He went to the clothing shop to pick up three Taoist robes, bought some vegetables and food, as well as some miscellaneous items.

During this period, with the teacher away and the eldest senior brother not very good at cooking, Evelyn Spencer took over the kitchen. After all, he was a transmigrator, and back on Earth, he often cooked for himself. He was especially skilled in Lao Fangu cuisine, Xiangcun Shishu dishes, Sui family cuisine, Wang family cuisine, Tang family cuisine, and other exquisite culinary arts. His three meals a day were highly praised by the eldest senior brother.

As the saying goes: Even the most skillful cook cannot prepare a feast without ingredients.

There was little in storage at Taiyi Temple, and no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn’t come up with anything fancy. It was a good opportunity to buy some things and improve their living conditions.

Evelyn Spencer bought a lot, even hired a large cart to transport everything back to the temple. As he was inspecting the goods, he suddenly heard the chaotic sound of hooves. More than a dozen men, clearly gang members, charged into the town on horseback. These men were fierce and ruthless, covered in dust, each exuding a murderous aura.

An old vegetable vendor carrying a load happened to be passing by and couldn’t dodge in time, ending up in the middle of the road. A cold flash appeared, and the leading brute had already cut the old man in two with a single slash, riding over him and instantly raising a shower of blood.

This brute killed the old man blocking the way with one stroke, didn’t stop his horse, and charged into the center of town, shouting, “Who has seen a little girl in red?”

“If you don’t speak, you’ll all die.”

Evelyn Spencer was far from the old man and had no chance to save him. Hearing the murderer’s brazen shouts, threatening the townsfolk, a surge of hot blood rushed to his head and he shouted, “You murderers, come and pay with your lives!”

He had transmigrated here and learned martial arts. Now, seeing people committing murder and threatening to kill all the townsfolk, how could he hold back?

Although he had come down the mountain to fetch Taoist robes and hadn’t brought the Demon-Slaying Sword, he was by no means afraid of these murderous bandits. He charged barehanded at the leading brute.

The brute who had just killed sneered, spurred his horse forward, and swept his blade in an arc like a waterfall from the heavens. His swordsmanship was actually quite skillful.

Under normal circumstances, Evelyn Spencer, lacking combat experience, might have panicked. But now, with his blood boiling, he was even more alert. Facing the incoming slash, he shifted his body and executed the Double Crane Move!

This was a brilliant move from the seventy-two forms of the Demon-Slaying Sword, designed specifically for disarming opponents barehanded. His hands fluttered like twin crane wings, with the real killing move hidden within. Unless one was a true martial arts grandmaster, it was almost impossible to see through it at first encounter.

This brute clearly lacked the insight of a grandmaster. He just snorted coldly and slashed down as usual, thinking that no matter what tricks this shop-assistant-looking kid had, he would still be cut in two. Unexpectedly, his blade struck nothing but air.

Just as he was feeling a bit surprised, his wrist went numb, and the tempered long blade in his hand was snatched away.

Such a skillful technique—he had never even heard of it in his life.

Evelyn Spencer, furious at his killing and disregard for life, seized the long blade and, wielding it as a sword, used the Crossing Clouds Move to chop off the brute’s massive head.

The Hu family could produce grandmasters, and their Demon-Slaying Sword technique was truly extraordinary—one of the finest sword arts of the era. Although Evelyn Spencer was just a beginner, he was not someone ordinary martial artists could withstand.

Having killed for the first time, Evelyn Spencer felt a rush of satisfaction, but also a slight discomfort.

After all, he was born in the safest country on Earth. Killing someone in the street—he had never even seen such a thing, let alone done it himself. He wouldn’t have dared imagine it. If he hadn’t witnessed the murder and been seized by a sudden impulse to act heroically, even a moment’s hesitation might have made his courage falter.

With his hot blood slightly cooled, Evelyn Spencer felt a bit proud of his smooth, flowing moves just now. When practicing swordsmanship at Taiyi Temple, he rarely managed to perform the Demon-Slaying Sword’s subtle variations so freely.

Just then, he saw a woman in a red dress appear on the rooftop opposite. Her red skirt fluttered in the breeze, and, as if by magic, a bow and arrow appeared in her hands. She drew the bow like a full moon and released an arrow, which in an instant was flying straight at his face.

He could clearly see the astonishment on the woman’s face in red...

He could even read a line in her eyes: “Damn, I shot the wrong person.”

Damn it, this is bad.

Chapter 13: Lecher! How dare you peep at my senior brothers bathing

At this life-and-death moment, Evelyn Spencer was pushed to his limits. A surge of true energy suddenly arose, opening up a meridian in his arm. Almost instinctively, he slashed out with the Demon-Slaying Sword’s Sweeping Sword Move. The tempered steel blade passed so close to his cheek, precisely striking the arrow and knocking it to the ground.

When he first met Frank Henry, the most talented member of the Hu family’s generation, he had used this very move to deflect Edward Miller’s triple-blade combo. It was one of the most exquisite defensive techniques in the Hu family’s Demon-Slaying Sword style.

Evelyn Spencer broke out in a cold sweat. That last move was truly a performance beyond his usual level, bringing out the full potential of the Demon-Slaying Sword he had practiced so hard for months. Next time, he might not react so well. He couldn’t help but curse, “Are you fucking crazy? Why the hell did you shoot an arrow at me for no reason?”