Ximen Qing transmigrates into Water Margin as the Ximen Qing with the same name, and just after taking over a merchant caravan, he is ambushed by the Black Wind Stronghold. The young guard at the gate can't even draw his blade before a blood-red flash of steel cleaves down from above, splitting him in two. System notifications flash one after another, announcing kill rewards. Ximen Qing sheathes his sword and turns to wave at Manager Hu. “Seal off all four gates. Don't let a single one escape.” With the Yandang blade in hand, he strides into the stronghold. Around a hundred bandits are drinking and playing finger-guessing games by the bonfire, none of them noticing him. A dark-faced man sways over with a wine jar. “Pretty boy, did you come here to entertain us?” Ximen Qing twists his wrist, and his blade flashes in the firelight.
