Carefree Is the Most Pleasant, Decisiveness Is the Most Satisfying

Outside the Heroes' Summit venue, in a secluded corner of the Beggars' Guild estate.

Everyone has basic needs—eating, drinking, and, well, you know. The Beggars' Guild is no exception. Sure, their members might seem indifferent to public hygiene, but if they ever tried to relieve themselves wherever they pleased, the Xiangyang city guards would be on them in a flash. With over a hundred thousand members nationwide, the Beggars' Guild keeps a tight ship, especially here in Xiangyang, their stronghold.

With so many people, all their business ends up in the same legendary latrine—a pit that handles the cycle of life for thousands. Not long ago, an old monk was sent flying, cartoon-style, right into the pit.

That old monk must have mastered Iron Head Kung Fu, otherwise he couldn't have made such a splash—literally and figuratively. Years of hardened, stinky waste couldn't stop him; he dove so deep no one could pull him out. Just goes to show, a true master goes deeper—no matter the situation.

Thanks to Venerable Faceless's crash landing, nobody from the Beggars' Guild wanted to get close. Everyone scattered with excuses—"I'll go get a rope!" "I'll fetch some water!" "I'm just... gonna go throw up!" Only the monks, showing true Zen spirit, pinched their noses and dove in to save him.

Suddenly, a purple flash streaked across the sky—Old Eagle was here. Venerable Faceless's bizarre latrine dive had to be more than it seemed. Otherwise, how would he know Jade Hawk Johnson by name? With those big, bold letters at Shaolin's gate, someone was clearly stirring trouble. So, after drawing attention up front, Old Eagle rushed backstage to catch the real culprit.

"Damn, it reeks from all the way over here. The methane alone could knock out a fly," Jill Young grumbled, holding her nose and tearing up. "Should've brought Uncle Bao and Erle—I am NOT fishing monks out of a latrine. Or maybe..." She shot Simone a sly look. Simone's eyes went wide, shaking her head in terror. Just imagining the rescue made her hair stand on end.

"Sigh, brought this on myself..." Old Eagle looked skyward and groaned. One hot-headed moment, and now he's stuck kidnapping monks from a latrine. Maybe this wild streak isn't such a good thing. "Fine, I'll grab the cleanest one."

But as Old Eagle darted past rooftops, moving like a streak of light, his brow furrowed. The monks rescuing their comrade should've been holding their breath, sure, but this close, there should've been some noise. The total silence was downright creepy.

With a flash, Old Eagle landed on the rooftop near the latrine. Looking down, he saw bodies everywhere—monks who'd come to help, Beggars' Guild disciples, all dead, blood spattered far and wide. If not for the overpowering stench, the smell of blood would've brought everyone running. And there was Venerable Faceless, headfirst in the pit, legs limp like a dead sapling—clearly done for.

Old Eagle's face grew serious.

Someone got here first and killed them, clearly afraid Jade Hawk Johnson would sniff out the truth. No doubt, there's more going on behind the scenes. But who did it? Whoever it was had eyes on the whole Heroes' Summit, or they couldn't have acted so fast. Jill Young focused, running through everyone she'd seen at the Summit, but found no suspects.

If we're talking obvious suspects, Howard Cao and his crew, plus a bunch of scholars, stand out. But... there's just too many people to be sure. Judging by the fresh crime scene, the killer might still be nearby.

Old Eagle kicked off the ground, Lady Simone lending her strength, and the two soared nearly a hundred meters into the air. In the whipping night wind, Old Eagle's eyes flashed, scanning every corner of Xiangyang.

The streets of Xiangyang were empty; city guards patrolled constantly, defenses tight. The fugitives from the Heroes' Summit scattered in all directions, sneaking through alleys. Martial artists followed, shouting and chasing, making Old Eagle's pursuit tricky.

But Old Eagle's eyes soon flashed, locking onto something.

There was a person who seemed perfectly normal, but Jill Young couldn't help staring—something just felt off about him.

With a whoosh, the two swept down like drifting swans, gliding through the night. Nobody ever looks up, and nobody expects someone to leap that high. The demon queen and her partner glided silently, landing on a rooftop before chasing into a dark alley.

Someone was walking in the alley, no blood or murderous aura, but Jill Young instantly pegged him as the top suspect—her gut said so, plus he smelled faintly of latrine. Even passing by the legendary pit leaves a trace, and that stench covers more ground than any martial artist's sword or palm.

So, someone with a whiff of the latrine, not a Beggars' Guild member, sneaking around this dark alley—definitely suspicious. Focusing in, Jill Young saw a broad, solid back and a pair of powerful hands, with arms muscled like coiled dragons.

Hands like those—definitely a killer's hands.

Whatever the situation, bam! First, take a slap from your old pal Jill!

Whoosh! In midair, Old Eagle and Simone glided close like water-winged dancers, purple light flashing as Old Eagle slapped at the man's back.

Boom! Purple light scattered, the sound of fists and palms colliding echoed far. Dust billowed at the alley's end, walls shook loose debris. Through the haze, Old Eagle and Simone stepped out onto the main street.

Tch, he dodged it." Jill Young glanced at her palm—she'd only tested him, using Simone's energy and a bit of her own. If she hit the wrong guy, easy to fix. But the suspect spun and struck back, his punch fierce and deadly, matching the wounds seen earlier.

In the flickering light and darkness, Jill Young couldn't see his face, just a pair of domineering eyes. This guy had at least ninety years of martial arts—stronger than Shaolin's Three Masters, raising suspicions even higher. There aren't many experts like him; if he had nothing to hide, why sneak around?

Think you can run? Not this time! Jill Young went all out, scanning every possible escape route. In an ancient city with flat streets and no skyscrapers or underground tunnels, there aren't many ways out. Next time I catch you, I won't hold back!

Huh? Jill Young suddenly raised an eyebrow—her senses had caught someone else.

Turning, Jill Young saw at the end of the moonlit street, a white-haired man approaching—George Kwok. He didn't try to hide, his gaze steady, steps sure, moving quickly from far away to just ten meters off.

Seeing George Kwok's stance, Jill Young instantly understood his intent, her eyes lighting up: "North Knight George Kwok, you want to spar too?"

Mr. George speaks wisely, never rashly. But Mr. Jade's actions are wild. If you have hidden motives, tell me now—I won't jump to conclusions. But if not, I can't let you go." George Kwok spoke slowly and clearly, flexing his fingers before forming a fist, his energy surging: 'Mr. Jade, let's settle this, shall we?'

Hahahaha!' Jill Young burst out laughing, raising her hand: 'Come on, come on! Martial artists don't need words—if you want to talk, use your Dragon Subduing Palms!'

Good!' With energy surging, George Kwok's clothes puffed out, his wild hair flying, stomping the ground and launching a palm strike: 'Then let me see your skills, Mr. Jade!'

Dragon Subduing Palms—fighting dragons in the wild, unleashed with a roar.

Nice move!' Facing such a legendary technique and overwhelming power, Jill Young was instantly absorbed—this was the most intense moment of her life, everything else forgotten.

Now, all I wanted was to go all out against this legendary technique.

Holding back would be an insult—to myself and to my opponent!

Letting go of Simone, Jill Young stomped down, shattering tiles. Her supreme skill surged like an enraged dragon, rushing through her veins. She met George Kwok's attack head-on, unleashing 'Fighting Dragons in the Wild.'

Similar yet different, unconstrained by form—every punch I throw is my own. Two versions of 'Fighting Dragons in the Wild' collided on the street, thunderous and wild, shaking Xiangyang like a bolt of lightning.