Chapter 153: Joy and Revenge

Channeling internal energy into his eyes, Happy’s vision suddenly became broader and clearer. From afar, he could see the gang insignias embroidered on the chests of the group chasing from behind…
With a quick glance, he felt relieved:
It wasn’t people from the First Rank Hall!
Earlier, when the man with the dark face in the forest shot arrows at him, he thought someone had set a trap here in advance. But now it seemed the man’s presence here was purely coincidental.
That made sense.
Along the way, there had been few people. The remote paths of Songshan were already known to few. Who could predict his whereabouts so accurately?
Even a divination system like “Jianghu” could at most guess his location and direction ten minutes earlier…
With this thought, Happy felt much more at ease.
However!
The mere thought of his name appearing on the list of wealth in “Jianghu Secrets” filled him with frustration. Those over a million taels of silver were like time bombs. If he couldn’t spend them quickly, he would be completely exposed to the minds of those skilled diviners, and this pursuit would likely continue for some time.
Realizing he had already been added to the lists of those pursued by various factions, even Happy, though brave and skilled, couldn’t help but feel a chill. The worst outcome would be to die once, lose half of his money, and escape his current troubles.
But if he died now, having offended the First Rank Hall and weakened in strength, wouldn’t that give them an opportunity for revenge?
Happy didn’t want to be doomed forever!
So…
“He can only use the method from his past life to evade the divination system!”
Just as Happy made up his mind, the loud, chaotic sound of horse hooves grew louder. A cavalry of over sixty players was charging toward him on the forest road, their momentum astonishing.
The distance was getting closer. He could even see the color of the teeth exposed in those people’s mouths…
Boom! Roar!
The cavalry was charging with unstoppable force, their noise deafening!
The lone rider and his horse seemed so weak, as if they might be torn to pieces by that crowd in an instant.
In this critical moment, Happy seemed oblivious to the impending danger and death threat. He slowly turned his horse around. Even when the group was within twenty meters, he still didn’t stop his mount. A cold smile curled his lips, a glint appeared in his eyes, and his hands moved like lightning.
“…Hiss!!”
The two horses let out painful screams, lifted their hooves as if shocked by electricity, and then collapsed backward…

This sudden upheaval disrupted the subsequent charge.
Not long after obtaining their horse tokens, over sixty people set out to chase down a single player, full of confidence. They recorded everything while continuing their charge, determined to crush their enemy with sheer momentum!
Yet they had no idea what kind of enemy they were facing.
A huge shadow appeared ahead at high speed, too fast to control immediately. Some even failed to pull on the reins, watching helplessly as their mounts collided with those in front, triggering a tragedy!
Amid the chaos, the enemy ahead suddenly vanished…
“Be careful!”
“Up there!!”
An alarm sounded, and everyone looked up.
What they saw were massive deep-blue blades descending with devastating force, instantly obscuring everyone’s vision and focus.
As the blades swept past, seven heads flew high into the air along with streams of blood!
The man in blue took advantage of the situation to drop into the crowded area. The deep-blue blades grew even more fierce and unrestrained—wherever they pointed, nothing could resist!
Meanwhile, the group here was thrown into chaos and lost their footing. By the time they realized what was happening, they hesitated due to concern for their companions, making it difficult for them to unleash their full strength. In an instant, over a dozen of them were killed with ruthless efficiency.
“Bring back the horses!”
The group finally realized something was wrong and urgently shouted warnings.
“Clatter!”
Horses were quickly brought back under control using their tokens.
But the visual change didn’t much alter the reality…
Kai Xin was fully in his element, using the most advantageous group combat techniques from “Hualang Yin.” Abandoning defense entirely, he replaced it with fierce attacks, like a razor-sharp blade charging headlong into the crowd—exactly like a warrior fused with his sword.
“Ah!”
“Scatter! Scatter… uh!!”
After bringing back their horses, the group soon faced an even crueler truth: without the restraint of their mounts, the enemy’s blades seemed to lose any final restraint, slashing wildly. The man in blue vanished completely from their sight, like a divine weapon among the crowd!
All that remained before them was a blade!
Anyone who tried to block its path was disemboweled, their bodies torn apart, blood spraying everywhere. In just one round, the blade sliced through the group, reducing over sixty people to less than thirty. Then, the man summoned his jujube-red horse, mounted it without hesitation, and rode away.

A rider in red, clad in blue, dashed away at lightning speed, his movements as fluid as drifting clouds, graceful and effortless. The over twenty people present, though armed with deadly weapons, not one dared summon a horse to chase after him. Looking at the bloodstains spread everywhere on the ground… and the various mutilated corpses, they felt nothing but fear, shock, and utter dread!

Happy!
This name was destined to be etched in their hearts forever. Whether it was his seamless killing style as he moved through their ranks, blending himself with his weapon, or his resolute departure after vanquishing them—everything about him was unforgettable! This figure left them not with hatred… but with the carefree spirit of a true martial artist who laughs and walks away after settling scores—a true spirit of the martial world!

Everything that happened today left an indelible mark on these people’s minds and was bound to bring subtle changes deep within them. This change was also evident in another observer.

Can’t Afford to Play!
It was the man with a dark face, dressed like a ragged beggar and actually a top-ranked expert from the Dragon Ranking, who had almost been mistaken by Happy for being one of the pursuers. While the others were looting their fallen companions, the man with a dark face, who hadn’t gone far, peeked out from behind a tree in the forest. With an exaggerated expression of shock on his face, he stared at Happy’s retreating figure, swallowing hard, seemingly still reflecting on what he had just witnessed on the road.

“Amazing!”
After a long while, Can’t Afford to Play suddenly remembered Happy’s mysterious words earlier. His eyes lit up, and he quickly pulled out the “Martial World Secrets” that Happy had given him. He flipped through the pages frantically. Finally! On the list of famous warriors he hadn’t paid attention to before, he found Happy’s name… As he read, his gaze gradually grew vacant, for a line of text was slowly appearing there:
“At the foot of Songshan Mountain, sixty riders—thirty-eight killed, only a few escaped unharmed!”