Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

"Old Zhang, get out here right now! The government is recruiting soldiers. They say that anyone under the age of eighty must go to the city wall to help the immortals!"

At this moment, a group of guards suddenly came to the door. The man in the lead was wearing armor. He kicked open the wooden door in front of him and walked in swaggeringly.

Ye Qian'an took a sip of wine, raised his head, and looked at the group of mortals who had no spiritual power fluctuations, without any emotion on his face.

Old Yang came out with a cane. Seeing that it was the conscription officer, he said speechlessly, "Sir, I am already seventy-eight years old. Even if I go, I can't help. And I have a young granddaughter. What will happen to her if I leave?"

"That can't be helped. The city lord has given an order, and we are just following orders. Pack up your luggage and hurry up to leave with us. When the immortals fight, you can help them."

"As for your granddaughter... it's perfect. Take her along with you. Maybe she will be chosen by an immortal. Then your Yang family will be very proud."

Old Yang immediately knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and said, "No, no, sir. This is my only granddaughter. Her father has already gone to the battlefield. We are considered family members, so we don't need to go..."

"That was in the past!" The officer's mouth twitched, and he pointed at the soldiers behind him and said, "They are also newly recruited soldiers. If you disobey them, you should know what the price is."

"Come with me."

The officer looked at Ye Qian'an who was sitting on a chair and drinking, and was stunned. He didn't expect that there was a young man here. Could it be that he missed him last time?
"Old Yang, are you kidding me? Where can you get a young man?"

"No, sir. He is just passing through the village. He is not from our village. Can you please let him leave here?"

Old Yang's tone was pleading, just to get Ye Qian'an to leave. After all, he didn't want to involve an ordinary person like Ye Qian'an because of himself.

The officer raised his eyebrows and said directly: "The city lord said that no matter if they are from this village or not, anyone who can hold a weapon must be arrested. Anyone who disagrees will be killed without mercy!"

Ye Qian'an raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze swept calmly over the officials and soldiers. He gently put down the wine glass and slowly stood up.

"Conscription should be done reasonably. It is inappropriate to force them like this." Ye Qian'an's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable momentum.

The officer's face darkened, with a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes. He didn't expect that he would dare to question him. He really didn't know his place.

He kicked Old Yang to the ground, walked up to Ye Qian'an, drew the sword from his waist, glared at him with eyes as big as copper bells and said, "You little bastard, you dare to talk to me like this? Why don't you ask who I am?"

"Who you are has nothing to do with me. Go back and tell your city lord not to think that you can force good women into prostitution just because you have some power."

The officer flew into a rage upon hearing this, pointing at Ye Qian'an's nose and shouting, "How dare you! How dare you question the city lord's order? Come on, arrest him!"

Hearing the captain's words, the soldiers behind him immediately surrounded him, drew their weapons and pointed them at the expressionless Ye Qian'an.

Ye Qian'an shook his head in disappointment. He originally thought that Dongsheng Shenzhou would be more prosperous, but after actually getting in touch with it, he found that in terms of prosperity, it was not as prosperous as Donglingnan Province.

Ye Qian'an raised his hand slightly, and an invisible force instantly emanated. The soldiers only felt a strong pressure coming at them, and they couldn't help but retreat one after another.

The leading officer widened his eyes, his face filled with horror: "You... who are you?"

Ye Qian'an said calmly: "I am just a passer-by, but I cannot bear to see such injustice. Old Yang and his grandson should not be forcibly conscripted. Today, I will make the decision for them."

After saying this, Ye Qian'an's aura suddenly increased, and the air around him seemed to freeze. The officials and others were terrified. They had never seen such a powerful force. "It's... it's an immortal!"

"He really is an immortal!!"

The officials looked at each other, then knelt down one after another, and said in trembling voices: "Please spare our lives, Immortal! We have been blind and have offended you."

They never dreamed that they would meet an immortal here today. Now they can only kneel on the ground and beg for mercy to have a chance to survive.

Ye Qian'an frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Get up, I don't mean to embarrass you. But this matter of conscription cannot be so brutal."

The officers quickly stood up and stood respectfully aside, not daring to be presumptuous in the slightest.

Old Yang and his granddaughter also looked at Ye Qian'an in shock, with awe and gratitude in their eyes.

They also did not expect that the person who had just stayed here for one night was actually an immortal. They were filled with fear and horror.

Ye Qian'an turned to look at Old Yang and said gently, "Old man, you and your granddaughter can live here peacefully. No one will come to disturb you anymore."

"Thank you, immortal. Thank you, immortal." Old Yang was so excited that tears streamed down his face and he thanked the immortal again and again.

Ye Qian'an said to the officials, "Go back and tell your city lord that conscription should be based on voluntary participation and civilians should not be forced to join. If there is such injustice again, I will not let it go easily."

"Yes... yes... we will go and tell the city lord about this matter now. Please wait a moment, senior."

The officers nodded in agreement. Now only the city lord could compete with the senior in front of them.

Ye Qian'an was not in a hurry to leave, but sat here waiting for the city lord they were talking about to come. After all, if he left, the warning he had just given would be meaningless.

It may even get worse.

"Brother, are you really an immortal?" Yang Xiuxiu walked over shyly and asked softly.

"Xiu Xiu, don't be rude."

Old man Yang also hurried over and stopped Yang Xiuxiu, fearing that his granddaughter's words would anger the cultivator in front of him.

Ye Qian'an nodded and smiled, rubbed Yang Xiuxiu's head, and said: "It's okay, you can ask anything you want, as long as I can answer it."

"Then brother...can I become an immortal?"

Ye Qian'an placed his fingers in front of Yang Xiuxiu's body. After checking that she had no spiritual roots, he shook his head and replied, "You have no spiritual roots in your body, so you can't practice."

Hearing that she couldn't become a cultivator, Yang Xiuxiu was obviously disappointed and lowered her head in disappointment. After all, being able to become an immortal was the dream of most people like her.

"Don't be discouraged. Although you can't become a cultivator, you have excellent physical fitness and can become a warrior. If you practice boxing to the extreme, you can even be as good as a cultivator." (End of this chapter)