Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

At the imperial capital's Protectorate Pavilion, four elders gathered, and even the Central King himself arrived in person.

Meanwhile, far in a mountain village of the western region.

The bustling street had suddenly gone quiet.

"That little demon's here!"

"Everyone run!"

No one knew who suddenly yelled out, but the men and women who had been chatting in the streets fled in panic, just like mice scurrying away from a cat.

"Clang!"

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The doors of the shops on both sides of the street were hastily shut one after another.

Only after the crowd had dispersed did a girl, about fourteen or fifteen years old with her hair tied in twin braids, slowly made her way along the street from a distance.

"You bunch of cowards, why do you act like you've seen bandits when you see me, Zhan Qimeng?"

The young girl mumbled to herself as she looked at the tightly closed shop doors on both sides of the street.

Then she slowly approached a store with a "Herbal Garden" signboard hanging above it and reached out with her delicate right hand to knock on the solid wooden door in front of her.

"Uncle Zhao, it seems like your shop's door is a bit worn out from age, not quite up to snuff, huh?"

Zhan Qimeng said leisurely.

The next second, an aged voice came from inside the shop, "You girl, don't mess around!"

"This agarwood door of mine cost a fortune, made by old Wang from next door especially for me!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, a loud bang was heard.

Before the grieving eyes of Uncle Zhao, his prized agarwood door crashed to the ground.

The thunderous sound of the door falling seemed like fireworks ignited in his heart, tearing it apart.

Zhan Qimeng dusted off her hands and said with a smile, "See, Uncle Zhao, I told you your door wasn't holding up. I barely touched it, and it fell right over!"

As she spoke, Zhan Qimeng walked nonchalantly past the mourning Uncle Zhao to a medicine cabinet in the shop.

"You wretch, what are you up to this time at this old man's place?"

Uncle Zhao didn't blame Zhan Qimeng but took a deep breath before asking.

Zhan Qimeng glanced at him, chuckled, and said, "The time my grandfather set has passed, and I'm allowed to leave the mountain now!"

"I'm going to look for my senior brother, it's been so many years, I wonder how he is now."

Upon hearing this, a hint of reluctance flashed in Uncle Zhao's eyes.

Although Zhan Qimeng was a bit violent in her actions, in the end, she was a child whom Uncle Zhao had watched grow up. Naturally, he felt reluctant to see her set out on a journey.

"Time flies... You're only fourteen or fifteen years old, sigh..."

Uncle Zhao heaved a sigh, expressing his sentiment.

Zhan Qimeng waved her fist and said, "So what if I'm fourteen or fifteen?"

"I reached the Imperial Realm just three days ago. With my fist, big as a sandbag, who would be able to withstand it?"

Astonishingly, this girl of merely fourteen or fifteen had already stepped into the Imperial Realm!

What was even more surprising was the look on Uncle Zhao's face after hearing her words; his wrinkled visage held no shock or surprise.

As if it was perfectly normal for Zhan Qimeng to reach the Imperial Realm at her age.

"You girl have had a martial arts talent far beyond ordinary people since you were young, and I don't know what luck that old man Zhan Wuya had to bring back such a little monster like you."

"It's a pity that old man Zhan Wuya passed away too soon, otherwise, seeing you now, he might have laughed so hard he'd go into convulsions..."

When Old Zhao mentioned Zhan Wuya, his expression grew a bit more somber.

Then, with a shift in his expression and a glint of murderous intent in his eyes, he said in a deep voice, "If it weren't for the promise we made to him back then, how could we have just watched old Zhan Wuya die out there!"

"It was his time, his fate... that was Zhan Wuya's destiny..."

As his words ended, the murderous intent dissipated, replaced only by a sigh.

Zhan Qimeng's mood also fell, but then she smiled and said, "It's all in the past, Old Zhao, you shouldn't keep dwelling on what happened before."

"My grandfather once said that my senior brother's martial arts talent is even greater than mine, and I've already stepped into the Imperial Realm, so senior brother has probably already entered the Imperial Realm long ago."

"Don't worry, with me and senior brother around, the vengeance for our grandfather will soon be avenged!"

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He glanced at the medicine cabinet with its various sizes of glass bottles and said, "Since you're about to descend the mountain, you need to have some protection. These things have been here for so long, just take whatever you like!"

"Really? It's rare for you to be so generous, Old Zhao!"

Zhan Qimeng said, laughing.

Old Zhao showed a smile of resignation, then got up from the recliner and turned to enter the back hall of the pharmacy.

Zhan Qimeng, on the other hand, did not stand on ceremony at all, grabbing the glass bottles from the medicine cabinet and stuffing them into the bag on her back.

She moved swiftly, and in no time, a third of the glass bottles on the cabinet were gone.

Yet her backpack didn't seem to bulge at all, as if none of the glass bottles had been placed inside.

Old Zhao emerged from the back hall, not even taking a glance at the nearly emptied medicine cabinet, and handed two ancient-looking wooden boxes to Zhan Qimeng.

"Take these. As an old man, I'm getting on in years, and if you two kids encounter any trouble out there, I won't be able to help you in a moment's notice."

"However, I do pride myself on my Alchemy Technique, which can rival anyone in the world. There is a medicinal pill in each of these wooden boxes that can save each of your lives in a critical moment."

"Remember to take them only at the most crucial time!"

Old Zhao said with a light chuckle.

Hearing this, Zhan Qimeng immediately took the two wooden boxes and threw them into her backpack.

After she had cleared three-quarters of the entire medicine cabinet, she finally stopped, satisfied.

"Old Zhao, I've always thought you were the best person in our village since I was a child!"

Zhan Qimeng declared with a smile.

Old Zhao nodded slightly, then waved his hand and said, "Alright, go. And don't forget to visit the other villagers as well."

"Got it! Do I really need reminding from you?"

Zhan Qimeng turned around and left the pharmacy.

Old Zhao also reclined back onto the chair, idly fanning himself with the palm-leaf fan.

A leisurely voice slowly spread through the pharmacy: "When the dragon and phoenix descend upon the world, heaven and earth will be in turmoil..."

Zhan Qimeng, who had left the pharmacy, entered the nearby blacksmith shop.

Likewise, a man well into his sixties in the blacksmith shop saw Zhan Qimeng and immediately said with a smile, "Qimeng, what brings you here?"

"Grandpa Sun, I'm going to leave the mountain..."

Zhan Qimeng slightly bowed her head, then continued, "I'm only fourteen or fifteen years old, and I've heard there are many bad people down the mountain... I don't know if I can protect myself well enough..."

Little did they know that the young girl, appearing so gentle and delicate, was a martial arts master of the Imperial Realm!