Da Xuan Martial Saint

Jingnan Village.

Eastern Region.

As the flattest part of Jingyu County, its eastern side was a plain lowland. At this moment, as far as the eye could see, waves were rolling in, resembling a vast ocean. Farmlands and houses had disappeared without a trace, everything was submerged by the water.

The turbid current carried mud and sand, still flowing rapidly. Among it one could occasionally see fragments of broken walls and ruins being swept along; other than that, it was an endless expanse of river water.

Following this boundless flood to the east.

At the end of the line of sight, one could vaguely see a small patch of black shadow poking out of the water. It was a mountain, not very high, or rather, it really couldn't even be considered a hill. The foot of the mountain had already been engulfed by the flood, only the middle and upper parts remained.

On the exposed sections of rock in the middle and upper parts, one could see large gatherings of people crammed together, roughly a thousand or more, mostly made up of the elderly and children. They filled every possible foothold, huddling closely together.

Some had pale faces, some were visibly anxious, and even more were filled with a look of despair in their eyes.

And just then.

Suddenly, a cry of alarm rang out.

Some people turned to look and saw that on a piece of rock in the middle, a man dressed in fine robes with a portly figure turned around, bumping into a little girl about seven or eight years old cowering at the edge of the rock.

The girl, hit by the bump, lost her balance, and as she screamed in terror, she desperately grabbed onto the hem of the silk-robed man's clothing, stabilizing herself momentarily to prevent falling.

But at that moment, the silk-robed man, his face filled with irritation, flashed a hint of anger, and yanked back his robe, pulling the hem out of her grasp. The little girl, who hadn't steadied herself yet, lost her balance once again. With a shriek, she tumbled off the edge of the rock and plopped into the churning muddy waters. The current was extremely swift, and she disappeared in an instant.

"Hong'er!!"

An old man squeezed into the corner of the rock saw this and his eyes nearly split with rage. He lay over the edge of the rock desperately looking down, but the little girl was nowhere to be seen.

Then, trembling all over, he turned to Bao Yinlin and said, "You, how could you commit murder!"

Bao Yinlin let out a cold laugh and said, "Is my silk robe something her dirty hands can touch? So what if I killed her? If you, old fool, utter one more word, I'll throw you down as well, to keep your plague-ridden granddaughter company on the road to the underworld!"

"You... you..."

Zhao Laohan, shaking all over, made his way along the edge of the rock, intending to reason with Bao Yinlin.

However, as soon as Zhao Laohan stepped onto the rock where Bao Yinlin was, his eyes immediately flashed with a vicious light. He grabbed Zhao Laohan and flung him away. The emaciated Zhao Laohan could not withstand such a pull and also tumbled off the rock.

This act finally provoked widespread outrage, and many people crammed on the rock wall glared at Bao Yinlin in anger, with some unable to hold back from loudly berating him.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

But at that moment, Bao Yinlin simply sneered, and several of his servants picked up sticks and clubs.

"Anyone else who dares to shout will be sent down as well!"

"The lord has given you a way to live, and you're not grateful, yet you dare to be nosy."

One of the servants snorted coldly.

The several servants were all bulky and strong, clearly trained in martial arts. Now, armed with sticks and clubs, they emanated evil Qi which caused every shadow on the nearby rock wall to reveal a look of fear.

But just at this time.

Suddenly, someone's gaze was drawn to the distance, their expression showing shock as they exclaimed, "What is that?!"

Following that exclamation, many people turned their heads to look.

What they saw was.

Upon the churning waves, from downriver in the distance, a figure was moving against the current along the surface of the river. Underneath his feet, there was nothing at all, no boat to be seen. On closer inspection, what seemed to be supporting the person's entire weight appeared to be a delicate reed!

Crossing the river on a single reed!

The figure, standing on the reed, did not head straight for the hill, but instead turned and suddenly dove into the water, then resurfaced with an additional person, a small, bedraggled figure—it was none other than the girl Hong'er whom Bao Yinlin had flung off the rock!

With another person in his grasp, the weight seemed too much for the slender reed which started sinking, but Chen Mu remained calm. With a forceful tap of his toes, he leapt up while holding the girl, crossing several yards in one bound, and then with another tap, he landed perfectly on a piece of driftwood that had surfaced, and leapt again.

After a series of leaps.

Chen Mu approached the mountain slope and suddenly flung the girl upwards before disappearing into the water again. When he reemerged, he was holding an old man in his right hand. Catching the girl with his left hand, he stepped on the water surface, creating a huge splash, and then leapt high up, his figure flickering a few times before finally landing on the slope!

This scene left everyone on the slope dumbfounded.

"Immortal... an immortal..."

A child couldn't help but utter aloud.

The adults nearby swallowed hard. They knew Chen Mu wasn't an immortal, but a master who had cultivated his martial skills to an exceptional level. Not just in Jingnan Village, but in the entire Jingyu County, he was likely considered an extraordinary figure of the highest order.

"Cough, cough."

Chen Mu, holding a person in each hand, stood poised as Zhao Laohan and his granddaughter Hong'er coughed violently, expelling the mud water they had inhaled into their throats. Their complexions soon looked considerably better.