Starting as The Young Master of A Pharmacy, He Trained Swordsmanship in Seclusion For Twenty Years - Chapter 10

This scene also caught the attention of a group of people who were about to leave Shili Town in the distance.

“Just a bunch of fools—nothing to worry about.”

The speaker was a middle-aged man. He then turned to a woman whose face was veiled with a white gauze and said in a low voice,

“Miss, we should hurry. Qingyun County isn’t far now—we can reach it by today.”

“Mm. Uncle Chen, let’s set off quickly then.”

……

“Hm? Someone’s following us?”

Lu Xuan, sitting cross-legged inside the carriage with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

He had just heard the rapid sound of hoofbeats not far behind them—and the noise was getting closer.

“Are they just passing by… or do they have ill intentions?”

Even without Lu Xuan’s warning, Li San, seated at the front of the carriage, had already sensed something unusual.

Li San immediately leaned halfway out to look behind the carriage.

Two horses—each carrying two men.

Two tall, burly men were tightly pressed together on the small space of the horse’s back, making for a rather comical sight.

But Li San wasn’t laughing.

Instead, his right hand instantly gripped the hilt of the sword coiled at his waist, his entire body tense with vigilance.

Outside the county, danger lurked everywhere. Not only were there wild beasts in the mountains, but also ruthless bandits who killed without mercy.

The hearts of men were treacherous—highwaymen robbed and slaughtered without a shred of humanity.

This was exactly why Li San had been so reluctant when Lu Xuan proposed leaving the county.

Only after witnessing Lu Xuan’s formidable martial prowess did Li San finally set aside his fears.

Otherwise, venturing beyond the county walls with so few people would have been a death wish.

“Young Master, there are people approaching from behind.”

“Mm. I know. No need to worry.”

The voice from inside the carriage was calm and unhurried, like still water, easing some of Li San’s tension.

Li San then lightly nudged the burly, simple-minded man beside him.

“Hey, Tie Niu, there are people behind us. Move the carriage to the side a bit.”

A carriage moved much slower than a lone rider, so Li San intended to pull it to the edge of the road, leaving a path for others to pass.

The four men behind them noticed the carriage shifting to the side.

The leader of the group, a rough-faced man, grinned.

That kid up ahead really is an idiot. With all our commotion, he still hasn’t realized who we are.

Anyone with experience would’ve known their intentions immediately.

Yet this fool was actually making way for them.

Heh heh heh!

Looks like fate hasn’t abandoned me. Just when things seemed hopeless, heaven sends me a fat sheep to slaughter.

The eyes of the four men flickered with malice as they stared at the approaching carriage like predators eyeing prey.

Li San, seated beside the carriage, felt the wind whip past as the two horses caught up and drew alongside them.

His grip on his sword tightened, his pupils narrowing as he watched the riders.

For a moment, it seemed like the men weren’t paying them any attention—just focused on their own journey.

Li San’s guard lowered slightly, and he was about to loosen his hold on the sword when—

WHOOSH!

The man at the back of the nearest horse suddenly reached out and hurled something at Li San.

A ragged cloth, wrapped around some object—the fabric fluttered open midair, revealing its contents.

A cloud of white powder, like flour, scattered toward Li San.

“Young Master, look out—AMBUSH!”

Li San reacted instantly, his broadsword flashing out as he braced for battle.

Just as the powder was about to hit him—

BOOM!

A surge of terrifying energy erupted from inside the carriage.

A fierce gust of wind tore through the carriage’s curtain and blasted outward.

The white powder was caught in the gale and flung back toward its source—

THUD!

A heavy crash, followed by agonized screams.

“AHH! MY EYES!”

One of the bandits tumbled from his horse, writhing on the ground in pain.

The remaining three men froze in horror at the sight.

Then, as the carriage curtain lifted, revealing Lu Xuan sitting imposingly inside, they realized—

This man was no ordinary opponent. He was a martial arts master.

“Boss!”

“RUN!”

“He’s too strong!”

Without hesitation, the three whipped their horses into a frenzy, fleeing for their lives.

If even their strongest member had been taken down in an instant, staying meant certain death.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Three fruit pits shot out from the carriage like invisible bullets.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The fleeing bandits toppled from their horses, twitched briefly, and then lay still.

All of this happened in mere seconds.

By the time Li San and the simple-minded Tie Niu processed what had happened, their eyes were wide with disbelief.

GULP.

Li San swallowed hard, sucking in a sharp breath.

Wh-what just happened?!

Young Master—just how strong IS he?!

To wipe out four men in the blink of an eye…

No wonder he dared to leave the county with so few men. His martial skills are on an entirely different level!

Li San couldn’t help but feel a surge of relief.

Thank the heavens I didn’t refuse him back then. Otherwise…

The unnatural wind dissipated, and the carriage curtain settled back into place, obscuring the interior once more.

Then, Lu Xuan’s voice came from within, as calm as ever.

“Alright, Li San. Let’s keep moving.”

As if nothing had happened.

“Yes, Young Master!”