Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1105 Tuoba Tie. Please advise.

The leopard is one of the most dangerous predators in the nearby mountains and forests.

Their fur, claws, and bones are all valuable resources.

More importantly, hunting them means the strength and safety of the group!

The village gates were wide open, and the villagers surrounded Ayan and Amu as they carried the two demon-patterned leopards into the village.

The open space in the center of the village was quickly filled with people. Children peeked out from under the adults' legs, while the elderly stood under the eaves with their canes, looking around.

The two demon-patterned leopards were placed on the ground, their purplish-black demonic patterns wriggling slightly on their fur. Even in death, their chilling demonic aura had not yet dissipated.

Tuoba Shan stood beside Zhang Yuan and quietly introduced the people in the village.

As they were talking, the crowd suddenly parted, and an old man strode over.

He was a head taller than Tuoba Shan, and his hair and beard were all white.

But his back was as straight as an iron pillar, and his deep brown eyes swept over the demonic leopard on the ground, paused for a moment on the bloodstains on Ayan and Amu, and finally landed on Zhang Yuan.

"Chieftain." Tuoba Shan stepped forward. "This is Senior Zhang Yuan. We were attacked in the forest just now, and it was Senior Zhang who guided us, which enabled us to hunt down these two beasts. Uncle Ayan and the others were also saved by Senior Zhang."

Ah Yan, carrying the bone club, nodded emphatically and recounted the entire battle in the forest.

He was not good with words and spoke haltingly, but he did not miss any details.

How Zhang Yuan gave him instructions at the critical moment, how he subconsciously followed them, and how that blow went from missing to striking the demonic leopard's lower body.

After listening, the clan chief remained silent for a moment.

He looked at Zhang Yuan with sharp, eagle-like eyes, scrutinizing Zhang Yuan from head to toe.

Zhang Yuan stood there, his aura calm, and he didn't look like a powerful figure who could easily kill a demon-patterned leopard.

But the corpses of the two demon-patterned leopards on the ground were undeniable, and the few shallow bloodstains on Ayan's body were also obvious.

The clan leader's gaze lingered on Zhang Yuan for a few moments, then he nodded slightly, the abstinence on his face fading somewhat.

He didn't beat around the bush and spoke directly.

The voice wasn't loud, but every word carried a heavy weight, like rocks rolling across the ground.

"I am Tuoba Yan, the current patriarch of the Bai Shuang clan."

“Young Brother Zhang Yuan, you saved the lives of my people. The Bai Shuang clan will remember this kindness. However, I observe that you have a calm demeanor, unlike someone who spends years traversing the mountains and wilderness.”

"May I ask where you come from, young friend? What brings you to my Qing Song Realm?"

Zhang Yuan cupped his hands in greeting, his voice calm: "Zhang Yuan is a wandering cultivator who has come here by chance. I am deeply grateful for the hospitality of Tuoba Shan and will stay here for a few days."

"As for its origin, it's a long story and too complicated to tell in a short time."

Tuoba Yan's eyes flickered slightly.

Having lived for so many years and seen so many people, someone who could guide Ayan and the others to kill the Demon Pattern Leopard with just a few words was definitely not an ordinary rogue cultivator.

But since Zhang Yuan was unwilling to elaborate, he did not press further.

"In that case, young man, please rest here in peace. However, this mountain forest is treacherous; if you encounter danger again in the future—"

"Grandpa Chieftain!" Tuoba Shan couldn't help but interject, "Senior Zhang is truly amazing! He could see through the Demon Pattern Leopard's weaknesses with just a few words, and he could also ensure that Uncle Ayan and the others used their power in the most appropriate way!"

"I saw it with my own eyes! I think Senior Zhang's skills are no less than those of the top instructors from the Five Great Generals' Mansions!"

These words caused a low commotion among the onlookers.

The instructors of the five generals' mansions are already top experts in the Qing Song Realm, so Tuoba Shan's words were indeed quite boastful.

Tuoba Yan glanced at Tuoba Shan, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

He turned back to Zhang Yuan and said, "Young brother, please don't be offended. The people of this mountain tribe are straightforward and honest."

"Although I trust Ayan and Shanzi's words, according to the rules passed down from our ancestors, any outside cultivator who wants to settle in my Baishuang clan must demonstrate his skills in front of the clan members. This is not to make things difficult, but to gain their respect."

He turned around, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, landing on a middle-aged man standing at the very front: "Tuoba Tie, come out."

The middle-aged man stepped forward in response.

He was even more robust than Tuoba Yan, with muscles in his arms like cast iron, and his bare forearms covered with crisscrossing old scars.

He walked to the center of the open space, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhang Yuan, and said in a deep voice, "Tuoba Tie. Please enlighten me." The surrounding clansmen retreated in a rush, making way for a clearing several feet in diameter.

The children were pulled behind the adults, while several elderly people leaned forward with their canes.

Tuoba Shan retreated to the edge of the open space, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists.

He wasn't worried that Zhang Yuan couldn't beat Tuoba Tie.

He was afraid that Zhang Yuan would go too far and hurt his Uncle Tie.

Zhang Yuan glanced at Tuoba Tie.

The opponent's stance was extremely stable, with his feet firmly planted in the ground like iron pillars, and his breathing was heavy but rhythmic.

He is a very skilled player who has a very solid foundation.

"please."

Zhang Yuan extended his right hand, palm up, fingers slightly bent.

Tuoba Tie didn't stand on ceremony.

He gave a low shout, stepped forward with his right foot, and the ground trembled slightly under his foot.

At the same time, his right fist shot out from his waist, aiming straight for Zhang Yuan's chest.

This punch was devoid of any fancy moves; the power flowed from the heel to the waist and hips, from the waist and hips to the shoulders and back, and from the shoulders and back to the fist.

The force of the punch pierced the air, accompanied by a muffled hum.

The force that opens up mountains.

The White Frost Clan's generation-old method of generating power allows them to shatter a millstone-sized bluestone into fragments with a single punch.

Some of the onlookers gasped softly.

Tuoba Tie used eight-tenths of his strength in that punch, clearly intending to test the waters.

Zhang Yuan did not back down.

He only took half a step to the side, his body slightly tilted.

Tuoba Tie's fist grazed past his clothes, the force of the punch pressing a shallow dent into the fabric of his chest.

At the same time, Zhang Yuan gently guided the opponent's fist in the direction of the force, placing his palm on the outside of Tuoba Tie's wrist, his five fingers slightly hooked, and pulled outward by half an inch along the force of the fist.

It's half an inch.

Tuoba Tie felt as if his punch had hit a layer of cotton.

Then, that force was diverted by an extremely flexible force.

His entire right arm slid outwards uncontrollably by half a foot, causing his center of gravity to shift slightly.

He tried to pull his fist back, but Zhang Yuan was already right there with him.

It's not a head-on collision, but going with the flow.

Zhang Yuan's left hand had somehow landed on the outside of his right shoulder, and he gently pushed with the heel of his palm.

Tuoba Tie took three steps back.

Each step left a shallow footprint on the ground, and it took three steps to barely regain his balance.

He looked down at his hands, then looked up at Zhang Yuan, his face full of disbelief.

The surrounding tribesmen remained silent.

They could see clearly that Zhang Yuan hadn't exerted any force at all.

He simply turned to the side, raised his hand, and pressed his shoulder—three movements in a smooth, flowing motion—and Tuoba Tie's powerful fist, capable of splitting rocks and severing trees, seemed to have propelled him forward.

"What superb skill in using leverage!"

Someone in the crowd shouted. (End of Chapter)