You must know that even the basic Gang Fist requires gradual opening, and when releasing a punch, energy must be accumulated. If you feel muscle pain and find your whole body spraying blood, it means you're nearing the limit and need to restrain yourself or you won't be able to withstand it.

But the Flame Fist is different, there's no room for regret or hesitation! With a whoosh! It ignites all the Essence Blood in your body! Releasing the Body Qi fiercely like a raging fire! Only attacking without defense! Burning myself out! Unleashing an incredibly hot and overwhelmingly powerful punch! Crushing everything! It's you or me! Here comes another punch!

And so, with one punch it exploded...

Huangfu Yi was taken aback, suddenly realizing, he checked his body, touching here and there, trying to move his limbs. Making sure he hadn't lost any arms or legs.

Surprisingly, nothing was wrong?

Really unharmed, not even a scratch? How is this possible??

He attempted breathing, transferring energy, and exerting force, and after examining himself, Huangfu Yi finally understood.

Ah, so that's it, because this Flame Fist was fueled by his own vigorously refined Qi, diligently practiced day and night for ten years. Meanwhile, the century-old Daoist energy that the demoness had poured into his body was still swirling within his Qi Sea.

Since this Qi Power hadn't been refined, it was naturally unmanageable, and as a result, contrary to expectations, it formed a protective barrier, blocking the backlash of the Flame Fist's Fighting Spirit, indirectly saving his life.

Realizing this, Huangfu Yi was filled with lingering fear.

Oh, the century-old power is indeed terrifying! And to think the mere ten years of Flame Fist power is also so frightening!

If not for this layer of True Qi protection, this punch would surely have caused self-destruction. No wonder his father had repeatedly warned him not to use it lightly unless absolutely necessary.

But then, doesn't this mean he can now use the Flame Fist freely? After all, with a century's worth of Inner Strength as protection, he has nothing to worry about after all?

Wait a minute, could it be that he has gained an enormous benefit and now owes a debt of gratitude to the demoness? Will he really have to pass on her legacy and become her partner in the future??

Huangfu Yi quickly shook his head to drive away these chaotic thoughts. First, he gathered the corpses, scrapping together a seven to eight pound set of cowhide chainmail, covering chest and back with cowhide and rhino leather, and fastening finely crafted iron rings at waist and shoulders like a tight net. Then he used a robe as a wrap, tying a leather belt around his waist.

After the dress-up, he also buried five darts masters in the backyard of Yizhuang. He then tore into some roasted donkey meat to fill his stomach and replenish his energy. Finally, he found a wooden box in the wrecked caravan.

This wooden box was covered with layers of talisman paper and thick vermillion, sealed with the Escort Seal of the Weiyuan Escort Agency. It was slender and flat, its purpose unclear, likely the cargo to be delivered to the Jiangzhou Pei Mansion by this group.

Huangfu Yi looked at the box, thought for a moment, and clasped his hands towards the darts masters' graves, saying,

"Ladies and gentlemen, what happened today was really a misunderstanding. In the Jianghu, we all rely on our skills. Now that things have come to this, there's no more to say. If I were to rob your escort, it would indeed make me a villain who kills to loot.

Therefore, I will deliver this escort on behalf of you, letting heaven and earth know that I, Huangfu Yi, a true man of integrity, live my life with a clear conscience."

So Huangfu Yi didn't open the box but wrapped it in cloth and tied it to his body. Carrying a slingshot, wielding a flower spear, and holding a Nine-section Whip, he walked down the mountain path.

He hurried all the way, traveling day and night. By the time the sun was high in the sky, he saw a city mansion, with the words Jiangzhou written across the gate tower.

Looking up at the flags waving and the embroidery of white birds, Huangfu Yi was momentarily stunned.

A White Phoenix or a swan? How did it come to Qian Country? Such divine-like methods...

"I am Bai Yi from the Weiyuan Escort Agency, commissioned to escort by the leader."

Not really understanding, Huangfu Yi used the escort seal to enter the city. Even the gate guard didn't notice anything amiss and pointed the way for him,

"Mr. Pei's residence is in South City. Follow the main road to the end and go through the commerce square. It's the largest estate there."

"Thank you."

Huangfu Yi had heard that Jiangzhou had long been a territory of the Demon Sect, where regions are self-managed by the Gate Valve Families. They send their young men into the mountains to seek the Dao, and every year tons of tribute are sent to the mountains, completely ignoring the orders of the Immortal Palace.

Indeed, having Immortals by the mountains is far more effective than the Immortal Emperor far away. At least looking across the city, life may not be absolutely peaceful, but it's nothing like Lingwu Town, where demons rampage, nor is there chaos. The chaos of the world has yet to reach the people of Qianzhou.

Yet it seems forthcoming. As he entered the market along the main road, tangibly bloody stench filled the air. Turning the corner, he witnessed a massive Demon Mountain made of piled-up corpses. A group of merchants stood before the Demon Mountain, negotiating with Cultivators clad either in Daoist or monk robes. Using gold, silver, copper, iron, herbal medicines, and jade to trade for demon beast materials, the results saw Warriors and civilians selecting demons on-site, skinning, de-boning, and dividing the meat.

Huangfu Yi passed by, glancing a few more times, knowing these were mostly Mountain Men from minor sects or personal Loose Cultivators. Due to the lack of resources within their sects, focused on cultivation, they hunted demons to sell in the human market, exchanging resources with the Gate Valve Families, the cultivation families residing in the city.

Because many of the cultivation families' descendants practice in nearby sects, much of the tribute ends up being sent to the mountains. Therefore, the local sects have tacitly agreed to these Loose Cultivator trades.

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