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Although Young Master Han didn't know what the meaning of these three shaggy headed weirdos' words was, they didn't look like good people when he saw the malevolence in their eyes.

At this time, they saw the three of them fall to the ground, and they hurriedly jumped up and flew away.

Who would've thought that at this moment, the strange dragon that had landed on the ground would also mutter to itself as it followed Young Master Han into the air?

At this moment, Young Master Han's body was brimming with true qi. With this sweeping momentum, he'd already made it back to Shooting Peak with a few leaps and bounds. The yellow dragon had also followed Young Master Han closely.

"Hurry up and leave, Little Yellow Dragon. My Master wants me to tie you up and come back. It will definitely not be good for you. You should leave!"

Young Master Han turned around and waved towards the dragon.

"Aooo!"

However, the dragon didn't have any intention of retreating. Instead, it floated into the air and circled around the dragon as it pondered.

When Young Master Han returned to the main peak, he shouted towards the mountain gate, "I'm back, honored master!"

However, there was no response from the crowd.

"Little Senior Sister, where are you?"

Still no one answered.

Young Master Han was greatly shocked. He had always been with his honored master and senior sisters and had been inseparable from them for several years. He had almost never taken a step out of the mountain. Why had he suddenly gone somewhere?

Even if Master was going to go into seclusion, Senior Sister would never leave this place!

Young Master Han was shocked beyond measure as he hastily ran towards his master's cultivation cave. Before he reached his master's cultivation cave, he saw that the stairs were a complete mess.

"Could it be that someone has barged in?"

Young Master Han was greatly alarmed and leapt out of the cave. Who would've thought that with just one look, his master's usual training cave had already collapsed.

What was even more shocking was that the top of the two little potion concocted children's heads had been shattered by someone as they laid flat on the stone steps. Blood flowed all the way to the cliff.

"Ah …"

Young Master Han let out a loud cry and reached out with his body. The two children had lost their auras and had been dead for quite some time.

"Master, senior apprentice-sister …"

Young Master Han shouted a few times before suddenly leaping into the air and flying straight to the peak. However, at this moment, under the azure sky, the mountains snaked and snaked through. The mountain was quiet, with only the occasional cry of a tiger coming from nearby.

Where are the shadows of Master and Senior Sister?

It had only been a few hours since he'd gone back and forth, but he'd encountered such a great change. Even with Young Master Han's stubborn mind, he couldn't help but shed two clear tears!

"Although Master has always had great hatred for me, since Master is my father for life, even if I have to go through fire and water, I must still find out who killed Master and Senior Sister!"

As Young Master Han thought of this, he waved his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, swearing towards the cave entrance where his Master cultivated.

However, with just a single glance, he was able to see a palm imprint.

Beside the dead child, a crimson palm print was left on a rock.

This palm attack landed on the broken rock. The rock was abnormally hard and was being suppressed by someone's powerful inner strength, causing the rock to turn into powder. The mountain wind blew and a bright red palm print was left behind.

From this, it could be seen that the person who had left behind the palm print had already reached the Nascent Profound Realm.

Even an ordinary martial artist could use his own cultivation to shatter a rock. However, he had to rely on his formidable cultivation base to shatter a rock and leave a palm mark without cracking a rock. He had to have an extraordinary cultivation base to do so.

Was he showing off?

A cold smile rose from the corners of Young Master Han's lips as killing intent flashed across his young face.

At this moment, this handprint was the only clue that could lead to the murderer.

The sky was high and deep, the empty moon rising slowly as a gust of cold wind blew against the cliff, rustling Young Master Han's clothes.

"Master told us to bring the heads of Liu Che and Dong Zhongshu to see her. Presumably, these two must be Master's enemies. I wonder who they are?"

"This time, I must investigate everything thoroughly. Also, I need to know my own background!"

Young master Han bent down to bow towards the mountain peaks and suddenly let out a long howl as he dived down towards the foot of the mountain.

The Southern Wilderness was known as the Barbarian Kingdom, and it had always been a great danger for the Darkhan Empire. The people of the South considered themselves as Miao Zong and believed that they were the descendants of Chi You, the Demon Fighting God.

Gao Zu, Liu Bang, has ruled the world for more than a hundred years, but all the tribes in the southern border have always treated the imperial court with disrespect.

In addition, the officials ordered by the Han Chinese officials relied on the high status of the imperial court beyond the reach of the imperial court, corruption and corruption colluded with the strong, causing the hearts of the people of the southern border to turn their backs.

On this day, Young Master Han descended the mountain and arrived at a small town.

The town was bustling with people coming and going, and the streets were crowded with even more people.

Although the town was located in a despicable place at the southern border, because the two government roads ran through the north and south, it became a must-go route for traffic in this area. Everyone from north to south was willing to choose this small town as their resting place.

It was Young Master Han's first time leaving the mountain, so how could he have seen so many people? This was truly an eye-opener. After walking for three days in a row, he suddenly felt his stomach growling and he was unable to endure the hunger.

Just as he raised his head to look, there was a bun house at the corner of the alleyway that was emitting a strong fragrance. Young Master Han touched his stomach and couldn't help but gather around.

"Sir," "Steamed Bun?"

The one selling the steamed buns was a young girl who was only 13 or 14 years old. She also had a lively appearance. She squinted her eyes and asked with a smile.

"Mm …"

Young Master Han nodded and swallowed his saliva, then touched his pockets. Right now, he had no money at all.

In the past, it was Huo Gong who came down from the mountain to buy something, but he had never gone down Shooting Range Peak. In the past few days, he came out of the mountain to find out that in this world, people actually had to pay for something to buy something, and it was only then that he realized that different items had different prices.

"How much do you want for a penny?" The little girl giggled and asked.

"Three taels of silver a coin?"

Young Master Han felt around his pockets as his face reddened, and he timidly took a few steps back.

The young girl's face froze as she carefully examined Young Master Han. She already understood what was going on in her heart. She wrinkled her brow and sneaked a peek inside. She picked up two steamed buns and walked over to push them into Young Master Han's hands.

"You're a refugee from somewhere else, aren't you? I heard that the two tribes in the south started a war and attacked each other for half a month, causing tens of thousands of casualties.

This young lady was actually treating Young Master Han as a refugee. Young Master Han couldn't help but be startled. Right now, he didn't have a single cent on him, so it wouldn't be excessive to call him a refugee!

When the young girl saw that Young Master Han's clothes were thin, and that he was wearing a small robe in this frigid weather, pity arose in her heart as she handed two steamed buns over.

"Thank you!" Young Master Han's gaze hardened as he nodded.

At this moment, a short and fat middle-aged man ran out of the shop and strode in front of Young Master Han. He snatched back two steamed buns with one hand, then turned around and slapped the young girl in the face.

"Pfft, you wild girl, you're trying to seduce another man again!" Let's see if I'll beat them to death! "

After this short and fat middle-aged man finished speaking, he actually raised his hand and aimed at the little girl's face with all his might.

"Stop!"

Young Master Han sneered and suddenly made a move, grabbing the short and fat middle-aged man's arm.

This middle-aged man only had a few pounds of brute force. How could he withstand a pinch from an inner strength expert that Young Master Han had practiced since he was a child? Suddenly, he started screaming like a pig that was being butchered.

"If you dare bully people again, I'll break your hand!"

Young Master Han sneered and let go. The chunky middle-aged man staggered and fell to the ground.

"Damn it, good boy, and that stinky girl, just you wait!"

The chunky middle-aged man crawled up from the ground and shouted towards the room.

At this moment, several large men suddenly sprang out from within the shop. They all held sticks in their hands and pounced maliciously towards Young Master Han.

"Ah, run!"

The little girl suddenly moved forward and stood in front of Young Master Han, begging the chunky man, "Let him go, I'm begging you!"

The chunky middle-aged man shouted: "You slut! I spent money to buy you and you are my daughter-in-law! You cheated me all day long! Let's see if I will beat you to death!" Call me! "

"Hit me?"

Young Master Han sneered, but didn't run away. Instead, he gently pulled the young girl away and nodded. "Thank you, young lady. This fellow is more than twenty years older than you. How could he possibly marry you?"

"My family is poor, I sold it to him to be his wife!" The little girl sighed and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

A few of the strong men bypassed the young girl and went straight for Young Master Han, sending a few wooden sticks flying towards his head.

"Ah …"

The girl gave a startled cry.

Young Master Han laughed coldly and paid no heed to it at all, allowing the wooden stick to fall. He took a moment of luck and a layer of protective divine art appeared within his body.

"Clap clap!"

"Ouch!"

Just as the wooden stick was about to land on Young Master Han's body, several miserable cries sounded out. A few of the men were sent flying by a strong force.

This was because Young Master Han had shown mercy and didn't want to take their lives. Otherwise, how could these people still have lives after this counterattack?

The gazes of all the onlookers froze. This seemed to be out of their expectations. However, everyone started to search their surroundings. Could it be that this brat had the help of an expert?

Sure enough, at this moment, a tall and thin blue-clothed youth walked out from a corner.

"I've redeemed her!"

The blue-robed young man sneered. Suddenly, he took out a ingot from his bosom and gently wiped it against the blue brick covering the wall.

The Origin Treasure had already sunk into the blue brick. Everyone looked at it and was immediately stunned.

This short and fat middle-aged man had seen this move several times before. He was so scared that sweat dripped down his forehead and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

The little girl immediately kneeled down towards the blue-clothed youth, loudly thanking him. The blue-clothed youth only faintly smiled and waved his hand, "Go!"

The little girl jumped up and ran away. The chunky middle-aged man could only stare at her anxiously but did not dare to chase her. Naturally, he did not dare to use his head to risk his life.

The blue-clothed youth turned around to look at Young Master Han and sneered. "Follow me!"

Just as Young Master Han was stunned, the blue-clothed youth raised his left hand and suddenly waved it in the air. A bloody palm imprint appeared on the wall.

His palm was as red as blood.