and strode towards the exit of the post station.
In an instant, the masked assassins who were fighting with the Dali Temple constables retreated like the tide, orderly removing the dead and wounded from the station.