Chapter 139 Farewell, you bastard

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Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at Shi Potian, their eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

"The Undefeated Southerner? He is the Undefeated Southerner?" someone exclaimed.

"The one who single-handedly defeated the Five Great Protectors of Mount Song and killed Yu Canghai with a single palm strike at the 'Golden Basin Washing Hands' ceremony?"

"I heard he also knows the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and fought against many masters of the Beggars' Sect single-handedly in a series of bizarre and dramatic events!"

"And also, on Dongting Lake, he used an embroidery needle to sew up the mouth of the Great Wheel King, the number one martial arts master of Tibet!"

The figures in the martial arts world chattered amongst themselves, their words becoming increasingly outrageous, and their gazes toward Shi Potian shifted from surprise and doubt to awe.

The two swordsmen of Diancang gripped their broken swords, their faces alternating between red and white. Just moments ago they had been swaggering in front of this person, only to find they couldn't even defeat his subordinates—they were so humiliated they just wanted to find a block of tofu to smash their heads against.

Songwen Daoist took a deep breath, sheathed his sword, and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute: "So it is Young Hero Lin in person. This humble Daoist was blind to your greatness and has offended you greatly."

Shi Potian waved his hand: "You're here to fight the Japanese pirates too, you're not bad people. It's just that he really isn't a Japanese pirate, you've misunderstood."

Qu Feiyan laughed from the side, "Do you know how those Japanese pirates ran away? They were driven away by my little brother! Last night, my little brother, all alone with just a knife, charged in and out of the pirate camp seven times, killing hundreds of pirates. Only then did they flee in fear! Now that you've come, you naturally can't even see a trace of the pirates!"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

"One person? Killed hundreds?"

"Really?"

"The Invincible South truly lives up to its reputation..."

Everyone's expression changed instantly, and their gazes towards Shi Potian became even more awe-inspiring. They had heard all along that the Japanese pirates had blocked the gates of Nanjing, demanding bribes and preventing the defending troops from leaving the city. They never expected that Lin Pingzhi would resolve the situation so easily in a single night.

Master Songwen bowed deeply: "The greatest heroes are those who serve their country and its people. Young Hero Lin, upon entering the martial world, first saved Liu Zhengfeng's family, and then the entire population of Nanjing. He is a model of righteousness, and I deeply admire him. We have been presumptuous in what we have done today. Farewell."

Daoist Tianyi also sheathed his sword, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Young Hero Lin, we became friends after this fight. You are truly a fine man. I, Tianyi, am ashamed. Farewell."

The two swordsmen of Diancang exchanged a glance. Although they were frustrated, they knew they had bitten off more than they could chew. The tall swordsman sheathed his broken sword and said in a low voice, "Young Master Lin, I apologize for my rudeness earlier. Farewell."

After saying that, he grabbed his junior brother and turned to leave.

Seeing that the leading figures from the prestigious sects had left, the other martial arts figures also dispersed. In the blink of an eye, only Shi Potian and his group remained on the dock.

Qu Feiyan proudly linked arms with Shi Potian: "A person's name is like a tree's shadow. Little brother, look how useful your name is now! As soon as people hear your name, they obediently disperse."

Shi Potian said, "Brother Yuanfei is still the most powerful."

Longkui leaned against the gunwale and teased, "Young镖头 (镖头 is a nickname for a镖师, meaning镖师 is a powerful figure in the martial arts world), you're now the invincible Southern镖师, when will you become the number one in the world?"

Shi Potian said, "This title doesn't sound good, I don't like it."

The crowd chatted and laughed as they boarded the ship one after another. The large ship slowly left the dock and sailed downstream.

Behind them, the city of Nanjing gradually receded into the distance.

The ship arrived in Zhenjiang two days later.

Zhenjiang, formerly known as Jingkou, is located at the confluence of the Yangtze River and the Grand Canal, and has been a vital transportation hub for north-south waterways since ancient times. The docks were bustling with cargo ships and merchants, even more so than Nanjing.

Standing at the bow of the ship, Shi Potian gazed at the city that was both strange and familiar, thinking of many people, and for a moment he was lost in thought.

"Hey bro, what's wrong?" Qu Feiyan asked as she leaned closer.

Shi Potian said, "It's nothing. It's just that this place... feels a bit familiar."

Longkui asked, "Has the young镖头 (bodyguard/escort) visited Zhenjiang before?"

Shi Potian said, "It seems like I've been here before."

Lin Zhennan sighed, "Ping'er's amnesia is getting worse and worse. We need to hurry to Kaifeng to find Ping Yizhi."

Shi Potian said, "Father, let's stay in Zhenjiang tonight. I want to... wander around."

Lin Zhennan glanced at Madam Wang, who nodded: "Alright. We've been traveling for several days, everyone must be tired. Let's rest for one night before we continue."

After disembarking, the group found an inn near the dock to stay at. Shi Potian asked for a room facing the street. Opening the window, he saw the bustling streets of Zhenjiang City. Vendors selling candied hawthorns, acrobats performing tricks, and pedestrians coming and going—a scene of peace and prosperity.

But he always felt that this place shouldn't be like this. There should be a group of people calling him "Gang Leader"; there should be a girl who would always sneak into his room in the middle of the night, call him "Brother Tian," and take him out to play; and there should be Sister Shijian who takes good care of him.

But where are those people?

As night fell, Zhenjiang City gradually quieted down. Shi Potian lay in bed, listening to the drumbeats outside the window, unable to fall asleep. At the second watch of the night, he quietly got up, opened the window, and silently leaped out.

"Hiding his merits and fame," he used his lightness skill to blend into the darkness, and no one knew he had gone out.

Zhenjiang City is not large; with his light-footed skills, he could circle the city in the time it takes to burn an incense stick. He flew from the east to the west, and from the south to the north, seeing every street and every house clearly.

He stopped on the city wall, gazing at the sleeping city below, feeling a sense of melancholy.

"No," he murmured. "Nothing at all."

That boy nicknamed "Dog Bastard," that foolish kid who accidentally became the gang leader, that beggar who learned martial arts from Xie Yanke on Sky Cliff—it seems he truly no longer exists. It's as if it was all just a dream, and when the dream ended, nothing remained.

Shi Potian sat on the city tower for a long time until the night breeze grew cool before he got up to prepare to go back.

Suddenly, the sound of clothes tearing in the wind arose from a distant alley, extremely rapid and intense, clearly indicating a fierce battle between experts.

He didn't want to meddle, but the sound of clashing weapons grew closer and closer, and five dark figures chased after a tall figure like ghosts, arriving at the foot of the city wall in an instant.

The leader sneered menacingly, "Xiang Wentian, you have betrayed the Divine Sect. In this vast world, is there still a place for you to hide? Where do you think you can escape to? The Sect Leader has ordered that if you cannot be captured alive, you shall be killed on the spot!"

The man in front didn't even turn his head, letting out a cold laugh: "You lackeys of Dongfang Bubai, dare to accuse me of betraying the sect? It's you opportunists who have betrayed the sect!"

Shi Potian's heart skipped a beat. Dongfang Bubai? Isn't that the leader of the Sun Moon Cult?

The five men chased him to the foot of the city wall, where the man in front suddenly stopped and turned around. In the moonlight, they saw that he was tall and thin, and although he was covered in blood, he had an aura of dominance over the world.

"Five against one, and you still chased me like a ghost for three days and three nights. You really are a bunch of loyal dogs," he sneered.