The Heavens begin by inheriting their grandfather's cheat ability

Chapter 41 Treasure Fishing for Thieves: Never Go Home Empty-Handed

"Oh, right, the sect leader also asked me to give you this!"

After handing the scabbard to Shi Zhongyu, Du Wanchuan immediately took out a piece of sheepskin cloth from his pocket.

Shi Zhongyu took it and unfolded the sheepskin cloth.

The painting depicts mountains, rivers, snow-capped peaks, and passes.

The route stretches from Lingxiao City to the thirty-six kingdoms of the Western Regions, the route is clear, and the handwriting is vigorous.

Many cities, strongholds, and religious sects on the map are marked with a sharp red cross, the handwriting conveying a sense of violence.

Du Wanchuan, standing to the side, exclaimed in surprise, "This seems to be a map personally drawn by the sect leader, but the route..."

Shi Zhongyu glanced at Du Wanchuan.

"What happened to the route?"

Du Wanchuan took a deep breath.

"This map is full of bandit dens and unorthodox sects. They are all notorious criminals from the Western Regions who commit rape, plunder, and all sorts of evil deeds."

"Many forces have been entrenched for years, and the sect leader has always said he wants to eliminate them, but he just hasn't had the time to go down the mountain!"

As he spoke, he looked up at Shi Zhongyu.

"The parts marked with an 'X' here are all areas that need to be deleted."

"If you ride a fine horse, carry a precious sword, and bring gold and silver treasures along this route... then you're not even using the name of our Snow Mountain Sect."

"These people might not let you pass!"

Du Wanchuan asked cautiously, "Did the sect leader have something special to tell you?"

Shi Zhongyu smiled and put the sheepskin scroll away.

"No specific instructions were given, just that I need to practice swordsmanship!"

After answering Du Wanchuan's question, Shi Zhongyu asked again, "Besides these, did Grandmaster have any other instructions?"

Du Wanchuan shook his head.

"It's gone!"

Shi Zhongyu nodded and mounted his horse.

"Uncle-Master Du, goodbye!"

"drive!"

Shi Zhongyu galloped away on his horse, leaving the foot of the Snow Mountain Sect.

"See you later!"

Du Wanchuan didn't even raise his hand; all he could see was Shi Zhongyu's back.

As he watched Shi Zhongyu's departing figure, the first faction on the map came to mind: the Black Wind Ridge Twin-Headed Dragon Bandit Stronghold.

On the road to the Western Regions, Shi Zhongyu galloped on his horse, heading towards Shatuo Town according to the map.

Midway to the Black Wind Ridge bandit stronghold, there is a small town called Shatuo Town, which is a must-pass place for caravans traveling to and from the Western Regions. You can find a lot of information here.

Shi Zhongyu rode through the snow-covered landscape and traversed the swirling sandstorms, speeding westward until he was covered in a thick layer of dust before finally arriving at Shatuo Town.

When Shi Zhongyu arrived at the town, he dismounted and led his horse into the town.

The houses that come into view are mostly made of adobe bricks and are arranged in a staggered pattern.

The roof was covered with a thick layer of thatch, and some of the walls were painted with colorful murals.

As Shi Zhongyu walked down the street, he could smell the aroma of roasted naan bread and the rich flavor of milk wine mixed in the air.

After wandering around for a while, he found a tavern on the street to rest.

When Shi Zhongyu tethered his horse, he could sense many eyes scrutinizing him.

He pretended not to see and sat down at a table outside the tavern.

Then, he took off his straw hat, revealing his handsome young face.

Some people were surprised to see a young boy under the straw hat.

Shi Zhongyu acted as if he hadn't seen her. He ordered a pot of warm grape wine and ate it silently with the naan he had bought earlier from the roadside.

Some people looked around for a moment, then looked away and started discussing things with the people around them.

Some eyes were also fixed on Shi Zhongyu.

The tavern was crowded with merchants and porters, most of whom were either passing through Black Wind Ridge or had just come from the vicinity of Black Wind Ridge. They were all whispering about the Black Wind Ridge bandit stronghold.

Shi Zhongyu listened quietly, and after a while, he gained a slight impression of the bandit stronghold at Black Wind Ridge.

Black Wind Ridge has two leaders: the chief leader Zhou Long and the second leader Zhou Hu, who are twin brothers.

The bandits they led would ambush and kill passing caravans, leaving almost no survivors.

All the men, regardless of age, were killed and their bodies thrown down the mountain.

The women were abducted and taken to the bandit stronghold, where they were abused by the bandits.

They also frequently raided nearby villages...

After finishing his naan and wine, Shi Zhongyu paid the bill, got up, and led his horse away.

After leaving the town, Shi Zhongyu mounted his horse.

drive!

Shi Zhongyu did not ride his horse at high speed, but instead swayed leisurely towards Black Wind Ridge.

He hadn't gone far when he heard the clattering of hooves behind him.

Shi Zhongyu reined in his horse, turned around, and saw two men dressed in black riding two gray warhorses, holding steel knives, their faces fierce.

The two men galloped over and quickly surrounded him, reining in their horses. Their eyes greedily swept over Shi Zhongyu's clothes, the sword at his waist, and the pure white Thousand Mile Snow horse, their desires undisguised.

"Boy, if you know what's good for you, hand over your money, your sword, and this prized horse, and maybe I'll spare your life!"

Shi Zhongyu sat upright on his horse, his expression unchanged. His fingertips gently pressed on the hilt of the Hanxiao Sword. His clothes fluttered in the wind, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Without uttering a single word, he moved like a white lightning bolt, his wrist flicking, and the Cold Cloud Sword at his waist was drawn from its sheath.

The two robbers felt a momentary dizziness; the boy in front of them had clearly moved just now, so why was he still sitting upright on his horse?

The next moment, the two touched their necks in disbelief.

The two men touched the warm current, and when he saw the blood on his hands, he opened his mouth silently as if to say something, but his body fell off the horse with a thud, and the steel knife in his hand slipped from his grasp.

Shi Zhongyu ignored the two fallen men, glanced around behind him, and then picked up the reins again.

"drive!"

No sooner had Shi Zhongyu left than a caravan of镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) caught up with him.

When they saw the two dead men, their eyes widened in horror.

They saw that the two men had identical sword marks on their necks.

"That kid, what ruthless methods! One strike and he's dead!"

"Is he more ruthless than the two-headed evil dragon of Black Wind Ridge? He flaunts his treasures so ostentatiously; the people of Black Wind Ridge will definitely not let him go!"

The middle-aged man leading the escort glanced at the corpse on the ground and waved to the group.

"Let's go, follow them!"

"We'll have to cross Black Wind Ridge sooner or later; if we encounter that young man, we should help him if we can!"

Shi Zhongyu only knew that there were people following behind him, but he did not know that he was following a caravan.

He rode his horse slowly, the treasures hanging on his body jingling.

Petty thieves would occasionally come up here.

Shi Zhongyu never held back when he drew his sword; if a petty thief dared to reach out, he would slice him in half with a single stroke.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

Shi Zhongyu's aura became even more menacing.

Every day, some clueless people bump into us.

He knew that the treasure his grandmaster had placed on him was too tempting.

In the past few days, he has also experienced firsthand the dangers of the martial arts world.

They poison his water and food, pretend to be pitiful to beg for money, and then turn on him and try to kill him.

In just seven days, Shi Zhongyu felt he had encountered far too many things.

Treasure is so tempting!

Shi Zhongyu sighed silently to himself and turned his gaze to Black Wind Ridge ahead.

He remembered that on the map his master had given him, there was a big cross marked on Black Wind Ridge.

The meaning is clear: he is to be ordered to destroy the mountain stronghold on Black Wind Ridge.

"Looks like we'll have to find a bandit from Black Wind Ridge to be our guide!"

Shi Zhongyu squinted, his gaze fixed on the road leading into Black Wind Ridge, before pulling his horse into the ridge.