Yun Shou, fourteen years old, is the gang leader.
In a world where martial prowess reigns supreme, the strong are truly favored. Under the coercion of his powerful martial arts, the leaders of the Qinghe Gang unanimously agreed to make this veteran member with fourteen years of experience in the gang the rightful leader.
"Boss! You're awesome!"
On the jade throne carved from the green jadeite and the blue rock crystal, a handsome young man sits upright, his hands resting on the blue rock and his feet on the crystal plate.
"Gentlemen, please rise, no need for formalities."
The powerful sound spread throughout the lobby like a broadcast, echoing three or four times before finally stopping, layer upon layer like a symphony.
Yun Shou crossed his legs. To his left was Mu Jian, the former twenty-first leader of the gang and now the twenty-second leader, who was his handpicked left protector.
To his right is Xu Ruohai, the former gang leader and now the deputy gang leader, who has appointed him as the right protector.
The two protectors, one the weakest and the other the strongest among the ranked members of the Qinghe Gang, were also the two who were beaten the most badly by Yun Shou in the Qinghe Gang.
I don't know if it's fate or something else.
"These formalities need not be carried out tomorrow," Yun Shou waved his hand.
"Understood." A man who looked like a strategist replied. In fact, he was the head of the Qinghe Gang. Song Yan, that unscrupulous merchant in Qinghe Village, was under his command.
Yun Shou (staring wide-eyed): "Huh?!"
Song Yan: (?ω?)
It can only be said that he truly deserves to be the manager of nearly a thousand people in the gang, plus the chief steward of more than a dozen nearby villages. With just a glance and a soft hum from Yun Shou, Song Yan instantly understood.
Clearing his throat, the strategist stroked his long beard and added, "But if everyone's admiration for you, the leader, is endless and they insist on expressing their sincerity with this gift every day, then we can't stop them. We can't refuse their enthusiasm."
Yun Shou: "Hmm~~"
"Master, I have important news to report."
A gaunt old man stepped forward. He was dressed in the clothes of a leader and was one of the twenty second-rate martial artists of the Qinghe Gang.
"Go ahead and say it," Yun Shou said, waving his hand.
"Two fishing families in Baiyu Village got into a dispute..."
"It's not obviously Wang's fault. This lake belongs to my Qinghe Gang, not to any one fisherman!"
As soon as one problem is solved, another person steps forward.
"I also have urgent business to attend to. The disciples of the Red Shadow Sect injured members of our gang. The specific reason is..."
Yun Shou was overwhelmed by what he heard. He suddenly turned around and looked at Xu Ruohai: "You will handle all the mundane matters. If there are any problems you can't handle, then I will take care of them."
He stepped down from the gang leader's throne: "There's one more thing. Ji Kangnian and his wife from Qinghe Village, Wang Changnian and the others are all acquaintances of mine, as well as a boy named Song Xiaohu. You must treat these four people well."
Xu Ruohai nodded, suppressing his domineering aura in front of Yun Shou and behaving obediently: "Understood, Chief."
After Yun Shou left, Xu Ruohai returned to his seat...
"There's one more thing!" Yun Shou turned around suddenly halfway out.
"That seat is mine, you're not allowed to sit there!"
Xu Ruohai's buttocks, which had been hovering in mid-air, lifted up again.
Yun Shou has completely departed.
Silence fell over the hall, and an odd atmosphere permeated the room.
A moment later, Xu Ruohai sat on a small stool, with Yun Shou's exclusive throne behind him, and resumed the usual atmosphere of getting along with the gang members.
They treated it as having an uninvolved emperor above them, and as long as they didn't displease him, everything would be fine.
With nothing to do, Yun Shou spent half a day wandering around the Qinghe Gang.
Then he took a handful of silver and entered Qingcheng before the city gates closed. He used his light-footed skills all the way there, and although he slowed down when he reached the city gate, he was still far more than a second-rate player.
The city gate guards dared not charge the martial artist an entrance fee and allowed Yun Shou to enter the city directly.
It was already dusk, and there were far fewer pedestrians on the street, but it was still much more lively than Qinghe Village.
Yun Shou was dressed in coarse blue cloth. Although it wasn't exactly beggar's clothes in Qingcheng and was similar to most commoners, it was far inferior to the wealthy families passing by or the powerful and influential people he occasionally brushed past.
He found a shop, bought a well-fitting outfit, and put it on. He looked completely refreshed. The shop owner, seeing his distinguished demeanor, not only gave him a big discount but also pulled his daughter out from the back room, saying that he wanted the two of them to meet.
The boss's daughter is a pretty and charming little girl, but that's precisely the problem: at around 11 years old, she's practically a bean sprout.
Although he was only three years younger than Yun Shou, he still couldn't accept it. After chatting with the girl for a few minutes, he said goodbye and left.
"I've really struck it rich; even buying a piece of clothing can bring me romance." Yun Shou strolled leisurely, found a large inn, and went straight inside.
"Young hero, is this your first time here?" As soon as you entered, a waiter came over with a smile.
"How did you recognize me as a martial artist? Is this your first time here?" Yun Shou asked curiously. The title "hero" is reserved for martial artists.
“We need to have a good eye in this line of work,” the waiter replied with a smile. “Martial artists have a different aura than ordinary people, and I’ve worked at this Home Inn for five years, so I’m the best at recognizing old and new faces.”
Yun Shou paused, inwardly criticizing himself.
He was indeed a bit too nouveau riche. Martial artists have a different aura than ordinary people. This kind of thing exists in the martial arts experience he inherited, but it is too basic. He has never applied it in reality, so he just asked such an idiotic question, "How did you recognize me as a martial artist?"
"I still can't be reckless," he thought to himself. In the simulation, each of his characters was a seasoned veteran, experienced in the ups and downs of the martial world, and their strength and vision were a perfect match.
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