19: Chapter 19, First-Rank Martial Art "Flying on Grass," Green Steel Saber (Green Grade)

This First-grade Martial Art was found by searching the Third Leader's chest.

Chen Yichuan guessed.

The Third Leader must have obtained "Grass-Gliding Technique" not long ago and hadn't had the chance to cultivate it yet.

And so... it became Chen Yichuan's gain.

"A First-grade Martial Art, and it's the Lightfoot Skill I need most. Such a good person, the Third Leader is truly a great person!" Chen Yichuan couldn't help but let out a long shout.

What is the strongest martial art in the world?

Others would definitely choose combat or burst martial arts, but Chen Yichuan would not.

He would choose a top-tier Lightfoot Skill.

Only by staying alive can you deal damage.

He had always held this philosophy as a treasure.

To the side, the remaining 10 Escorts all looked at Chen Yichuan with envy.

A First-grade Martial Art. Who wouldn't covet it?

But they were only envious; they had no other thoughts.

On one hand, it was because Chen Yichuan had just relieved their Escort Agency; if he hadn't opened a gap, there probably wouldn't even be ten people standing here alive.

On the other hand, they had witnessed Chen Yichuan's method, the Groin-Stabbing Blade.

Whenever they thought of this, the group of Escorts couldn't help but cover their groins tightly.

"A First-grade Martial Art, and it's a Lightfoot Skill. I have to say, your fortune is truly profound." After simply bandaging the wounds on his body, Instructor Huang Hu walked over with an envious look.

Seeing that the person approaching was Instructor Huang Hu, Chen Yichuan didn't tuck "Grass-Gliding Technique" into his chest, but handed it over.

"Uncle Huang, take this martial art. I am still young; you need it more than I do."

These words came from the bottom of Chen Yichuan's heart.

It was just a First-grade Martial Art; Uncle Huang's help to him was no less than a mere First-grade Martial Art.

Unexpectedly, even though Instructor Huang Hu's words carried some envy, he waved his hand.

"Haha, keep it, Yichuan."

"Years ago, Master Luo gave me "Grass-Gliding Technique", but my comprehension was insufficient, and I hadn't even entered the threshold after a year." Instructor Huang Hu laughed heartily, though a trace of desolation flashed in his eyes that he couldn't hide.

Insufficient comprehension? Chen Yichuan understood instantly.

Cultivating a First-grade Martial Art had requirements. The Third Leader hadn't just obtained "Grass-Gliding Technique" recently, but rather lacked the comprehension; he had a treasure mountain but no path to enter.

Just as he was about to say something, thud. A round, fat corpse slammed down beside the ox cart, instantly causing the oxen and horses to become restless.

However, compared to these animals, the remaining crowd was full of excitement and laughing heartily.

"Haha, the fatty is dead; the Second Leader of Qingfeng Stronghold has been killed by the Head Escort."

"So satisfying, the bandits of Qingfeng Stronghold blocked the road to rob us, this is their fate."

"Head Escort!"

"Head Escort!!"

"Groin-Stabbing Blade, Groin-Stabbing Blade."

"..." The Escorts shouted passionately.

It wasn't just Chief Escort Qian Su who received praise, but also Chen Yichuan, the 'Groin-Stabbing Blade' who broke the deadlock.

"My goodness, haha, Brother Chen... this nickname 'Groin-Stabbing Blade', it's really not bad."

Head Escort Qian jumped down from the treetop, his eyes squinting into a line as he teased Chen Yichuan. The nickname 'Groin-Stabbing Blade' couldn't help but make him distance himself three steps from Chen Yichuan.

"Head Escort Qian."

"Don't tease me, or be careful lest you can only cultivate the 'Sunflower Manual'." Chen Yichuan kicked his waist with his right foot, and the ghost-head blade rotated half a circle in the air. Then it landed in his hand. He flourished a beautiful blade flower. Chen Yichuan stared straight at Head Escort Qian.

You have to say, it worked perfectly. Head Escort Qian instantly put away his teasing thoughts, his face turning serious.

"Yichuan, I won't thank you for such a great kindness; if you hadn't broken the deadlock... all these brothers of mine would have been buried here. This isn't the place to talk."

"Everyone, count the goods, let's go!"

Hearing this, the crowd packed up hastily, set off, and ran away. As for the corpses lying helter-skelter on the ground, the wild beasts would handle them.

Qingfeng Stronghold.

That bandit with excellent Lightfoot Skill, dragging his heavy injuries, finally returned to the stronghold camp. Upon seeing him, the gatekeeper bandit immediately summoned the First Leader—'Zuo Shan Diao'.

"Zhao Gou'er? How are you so heavily injured? Where are the Second Leader, Third Leader, and the other brothers?" The First Leader's heart sank, his gaunt face staring coldly at him.

"Cough, cough, the Third Leader is dead, and the Second Leader is likely finished too. As for the other brothers, those who died are dead, and those who fled have fled."

"Cough, cough, First Leader, you must avenge the brothers." Zhao Gou'er coughed up blood, his words full of pleading and a desire for revenge.

After hearing this, the First Leader's expression turned cold. The impassioned words about avenging the brothers that Zhao Gou'er had expected did not appear. All that came was the First Leader's pair of hands, cold to the extreme. Crack.

"Le...ader..." Zhao Gou'er's eyes bulged, his face full of horror, shock, and disbelief. His throat was slit by the First Leader on the spot.

"Hmph!"

"The Second and Third Leaders are both dead, and you still have the face to return? As for revenge, hehe... I'll avenge them with my head." The First Leader snorted coldly, then his venomous gaze fell on the two gatekeeper lackeys. Crack. Crack. Two crisp sounds rang out, representing the end of their lives.

"To prevent the Sanjiang Escort Agency from attacking the mountain, if Qingfeng Stronghold is gone, then it's gone. I still want to live a few more years, as for the Sanjiang Escort Agency!!"

"I, 'Zuo Shan Diao', have noted this grudge."

After doing this, the First Leader took all of Qingfeng Stronghold's gold, silver, and valuables, along with his remaining confidants, and ran away. He was still too cautious. Head Escort Qian and his group had no such idea at all and had long since left Qingfeng Stronghold's territory.

The Escort Agency group arrived outside a small village to rest. The campfire was burning, and the sky was gradually darkening. After successive attacks, personnel had decreased by nearly half. The team's speed was significantly slowed down. Originally, they could have reached Taoyuan Village in the afternoon, but it was dragged out until tomorrow.

"Instructor Huang, my apologies, we are short of hands... originally you could have reached Taoyuan Village today, it really is..." Head Escort Qian cupped his hands, saying with an apologetic face.

Instructor Huang Hu waved his hand, not caring much:

"Escorts live by licking blood from the blade, so how can we talk about being on time? Strictly speaking, we earned a lot this trip; Head Escort Qian is generous."

"A Green Grade weapon, given away just like that."

Hehe. Generous.

Head Escort Qian waved his hand helplessly. It wasn't that he was generous, it was just that Chen Yichuan's performance was too dazzling. The Green Grade weapon was actually the loot snatched from the Second Leader's hands, that one-meter-long machete. It was currently being played with in Chen Yichuan's hands.

At this moment, Chen Yichuan was not by the campfire, but had come to a place with dense trees.

[green steel saber: Durability 78/100 (Green Grade)]

[Attack +8]

[Extra Effect: Attaching Qi doubles attack.]

"green steel saber, tsk, this saber is really long, really domineering. Head Escort Qian is truly generous, attack doubled; one slash and both man and horse would be shattered." Carrying the one-meter-long machete, Chen Yichuan said with wild joy.

The green steel saber was fierce, but it wasn't very convenient to carry; it could only be carried on the shoulder or back. It wasn't as convenient as the ghost-head blade, which could be slung at the waist.

[ghost-head blade: Durability 19/100 (White Grade)]

[Attack +3]

Looking at the nicks on the back of the blade, Chen Yichuan whispered: "Durability is bottoming out; I wonder if there is a blacksmith in Taoyuan Village."

Withdrawing his thoughts, Chen Yichuan took "Grass-Gliding Technique" out from his chest; this was the real prize.

"First-grade Auxiliary Martial Art 'Grass-Gliding Technique', cultivation threshold: 15 Agility, 10 Spirit"

"Ding." System prompt: 'Player attributes have met the requirements, do you wish to learn.'