Inheriting a security escort agency, the game begins with escorting the eldest princess.

Chapter 9 Grandmaster Qingxuan

A gentle breeze carried a chilling atmosphere.

A series of figures rushed down from the sky and stood on the desolate land. Powerful killing intent swirled around them, indicating that they were all veterans who had fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The bandits of Yanyun Mountain fled in panic. In their eyes, Chu Sheng was a god of death, someone they could not possibly contend with.

They just wanted to live quietly as bandits, bullying ordinary people and passing caravans, and never thought of sparring with a martial arts master like Chu Sheng.

If it weren't for his older brother insisting on coming, no one would have been willing to get involved in this mess.

Now things are really messed up: the eldest brother is dead, the second brother's bird is gone, and the third brother is so scared that he's started talking nonsense.

In their eyes, the assassins from the Misty Rain Pavilion were saviors; if they could kill Chu Sheng, they could save their own lives.

After each person vowed to escape, they immediately moved away, as Yanyun Mountain was no longer suitable for continued development.

As Ye Mei's voice rang out, Li Anlan, Li Kuang, and Qingfeng Daoren's expressions turned serious, filled with dread. Yanyu Tower was well-prepared, dispatching ten top-tier assassins at once—a lineup capable of contending with grandmaster-level experts.

"Your Highness, we are not far from the capital. We will stop the assassins, and you should leave in the chaos!" Qingfeng Daoren reminded him.

"No!" Chu Sheng's voice rang out, "The assassins of Yanyu Tower are not all assassins. Your Highness cannot leave my side even for a moment."

"Your Highness, rest assured, as long as I'm here, they won't be able to harm you in the slightest!"

"Master Chu, I know you are very strong, but the other side consists of ten powerful experts, all of whom are ninth-grade martial artists. Their strength is terrifying and beyond your ability to contend with." Qingfeng Daoist was not looking down on Chu Sheng, but rather because the newcomers were simply too strong.

It is truly remarkable that Chu Sheng has already reached the eighth rank of cultivation at such a young age. However, the difference of one realm between martial artists is an insurmountable chasm.

This moment.

Among the assassins of the Misty Rain Pavilion, the blood-robed man's sharp, sword-like gaze fell upon Chu Sheng. "You're the one who killed Ghost Rakshasa!"

Chu Sheng said, "It's me!"

The man in the blood-red robe: "That's good, you can die now."

"A ninth-rank martial artist, with the aura of bloodlust, you are actually an evil cultivator." Chu Sheng said in a deep voice. Back in the Zhenyuan Escort Agency, he had read extensively and had seen records of blood cultivators in ancient books.

Some martial artists in the martial arts world practice evil techniques, using the life force of others to enhance their own cultivation. Such people are generally bloodthirsty.

"You know a lot, but do you know who I am?"

"have no idea."

The man in the blood-red robe said, "Listen carefully, I am..."

Chu Sheng said, "Don't speak. I don't want to know the name of a dead man."

The man in the blood-red robe was burning with rage. In all his years of wandering the martial world, he had never seen such an arrogant person. "Saint Chu, you have successfully caught my attention."

"You've successfully aroused my killing intent!" Chu Sheng said calmly. "Can we stop chatting? Let's get started. After I kill you all, I can continue my journey."

"And I should remind you, villains all die from talking too much."

"If you can take action, don't just talk!"

The figure suddenly rushed forward, and the Heavenly Tyrant Blade struck Blood Marquis. The latter was stunned, not expecting Chu Sheng to take the initiative to attack. He immediately raised the folding fan in his hand to block.

He didn't take Chu Sheng seriously, boasting of his ninth-grade strength, and believed that Chu Sheng couldn't possibly cause any trouble in front of him.

But as the blade energy drew closer and closer to him, Blood Marquis's expression became unnatural. Such terrifying blade energy had already exceeded the limits of an eighth-rank martial artist.

"You're not an eighth-rank martial artist!"

"No, if we're going to spar, then we're going to spar. Why do you keep asking me about our cultivation levels?"

"I never claimed to be an eighth-rank martial artist."

Blood Marquis panicked and angrily demanded, "What is your cultivation level?"

"you guess!"

"If you survive one of my blows, I might reluctantly tell you!"

At that moment, the blade struck Blood Marquis's folding fan, splitting the fan in two, and the blade continued its relentless attack on him.

With a deafening roar, Blood Marquis was thrown backward, his toes scraping the ground before he managed to regain his footing a hundred meters away. His blood and qi surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

One strike, and a ninth-rank martial artist is defeated?

Chu Sheng's strength once again refreshed Li Anlan and the other two's understanding.

They looked at each other in disbelief; Chu Sheng's strength was far beyond their reach.

To be able to defeat a ninth-rank martial artist in an instant, his strength must be at least ninth-rank.

An eighteen-year-old ninth-rank martial artist—it's been a very, very long time since such a prodigious young person has appeared in the martial arts world.

If he continues to grow, he could break the record set in the martial arts world for the past century and become the youngest grandmaster in the land.

The youngest grandmaster in the history of the martial arts world is Li Xiaoyao, the master of the Heavenly Sword Palace. He became a sword master at the age of thirty, which is already a legend in the martial arts world.

Chu Sheng was already a ninth-rank martial artist at the age of eighteen. Give him a few more years, and he might even become a grandmaster before he turns thirty. He's a prodigy, isn't he?

Is this the playboy, the good-for-nothing spoiled brat in the eyes of the world?

People misunderstood him back then.

Qingxuan's gaze remained fixed on Chu Sheng. What a young prodigy! Although he wanted to kill Chu Sheng, it didn't stop him from admiring the young man before him.

The gloom on Li Anlan's face dissipated, replaced by shock. This time, Chu Sheng's back looked like a towering mountain in her eyes, incredibly tall. Unconsciously, this young man gave her a strange feeling.

It seems that as long as he is there, I will not feel afraid.

I haven't felt this protected feeling in a long time.

Blood Marquis's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He had been a powerful figure in the martial world for many years and had killed countless people. This was the first time he had suffered such a humiliation, and at the hands of a greenhorn.

That's so embarrassing.

"Everyone, attack together and kill him!"

At a single command, the ten members of the Misty Rain Pavilion launched an attack on Chu Sheng simultaneously.

Seeing the ten people rushing towards him, Chu Sheng calmly responded, his inner energy surging within him. He slightly closed his eyes, seemingly immersed in meditation, and tightly gripped the Heavenly Tyrant Blade.

Seeing that Chu Sheng had not made a move yet, and that the ten figures were getting closer and closer to him, everyone was nervously sweating for him.

"What is Master Chu doing? Why hasn't he made a move yet?" Li Kuang stamped his feet anxiously. Facing a combined attack from ten people, not taking the initiative was already a disadvantage. "Master Chu is still young and lacks practical experience."

Qingfeng Daoren: "Shh, don't talk, watch carefully and learn carefully."

"I don't believe Master Chu would give up; he must have his reasons for doing so."

Li Anlan clenched her fists, sweating for Chu Sheng. They were now in a relationship where if one of them lost, the other would lose. If Chu Sheng lost, she would not escape death.

Just as the ten men's attacks were within inches of Chu Sheng, he suddenly raised the Heavenly Tyrant Blade in his hand to block their attacks, and the powerful internal energy around him transformed into a barrier.

Its internal energy is vast and boundless, like a boundless ocean.

Even if ten people were to combine their internal strength against him, they would have no chance of winning.

This is what makes the Nine Yang Divine Skill so terrifying.

The ten men stared wide-eyed at Chu Sheng, utterly horrified. He remained unmoved even under their combined attack; what terrifying strength!

"Is this all the strength you have?"

"With this level of skill, you think you can become an assassin? Being an assassin isn't for you. Go home and farm, or if that doesn't work, become a technician."

"Because when you hit me, it's like you're just tickling me."

humiliation.

Naked humiliation.

Who can tolerate being mocked like this by a mere kid?

My uncle can tolerate it, but my aunt can't.

The ten men charged forward again, intending to crush Chu Sheng, but he suddenly charged forward, his terrifying internal energy like a heavy cannon shot that sent them flying.

Ah, this.

The ten assassins flew out like kites with broken strings. Chu Sheng stepped forward gracefully, brandishing his sword, "Chaotic Heaven Sword Technique, Tenth Form: Return to One!"

Li Kuang thought Chu Sheng lacked practical combat experience, but little did he know that every move Chu Sheng made was extremely precise and perfect, controlling the timing to the best state and giving his opponent no chance to resist.

The ten Blood Marquises were sent flying backward. The powerful internal force made their blood boil and their minds go haywire. Before they could regain their composure, a barrage of sword light attacked them. The sword technique was so strong that it changed the color of the sky and earth.

How could they possibly resist?

With a single slash, the wilderness was swept clean, leaving only Blood Marquis, one of the Misty Rain Pavilion assassins, lying on the ground, panting heavily, a knife wound on his shoulder revealing the white bone.

The other nine had already perished under the Chaotic Heaven Blade Technique.

"The tenth move of the Chaotic Heaven Blade Technique?" Qingxuan lowered his eyes slightly, his skill in the art of the blade was actually stronger than that of his master, Chu Wu.

Back then, Chu Wu only mastered the Chaotic Heaven Blade Technique up to the ninth form, yet he was already invincible below the Grandmaster level in the martial arts world. This kid has surpassed his master, no wonder so many people he sent to kill Li Anlan all failed.

With him around, no one but a grandmaster can complete the mission.

Qingxuan knew it was time for him to make his move.

"You've been watching for so long, aren't you going to make a move?"

Chu Sheng's voice came, directly challenging Qing Xuan to a duel. In fact, from the moment the bandits of Yanyun Mountain appeared, he had noticed that Qing Xuan was hiding in the shadows watching everything.

He also knew that this person was his greatest opponent, because the aura emanating from Qingxuan made him feel dangerous.

Throughout his life in the martial world, this person has been the only one he has ever taken seriously.

Qingxuan floated down onto the desolate land, and from beneath her feet came the voice of Blood Marquis, "Eunuch, save me!"

"waste!"

Qingxuan kicked Xuehou, sending him flying. Xuehou had already been severely injured by Chu Sheng and was of no value to him.

Blood Marquis never imagined that Qingxuan would be so ruthless, killing him with a single eunuch kick.

"Young man, you are even stronger than your master was back then."

"We're giving you one chance. Submit to me, and I'll spare your life."

"Don't repeat your master's mistakes. The world is vast, and you are still young. Don't throw your life away in vain."

"Whatever Li Anlan pays you for this shipment, we'll give you ten times that amount."

"Isn't the purpose of going out into the world to make money? Who would turn down money?"

They used both threats and inducements.

Qingxuan thought Chu Sheng was just a greenhorn who had never seen much of the world, so as long as he was offered enough, he had no reason to refuse.

"So you're a eunuch!" Chu Sheng said calmly. "I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of being someone's dog, especially since you're testicleless."

"As for the silver, our Zhenyuan Escort Agency values ​​its reputation. Don't try to test our officers with this."

Qingxuan hated being called a eunuch, and Chu Sheng's words completely enraged him: "Chu Sheng, you're asking for death!"

His powerful internal energy surged forth, and his chilling internal strength made the air icy cold. The cold air permeated the air, and the pressure of a grandmaster fell on Chu Sheng, threatening to crush him completely.

A terrifying pressure erupted, and Li Anlan, Li Kuang, and Qingfeng Daoist involuntarily retreated, their faces turning deathly pale. Their cultivation was too weak, and under the pressure of a grandmaster, they felt as if their bodies would explode at any moment.

Li Kuang's figure was bent like a shrimp as he struggled to speak, "What is this person's cultivation level?"

"A Grandmaster-level expert!" Li Anlan had already guessed Qingxuan's identity. A hint of resentment flashed in her bright eyes as she looked at Chu Sheng. "Master Chu, you should leave!"

She knew that Chu Sheng was no match for Qing Xuan, and that he had already done more than enough by escorting her here. She didn't want Chu Sheng to sacrifice himself in vain.

Zhao Jingzhong has even sent a Grandmaster-level expert, so it's clear he won't let her set foot in the capital.

Hearing the sound.

Chu Sheng didn't turn around. "Your Highness, I can't leave until I've received my commission."

"So what if they're grandmasters? Only a fight will tell who's stronger."

Everyone: "?"

They never expected that Chu Sheng would be someone who valued money more than his life.

Li Anlan secretly resolved that as long as she survived, she would repay Chu Sheng handsomely upon returning to the capital; her life was worth far more than a thousand taels of gold.

"Is this what a Grandmaster-level expert is like?"

Chu Sheng muttered to himself, seemingly not as powerful as he had imagined.

Is it because he, as a grandmaster, is inadequate, or is this true of all grandmasters?

"Chu Sheng, you're just a ninth-rank martial artist, yet you dare to look down on our Grandmaster level."

"Today I'll show you just how big the gap is between a ninth-rank master and a grandmaster, and show you what it means to be worlds apart."

"You are like an ant trying to compete with the sun and moon when you fight against us."

"Really?" Chu Sheng laughed. "You've made me sound a little expectant."

"Come on, Grandmaster Eunuch, please make your move!"

Qingxuan was furious, feeling that Chu Sheng was mocking him, but he had no evidence. He gathered powerful, cold internal energy in his palm and struck out with it, hitting Chu Sheng.

"Bone-Melting and Acupoint-Sealing Palm!"

Seeing the palm strike coming towards him, Chu Sheng threw a punch.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple punch.

What he wanted was to compete with a grandmaster in internal energy and see who was stronger.

The two clashed, and Chu Sheng was not at all at a disadvantage. On the contrary, Qing Xuan's proud Yin-cold internal energy dissipated upon encountering the Qi, and his Yin-soft internal energy was suppressed, leaving him feeling cold all over.

Why is this happening?

Why was his internal energy able to suppress my cold internal energy?

Chu Sheng cultivates the Nine Yang Divine Skill, which is the nemesis of Yin and cold energy. It's not reasonable to suppress him.

"Chu Sheng, you are not a ninth-rank martial artist."

"A ninth-rank martial artist cannot withstand one of my palm strikes."

Chu Sheng looked at Qing Xuan, who was in a daze, and said, "Don't ask me what my cultivation level is. Below the Grandmaster level, I am invincible. Above the Grandmaster level, it's one against one. I am invincible. Do as you please."

"?"

So provocative?

Li Kuang looked at Chu Sheng with admiration, "Good heavens, Master Chu can actually fight a Grandmaster to a standstill. His strength is truly unknown, and he becomes stronger when facing stronger opponents."

Remembering how he looked down on Chu Sheng in Qingyang City, I felt incredibly ashamed. Master Chu was too modest, and I was getting a little carried away. What a sin!