TNIBFT -Chapter 106 Only Muscles, No Brains

Ji Zhengping flew into a rage and let out a furious roar.

The surrounding crowd didn’t dare lift their heads, frozen in place, afraid that drawing the general’s attention would bring bloody disaster upon themselves.

The group of guards accompanying him all looked alert. One by one, they drew the weapons at their waists and formed a protective circle around Ji Zhengping, ready to fight at any moment.

Ye Tian spread his arms, shielding the two children.

The atmosphere was tense.

At that moment, the street seemed frozen in time. The crowd stood stiffly in place, everyone fearing for their own safety. No one knew where the danger was coming from—nor who would be the next to be attacked.

What was going on?

Was someone really launching sneak attacks in Sifang City?

Looking at the enraged Ji Zhengping, Ye Tian lowered his gaze and saw that Ji Zhengping’s hand was covered in blood. It dripped through his fingers, drop by drop, onto the ground.

That’s a serious injury.

“The big bad guy got beaten up?” Ye Tian’s thoughts were interrupted by his daughter’s voice.

Ye Shuangxue spoke softly, her tone light and tinged with schadenfreude. In the current deathly silence, her childish voice carried clearly into everyone’s ears. The little troublemaker wasn’t afraid of stirring things up. Tugging at Ye Tian, she continued, “He must’ve done too many bad things—everyone wants to get rid of him.”

Sensing the murderous glare behind him, Ye Tian quickly covered his daughter’s mouth and looked at Ji Zhengping with an awkward grin.

“Hehe… kids say the darndest things… kids say the darndest things.”

Ji Zhengping’s face turned vicious, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Ye Tian and his daughter. His sword was already halfway drawn as he prepared to act—

“Whoosh!” Another sharp, piercing sound cut through the air.

Ji Zhengping’s expression changed drastically. He immediately drew his sword to block.

Clang!

With a loud crash, Ji Zhengping was sent flying several meters back. He dropped to his knees, bracing himself with his sword, gasping for breath.

Ye Tian’s jaw dropped in shock.

Holy crap!

That’s insane!

Whoever was behind this—without even showing themselves—could force Ji Zhengping to his knees?

At this moment, Ji Zhengping knelt on both knees, his face pale, his entire body trembling. The immense force had left his hands shaking uncontrollably.

Who was it?

Fear rose in Ji Zhengping’s heart. With such overwhelming strength, if that person truly made a move, he would surely die.

“What happened to General Ji?”

“The general must’ve brought disaster upon himself—he must’ve angered spirits or gods. This… this is unbelievable!”

“He’s killed too many people. Someone must’ve come for revenge…”

“That Ye Tian is a good man. The general acting like this must’ve angered some divine being…”

The civilians huddled in the corners whispered among themselves.

In their eyes, someone like Ji Zhengping was the sky of Sifang City—an untouchable figure. And yet now, such a man had been forced to kneel in the middle of the street?

His strength was considered the peak of the city.

When something couldn’t be explained, people could only attribute it to ghosts or spirits.

“General Ji!”

“General!”

The guards abandoned Ye Tian and the two children, bending low as they raised their weapons, surrounding Ji Zhengping protectively. It wasn’t out of loyalty—the military law here dictated that if their commander died, they would all be buried with him.

“Well… it seems someone doesn’t really want us to be taken away,” Ye Tian said, completely unfazed. Looking at Ji Zhengping, he continued, “How about you just let us go, and we call it even?”

“Let bygones be bygones?”

Seeing Ye Tian acting like a fox borrowing a tiger’s might, Ji Zhengping gritted his teeth in fury. Supported by two guards, he barely managed to stand upright and waved his hand.

“Take them away!”

“Guard them strictly!”

He refused to believe that in the heavily fortified Four Directions City, there could really be any demons or monsters causing trouble.

Letting Ye Tian go in public like this? He couldn’t afford to lose that kind of face.

“I told you, you wouldn’t believe me!”

“Let go of me—I’ll walk on my own!” Ye Tian was dragged forward unwillingly as several guards pulled on the iron chains.

He had to find a way to escape. Falling into Ji Zhengping’s hands would definitely not end well.

As Ye Tian struggled, a few strange sounds suddenly rang out by his ears.

When he looked up again, the guards around him had all collapsed onto the ground. Some clutched their arms, others their legs, writhing and crying in pain.

“Ow!”

“Ow! It hurts—this is killing me!”

Ye Shuangxue widened her watery eyes in shock, staring blankly at Ye Tian. Ye Yunting instinctively frowned his little brows. Ye Tian himself was also stunned—he hadn’t even reacted yet, and the guards around him had already fallen.

“YE TIAN!!” Ji Zhengping roared in rage, his face smeared with blood as he drew his sword and charged at Ye Tian. “Playing tricks? I’ll chop you down right now!”

“Damn it, it really wasn’t me!”

Ye Tian shouted angrily in defense.

If he really had that kind of strength, why would he have surrendered so easily?

Was Ji Zhengping all muscle and no brain?

“Hahahahaha…”

Just as Ye Tian was about to be cut down, a maniacal burst of laughter echoed from afar, drawing closer like a demonic sound that made one’s scalp tingle.

“You use a sword too?”

An aged voice spoke rapidly, tinged with a playful, irreverent tone.

Ji Zhengping narrowed his eyes. His countless battlefield experiences told him one thing—this was dangerous. Instinctively, he decided to strike first and slashed out with his sword.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, the sword Ji Zhengping swung was caught between two fingers by Sun Wuji.

No matter how much strength he used, the blade didn’t move an inch.

Ji Zhengping’s heart skipped a beat. Only then did he clearly see the person before him—a white-haired old man. Despite his snow-white hair and long brows, his face was rosy, smooth, and youthful, with red lips and white teeth, creating a bizarre contrast.

In the middle of a snowstorm, the old man wore only a thin garment, his pant legs rolled up, and a pair of tattered straw sandals on his feet.

At this moment, he was smiling faintly at him, impossible to tell whether he was friend or foe.

Though his allegiance was unclear, Ji Zhengping was certain of one thing—he was no match for this man.

“Who are you?” Ji Zhengping asked cautiously, not daring to act rashly. Seeing that the old man didn’t reply, he continued, “I am Ji Zhengping, Ironclad General under City Lord Xiao of Four Directions City. I am currently capturing a murderer. I ask that you step aside—another day, I will personally come to thank you.”

“A murderer?”

Sun Wuji frowned, looking confused as he turned toward Ye Tian and Ye Shuangxue.

The moment he saw his precious disciple bound, Sun Wuji’s expression changed instantly. He blew his beard and glared, pouting as he snapped, “How dare you! You even tied up my disciple?!”

With that, he hurried over to Ye Shuangxue, his face full of concern. “Your master wasn’t here—did you suffer?”

“These fools actually dared to bully you. Let me undo this, undo it.”

Ji Zhengping was just about to speak when he saw the thick iron chain—thicker than an arm—grasped in Sun Wuji’s hand and casually snapped in two.

Clang!

It broke as if it were made of clay.

Ji Zhengping froze in shock.

Who exactly was this madman?

The reprimand he wanted to shout died in his throat—after all, his head was definitely not tougher than that iron chain.

Sun Wuji paid no attention to anyone else. After freeing Ye Shuangxue, he moved on to Ye Yunting, and finally to Ye Tian. Looking at Ye Tian’s face, he rolled his eyes and said: “If this old man hadn’t saved you, you’d have died eight times today.”