I see you're looking for a high-quality, naturally flowing English translation of this martial arts narrative, maintaining the original structure.

Li Muzhan turned his head to look; a burly fellow stood beside a table, smiling genially at a young swordsman, his demeanor entirely harmless.

The young swordsman sized him up and declared haughtily, "And who might Your Excellency be?" He possessed handsome features, bright eyes, and a face like polished jade—a vibrant figure, possessing commendable looks; his arrogance, rather than provoking, instead lent him an imposing presence that commanded admiration.

The burly man chuckled, "Me? I neither change my name when walking nor my surname when sitting.

I am Zhang Shihe..." The young swordsman frowned, thinking for a moment, then turned to look at his three fellow disciples.

The four considered it, until suddenly a round-faced swordsman clapped his hands: "I remember now! Zhang Shihe, the 'Sky-Shaking Hammer,' right?" "Heh, not bad, little fellow, you still know of old Zhang's moniker!" Zhang Shihe rubbed his gleaming forehead and nodded with a smile. "So you are Zhang Shihe, the 'Sky-Shaking Hammer'..." The preceding young swordsman frowned, declaring with pride, "We are disciples of the Azure Sheep Palace..." "Oh?" Zhang Shihe narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I wondered which immortal had arrived, turns out it's merely the small Azure Sheep Palace.

Truly amusing..." "Zhang! We were just looking for you!" the young swordsman stated proudly. "Looking for old Zhang for what?" Zhang Shihe laughed heartily. "Could it be you wish to become my son-in-law...?" "Silence!" the young swordsman roared, springing up from his seat. "Fourth Senior Brother, let it go!" the round-faced swordsman advised softly, glancing at Zhang Shihe.

The young swordsman said gravely, "Sixth Junior Brother, this Zhang Shihe is a notorious bandit.

If we see such scum and don't eliminate him, then what exactly is the purpose of us martial artists..." The round-faced swordsman looked around and whispered, "Fourth Senior Brother, we snuck out; we cannot cause trouble for the Palace.

And that Zhang fellow is remarkably strong..." "...Hmph, so what if he's strong? He is only one person; can the four of us not handle him?" the young swordsman waved a dismissive hand, looking utterly resolute. "But here, in broad daylight, ganging up on one..." the round-faced swordsman hesitated.

The young swordsman let out a cold 'Hmph,' "Slaying demons and vanquishing evil—ganging up on the wicked is never a bad deed.

Sixth Junior Brother, stop being wishy-washy! Just wait here!" "Fourth Senior Brother, I still feel this is improper..............." the round-faced swordsman murmured.

The young swordsman glared, his killing intent chillingly evident: "Sixth Junior Brother, step back!" The other two young swordsmen pulled at the round-faced one, whispering, "Sixth Junior Brother, just forget it.

Listen to Fourth Senior Brother!" The round-faced swordsman gave a wry smile, "That Zhang Shihe is no easy opponent.

I fear even if the four of us attacked together, we might not subdue him, and that would disgrace our Azure Sheep Palace..." The two other youths were unconvinced.

The one with a mole near his right lip shook his head with a laugh, "Sixth Junior Brother, you inflate the enemy's spirit too much!" Seeing their resolve, the round-faced swordsman sighed, knowing further argument was futile.

………………………………”………………………… Li Muzhan heard their exchange clearly and found the disciples of the Azure Sheep Palace strangely interesting.

He glanced at Wen Yinyue, who frowned deeply.

Zhang Shihe and the young swordsman were already at a tense standoff, about to clash.

While the round-faced swordsman had been speaking, Zhang Shihe and the lead youth had traded insults.

The young swordsman furiously denounced Zhang Shihe for his inhumanity, for burning, killing, plundering, and every kind of atrocity.

Zhang Shihe only sneered, saying the young swordsman hadn't even finished growing his hair before venturing into the Jianghu, truly inviting his own doom; he should hurry home and return to his mother's embrace for milk.

This insult enraged the young swordsman, who hated being called young more than anything.

He instantly drew his sword, pointing it at Zhang Shihe, and sneered, "Today, I shall enact Heaven's will and execute you, vile brigand!" Zhang Shihe laughed coldly and shook his head, "On the strength of you, a child still smelling of milk? Come then, I want to see what abilities your Azure Sheep Palace possesses to be so arrogant and overbearing..." "Fifth, Sixth, Seventh Junior Brothers, attack together!" the young swordsman commanded grimly. "Yes!" the three responded in unison.

Instantly, their four figures moved, instantly establishing their positions, encircling Zhang Shihe.

The four each took a position, forming a perfect square, drawing their swords and pointing the tips diagonally toward Zhang Shihe in the center, which made Zhang Shihe erupt in laughter. "Good, good, entertaining!" Zhang Shihe shook his head, glancing sideways at the four. "I never expected the youngsters from the Azure Sheep Palace—if they learned nothing else, they certainly mastered the art of ganging up!" "A villain like you deserves execution by anyone who finds him; why worry about one-on-one combat!" the young swordsman scoffed, looking at Zhang Shihe with disdain.

Li Muzhan smiled at Wen Yinyue.

Wen Yinyue knitted her delicate eyebrows and let out a soft snort, "They truly do not know the immensity of heaven and earth..." Seeing her reaction, Li Muzhan knew she was considering intervening to save them; otherwise, his Senior Sister never offered a single extra word on such trivial matters she usually ignored. "This young man certainly has fine looks..." Li Muzhan remarked casually.

Wen Yinyue shot him a sidelong glance and snorted, "Junior Brother, you don't wish to save them?" Li Muzhan smiled, "It's only because the newborn calf doesn't fear the tiger that it doesn't know what a tiger is.

Perhaps they need to learn what a tiger truly is..." Wen Yinyue rolled her eyes at him and looked back over there. "Attack!" the young swordsman shouted sharply.

Instantly, the gleam of their swords flashed—four blades stabbing toward Zhang Shihe simultaneously, the sword light scattering like snow.

Zhang Shihe roared with laughter, swinging his fists, which moved like hammers, crashing against the long swords.

Clang, clang, clang— a rapid series of sharp ringing sounds echoed as his fists struck the blades repeatedly.

The sword bodies vibrated violently, and the four swordsmen instantly felt their arms numb, their long swords nearly ripped from their grasp.

In just one move, the four were immediately at a disadvantage, secretly crying out in distress.

………………………………”……………… Li Muzhan asked indifferently, "Who is this Zhang Shihe?" Wen Yinyue stated calmly, "Just a notorious river bandit, ruthless in his methods.

He is certainly a figure." "Does he deserve death?" Li Muzhan inquired.

Wen Yinyue nodded, "Death would not be too severe!" Li Muzhan smiled, "Senior Sister, shall I lend them a hand?" "Mm," Wen Yinyue agreed. "Stinking brat, playing games with me? You are still too green! Live your next life well, and don't be so ignorant of heaven and earth! Hahahaha..." Zhang Shihe boomed with laughter. "Zhang! You who commit countless injustices will surely perish by your own hand! You won't live long!" the young swordsman yelled in anger.

Zhang Shihe sneered coldly, "As long as I live longer than you, it counts!" This Zhang Shihe's fierce reputation was so well known that many martial figures nearby were content to watch the spectacle; no one stepped forward to intervene or assist.

The room was filled with Zhang Shihe's unrestrained, deafening laughter.

Wen Yinyue frowned delicately and said coolly, "Zhang Shihe, stop!" Zhang Shihe brought his hands down like twin hammers against the four swords, then turned to look at Wen Yinyue.

His eyes immediately lit up, and he squinted with a sly smile, "Little lady, what orders do you have?" "Stop it," Wen Yinyue said plainly.

Zhang Shihe chuckled, "Is the little lady pleading for mercy on behalf of these four pretty boys?" Wen Yinyue frowned, raised a finger, and pointed.

With a soft chi!, Zhang Shihe was instantly sent flying backward, crashing heavily into a table, shattering it into splinters, sending soup and sauce splashing everywhere.

The entire room fell silent, and people turned to look at Wen Yinyue.

Wen Yinyue withdrew her finger and stated calmly, "Disciples of the Azure Sheep Palace, who is your master?" The four sheathed their swords and stepped forward, bowing respectfully to thank Wen Yinyue for saving their lives; they now understood that without her intervention, they would surely have perished today.

The young swordsman clasped his hands, "Our master is Ouyang Huixia Pingze." "Ouyang Pingze?" Wen Yinyue paused, thinking. "Is that the Azure Sheep Sword Expert Ouyang Pingze? You haven't even mastered one-tenth of your master's skill, yet you venture out to roam the world?" The young swordsman looked slightly embarrassed and scratched his head, "We snuck out without our master's knowledge." "You truly do not know the immensity of heaven and earth!" Wen Yinyue frowned coldly, "Roaming the martial world is not a game; one careless step can cost your life.

You almost died today!" "Thank you, Miss, for saving our lives.

We have not yet had the honor of learning your esteemed name?" the young swordsman asked shamefacedly. "My name is Wen Yinyue!" she said simply.

…………………………………… The four pondered for a moment, then their eyes suddenly brightened, and they looked at Wen Yinyue with excitement. "Could you be Fairy Cold Lotus, Miss Wen?!" the young swordsman asked hesitantly.

Wen Yinyue nodded faintly, "Mm." "It really is Miss Wen!" The four stared, their eyes wide with disbelief at Wen Yinyue.

Among the younger generation of disciples in the Jianghu, Wen Yinyue was a legend, reputed to be the top master of her generation, surpassing even Monk Xinjue of the Lanuo Temple, dominating the martial scene.

Moreover, Wen Yinyue was not only supremely skilled—surpassing her teachers and elders—but also beautiful as a flower, appearing like an ethereal fairy untouched by worldly dust, the dream lover of countless young heroes.

Wen Yinyue knitted her delicate eyebrows, displeased. "Hurry back to the Azure Sheep Palace, practice diligently, and stop being lazy!" "Yes, yes," the four replied repeatedly.

Li Muzhan smiled and asked, "Esteemed Young Hero, may I ask where the Dragon Slaying Secret Manual has currently appeared?" The young swordsman turned toward Wen Yinyue, showing confusion.

Wen Yinyue stated faintly, "My Junior Brother's surname is Li." "So, it is Young Hero Li, a pleasure to meet you," the young swordsman clasped his hands and smiled, "It is rumored that the Dragon Slaying Secret Manual has appeared in Wancheng." "Wancheng..." Li Muzhan murmured.

Wen Yinyue said, "It is a hundred li north from here; you can reach it in a day." Li Muzhan smiled, "Since it is so close, it must be fate!" The young swordsman hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Miss Wen, I must advise the two of you not to go to Wancheng.

It is far too dangerous there.

Even with your high skill, Miss, it won't suffice; even a tiger fears a pack of wolves!" Wen Yinyue nodded, "Mm, I understand." "Then, very well.

We shall take our leave!" The young swordsman nodded helplessly, quickly departing.

After bowing, the other three followed suit.

Zhang Shihe was already dead; one touch from the 'Oceanic Divine Finger' ensured he could not survive, expiring instantly.

Li Muzhan and Wen Yinyue left the small city directly.

As evening approached, the pair entered Wancheng and noticed an unusual tension in the air, as if conflict could erupt at any moment.

There were few ordinary pedestrians on the streets, but many figures from the martial world.