My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 411 His head exploded with a bang.

Zeng Anmin felt that he had never appreciated someone as much as he did now.

Sun Chuanfang, standing before me, truly lived up to his reputation as a former inspector general; his mind worked incredibly fast.

"Who could it be?" Sun Chuanfang's gaze lingered on Zeng Anmin's upturned lips.

"I don't know." Zeng Anmin shrugged. "It might be you."

?

Sun Chuanfang's eyes widened: "I absolutely will not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zeng Anmin pointed to himself again: "It could also be me."

"what?"

“It could be her too.” Zeng Anmin pointed to Liu Shishi again.

"Stop talking nonsense." Liu Shishi glanced at him sideways: "I never wanted to get involved in this job in the first place."

"It could be Dongfang Sheng and Sima Nan, or it could be anyone in the relief officials' team."

Zeng Anmin's gaze turned deep and dark: "That's why I want them alive so badly."

"It seems that you had a purpose in sending Sima Nan and Dongfang Sheng to purchase grain by land in such a grand manner."

Liu Shishi crossed her arms and slowly walked up to Zeng Anbian, raising an eyebrow slightly:
"The first thing is indeed to purchase grain."

"Secondly, they deliberately leaked this information to that spy, so that he could notify his people to send men to ambush them, thus naturally drawing out the people behind them..."

"Smart." Zeng Anmin grinned, his gaze somewhat deep and unfathomable.

"So next, we'll see if we can get anything out of these people you've captured."

“There is still one thing I don’t understand,” Sun Chuanfang frowned. “What is the purpose of the thieves doing this?”

"Just to stop us from doing disaster relief?"

"The price we paid was too high."

"The money spent on buying grain would be enough to support an army of 10,000 men."

Zeng Anmin's gaze held a hint of darkness as he looked out the window: "I don't know about that."

The sky was overcast.

Tens of thousands of disaster victims in this city see no future.

That feeling of despair and numbness even affected the weather...

At the same time, Zeng Anmin was also asking himself questions.

"Could it be Emperor Jianhong?"

"They deliberately made me fail in disaster relief so they could go back and hold me accountable in a legitimate way?"

"That's so stupid..."

Zeng Anmin gently played with a small jade gourd in his hand, his gaze lingering on it.

"There are plenty of ways to kill me..."

……

"The grain has arrived!"

As the grapes and grain transport teams entered the city.

The entire population of Xiliu County was shocked by the disaster.

The rice porridge was pure white, without any sand mixed in.

A chopstick inserted into it is enough to stand upright.

Since Sima Nan entered the city, the disaster victims have felt as if they have been given a new life.

Countless disaster victims held the warm, full bowls in their hands, and tears welled up in their eyes.

"What a good official!"

"The officials who came from the capital to provide disaster relief this time are truly good officials!"

"Even before the disaster, my family couldn't cook such thick rice porridge!"

"........."

Smiles appeared on the faces of the disaster victims.

This was the first time they had smiled since Xiliu suffered the disaster.

The despair was somewhat alleviated by these bowls of thick porridge.

"Actually, my subordinates originally intended to transport the grain by land, but unfortunately, the pass leading to Xiliu was blocked by a landslide that caused boulders to roll down from the mountain, making the road too congested. So we listened to that kid from the East and changed to the waterway."

At this point, Sima Nan sighed: "The disaster victims in Xiliu have suffered a lot. The impact of the earth dragon's reversal was too great, making it impossible to travel to Xiliu by land. Any aid from outside can only come in by water."

"Those with some wealth have all fled by waterway, and the rest are stuck here waiting to die."

Zeng Anmin stood atop the city wall, looking down at the refugees gathered together below.

Listening to Sima Nan's report, he sensed something was amiss.

"Fortunately, you were incredibly resourceful and found them a way out."

Sima Nan grinned.

"During the grain transport, did you notice anything amiss with Dongfang Sheng's side?"

Sun Chuanfang stood behind Zeng Anmin and glanced at Sima Nan, asking a question.

"Something wrong?" Sima Nan was taken aback. "No, I didn't really notice that."

"Oh."

Sun Chuanfang looked intently at Sima Nan and asked, "You said that the Eastern Supervisor told you to travel by water?"

“Yes.” Sima Nan was taken aback.

"Has this news been leaked to anyone?" Sun Chuanfang's eyes gleamed.

"No," Sima Nan shook his head and said, "This was decided by me and Dongfang."

"That's strange then." A cold smile appeared on Sun Chuanfang's face, his voice tinged with a dark glint:

"You said it yourself, you were ambushed on the only route before the grain entered the Ganges."

"The information about the land route has never been disclosed to outsiders."

"How did those thieves know that you would definitely travel by water?"

"You mean... the East??" Although Sima Nan was a warrior, he couldn't possibly not understand now that the words had been spoken so plainly.
"Impossible! How could Dongfang possibly collude with these thieves?!"

Sima Nan immediately shook his head. He and Dongfang Sheng had been colleagues for over a decade and knew each other's temperaments best.

“What’s impossible? Money can move people’s hearts.” Sun Chuanfang stared intently at Sima Nan and said:

"Not to mention Dongfang Sheng, a mere crude and vulgar martial artist?"

“It’s not Dongfang Sheng.” Zeng Anmin shook his head slightly.

"Oh?" Upon hearing Zeng Anmin's calm voice, Sun Chuanfang's suspicious expression faded, and he frowned as he asked:

Why is Zeng Tidu so certain?

Zeng Anmin's lips twitched slightly.

He wanted to retract his admiration for Sun Chuanfang.

"Who doesn't know that the earth dragon in Xiliu overturned and blocked the pass?" Zeng Anmin glanced at Sun Chuanfang:

"There was only one route by land and water, so it wasn't difficult for the thieves to guess that Sima Nan would travel by land and water."

Upon hearing Zeng Anmin's explanation, Sun Chuanfang's face flushed slightly.

"It was I who... overthought things."

"I understand." Zeng Anmin smiled and said, "Not to mention you, I'm also on edge all day and a bit paranoid."

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Zeng Anmin waved his hand and looked at Sima Nan, asking:

"Where are the prisoners we captured? Take me to see them."

"Yes."

Sima Nan bowed.

…………

"twin."

Under the dim moonlight.

Zeng Anmin looked at the black-clad men who were bound hand and foot in half the courtyard, and his gaze was fixed on the two martial artists surrounded by blue light.

"What is your name?"

Zeng Anmin casually picked up an apple, took a bite, and looked at the person on his left with a grin.

These two martial artists had their collarbones locked, sealing their martial arts cultivation, but their willpower was quite astonishing.

Basically, all the punishments of the Imperial City Guard had been used on these two people.

The two men were now covered in blood, but they still gritted their teeth and remained silent.

"Tsk."

"Silence speaks volumes."

Zeng Anmin raised an eyebrow slightly.

He had seen many prisoners like this.

Even the toughest men in the Imperial City Guard will turn into delicate little karami after experiencing one torture after another.

The punishments administered by the Imperial City Guard were incredibly varied and numerous.

"What are the benefits like at Xuanlun Manor?"

Zeng Anmin continued to look at the man with a smile.

The man heard Zeng Anmin mention the words "Xuanlun Mountain Villa".

His face remained completely expressionless.

She simply looked up blankly at Zeng Anmin.

He had just been tortured by Sima Nan.

My body is still trembling.

I simply can't control myself.

Zeng Anmin wanted to reach out and brush the weeds off the man's head.

As a result, the man trembled violently when he saw Zeng Anmin's outstretched hand.

"Don't be afraid."

"It doesn't hurt."

Zeng Anmin felt that he had acted too convincingly.

He's a complete psychopath.

A dignified fourth-rank martial artist, before Zeng Anbian, was like a terrified cat. The man abruptly turned his head to the side.

"Oh, so you weren't afraid after all."

Zeng Anmin's lips curled up slightly.

He thought about it for a moment, and finding it somewhat troublesome, he looked up at Sima Nan and said:

"Straighten him up and make him look at me."

Sima Nan was somewhat confused, but he could not disobey his superior's orders. After receiving the order, he picked up the man as if he were a chick and threw him onto the stool.

"What's your name?"

Zeng Anmin's voice carried a hint of solemnity.

At the same time, a crimson light appeared in his eyes.

That was his unique Confucian and Taoist spirit of righteousness.

"Boom!!!"

He is now a third-rank extreme Confucian cultivator, so using the "Questioning the Heart" technique on a fourth-rank martial artist doesn't pose much of a problem for him.

"Left."

The man's voice rang out hoarsely.

"left?"

Zeng Anmin raised an eyebrow, then looked at the other person: "So his name is You?"

"Ah."

The voice on the left was dull and lifeless.

Zeng Anmin frowned.

He sensed something was amiss.

The person in front of me behaved differently after being questioned than anyone else I had ever seen being questioned before!
When others are questioned about their conscience, they don't even need to ask themselves; they're practically begging to reveal the color of their mother's underwear.

This person...

Zeng Anmin frowned and looked to the left: "Which faction do you come from?"

Zuo opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

?

That's such an abnormal reaction!
Zeng Anmin's brows were furrowed tightly.

He looked to his right.

You showed no expression whatsoever, and even after seeing Zuo being questioned, there wasn't a trace of worry on his face.

Instead, he looked at Zuo with envy.

envious??
Zeng Anmin didn't know why the right side had that expression.

What's there to envy?
"Bang!!"

An unexpected sound rang out.

Then the blood burst open.

The red and white ones flowed all over the floor.

Even Zeng Anmin's body was splattered with it.

"what's the situation?!"

Zeng Anmin looked to the left.

A human head...disappearing spell?
All that remained in front of him was a bleeding neck.

His head exploded!
"Oh shit."

Zeng Anmin couldn't help but swear.

He finally understood why the person on the right had looked envious.

Because he knew that Zuo was about to be free...

"This person has been cursed to prevent anyone from questioning their conscience!"

Zeng Anmin squinted and looked to the right:

"You have it on you too? Right?"

You simply looked at Zeng Anmin indifferently without saying a word.

"Whoo~"

Zeng Anmin took a deep breath, then a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips:
"Alright, since that's the case..."

Then his expression faltered slightly.

Within the space of consciousness, a star was slowly twinkling.

Zeng Anmin only briefly paid attention to it at this time and put it aside for the time being.

He looked up to his right: "Use torture."

“Use all the punishments of the Imperial City Guard, from top to bottom, on him.”

"Don't worry about him dying."

"I will have Governor Xiliu send the best doctor tomorrow."

"Even if your mouth is made of iron, I will pry it open for you, understand?"

As he spoke, his voice turned icy cold, and he looked at Sima Nan.

"understand!"

Sima Nan felt the killing intent emanating from Zeng Anmin, and his body trembled involuntarily. He immediately nodded.

"Ah."

Zeng Anmin stood up and looked at the men in black being guarded by the guards.

Ask your heart one by one.

In the end... nothing was found out.

They weren't cursed at all.

However, their origins are extremely complicated.

Some of them are people from the martial arts world.

Some of them were people from the west.

Without exception, he did not find any connection to the four words "Xuanlun Manor".

"what is going on?"

After Zeng Anmin left the courtyard, his brows were furrowed tightly.

"Isn't it Xuanlun Manor?"

"Or is it someone else?"

…………

"Just now, the Dao Star that the Dao Ancestor and Ancestral God planted in my sea of ​​consciousness flickered."

Zeng Anmin returned to his room and sat down.

He discovered this detail just now when he was questioning Zuo.

"That's not right... Zuo is clearly a martial artist..."

Zeng Anmin's mind was a bit confused.

As the Dao Star flickered, he gradually discovered some patterns.

He would flash when facing someone who was cultivating.

Whether it's Wuxin, Liu Shishi, or Sai Chuxue, etc.

Whether it's the Daoist sect or the Xuanzhen Division, as long as they are close to him, the Dao Star will twinkle.

However, Dao Xing did not make any unusual moves when facing a martial artist.

Zeng Anmin had already determined this point back in the capital.

"Does it only flash when it's facing people?"

"Does it also flicker when faced with the 'law'?"

Zeng Anmin thought about it and temporarily suppressed his doubts.

This message is of no use to him right now.

……

"Is Junior Sister Sai feeling better?"

After Zeng Anmin left the room, he saw Liu Shishi in the courtyard.

"It's still the same."

"After entering Xiliu territory, she had been experiencing dizziness and a high fever."

Liu Shishi frowned as well: "Although the physical strength of us Xuanzhen Division disciples is not as good as that of those crudely trained martial artists."

"But it shouldn't have lasted this long..."

"Ugh."

Zeng Anmin sighed.

Sai Chuxue didn't know what was wrong, but she had been running a fever ever since she entered Xiliu.

The last time he saw him from afar, his face was pale, and his lips were even purple...

Fortunately, he only had a fever and was not seriously ill.

He looked up, gazing at the starry sky.

Master Hongji.

"I don't know how your investigation is going."

His voice murmured.

"Amitabha."

Just then, a kind and gentle voice rang out.

"Master!" Zeng Anmin suddenly looked towards the corner.

Then he saw Master Hongji and the young monk Yingchen looking at him with smiles.

"This humble monk has indeed uncovered some clues."

“Young benefactor Zeng guessed correctly.”

"Oh?" Zeng Anmin's eyes gleamed brightly!

(End of this chapter)