Chapter Four: Where Lies the Path

“Sixth Uncle, didn’t scare you, did it?”

“Alas, not dead yet,” He Zhonghou poked his head out from the carriage. During the fight just now, his heart had nearly leapt into his throat, and his hands and feet were icy cold from fright.

“Lu Yong, where’s Zhenhua? Is he all right?”

“No, Sixth Uncle. If it weren’t for Brother Gu, we’d be in real danger. Both bandit chiefs fell by his hand; now he’s chasing the last one.”

“Nonsense!” He Zhonghou’s eyes widened sharply. “These bandits are cunning and treacherous. Zhenhua chased after them alone—what if something happened?”

“Sixth Uncle, I’ve already sent Xue Biao and some men to follow him.”

“That won’t do. You come with me too.”

The old man’s tone brooked no refusal. Lu Yong hurriedly led two others in pursuit. Not far from where they had just started running, a cloud of yellow dust rose in the distance. Several warhorses thundered toward them, with Gu Zhenhua riding at the forefront.

He had been chasing the chief bandit, the distance between them growing ever smaller. The chief knew that unless Gu Zhenhua was taken down, escape was impossible. Silently readying his bow, he suddenly turned and unleashed three sharp arrows almost simultaneously, forming a triangular pattern aimed directly at Gu Zhenhua.

Many had died from the chief bandit’s deadly shots, but he underestimated Gu Zhenhua. Just as the arrows were about to strike his shoulder, Gu Zhenhua felt it keenly. With a swift kick, he slipped his foot out of the stirrup and executed a graceful move hidden within it, causing all three arrows to miss their mark.

“An unreturned attack is rude! Take this arrow!” Gu Zhenhua quickly notched and fired as he settled back into the saddle. Previously, he had only practiced competitive archery, never real combat. Yet once he gripped the bow, it was as if instinct took over. The bowstring twanged, and an arrow shot forth with a sharp whistle. The warhorse sixty paces away suddenly let out a pained cry and collapsed to the ground.

The massive horse landed squarely atop the bandit chief, pinning him down. Xue Biao and his men caught up just then. Seeing the chief shot and felled, they laughed heartily. “Brother Gu, impressive skills!”

With all three bandit chiefs defeated, the lesser thugs had long since scattered. The group calmly approached the downed leader, who was still alive but trapped beneath the horse, his leg broken and useless.

“Brother Gu, shoot the horse first, capture the leader second. That arrow was a masterpiece!” Xue Biao’s eyes gleamed as he looked at the horse’s rump.

Only a quarter of the arrow shaft protruded; the rest was buried deep in flesh. The force behind that shot was astonishing. Xue Biao gazed at Gu Zhenhua as if he had witnessed a marvel.

“Cough… Brother Xue, actually, I aimed for the man, didn’t expect to hit the horse,” Gu Zhenhua said, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

Xue Biao laughed heartily. “Luck is also a skill. With a beast like that, who could be blamed if luck wasn’t on your side!”

With that, Xue Biao stepped forward and drove his spear viciously into the chief’s chest. A hole was pierced through the bandit’s chest; his eyes rolled back as he breathed his last.

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