Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 204 Zhang Yuanzhu: I saw it, I care! (3000)

The boy's eyes were cold, his five fingers clasped around the hilt of the knife:
"Now, all of you leave your base and gather clues throughout the city. Each of you will provide one clue by tomorrow at noon."

"Those who didn't show up on time, those who escaped, and those who didn't gather any clues."

"Deprive the Divine Constable of his status."

Many monks looked at the figure wearing the Qilin mask in disbelief, with only one thought in their minds.

'This guest is a madman!'

The group of cultivators had many complaints in their hearts, but when they saw the blood all over the ground, they dared not say anything and shut up automatically.

I could only nod respectfully and walk out.

In an instant, only Zhang Yuanzhu and Feng Xintang were left in the huge stronghold.

The woman in white armor had just come back to her senses from the killing. She had always been known for her bad temper in the Divine Constable Sect.

But compared with the Taoist Qilin who kills people at will, her temper can be described as gentle.

However, the killing effect is terrifying.
"Fellow Daoist Qilin, I'm afraid we won't get any valuable clues tomorrow."

Zhang Yuanzhu loosened his grip on the knife with his five fingers, took a step forward, and stepped forward on the blood.

Ta Ta Ta ~
The sound of footsteps echoed in the air.

He stopped in front of the door, turned around and looked back, his eyes as deep as the abyss.

Feng Xintang couldn't help but tremble, then suppressed his body's instincts.

A low voice came slowly.

"I naturally know that nothing will be gained, and I don't expect that a small killing will make them take things seriously."

"I just want them to leave."

Zhang Yuanzhu's red robe fluttered in the wind, his arms hung naturally, and his tone was inexplicable.

"Do you know what the death of thirteen gold medal shopkeepers in five years means?"

Without waiting for Feng Xintang to reply, the young man answered on his own:

"All the forces in Zishan City, including the Divine Constable Sect, do not want you to come. They..."

"They are all enemies!"

Feng Xintang was shocked physically and mentally. When the most essential things were dug out and presented before her, she finally understood what had happened in Zishan City for more than half a month.

Nothing was detected clearly and no valuable clues were found. It was not because her tracking skills were not good enough.

Rather, all forces in the entire city are rejecting her.

At this moment, the white-armored woman's original idea of using the Taoist in front of her as a fighting force and investigating the case herself was completely reversed.

He stepped forward and stood in front of the young man. The armor on his face faded away, revealing his true face.

She has a beautiful face with strong features and a heroic air.

Bow and salute.

"Fellow Daoist, what should we do?"

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced at the woman and replied softly:

"I'm very confused. For a case like this, the Divine Constable Sect only sent you, a Qi Training Realm cultivator. Is it because they were delayed by something important, or because..."

The young man continued speaking in a low voice with an inexplicable emotion:
"The death of more than 70,000 children is not a big deal for Daqian."

Feng Xintang's face showed bitterness and he did not respond.

She bent her back slightly and looked outside the palace, as if listening to the bustling noise.

"Don't you care?"

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled and got the answer.

For a dynasty with tens of billions of people, the life and death of 70,000 children is nothing. A natural disaster can kill many more people than this case.

'But now that I've encountered it, I care!'

The young man whispered in his heart, his eyes shining brightly with an extremely firm will.

Even with the Nuo mask covering her face, this gaze still burned the woman in white armor.

Zhang Yuanzhu took out a cushion, sat cross-legged, and pointed to the open space in front of him.

"sit!"

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you go to the retreat site to practice?" Feng Xintang turned around and looked at the figure sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Although he was asking, his body had already sat down.

Zhang Yuanzhu placed his arms flat on his knees.

"There's no rush for cultivation. Let's deal with the missing child case first."

"After all, this case won't take long and will be resolved soon."

"It won't take long?"

Feng Xintang was surprised.

You should know that every one of the gold medal detectives of the Shenbu Sect is a master of tracking, familiar with all kinds of magic and evil methods, as well as secret techniques of searching, but thirteen people died in Zishan City.

But now they say that such a big case will not take much time.

Is it going to be resolved within two or three months?
Zhang Yuanzhu didn't care about what the woman was thinking. He began to inquire about the basic situation of Zishan City and the specific authority of the Shenbu Sect.

Feng Xintang also told the truth about what he knew.

As the questions and answers continued, it was already late at night.

"Bring some scriptures here." The young man instructed after the questioning.

The woman did not hesitate and took out some jade slips from her storage bag and handed them over.

At the same time, they stood up and walked towards the stronghold's warehouse to get more scriptures and spells.

Zhang Yuanzhu held these extremely precious items in his palm and examined them at will.

For a moment, all kinds of wonderful ideas emerged in his mind, and he had a deeper idea about the structure of his own magic.

Before I knew it, the moon had set and the sun had not yet risen.

There was a dim darkness between heaven and earth.

Zhang Yuanzhu put away the jade slip in his hand, stood up, looked forward, and narrated word by word.

"Time is up."

"Next, I will teach you how to solve this old case."

As the words fell, he had already strode out of the stronghold.

Feng Xintang followed closely behind

Less than a cup of tea.

The two walked half a block and arrived in front of a manor.

The manor is luxurious, and is protected by a large formation all around, shining with brilliance.

"The Mu family is one of the immortal cultivation families in Zishan City. They ostensibly make a living by selling spiritual objects and materials, but in reality they capture beautiful women, handsome young men, and even cultivators from ordinary people and sell them to brothels in various immortal cities in exchange for resources for their family's cultivation."

"Even if it's just a superficial business, buying and selling spiritual medicines, there are many who pass off inferior products as good ones and cheat independent cultivators."

Zhang Yuanzhu muttered to himself, recounting the rise of the Mu family. He tilted his head slightly and looked at the woman beside him. "Is there a mistake?"

"That's right. This information has been recorded by the Divine Constable Sect. There can be no mistakes."

Feng Xintang carried the Fang Tian Hua Ji on her back, her beautiful eyes flickering as she asked in a low voice:
"You mean the Mu family is involved in the missing child case."

Zhang Yuanzhu gently stroked the hilt of the knife with his five fingers, and a smile appeared on his face under the Nuo mask.

Take one step.

“I think there should be!”

Bang!

The long sword was unsheathed, and the dazzling sword light illuminated the sky and the earth.

It was like a ferocious dragon, instantly crashing into the weak point of the formation.

Boom! Click!
With a huge roar, cracks appeared on the formation, and then it shattered with a loud bang.

At the same time, roars were heard from the manor.

"Who is it? How dare you trespass into Mu Manor?"

"No matter who you are, you must be killed."

"Arrogant, who are you, young man?"

Curses, scolding, and questioning rang out one after another, echoing between heaven and earth.

And Zhang Yuanzhu also responded, swung his knife and killed!

The sword light is brilliant and dreamy, yet extremely dangerous.

It was as if a gentle breeze was blowing, heads were falling, and blood was gushing out like a spring.

In an instant, all the roars, cursing, and scolding turned into silence.

Zhang Yuanzhu stepped forward with a knife, and his cold voice reached everyone's ears.

"When the Divine Constables investigate cases, anyone who disobeys will be killed, regardless of the reason!"

A cold shout not only spread throughout Mu Village, but also spread through the streets, heard by every monk.

Immediately, a series of array plates burst out from his arms, combining with the remaining array patterns around Mu Manor and recombining into a large array.

Wow! Wow!
The light curtain rose, completely blocking Mu Zhuang's retreat.

An old man in a gorgeous robe and with a ruddy face walked over from a distance.

"My Lords, Mu Manor has always been open to all, young and old, in the sale of medicinal herbs."

Stab it!

A violent flash of the knife passed by, instantly chopping off the old man's head.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were cold as he continued to kill with the knife.

For this kind of family of practitioners, nothing can be asked unless you kill them first to shock them.

If you scare them off, many things will become easier.

"Ah! Uncle, you actually killed me."

"Everyone, come together. If the Shenbu Sect wants us dead, they won't have an easy time either."

"Use the forbidden weapon and follow me to kill."

A white-haired old woman, emitting the aura of a tenth-level Qi training master, shook the manor.

She had a magic mirror on her head, her white hair was flying, her face was ferocious, and she rushed towards the young man at a very fast speed.

"You thief, you have offended the Mu family, you will die!"

Rays of precious light burst out, tearing through the sky, blasting forward and blocking the view.

Zhang Yuanzhu only performed an extremely simple action.

Step forward, raise your arm, and draw your sword!

The brilliant sword light crossed the sky against the torrent.

In an instant, the precious light dissipated, the precious mirror fell, and the white-haired old woman was torn into two halves, and her body fell to the ground mixed with blood.

The boy had a blank expression on his face, as if he were crushing a bug.

The long sword was swung, killing again.

After a whole stick of incense had passed, Zhang Yuanzhu put away his knife and stood up.

His red robe fluttered as he stood amidst the blood and broken limbs, glancing at the figures that were either kneeling or slumped on the ground.

The jade knife trembled slightly, shaking off the blood color on the blade.

"Everyone in Mu Village, within ten breaths, come here and kneel down."

The calm voice spread to every corner of the manor.

One figure after another, some stumbling, some climbing, tried their best to come to the young man and kneel on the ground.

At this moment, Feng Xintang, who had disappeared since the fight began, walked out of the side hall, followed by a group of listless cultivators and mortals.

They were dressed in rags, breathing weakly, looking at the blood-stained ground in fear, not daring to move forward.

Only when he looked at the Mu family cultivator kneeling on the ground did he feel a bit more hatred.

"Qilin Guest, these are all cultivators and mortals captured by Mu Manor. They are of high quality, so they are not sold. They are imprisoned here for the entertainment of the Mu family cultivators."

Feng Xintang came to the man's side and explained.

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded and turned his gaze to the figure kneeling on the ground.

"I ask, you answer."

"Sir, we are innocent, what?"

Stab it!

The long sword chopped down, and a strong body slowly fell down.

Blood flowed down the neck and passed in front of the eyes of the monks from Muzhuang.

"No nonsense."

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the middle-aged monk on the far right and began to ask:
"Besides you, what other forces are involved in the missing children cases around Zishan City?"

"Your Excellency, we are absolutely not involved."

Stab it!

The knife flashed and the head fell off.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes under the Nuo mask were dark and deep, like a black hole that wanted to swallow everything.

"You must participate in the missing child case. As for whether there are other forces involved, it will depend on your confession."

In an instant, all the monks in Muzhuang looked up and stared in astonishment at the figure holding the knife.

Submission becomes a move!

Such thoughts emerged in the minds of all the monks.

(End of this chapter)