As soon as these words were spoken.
Everyone’s expression changed dramatically, rage surging forth. Several martial artists clenched their fists until they creaked.
This is outrageous!
Absolutely outrageous!
Everyone turned their gaze to Gu Dajiang. As long as he nodded, they were prepared for a violent confrontation without hesitation.
Gu Dajiang’s gaze was colder than ever before, and in the end, he spat out a single word coldly:
"Give!"
He took a deep, deliberate look at Wang Chong, his heart already resolved to return to the manor and exact revenge. No matter how much he gave today, he would retrieve it all with interest later!
"I’ll let you keep it for now."
Gu Dajiang scoffed inwardly. If anyone truly believed that this Blood Refining Realm expert was a simple-minded farmer, they’d be gravely mistaken.
Everyone from Gu’s Manor looked as though they’d just lost their kin, balling their fists in frustration.
Opposite them, Wang Chong felt an inexplicable chill. Staring at Gu Dajiang, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Brother Dajiang, such boldness! I, Wang Chong, am impressed!"
"Men, make way!"
One by one, the mountain bandits shrieked and scattered into the forest, creating a safe passageway.
Gu Dajiang’s face was expressionless.
"Let’s go!"
He and the martial artists vigilantly watched Wang Chong and his men from afar, guarding against these unruly bandits pulling any sudden tricks.
The caravan from Gu’s Manor accelerated its pace through the mountain pass.
Gu Sheng didn’t slack off for a second, constantly keeping his peripheral vision sharp and ready to react at the slightest sign of danger.
Luckily.
The caravan passed through Bull Mountain without incident.
Only after the convoy had traveled far beyond Bull Mountain did everyone breathe a sigh of relief. The atmosphere remained heavy, the repeated humiliation at Wang Chong’s hands leaving them deeply stifled.
Gu Sheng furrowed his brows, gripping his longbow tightly without relaxing.
"Gu Dajiang... is being overly passive."
"He seems to have some concerns, but such tolerance won’t make Wang Chong, this greedy tiger crossing the river, back off. Having just arrived, he needs to establish his dominance and might treat us like easy prey..."
Gu Sheng felt a strong intuition.
He suspected Gu Dajiang’s reservations were tied to the purpose of this trip to the city.
With the caravan heavily loaded and moving slowly, if the bandits intended to pursue, they could easily intercept them further ahead.
A lingering sense of dread rose in Gu Sheng’s heart.
He grabbed Gu Erniu and whispered:
"Brother Erniu, be careful. I have a feeling the return journey won’t be smooth."
Gu Erniu froze, about to retort, but suddenly hesitated, his gaze filled with shock.
"You mean..."
"Exactly. Better safe than sorry."
Neither intended to alert Gu Dajiang—those in their position had little influence, and saying something would likely be futile.
Of course.
They didn’t need to remind him.
Gu Renxu was already urging the drivers and porters to speed up, clearly indicating that Gu Dajiang was not without concern.
Gu Sheng could see that Gu Dajiang, stationed at the forefront, along with the surrounding martial artist guards, wore vigilant expressions, constantly scanning the surrounding forest. Gu Xiaojiang periodically gazed ahead, seemingly waiting for something.
Time passed.
The caravan from Gu’s Manor traveled smoothly, without encountering so much as a single bandit.
But Gu Sheng felt increasingly anxious.
All at once.
The sound of arrows whizzing through the air echoed from the forest, followed by several cries of agony. Gu Sheng’s heart shuddered as he saw several villagers struck by arrows, collapsing with pained screams.
Acutely attuned to the sound of arrows in flight, Gu Sheng reacted instantly, tugging Gu Erniu into cover.
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