System: I Can Open Martial Arts Chests-Chapter 137 - 101: Doing My Humble Part (2)

The black-clad man still tried to struggle, attempting to resist with his Inner Strength.

Yet before he could mobilize it, he was already dizzy, fiercely thrown to the ground by Gentle, in agony.

However, the assassins that appeared this time were far more than anticipated.

Mo Duxing stood with his sword, looking towards the black-clad men rushing from the end of the corridor, his eyes narrowed slightly, pressing the sword handle with one hand as if intending to strike.

He was directly pulled by Bian City and flung behind:

"Senior brother, don’t mess around."

In the midst of speaking, he swept his palms horizontally and pushed forward fiercely.

These few people came and left quickly, disappearing to the end of the corridor in the blink of an eye.

He turned back to Chu Qing:

"Third Young Master, should we break through?"

This group of black-clad men clearly had a purpose for coming; staying here was inappropriate.

Chu Qing squinted and glanced at Cao Qiupu, who seemed to want to help deal with a few black-clad men earlier.

But upon seeing the black-clad men downstairs killing because the brothel girls were in the way, he became somewhat panicked.

When the lead girl, Ling Fei, nearly fell victim to the blade of the black-clad men, he could no longer sit still.

He leaped and struck, sending the black-clad man flying.

Following that, he used his finger as a whistle, making a loud whistle, and suddenly heard the sound of galloping hooves from outside the door.

In the blink of an eye, a white horse appeared before him, kicking away two approaching black-clad men.

Cao Qiupu carried Ling Fei onto the horse with both hands and slapped the horse’s hindquarters:

"Go!"

White Brother glanced angrily at Cao Qiupu.

On the horse’s face were clear words, go if you must, why hit me?

Only then did it trot away, as if afraid to jolt the person on its back, cautiously running out of Celestial Fragrance Tower.

At this point, even the brothel keeper no longer cared about Ling Fei’s value, hiding under the table, trembling in fear, not even seeing who took her money tree.

After finishing this, Cao Qiupu seemed utterly pleased with himself.

He leaped up to the second floor, joining Chu Qing’s group.

This recount seemed long, but actually took only a moment.

Upon Cao Qiupu’s return, Chu Qing responded to Bian City:

"Go, break through!"

As they planned to break through, these black-clad men were completely no match.

The black-clad men seemed intent on achieving their goals by sheer numbers, but alas, Chu Qing’s blade showed no mercy, no matter how many they were, no advantage could be gained today.

In moments, the group flew onto Celestial Fragrance Tower’s rooftop.

Knowing they couldn’t succeed, the black-clad men dispersed.

Before Chu Qing and others decided whether to chase, intense cries of battle already reached their ears.

Looking around, the group discovered the entire Divine Blade City had fallen into chaos tonight.

The most severe was in the direction of Divine Blade Hall.

An array of shouts and flames erupted.

Many forces invaded Divine Blade City, from the formidable Tingtai Pavilion, Feiyun Valley, and Righteous Alliance, to smaller factions like the Four Seas Gang.

For years, Divine Blade Hall stood firm in the Martial World.

Even if the territories, forces, and things couldn’t be taken, just plundering the gold, jewels, and various wealth was enough to provoke envy.

During the day, a group left due to the ’Nine Profound Divine Skill,’ but those who stayed began killing and burning come night.

Chu Qing swept a glance, about to withdraw his gaze when he saw an old man in the alley carrying a child, struggling to run, evidently just exited his home.

Behind him, a Jianghu man with a black bandana held a bloody Single Saber, chasing.

Further back, a blood-soaked man struggled forward, trying to reach out and grab, but seriously injured, he collapsed after running two steps.

The elderly man, due to advanced age and poor eyesight, accidentally stepped on a stone, himself falling.

The only thing he could do was protect the child in his arms before hitting the ground.

Opening his eyes, he saw the Single Saber above him.

Plop!

Scalding liquid splashed on his face, and the old man slowly opened his eyes he intended to close to await death, seeing the Jianghu man who wanted to kill holding the saber lie headless.

A Cyan-Robed Swordsman stood with his back to him, the Single Saber pointing diagonally to the ground, blood slowly dripping.

The old man endured the pain and knelt:

"I beg you, hero, save my grandson..."

Holding the saber, Chu Qing heard cries of shock, screams, wild laughter, and furious roars around him, his hand trembling slightly.

Regardless of memories, his own experience, and all aspects of what he knew about this world’s history.

All told him the world he resided in was a turbulent Martial World.

Yet, this phrase ’turbulent world’ had never been so vividly revealed before his eyes.

Even after witnessing the desolation in that small town, seen the townsfolk’s helplessness against bandits, all their reluctant endurance.

None compared to the directness of this scene.

"Third Young Master!"

Bian City’s voice appeared at his side:

"Divine Blade City is already a place of chaos..."

Chu Qing glanced at him, nodded slightly:

"Those assassins might be after Gentle, you should take her away first..."

"And you?"

Bian City asked.

"Some matters, if never encountered, that’s one thing."

Chu Qing tightened his grip on the saber:

"But if witnessed with your own eyes... how can you leave it alone?"

"You want to... help them?"

Bian City’s voice was heavy, unclear whether he supported or opposed.

Chu Qing always sensed there was something inexplicable in his voice.

But at this moment, he had no intention to discern nor wanted to.

"Helping them... that’s boasting, it’s just a small effort."

Chu Qing spoke softly, stepping forward.

Hearing this, Cao Qiupu laughed heartily:

"Good, well said Third Brother, witnessing injustice and drawing the sword, to act righteously is the true heroic spirit.

"I will join you!"

Bian City took another deep look at Chu Qing’s back, laughed freely:

"Drinking and fighting can’t exclude us."

Chu Qing glanced back at them once, not hesitating:

"No more nonsense, let’s go."

The turbulent world as a flood, young heroes holding sabers and swords, willing to go against the current.

Flames, blood, Sword Light, Sword Shadow...

This was a relentless battle.

No matter how high the Martial Arts, under such conditions, it was hard to escape unscathed.

Even someone like Cao Qiupu, a hero known in the Martial World for a long time, or disciples from reputable schools like Bian City and Gentle, couldn’t remain undefeated in such an environment.

Too many opponents... small factions but with varied methods.

Weak in Martial Arts, they would use lime powder, poison, and release hidden arrows to hurt.

Defending once is possible but difficult with every single time.

Even with constant defense, Inner Strength gradually depletes.

Slowly becoming exhausted, finally unable to go on...

Two hours back and forth, Chu Qing’s group showed signs of fatigue.

Chu Qing’s Mingyu True Scripture Ninth Layer Inner Power allowed him to maintain his Inner Strength, with every battle deepening it.

But the few following him couldn’t endure for long.

Seeing Chu Qing’s still upright figure, they couldn’t help but secretly concede, truly a monster he was.

His Inner Strength, was it endless?

Was he not tired?

After killing so many, was he not afraid?

The Cyan-Robe on him had long been drenched in blood, each step leaving a bloody footprint on the ground.

Too many were killed.

Yet even as such, they only traversed a quarter of the city.

The citizens instinctively followed behind them, everyone captured the figure in Cyan Robe with Single Saber in their eyes.

Only by following him could they feel a sliver of peace on this bloody night.

Suddenly, the sound of fighting emerged from up front, a voice shouting loudly:

"Tonight’s strife does not involve the citizens, disturbing them is to oppose my Righteous Alliance!"

Chu Qing looked up, suddenly hearing a series of footsteps, and in the blink of an eye, people were everywhere.

A pale-faced man wielding an Iron Spear parted the crowd and approached.

Righteous Alliance Leader... Dragon Spear, Fang Tianrui!