He just genuinely wanted to rid the world of evil for the people, definitely not for the silver taels they carried. He’s simply someone who detests evil with a passion.
Speak of the devil.
After advancing a few hundred meters further, as he passed through a dense forest, an arrow shot out from the woods.
Whoosh—
The arrow flew at lightning speed, aiming straight for Lin Zheyu’s chest.
Clang!
A flash of the blade, Lin Zheyu casually swung his knife, and with a snap, the arrow broke into two and fell to the ground.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
The other side had no intention of leaving any witnesses, and a dozen more arrows flew out from the woods.
Lin Zheyu moved, executing the Golden Swan Skill, with the knife whistling, silver gleams flashing, slicing all the arrows in half.
"He’s a tough one, retreat!"
In the dense forest, the leader of the men, upon seeing this, felt a tightness in his heart, realizing they had encountered a master.
He made a quick decision, discarding his crossbow, and dashed towards the prepared escape route.
Those holding crossbows nearby also showed signs of panic at his words, frantically following their leader to flee.
They had just seen someone appear, looking like a city boy, and casually shot a cold arrow, intending to resolve him quickly.
Little did they know the arrival was a tough opponent, easily slicing through the arrows with his knife.
Such skill definitely reached the level of the Refining Internal Organ Realm, something they could not compete with.
Ah!
After running only a few meters, the brother at the rear was slashed by the sharp blade, with a sound of "puchi", he was split in two, blood splattering everywhere.
The leader felt a tightness in his chest, eyes showing terror, realizing how fast that guy was, appearing behind them in the blink of an eye!
Whoosh~
The man pulled out two cloth bags from his bosom, and threw them fiercely towards Lin Zheyu, white powder spreading through the air.
At this moment, he couldn’t care less about his brothers behind him, his life was the priority.
"Using this trick again!"
Lin Zheyu’s gaze hardened, halting his movement.
Real combat is far more sinister and vicious than what Mr. Liang taught about sparring; no one would be foolish enough to match you purely on strength.
Using underhanded tactics, shooting cold arrows, and sprinkling poison powder are the most common methods.
But even using poison requires a certain level of skill!
The few men before him, the strongest among them was just at the Bone Forging Realm, such weaklings could be easily dealt with without close combat.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
Lin Zheyu pulled five daggers from his waist pouch, and with a forceful throw, the dagger flew out, penetrating the tough skulls, embedding in the back of the heads of the five men.
Ah, ah, ah—
Screams echoed, the nameless men fell forward one by one, bodies twitching, their eyes gradually losing focus.
"First business... cough cough, no, it’s ridding evil for the people."
Lin Zheyu looked at the six corpses on the ground, feeling no ripples in his heart.
These guys were desperate criminals, with untold amounts of innocent blood on their hands.
Once the white powder in the air dispersed, Lin Zheyu waited a bit longer, then used a hemp cloth to wrap his hand, cautiously stepping forward to search the bodies.
He increasingly felt the necessity to learn more about poisons; if he knew what kind of poison powder that man had thrown, he wouldn’t have to be so cautious now.
"As expected, these guys weren’t carrying any silver taels."
Lin Zheyu searched thoroughly but found no silver taels.
These desperadoes, while hunting others, often ended up in dire straits themselves.
Whenever they went out, they were always prepared to die, their lives hanging by a thread; they would never carry money with them.
On them, he found no coins, just various small bottles, packets of powders in different colors, for healing, curing illnesses, and detoxifying, everything available.
Along with those, there were some poisoned hidden weapons, and the like.
Besides these, there was a small bag of freshly gathered wild herbs, likely stolen from some unfortunate herb gatherer.
"These things can be useful, just hard to sell; if I find the right channel, they might fetch a few pieces of silver."
Lin Zheyu looked at the assorted mess he had scavenged; these guys had indeed prepared well in order to survive.