Chapter Thirteen: Narrow Road of Enemies

  He slowly got up, and Pan Hao could feel that his dantian was completely devoid of true energy internal power, just like an ordinary person. However, after going through the Xiantian period and the baptism of the divine power's refinement and tempering, even though there was no longer any true energy within his body, his physical strength had already far surpassed the 5,000 jin of the Xiantian period. It was estimated that he could at least reach 8,000 jin, and with one strike, even a giant elephant would be sent flying.

  Squeak...

  The inn's door opened, and Pan Hao stepped out. From the moment he arrived in this world, Pan Hao had been busy cultivating and didn't have time to calm down and appreciate everything about this world. Now that he finally had some free time, he came out to get some fresh air and take a look at the customs of this world. Although he had taken Yang Hao's memories, a child's knowledge was limited after all, and there was no way for Pan Hao to gain a more comprehensive understanding of this world.

  The door opened, and the lively voices came from below. Now at noon, there were many guests coming to eat and drink, chatting and talking, with information coming to Pan Hao's ears from all directions.

  "Little one, bring two jugs of wine."

  "Where's our food?!"

  "It's almost here, I'm rushing it!"

  ……

  Noisy and boisterous.

  "Please take a seat over here!"

  The sharp-eyed child saw Pan Hao coming down and immediately welcomed him warmly. As for Pan Hao, Wang Er still had a deep impression of him - wearing all white clothes, with a handsome appearance, he looked extraordinary, and it was unknown which family's young master he was. Wang Er thought to himself secretly.

  Pan Hao smiled slightly, walked to a window seat, ordered a few small dishes, picked up the cup and poured himself a cup of hot tea. He took a sip, and the faint bitterness spread in his mouth.

  Although one's spirit has become divine, the physical body still needs to absorb energy from food to sustain itself. Unless the true qi condenses into a golden elixir or the cultivation of the Tao reaches the golden stage, it is still impossible to escape the need for food.

  "Get out of here, kid!"

  A loud, coarse shout interrupted Pan Hao's thoughts. He turned his head to see seven or eight men in green uniforms surrounding a monk wearing a kasaya, while one of the men in green was shouting at a beggar who was asking for food.

  *gulp*...

  The little beggar was kicked out by a tall man in a green robe, instantly causing the other men in green robes to burst into loud laughter. The little beggar, about eleven or twelve years old, had a dirty face and wore tattered cotton clothes covered with stains. After being kicked out, he stood outside trembling and limping away silently.

  "It's Tenroujin! How despicable!"

  "It is, it is."

  "Heh heh, I heard that the branch hall in our town was destroyed two years ago."

  "He has done many wicked things, yet he still has someone to clean up after him."

  "Shh, come in."

  Everyone who saw the people from Tianlangmen come in suddenly fell silent, apparently afraid of being heard by the people from Tianlangmen and causing trouble for themselves.

  Pan Haixin's heart skipped a beat, unexpectedly it was someone from Tianlangmen again, what a coincidence!

  "Everyone, come this way!" Wang Er secretly calmed his racing heart and thought to himself that he had to be careful in serving these masters who could kill at any moment.

  "What a terrible seat! We want that table!"

  The man in green clothes, who had just chased away the little beggar, said proudly, pointing to where Pan Hao was. As it happens, Pan Hao's position is by the window, outside which a clear and winding stream flows, with unknown flowers planted along its banks, a beautiful scene. Indeed much better than their own position.

  Wang Er was momentarily at a loss, looking at Pan Hao for help.

  Pan Hao was taken aback, could it be that he and the Tian Lang Men were really not meant to be, originally he didn't even bother with these little cats and dogs, but now they actually dared to bully him.

  "Kid, be sensible and give way to our master."

  "Haha, look at this guy, a delicate and tender big shot can be pinched to death with just one finger."

  "Jiao Sang, you won't fall for this pretty boy's face, will you?!"

  "Haha..."

  "Damn it, I don't like this one bit."

  A burst of laughter rose, and as a result, Pan Hao standing beside was ignored.

  "Alright, hurry up and finish your meal, you still have tasks to complete!" The monk who had been silent in the middle suddenly spoke up, and everyone immediately stopped their laughter and looked at Pan Hao.

  "You won't be scared silly, will you? Haha, let me walk you out!" The corner of San's face was twisted into a gloomy smile as he walked towards Pan Hao, clearly wanting to vent the frustration that had just been pent up inside him.

  Sigh...

  Jiao Sang's right hand curved, forming an eagle claw shape. Jiao Sang's hands were thick and large, filled with thick calluses, clearly skilled in hand-to-hand combat. With one swipe of his paw, a whistling sound was heard. If this claw were to grab hold, if it were an ordinary person, their right shoulder would probably shatter and break, becoming a cripple!

  The people around took a look, and someone was going to suffer again. They immediately fled the hall in a hurry, also mourning for Pan Hao's misfortune. What an unfortunate disaster! It seems that this poor guy, even if he doesn't die, will still have to go through a lot of hardships.

  Pan Haixin was furious, a third-rate martial artist dared to be so arrogant. It can be imagined how powerful and overbearing the Tianlang Gate is in Bianzhou. But did he really think he could bully him?

  Just as the eagle's claw was about to land on Pan Hao's body, a swift sound came, and a small black shadow shot down from upstairs. With a slapping sound, it hit An Sang's hand.

  Kosuke's right hand was in pain, quickly withdrawing it, but his right hand was already covered in blood, constantly trembling.

  Others were stunned, not yet reacting, and even the black shadow hadn't been seen, but Pan Hao clearly saw that the so-called hidden weapon was just a peanut. Being able to hit someone with a peanut suggests that the person using the hidden weapon must have superlative skills, already touching the threshold of a grandmaster.

  "Who dares to interfere with the affairs of Tianlang Gate?"

  The monk, who had been silent and taciturn all along, suddenly spoke up in a low, hoarse voice. At the same time, his true energy surged forth, his robes fluttering with a rustling sound, his eyes shining brightly with an intense gaze, as an aura of immense power rose up, giving off an air of sudden transformation.

  Dada...

  The staircase transmitted a crisp footsteps, inexplicably containing an incomprehensible rhythm that made one's heart involuntarily beat in sync with the footsteps. At this moment, everyone in the great hall of Tianglangmen only felt their hearts pounding loudly, the sound growing louder and louder, as if it was about to jump out of their chests.

  Nausea, shortness of breath, dizziness...

  Roar...

  A loud roar burst forth, its ferocity and majesty unmatched, like a lion's mighty bellow on the open plains. The air rippled with energy as it shattered the rhythm of footsteps, and suddenly the monk had made his move.

  Like a mirror being shattered, the sound of "ping" echoed, and the crowd broke free from the rules. The footsteps that had just controlled the crowd were still there, but the inexplicable magic was gone.

  It was as if they had been transported to another world, with everyone drenched in sweat and consumed by fear, gasping for air in huge gulps, like a drowning person who has just been pulled to safety.

  At last, a figure appeared before the crowd. The crowd's eyes lit up, and what they saw was a beautiful woman, about thirty years old, wearing a pale blue long dress with white dots of plum blossoms embroidered on the hem, and a pale purple silk belt tied around her slender waist that seemed almost too small to grasp. Her black hair was styled in a elegant bun, adorned with only one white jade pin shaped like a plum blossom. Although simple, she looked fresh and elegant.

  She walked slowly down and looked around at the crowd in the hall.

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