After leaving the Daimyo's mansion, Ye Liang headed straight for the Uchiha clan.
With the Martial Valor Festival just a few days away, it was time to prepare thoroughly. Opportunities were always reserved for those who prepared. Carelessness would only lead to disaster.
"What do you know? The girls here in Snow Country are all lovely and charming," Ye Liang said as he walked, having spotted quite a few on his way back.
The smooth, creamy thighs and slender waists carried a definite summer charm.
Ye Liang teased playfully, even throwing a few flirtatious winks toward the local beauties.
"Who's that guy ahead sneaking looks like a creep!"
Just as he was admiring the view, a group of heavily armored foreign warriors approached from across the street.
They were clearly not from the Land of Snow—Ye Liang could tell just from their clothing.
Samurai from the Land of Snow typically wore plain robes and carried themselves with relaxed grace, but these men blocking the road wore full armor and looked extremely fierce.
Definitely not nice guys.
"Tsk! Why won't you speak!"
A young foot soldier placed the long blade of his wakizashi against Ye Liang's neck.
What an idiot!
Coming up and putting a blade to someone's throat upon meeting?
Ye Liang was speechless.
With such spoiled and savage behavior, this squad of samurai was certainly not easy to deal with.
"Brother, what exactly do you want?"
"Who's your brother! Looking at innocent women's... big thighs like that deserves to have your eyes gouged out!" the young soldier stammered threateningly.
When he got to the part about "big thighs," he actually blushed, looking like a naive fledgling who had never experienced anything!
Where did this clown come from?
Ye Liang roughly guessed this foot soldier's background.
A newly recruited guard, probably.
The Land of Iron was pretty conservative culturally—exposing so much thigh like that would be considered indecent there, so naturally this rookie had never seen anything like it before.
"Y-you... you dare ask why you looked at their thighs!"
Although he stopped Ye Liang, since this was foreign territory and unfamiliar ground, it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble.
But still—he just couldn't stand Ye Liang's behavior.
How could he... how could he casually stare at girls' bare thighs!
"Because they're white!"
Ye Liang proudly held his chest high.
"What did you say?"
"Because they're white! Not only are they white, they're soft too—and smooth when touched! Want to feel one? If you do, I can go introduce you to the girl?"
"This is absolutely unacceptable!"
The foot soldier became furious.
He slashed his wakizashi at Ye Liang's neck.
The blade came down fast—within a hair's breadth of his throat.
Clang!
One hand!
Stopped the wakizashi dead.
"This can't be!"
The soldier was shocked!
The Land of Iron was renowned for generations of swordcraft mastery—the blades weren't only top-tier in technique, but forged from the finest materials money could buy. Yet a weapon crafted to such standards had been snapped barehanded by Ye Liang. This was simply unbelievable.
Not even the strongest samurai back then, Mr. Mifune, could have possibly pulled off something like this.
"Exactly who are you?"
"Hehe."
Ye Liang no longer felt like dealing with this rookie.
"Don't think you can just walk away! You have to compensate me for my sword!"
*Boom!*
A wave of killing intent erupted outward.
The nearby travelers shivered instantly, as if their entire bodies had been plunged into a freezer. The rookie even wet himself from fear.
"Noisy."
Ye Liang murmured indifferently.
These soldiers had already ruined his mood for the day.
"Sir, please wait!"
At that moment, an old man's voice suddenly called out from afar. A figure approached, wielding two weapons.
Mifune!
Ye Liang slightly furrowed his brows—he naturally recognized him.
He was known in the Land of Snow as the Sword God.
Ye Liang had noticed this group earlier—judging from their dust-covered clothes and tired looks, they must've just arrived in the capital today.
However, if these people left him alone, he'd do the same. After all, Mifune was most likely recruited by one of the princes, while Ye Liang belonged to Kasuka Kazahana's faction—they were certainly rivals.
"Do you also have something to say?" Ye Liang asked casually.
In his eyes,
Mifune simply wanted to make friends because Ye Liang had shown off his strength. It was understandable for an old fox like him to have such thoughts.
But Ye Liang didn't want to bother with him.
Earlier, it was his subordinate who started the trouble without cause. Since Mifune chose not to intervene, don't expect Ye Liang to respond politely.
If it weren't Ye Liang standing here, but some ordinary thug instead, he would've already died at their hands.
"Sir, I am Mifune. May we get acquainted?"
"Hmph."
Ye Liang grunted and turned away without another word.
Walked away?
Mifune froze.
He was, at the very least, the Sword God. Although this person exuded extraordinary aura, unlike an average individual, Mifune had still extended such courtesy—yet this man actually ignored him.
Ignored him?
The surrounding team members were stunned too.
Their leader had just been snubbed?
The Land of Snow valued martial prowess highly. Previously, when their leader spoke just a couple words to someone, that person might go home and burn incense in gratitude. But now, they were being openly rejected!
Mifune's face darkened.
As the saying goes: *One shouldn't humiliate a man openly like that.*
Although Ye Liang hadn't literally slapped Mifune in the face, ignoring him directly like this was even more humiliating than a slap!
"Stop right there! Who said you could leave!"
"What now?"
"You still haven't compensated me for my sword!"
Mifune began acting irrationally.
Though he knew his side was at fault before, after suffering such a public humiliation, he needed to reclaim his dignity!
He decided to show his strength first to intimidate this arrogant youth.
Just as he was about to release his killing intent, Ye Liang suddenly looked up.
With blood-red eyes.
And cold, murderous intent.
Mifune's pupils abruptly constricted—as if he had seen a flesh-eating demon. His eyeballs nearly popped out. His teeth chattered—instantly!
He lost bladder control.
"Leader?"
Seeing their boss trembling slightly, the subordinates behind cautiously asked.
"Don't come over! Take me to the nearest restroom!"
"No questions! Got a stomach ache!"
...
Ye Liang chuckled.
Although Mifune was considered a strong samurai, his actual strength was rather mediocre.
Taijutsu level 4.
This was the number Ye Liang saw through his Kanka.
With such lousy power, Ye Liang didn't even need to enter Sage Mode to flatten him.
In the canon story, Orochimaru once made Sasuke, a Genin, vomit just with a glare. So naturally, Ye Liang could make a divine samurai wet his pants with just a stare!
A few days later.
"C'mon in! Rich folks, show some support! Everyone else, come take a peek!"
"Time-honored family act — breaking boulders on the chest!"
"Swim and get fit? Step right up! Swim and…"
On the streets, there were lively performances and entertainments everywhere.
Alongside traditional craftsmen, food vendors of every kind lined the streets.
What a bustling scene!
At last, the Martial Valor Festival had begun.
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