Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 688 Testing
"It will only take about half an incense stick's time. If the Minister is worried that Miaoxuan will damage the flowers, plants, bricks, and wood here, then Miaoxuan should hold back a bit."

Seeing that Qin Wen was determined to fight him, Chen Jing assumed that Qin Wen had heard his words and wanted to vent his anger. He immediately stood up, his tiger-like eyes widened, and shouted to the adjutant beside him, "Since you insist, then bring me my halberd!"

Qin Wen smiled slightly, not caring.

Seeing that there was a good show to watch, the various people present immediately moved to the outer circle, chairs and all, to make room for the two of them.

"Stop it here?"

Seeing that Chen Jing's ferocity had been aroused, Uncle Chen did not say anything to stop him. After giving a reminder, he sat down again.

The contest between the Xuanpin High Priest and the Southern Ming military strategists is not only something that people from all walks of life outside want to see, but Uncle Chen himself is also quite interested. If he can use this opportunity to explore this mysterious technique and find out the reason why the old man favors him so much, that would be even better.

Soon, Chen Jing, now fully armed, stood in the center of the field, halberd in hand, its cold, menacing tip pointing at the unarmed Qin Wen.

"Be careful!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Chen Jing, swift as a rabbit, used his extraordinary strength to swing the hundred-pound halberd into a crescent shape, slamming it down heavily on the still Qin Wen with a whistling sound.

"Good strength!"

Qin Wen raised an eyebrow, and colorful light emerged from his fingertips, coalescing into a three-foot sword that swept across the sky and landed on the top of the halberd shaft.

Sniff~

A sickening metallic clanging sound rang out, sparks flew everywhere, and Chen Jing exerted force in his hand, flipping his wrist and turning the halberd. Black light pulsed from the broad halberd, instantly shattering the magic sword into pieces. Even the scattered specks of colorful light were engulfed and swallowed up by the black light.

"Is this the murderous aura of the Southern Ming military strategists?"

Thinking of the information he had gathered, Qin Wen felt a chill. He stretched out his jade finger and drew a line in the air. In an instant, ice cones, fire blades, lightning bolts, and thunderbolts appeared out of thin air and rained down on Chen Jing, who was pouncing on him like a tiger.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding~

Chen Jing roared, veins bulging on his neck, and his arms burst with immense strength. He wielded his six-foot halberd with the speed of the wind, blocking all the storm of various spells. The sounds of continuous cracking echoed.

"Tiger Crouching!"

Overwhelmed by endless Taoist techniques, Chen Jing knew that if things continued like this, he would be worn down to death by Qin Wen. He immediately pulled back his halberd, braced his arms to gather momentum, touched the ground with his toes, and charged towards Qin Wen, who was only three zhang away, like an arrow released from a bow!

At that moment, Qin Wen, with his naturally gifted heterochromatic eyes, saw with his own eyes that a black, ferocious tiger with sharp claws emerged from behind Chen Jing the instant he raised his halberd!
Compared to the blurry, strange shadow Chen Yun had seen from behind yesterday, the ferocious tiger was much clearer now, giving off a feeling that, in addition to its military aura, also contained something else that was hard to describe.

The next instant, the sharp halberd tip suddenly appeared and overlapped with the clawed tiger, passing through the flying spiritual light and completely piercing Qin Wen's chest!
Bo~
The beautiful body exploded like a bubble, but Chen Jing, who had won the battle, showed no joy on his face, because behind him, Qin Wen, holding a sword in her delicate hand, had already pressed the cold blade against his side of the neck.

"Was that... Taoist magic?"

Chen Jing asked in a hoarse voice.

"Water Cloud Body, a very useful illusion technique, but in Jinling, it should only be an insignificant, low-level one."

With a flick of his finger, Qin Wen deliberately shattered the newly formed golden sword into countless pieces. Taking advantage of the intense glare reflected from these golden pieces at noon, he used his Qi to draw away a bit of the black light left behind when the ferocious tiger dissipated from behind Chen Jing, taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention.

"Very well, very well, Mr. Miaoxuan's skills are indeed worthy of being Bixia Jun's disciple. Ordinary killing techniques are really no match for you." Seeing that Qin Wen had subdued his son in no time, Chen Shuda, who was extremely composed, showed no expression. He dismissed the matter with a few words, citing matters at court, and took his leave, handing over the initiative to Chen Yuncong.

Having waited for a long time, Chen Yuncong naturally did not want to delay. After saying a few words, he led everyone out of the Chen family mansion, preparing to march quickly to Songjiang.

However, right in front of the south gate of Jinling's outer city wall, the large Chen family entourage was stopped by several yamen runners with large characters printed on their chests and backs.

The leader was Ding Xun, the commander of the Divine Guard, who had met Qin Wen once before.

"Strange, what's he doing here? Is he here to see Chen Yun off?"

Sitting in the carriage specially prepared by the Chen family, Qin Wen lifted the curtain and looked at Ding Xun, who had a solemn expression, somewhat puzzled.

"Commander Ding, what's going on?"

Upon seeing the yamen runners blocking the way at the gate, Chen Yun, equally puzzled, immediately spurred his horse forward to ask them.

“Someone submitted a memorial to the Emperor, saying that in the next few days, a large number of heretical cultists and evil practitioners who are strictly prohibited by the court will be traveling from Jinling to nearby prefectures and counties. The Emperor was furious when he learned of this and ordered a thorough investigation. That is why I brought my brothers here to find out what is going on. Please forgive me, gentlemen.”

Ding Xun stood before the tall horse, his tone neither humble nor arrogant, and clasped his hands in response.

"Submit a memorial, capture a rogue cultivator?"

No one present was stupid. In an instant, Qin Wen and the Chen brothers extracted the key points from Ding Xun's words and realized that someone knew about the Chen family's actions and was deliberately trying to trip them up.

"Cultists of evil gods? Sorcerers who perform rituals and evil practices? Commander Ding, rest assured, all of us brothers are honest believers with impeccable backgrounds. We can withstand any investigation. You may not know others, but you must know Master Miaoxuan, right?"

As he spoke, Chen Yun gave Ding Xun a wink, intending to take advantage of the chaos and lead his men, who couldn't withstand close scrutiny, out of the city and into the distance.

Unexpectedly, Ding Xun seemed not to notice the look Chen Yun was giving him. He took two steps forward and whispered, "This time the Emperor has issued an edict, and there is a supervisor at the gate. There is really no room for leniency!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yun looked up and indeed saw three Daoist cultivators, each dressed differently but exuding an imposing and majestic aura, under the eaves of the city gate tower.

"Han Shaoyu of the Dragon Guard, Wang Xushan, the headmaster of the White Horse Academy, and Fangcun Zhenren of the Evil-Locking Well—this time, the Emperor is probably serious."

After recognizing the figures standing on the city gate tower, Chen Jing spurred his horse and urged the Jade Kirin forward, whispering a reminder.

"The Hong family! Those shameless bastards, they actually resorted to underhanded tactics!"

Upon hearing these three names, Chen Yun immediately thought of the Hong family of Jinling, who had a long-standing feud with the Chen family but a close relationship with the White Horse Academy and Lingbaozun.

"My apologies, gentlemen."

As he spoke, Ding Xun waved his hand, and the yamen runners behind him, dressed in black robes with the character "伐" (meaning "to attack") written in large characters on their chests, walked behind the Chen brothers.

Qin Wen had some understanding of these people in the government. In the Divine Chariot Bureau, they were powerful individuals who were specifically responsible for exorcising evil spirits, eliminating enemies, and suppressing heretics. They came from various backgrounds, including powerful Taoist priests with high magical abilities and proficient in talisman techniques, as well as wild cultivators who had submitted to the imperial court and possessed extraordinary skills.

The young emperor dared to send out 90% of the Divine Guards to handle cases, leaving only a few people in the capital to maintain stability. The extent of his power is undoubtedly extremely high.

(End of this chapter)