One person established a clan

Chapter 15: One Sword Cuts Xuan

The sound of dense footsteps could be heard on the blue brick floor of the government office, and more than ten yamen runners with swords in their hands rushed in and out.

The old county magistrate paced back and forth in the courtyard with an anxious look on his face, looking towards the gate of the yamen from time to time, and subconsciously opened his collar to breathe.

Seeing that the spy had not returned yet, his knuckles turned white as he gripped the handkerchief, and his back was wet with cold sweat.

"How to do how to do."

The old county magistrate never expected such a change to happen in the town.

The inspector who came from the capital suddenly attacked and killed the monk Huanxing. This morning, people from the immortal sect came to demand an explanation and wanted to roast him on the fire.

No matter which side you help, you will get no benefits.

"You guys, go look outside too!" The old county magistrate couldn't help but urge, "If you find the inspector, have him come here to see him immediately!"

"Yes!" Several yamen runners ran around following the order, but the atmosphere in the yamen became even more heavy.

The old county magistrate wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked back at the lobby.

The three white-robed monks were whispering to each other with serious expressions, and no one knew what they were talking about.

The leading young man suddenly raised his eyes, and the old county magistrate's heart tightened, and even his breathing became irregular.

"Three, three immortals, we don't know where that patrol officer has gone and we haven't found him yet."

"Master Huo, it's almost half an hour."

The young man brushed his robe and stood up, his stern face filled with a chill. "We're grateful for your thirty years of reign and your long-standing friendship with our Huanxing Sect, so we've given you some courtesy. But if you intend to seduce us, don't blame us for turning our backs on you."

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!" The old county magistrate waved his hands hastily. "What the inspector did is beyond the control of us lowly officials."

The young monk had a gloomy face and murderous intent was visible in his eyes.

He turned around to look at his two companions and nodded secretly.

With the great changes in the sect, the elders have decided to take the initiative and eliminate the hidden dangers in this town.

This old man has been in office for too long and knows too much. Now that the imperial inspector has discovered something, it would be best to seize this opportunity to wipe him out and avoid further trouble.

"Calm down, Immortal."

The old magistrate quickly ordered his men to fetch precious jewels and jade, then stepped forward and said with an apologetic smile, "I know your clan has been in turmoil these past few days, but Immortal, rest assured. No matter what you command, we will do our best to carry it out!"

The young monk stroked a few strings of pearls and jade, his eyes scornful. "I asked you to search the town for suspicious people. What was the result?"

"This"

The old county magistrate's face turned pale. "There have been 27 caravans coming and going in the past two days, and there are at least hundreds of unfamiliar faces."

"Useless!" The young monk crushed the jade and snorted coldly, "If you can't even handle such a small matter, what use are you!"

The old county magistrate was forced to retreat repeatedly after being choked several times, until his back hit the lacquered pillar.

He swallowed saliva with a rolling sound in his throat, his bony knuckles almost digging into his palms. "Master Immortal, the news from your sect has only been a day or two, so it's really hard to ask. Besides, my daughter is also in the Immortal Sect, so could you please consider this as a favor?"

"Your daughter?"

The young man stepped closer, leaning in front of her, and smiled creepily: "She died a long time ago."

The old magistrate was struck by lightning: "What did you say?"

"Foolish mortals, you don't know the dignity of the Immortal Sect." The young man sneered, "With your filthy bloodline, you still want to get involved in the Immortal Sect's profound arts?"

The other two monks in the hall laughed grimly, their eyes full of mockery.

The old county magistrate was now completely icy, staggering several times, his cloudy pupils suddenly constricted: "Guihua sends letters home every year."

"Just a ghostwriter." The young man clasped the old man's shoulder blade with his five fingers, and the sound of bone cracking was clearly audible. "To be honest, your daughter is too thin and not tasty."

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The old county magistrate made a strange "ho ho" sound in his throat, his dry and wrinkled cheeks suddenly twitched, and tears flowed down his face.

"I'll fight you!" He suddenly raised his head and roared, but the young man raised his sleeve and knocked him to the ground, his head covered in blood, and he fainted on the spot.

The young man gave a sly smile, the sword at his waist already half an inch out of its sheath.

Just at this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the government office, as if a large number of yamen runners were returning.

"Sir! We've found the inspector!" The young man flicked his sword's hilt with his fingertips, a cold light flashing. "Who is the inspector?"

The yamen runners were shocked by the momentum and retreated with pale faces.

Su Cheng glanced at the old county magistrate lying in a pool of blood, and swept his eyes over the three people in the hall.

There are no elders from the Huanxing Sect.

"it's me."

Without waiting for Su Cheng to speak, Duan Mocheng walked out with a sullen expression, his thumb resting on his thick knife as he swallowed, "You, and those two people inside, are you the cultivators from Huanxing Sect?"

The young man smiled and said, "Who gave you the courage to kill my disciples of Huanxing Sect?"

"I was only acting impartially, but that person attacked first in anger. Even if you are disciples of the sect, I have the right to kill you."

Duan Mocheng showed the token on his waist, his eyes always alert: "Or do you want to go against the government?"

"Government?" The young monk laughed out loud: "If I kill you, no one will know."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword in his hand suddenly became sharp, and the spiritual energy pierced his eyebrows like a poisonous snake!
Duan Mocheng did not expect the other party to change his attitude in an instant. He wanted to block with his long sword, but he could only watch the sharp edge gradually approach his eyebrows.

--Ding!

Su Cheng lightly pinched the spiritual blade with his two fingers, and the splashing light illuminated the coldness between his brows.

Duan Mocheng was blown back five steps by the strong wind and gasped in fear: "Senior Su, thank you for your help."

"I didn't ask you to get ahead of yourself."

Su Cheng flicked his finger, and the spiritual blade shattered and scattered, rolling up the sleeves of his black robe.

His expression was as calm as before. He tilted his head and gave a warning, "Just lead your men to block the entrance to the government office to prevent blood from spilling out and scaring the people."

"Are you their backer?"

The young man took a step forward, frowning and pondering, "You're quite capable to be able to take my attack. I guess you were the one who killed my unlucky junior brother?"

The two monks in the hall stood up at the same time, and the murderous spirit gradually surged, causing a biting cold wind to blow in the courtyard of the government office.

"It's me." Su Cheng looked at the three of them calmly: "Huanxing Sect only sent you three here?"

"It's enough to kill some of these little minions."

The young monk's face darkened, and the sword in his hand emitted abundant spiritual energy.

He suddenly put on a sinister smile: "You've just reached the middle level of the Xuan realm, and you dare to act wildly in the territory of my Huanxing Sect?!"

"What a shame." Su Cheng seemed not to hear and muttered to himself, "So few people came."

The young monk's eyes were filled with anger, and he trembled his sword slightly, and in an instant, seven layers of sword shadows appeared.

He stomped on the blue brick floor hard, closing the distance of several feet in an instant. The sword lights intertwined into a net, and the cold wind swirled, blocking all retreat routes.

The two monks in the hall made hand gestures at the same time, and blood-colored talismans wrapped around the swords like poisonous snakes.

Su Cheng burst out laughing.

The next moment, the silver light in his sleeve suddenly exploded, the three-foot sword rang like a crane's cry, and the seven layers of sword shadows disappeared in an instant like mist meeting the sun.

The young monk was horrified and in a hurry, his sword moves suddenly became fierce, drawing a strange arc and going straight for Su Cheng's throat.

puff!

A streak of blood bloomed on the back of the head. The young man stood still in a thrusting posture, his pupils gradually dilated.

Su Chengzhen swung his sword with his wrist, and the body fell limply to the ground, and the sword fell three feet away with a clang.

The two people in the hall were shocked and angry. Just as they were about to attack, one of them had his chest instantly pierced by the Five Mysterious Techniques' Qi force, and even the wall of the hall behind him was shattered.

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Blood mist and smoke filled the air, and the only remaining monk suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and had a knot in his throat.

Su Cheng walked forward on the blood-stained ground, with the sword in his hand casually against the man's throat.

"I ask, you answer, understand?"

(End of this chapter)