However, perhaps it is because of the term "Jianghu" that it adds a bit of a wild and unruly air, making it somewhat novel. He chuckled twice and then went upstairs with the young girl next to him. They sat with Li Yinxiang, occupying three spots. Within moments, the shopkeeper enthusiastically brought up a series of delicacies rarely seen by ordinary people. These foods, with their expensive ingredients, also required at least three hours' worth of effort and resources to prepare, creating flavors beyond the reach of most people. In addition, a jar of wine, aged for twenty years, was presented. The martial artist in dark blue clothing glanced at the Mo Blade lying horizontally on Wang Anfeng's table, chuckled, and said: "Unfortunately, it's still not as good as my Lv Xiu, a priceless treasure." Li Yinxiang couldn't help but roll her eyes at this rather skilled swordsman. The latter continued to smile, but upon seeing Wang Anfeng completely disinterested in engaging with him, felt a bit embarrassed at this unusual occurrence. At that moment, a synchronized marching sound suddenly came from outside. The swordsman slightly turned his head, looking outside from his position, unable to hide his surprise, and said: "People from the Ministry of Punishment? What's going on? Even arrest officer Wen is here. Has something serious happened in Xiong City?" Li Yinxiang and another young girl also looked outside, seeing many martial soldiers from the Ministry of Punishment rushing down the street, armed with knives and crossbows, fierce and severe, like two torrents converging outside the tavern. The three leading figures were all familiar faces. The shopkeeper of the tavern noticed this situation, sweating on his forehead, and walked out from the first floor, attempting to negotiate, but appeared to be greatly startled by the words of the leading expert from the Ministry of Punishment, almost unable to stand steadily, his face turning pale white, subconsciously looking up at the third floor. Li Yinxiang, still curious, muttered to herself: "Even those three have come forward. It really seems to be something big..." Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. Before she could react, she found herself several feet away. The rather handsome swordsman stood in front of them, his famous sword, Lv Xiu, already unsheathed, its edge sharp. Up the stairs, more than twenty martial soldiers rushed up with a few thuds, each one elite, tightly surrounding the place. Leading them was a master from the Ministry of Punishment, a Third Rank arrest officer of Sixth Rank fame, known for his fierce and brutal methods. Li Yinxiang, realizing the situation, was stunned, looking at the man in black across the way, saying: "You..., you're a villain? Aren't you a hero?! What did you do to provoke so many people?" From the moment she came up, she started asking questions, incessantly like a chirping bird. Wang Anfeng, with a cold demeanor, for the first time, responded: The tall, cold-looking expert from the Ministry of Punishment snorted, waving his hand heavily. The sound of mechanisms activating was continuous, the third floor of the tavern surrounded, sharp crossbow bolts loaded onto the crossbows, glistening with a cold light, shield soldiers in front, spears leveled, and even on the rooftop across the street, a squad of crossbowmen half-crouched. In synchronized unison, they raised their crossbows, sharp focus locking onto the lone young man in black. The martial soldiers below pushed aside the onlooking citizens, weapons raised. Instantly, the murderous aura of over a hundred people erupted. Each weapon, refined in their own workshops, was of the highest sharpness, exuding cold air, spear blades, sword edges, crossbows—all targeted entirely the target, turning the whole tavern into a sphere of bright, cold moonlight, exuding chilling air. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel-fire.ɴet Witnessing such an array for the first time, Li Yinxiang's heart pounded wildly, holding her breath, while the citizens below, rare to see such a spectacle, watched curiously at the person in the center. At the table by the window sat a young man dressed in black, with a somewhat indifferent expression. Wang Anfeng had already noticed a few merchants in the crowd, mocking himself inwardly for being unable to hold back that morning, speaking so boldly, but now finding the situation tricky. The leading expert from the Ministry of Punishment stepped forward, pressing a hand on his blade, speaking coldly: "Pharmacist Feng Wu, for the murder of my Great Qin citizen Zhou Chao, with both material and eyewitness evidence, we are here now. Will you not surrender and await your punishment?!" Li Yinxiang, curious, peered out to see that the indifferent swordsmаn did not respond, the only action being to open the seal of the wine jar, unhurriedly pouring the clear wine into a bowl, seemingly absorbing the coldness of the weapons, becoming increasingly chilling. He raised the slightly shiny black clay bowl, calmly drinking. Beside him loomed the Northwest Xiong City. Below, the citizens erupted in a buzz. Each weapon still glimmered coldly, having been stained with blood before, but in the face of the sharpness of over a hundred refined weapons, someone who could remain unfazed and drink calmly, even in the Northwest, accustomed to fierce men, was rarely encountered. Some bold citizens couldn't help but shout in admiration. The swordsman who had earlier protected Li Yinxiang, hearing the applause outside, frowned slightly, then suddenly laughed aloud, saying loudly: "Such courage, only with such courage can one wield a blade. But to use a blade for wickedness, how can we swordsmen tolerate that? Wen brother, I'm willing to step forward and test this fellow's skills, to see if he's just a braggart here. "Yinxiang, I'll leave you in his protection."