Chapter Five: Break Out of the Encirclement

“Do you know this cripple?”
Seeing her expression, An Xin asked.
“Mm-hmm.”
Wu Lijun nodded repeatedly. “He’s the steward of the Su family!”
“The Su family is also from Wuren County?”
An Xin frowned at this.
“The Su family are gentry in Wuren County. In the past, they had scholars who passed the imperial exam and even served as magistrates. They have quite a reputation there.”
“But how could the steward of the Su family be involved with these bandits?”
Wu Lijun said with confusion.
The steward was chatting and laughing with the bandits, getting along quite well. No one would believe they weren’t old acquaintances.
“The situation in Wuren County seems more complicated than I imagined.”
After obtaining the Panlong Jade Seal, he had become even more invested in his appointment as magistrate of Wuren.
Previously, he could have taken office with the mindset of “everyone benefits,” enjoying a comfortable life amidst the corruption and decay of the feudal dynasty.
Now, he felt more acutely that officialdom was not a feast; although “pleading for the people” might seem beyond reach, he had to pursue that path for the sake of his cultivation.
Local interests were tangled and complex; this path was never an easy one.
Before even taking office, he had already encountered gentry colluding with bandits, making him more cautious.
“Is this the steward’s personal act or the Su family’s doing? Given the personal bonds between steward and family in the Great Yan Dynasty, it’s unlikely to be just a personal matter.”
After a moment’s thought, the steward and the bandits had already gone far. An Xin and Wu Lijun quietly followed the mountain path downwards.
The trail was steep, with a bare cliff on one side and towering rock faces on the other.
At its narrowest, it allowed only one person through. At one spot, water seeped from the stone wall above, dripping down onto mossy, slippery ground.
The water formed a small stream, gurgling as it flowed along the roadside ditch.
If not for the bandits, this would be a place of serene natural beauty.
“This natural barrier is easy to defend but hard to attack. Even if the local patrol office is sent to eliminate the bandits after I take office, it will be difficult to eradicate them.”
An Xin wasn’t sure of the patrol office’s combat strength, but judging by these bandits’ dominance, Wuren County’s military preparedness was evidently lax.
Lax military defense was one thing, but what worried him more were the tangled interests and collusion between officials and bandits.
Ascending the mountain was easy; descending was hard. The steep, rugged path was no challenge for An Xin, whose body had been modified to near human limits.
Wu Lijun, panting heavily behind him, had followed at a run for nearly half an hour. Her resilience earned An Xin’s admiration.
“Master Zhang, we can’t stop! The bandits will surely chase down from the mountain if they spot us.”
Wu Lijun gasped, seeing An Xin suddenly halt.

Her throat and chest burned fiercely, as if a bowl of chili water had been poured down her windpipe, each breath accompanied by sharp pain.
But she truly wanted to escape; she never wished to endure the terrors of the mountain again.
“They’ve found us.”
An Xin looked up towards the mountain.
Wu Lijun followed his gaze and saw a line of fire shooting into the sky, followed by a sharp explosion.
The sound carried far in the still night.
An Xin frowned. “They’re signaling the villages below. They’re likely planning to surround and block us.”
“Get up ahead; I’ll carry you.”
“Your life-saving kindness, Master Zhang, I will never forget!”
Without hesitation, Wu Lijun leapt onto An Xin’s back.
She was light, her form softer than expected, pressing against him tenderly.
An Xin’s sharp eyes raced down the mountain, guided by starlight.
Their descent quickened abruptly.
Wu Lijun felt the rush of wind past her ears, the broad, reassuring back beneath her, causing her heart to beat faster.
With An Xin’s long, bounding strides, the path soon widened.
At the mountain’s base, torches flickered, illuminating the night.
When facing a narrow path, to avoid wasting time and being trapped in a pincer movement, An Xin did not slow his pace.
Soon, seven or eight men dressed as farmers appeared.
Their patched cotton clothes were no finer than those of other peasants, but their faces lacked the usual submissive, simple expressions. Instead, they looked shrewder and more ruthless.
“Wait here.”
An Xin set Wu Lijun down.
Having crossed over half a month ago, An Xin knew most villagers were naïve and poor-eyed, unable to see clearly in the dim night.
That was his advantage.
He sprinted down the path like a leopard.
“Freeze!”
The leading villager was instantly rooted to the spot. As the others hesitated, a shadow suddenly appeared in the torchlight, and in the next moment, blood sprayed as a body collapsed and rolled down the mountain path.
The shadow vanished into the darkness.
“Damn!”
“What the hell was that!”
“Boss Cui is dead!”
The villagers instantly fell into chaos.
An Xin knew these villagers were just bullies with no real backbone, easy to deal with.
After he swiftly dispatched another, the rest completely broke and scattered.
“Ah!”
Wu Lijun cried out.
An Xin, rubbing his throbbing temple to ease the headache, turned to see a villager fleeing nervously uphill, just as he collided with Wu Lijun.
Surprised, she grabbed the baton in her hand and struck the villager’s head hard; blood splattered as he staggered.
An Xin rushed over and slashed his throat with a dagger.
He was no seasoned killer; his theoretical knowledge was lacking, experience shallow, and technique unrefined. He missed the heart and liver areas but aimed for the neck and back of the head—clear vital points ensuring a swift kill, a novice’s preferred method.
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