Chapter 3: Unexpected Incident

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Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei was eager to try, “Master, when do we set off?”

“Right now!” Zhang Jingqing replied.

Zhang Zhiwei was momentarily taken aback and glanced at the invitation’s date. “Master, there are still more than ten days before the patriarch’s birthday banquet at the Lu family. Isn’t it too early to leave now?”

Although Mount Longhu is in Jiangxi and the Lu family resides in Jiangnan, separated by over a thousand kilometers, this was the early Republic era with inconvenient transportation. For ordinary people, this journey would take several months.

However, the Celestial Master’s Mansion was one of the three great Taoist sects specializing in talismanic arts and never lacked means to hasten travel.

Setting aside advanced methods, even the basic talisman—Divine Form Armor Horse—affixed to one’s legs could cover a thousand miles a day effortlessly.

Covering over a thousand kilometers on foot would take a day or two at most.

“Not too early!” Zhang Jingqing said. “You’ve reached the Heart Monkey stage and need to travel for cultivation. If you rush blindly, how can that be considered true travel? We will journey this route as ordinary people do!”

“Master’s wisdom!” Zhang Zhiwei quickly praised.

“Hmph!” Zhang Jingqing smiled faintly. “I wish you were as sharp in front of others as you are now!”

Zhang Zhiwei was suddenly silent. Others? Others only deserved to hear his nonsense, but never his praise.

Then, the Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing gave some instructions, packed their belongings, and set off with Zhang Zhiwei.

Leaving Mount Longhu, they faced the overgrown official road. Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhang Jingqing, realizing he truly didn’t know the way without navigation in this era.

Zhang Jingqing took out two talisman papers and traced a few strokes in the air.

With a flick of her hand, the two talismans swelled in the wind, transforming instantly into two magnificent, snow-white horses of divine grace.

Zhang Zhiwei was stunned. “These are…?”

Weren’t they traveling as ordinary people?

Zhang Jingqing glanced at him. “The journey to Jiangnan is long. Even ordinary people would choose to ride. These talisman horses have stamina comparable to normal horses. Any objections?”

Though they claimed this was a pilgrimage, Zhang Jingqing was no pedant. Without magic or external aid, relying solely on their legs to reach Jiangnan would mean missing the birthday banquet, perhaps only making it in time for New Year’s Eve dinner.

“Master’s wisdom!”

Zhang Zhiwei had no objections. Who wouldn’t prefer riding to walking?

Mounting her horse, Zhang Jingqing said, “Zhiwei, remember, when traveling, be flexible. Don’t be rigid!”

Zhang Zhiwei followed suit. “Master, your wisdom is profound!”

Zhang Jingqing twitched the corner of her mouth, tempted to scold him a brat, but in the end refrained, giving a light snort before spurring her horse forward.

Zhang Zhiwei immediately followed.

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They rode southward along the official road.

The roads of the Republic era could not compare to later highways or national roads—just rough dirt paths, some barely passable.

However, near the bustling Mount Longhu, the road was relatively smooth.

After galloping half a day, they left the Mount Longhu region.

At a hillside, Zhang Jingqing suddenly reined in.

Zhang Zhiwei stopped as well, puzzled, looking at his master.

Zhang Jingqing’s expression was as calm and deep as still water. She spoke solemnly, “In times of peace, Taoism hides in the mountains. In times of calamity, Laozi unsheathes his sword to save the world! Zhiwei, remember, we who cultivate the Way must uphold great righteousness!”

Seeing Zhang Jingqing so serious, Zhang Zhiwei was silent, pondering why she suddenly spoke thus.

Suddenly, an inexplicable sound came.

“Hm?”

Zhang Zhiwei looked into the distance. Gunshots? Something was wrong up ahead…

“Master, I’ll go see what happened.”

He urged his horse to a vantage point and focused intently. With the power of his internal qi, his sight and hearing reached levels far beyond ordinary men.

Distant breaths, footsteps, and conversations—barely audible to regular ears—became clear.

In an instant, he grasped the cause and effect of the incident.

“Since we’ve seen them, too bad for you!”

Having pinpointed the location, Zhang Zhiwei’s horse pawed the ground and leapt forward several meters.

“Master, I’ll deal with them!”

From afar came Zhang Jingqing’s voice, “Make sure it’s cleaned up thoroughly!”

“I’ll handle it, rest assured!”

…

Meanwhile, not far ahead, the official road was stained with blood.

Several broken carts lay overturned.

Around them were bodies bleeding profusely.

Several bandits rummaged through the corpses with weapons. Some bodies were disheveled and horrifically mangled—surely subjected to inhuman torture before death.

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These carts carried passengers: students aspiring to save the nation, traveling merchants, and street performers...

Unfortunately, they had been targeted by a roaming bandit gang.

In this chaotic era of warlordism, lawlessness reigned. Bandits no longer observed any code of honor. They not only extorted tolls but slaughtered travelers outright.

The ruthless bandit leader toyed with a stack of silver coins, a cold sneer on his lips.

“Want to buy your life? With this paltry sum, who would you buy? Damn beggars!”

“Boss, that’s enough. Let’s go soon. I heard not far from here there’s a fake foreign devil who studied abroad, hired some men, and set himself up as a warlord. He’s got at least a hundred guns. We can’t afford to stir trouble with him.”

“Damn it, warlord here, warlord there. These bastards are crueler than us. They’ve been collecting taxes for decades, stealing our business.”

The bandit leader cursed and grumbled.

Suddenly, the sound of pounding hooves echoed.

“Business incoming! Draw weapons!”

At the leader’s command, several bandits turned, raising their hunting rifles, ready to strike.

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