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Chapter 184: Mount Yin
Chapter 184: Mount Yin
"Let's go! Let's drink!" Yan Nantian exclaimed, "We'll drink before we kill!"
And so, Yan Nantian and Jiang Feng arrived at the famous Huibin Tower in Beijing and ordered the most renowned Xinhua Village and Lanling Spring wines.
As Yan Nantian drank, his eyes sparkled with growing intensity.
Jiang Feng kept him company, drinking at a slower pace but not stopping when his cup was empty.
News traveled fast in Beijing, and it wasn't long before word spread that the number one sword in the world, Yan Nantian, and the talented Jiang Feng had appeared in the city.
Soon, several famous martial artists from Beijing arrived at Huibin Tower and sat near the pair, seemingly looking for an opportunity to strike up a conversation.
However, upon seeing Yan Nantian's gloomy expression and Jiang Feng's silence, they wisely refrained from making a move.
"You don't need to go," Yan Nantian suddenly said to Jiang Feng.
"How can I stay alone in the city now that I'm here?" Jiang Feng took another cup of wine and asked, "Don't you think I'm skilled enough, brother?"
Yan Nantian shook his head, "Of course not."
Even with his original martial arts skills, he wasn't too weak. To put it simply, he could handle one or two Yin Mountain ghosts without any problem and wouldn't hold Yan Nantian back.
The only reason his former self hadn't participated in this battle was that he hadn't shown up.
"How are we going?" Jiang Feng asked, "Are we going to rush there with light work?"
"Of course not," Yan Nantian laughed at the idea, "That place is a good thousand miles from the capital. We'd be exhausted if we rushed there. Luckily, Beijing has Liao East fast horses. With two horses each, we can get there in a day and a night."
Jiang Feng felt a bit embarrassed and rubbed his nose. He had believed the rumors, and now he felt foolish.
In the original story, Yan Nantian was portrayed as a god-like figure in the martial world. It was said that he could pass through the walls of Beijing with a stomp of his foot. He could drink in BJ in the evening and arrive at Yin Mountain by dawn the next day. He would defeat the Yin Mountain ghosts in the time it took to drink a cup of tea, his sword shining like lightning, visible from hundreds of miles away.
He wasn't just a martial arts master; he was a terrestrial immortal!
After finishing ten pounds of fine wine, Yan Nantian put down his bowl and stood up, his aura stirring the air.
Two middle-aged men, dressed in fine silk robes and with swords at their waists, stood up involuntarily, their eyes meeting briefly before they approached Yan Nantian from either side. "Hero Yan, we are..." one of them began.
Yan Nantian waved his hand dismissively, "I have matters to attend to and no time for idle chat. If there's anything you wish to discuss, we can do so when I return."
The man on the left couldn't help but ask, "May I ask what urgent matter Hero Yan is attending to? Is there anything we can assist with?"
The man on the right, his hand resting on his sword hilt, added, "There's little we can't accomplish in Beijing."
Yan Nantian's eyes flashed, and he didn't hesitate to make a request, "In that case, could you two help me and my younger brother prepare four Liao East fast horses?"
"Of course!" The man on the left nodded immediately and waved behind him. A young man rushed downstairs.
The man on the right couldn't resist his curiosity any longer and asked, "May I ask where Hero Yan and Young Master Jiang are headed?"
Yan Nantian remained silent, but Jiang Feng smiled and replied, "It's a secret mission. I estimate that you'll know about it in three or four days."
Jiang Feng was unfamiliar with this part of the story. Who knew if the Yin Mountain ghosts had hidden informants in Beijing?
Yan Nantian was a top celebrity in the martial world, and his every move attracted attention. If someone sent a message to the Yin Mountain ghosts, whether they chose to flee, hide, or set up an ambush, it would be a troublesome situation.
So, the man on the right dared not ask further. No one in the world would dare force Yan Nantian to speak when he didn't want to.
"We dare not presume!" The man on the left quickly said, "It would be our honor to be of service to Hero Yan. In three days, I will host a banquet and invite Hero Yan to join us again!"
Yan Nantian nodded and, with a flip of his body, leaped down from the third floor of Huibin Tower, landing gracefully on the back of one of the horses.
Jiang Feng shook his head and laughed. He took out a lump of silver and placed it on the table before bowing towards the room. Then, he stepped back and disappeared behind the railing.
The next moment, the horses' hooves flew as the four steeds trotted away from Huibin Tower, heading straight for the western gate of Beijing.
"What a man, Yan Nantian! Truly, his heroism soars to the clouds!"
"He must have drunk almost ten pounds of fine wine by himself just now—Xinghuacun and Lanling Spring. I'd be drunk after just one pound."
"And Jiang Feng, the Jade Youth, truly lives up to his name. He's as refined as jade and has an extraordinary demeanor. If his family didn't have a merchant background in the South of the Yangtze region, I would have thought he was born of noble blood."
"Noble blood or not, his martial arts skills surpass most. That light work he displayed earlier is unmatched by most in the northern martial arts world."
"I wonder, where are they headed?"
"One man, two horses, a three-day journey... Could it be..."
"Shh, we mustn't speak of it!"
"Why not? Whether it's the bandits of Liao East, the horse thieves of the grasslands, the Yin Mountain ghosts, the giants of Taihang, the river ghosts of the Yellow River, or the black sails of the East China Sea, no matter how powerful they are, they wouldn't dare to cause trouble in Beijing."
"But if they've provoked Hero Yan, their end is near."
"I wonder which unlucky group has caught Hero Yan's attention, exposing their weaknesses and revealing their lair?"
"We'll find out in three days. Now, let's drink!"
"Yes, let's drink!"
...
Yan Nantian and Jiang Feng bought some dry food along the way and headed straight for the western gate, passing through Yanqing and Xuanhua to leave the city. They then turned west and rushed towards Mount Yin.
After a day and a night, Mount Yin came into view.
Well, it couldn't exactly be called Mount Yin, as the mountain range was formed by the merging of Daqing Mountain, Wula Mountain, and Lang Mountain, stretching for a thousand kilometers. The Yellow River, on its way north, was forced to change course and flow eastward, forming a distinctive bend, a testament to the mountain range's length.
The lair of the Yin Mountain ghosts was located on one of Mount Yin's branches, the Nine Peaks Mountain, situated on the eastern slope of Mount Yin. To the south lay the Hasu Lake and the Chilechuan Grassland, a land of lush grass and clear waters.
Jiang Feng shook his head in amazement.
He had studied the "Song of Chile" in elementary school, and now, in this ancient world of Gu Long, he found himself visiting this thousand-year-old famous site, a place he had never been to in the modern world.
Hey, it's not like he had traveled to places like Shaolin Temple, Wudang Mountain, Qinhuai River, Western Kunlun, or the Grassland Desert in his previous life!
In his previous life, he had just been an otaku worker who had never traveled far from home!
At this time, the sky was brightening. The sunlight pierced through the clouds and fog, shining on the Nine Peaks Mountain, covering the majestic mountains with a thin layer of golden light.
There was a mountain fortress halfway up the Nine Peaks Mountain, which was the gathering place of the Yin Mountain ghosts.
Yan Nantian sat tall on his horse, his tiger-like eyes gleaming. The long sword at his waist buzzed softly, as if eager to be drawn.
(End of Chapter)
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