Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 128 Old Hand

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Li Guangzong had been in a daze for the past few days, and in his intermittent state, he couldn't distinguish whether it was bright or dark outside the window.

The sound of the wind may not reach my ears, but only my own breathing remains clear.

He was locked in a classroom in the laboratory building.

Each class at the martial arts school only has one or two experimental classes per week, and some classrooms are never used, with the desks and chairs inside covered in dust.

Li Guangzong, with his acupoints sealed, lay on a platform made of eight tables pushed together, without a drop of water or a grain of rice, both hungry and exhausted.

But what terrified him most was not hunger and cold, but rather a faint, lingering warmth deep within his bones.

Click!

The classroom door opened again, and Yuan Chongxiao walked in, casually placing the large brown teacup filled with strong tea on a corner of the platform.

Li Guangzong's sensitive skin seemed to sense the heat emanating from the teacup; his body hair turned slightly white, and his eyes stared blankly.

"Why are you always so afraid of me? Did the principal say something bad about you when he arrested you? He must have said I had other jobs before."

Yuan Chongxiao said slowly, "Actually, I used to be just a monk."

"At that time, I wasn't good at interrogation; instead, I was good at making people feel at ease and comfortable."

He placed both hands on Li Guangzong's body, one hand on his lower abdomen and the other on his chest.

"Your practice has gone astray, and there are too many impurities in your body, which is why the cold poison has penetrated to your bones."

“Others don’t know the truth. Even if they cripple your martial arts, they can’t dispel your cold poison. But fortunately, I know the Snow Grain Technique inside and out.”

"Over the past few days, while I've been helping you gradually dissolve your internal energy, I've also been removing the cold poison. You should be able to clearly feel that your body is getting better."

Li Guangzong was pressed down by his palms, and his cheeks gradually regained some color, but his lips were trembling.

Originally, this person was eager to sell goods and buy medicine at the ghost market because he realized that the cold poison was too deep and wanted to take medicine to stop it as soon as possible.

However, after being captured, the cold poison actually became a source of strength for Li Guangzong.

Interrogation techniques that delve to a certain level all touch upon the level of the lingering cold poison.

That kind of numbness would make him laugh coldly and fearlessly.

But Yuan Chongxiao was able to efficiently dissolve even the drug impurities and turbid cold toxins that had accumulated over decades and penetrated deep into his bones.

Although Li Guangzong couldn't say for sure whether he had been lying there for three or four days, he felt that the cold poison and his internal energy would be completely eliminated within the day.

What happens after everything is completely destroyed?
A dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water, but is a live pig afraid?
In front of these people, he didn't even have the chance to commit suicide.

I should have confessed back then.

Feeling your strength slipping away, layer by layer, collapsing, yet being powerless to stop it—that was incredibly painful.

I should have stopped a few years ago. Back then, the cold poison wasn't so severe, and I had plenty of spare money. If I had invested in a legitimate business, my life would have been more secure.

Yuan Chongxiao saw the regret in his expression and spoke again calmly.

"Oh, because he's a monk, he's also good at making people regret things."

"Unfortunately, I am just a monk, not a master. Therefore, all the people I have dealt with are filled with regret but have not come to their senses."

A bunch of people who only regret their mistakes but never truly repent.

Neither teaching nor suffering can change them; only death can make them harmless.

It's snowing again outside the window, and the wind has picked up, drowning out the soft noises inside the classroom.

The hands on Yuan Chongxiao's watch gradually moved to twelve o'clock.

He picked up his teacup and walked out of the classroom.

Yuan Zhonglu stood in the corridor in a static posture, his hands folded in front of his lower abdomen, his face facing the wind and snow outside.

Feng Jianhua sat on a public bench in the corridor, his arms resting on the armrests, his head leaning back against the wall, emitting a soft snore.

"Asleep again?"

Yuan Chongxiao glanced at it and said to his daughter, "The person inside gave us a website address, as well as his own account password."

The father and daughter walked down the corridor and found the computer room, asking the computer teacher who was playing games inside for help.

Hearing their conversation, Feng Jianhua gradually woke up, yawned, and went over to check.

"How about it?"

The computer teacher, a delicate-looking woman, adjusted her glasses and replied, "They are very cautious; they have deleted all previous transaction records."

"Fortunately, the vice principal also asked about their tone of voice during their previous conversation. I imitated it, so there shouldn't be any flaws."

After a while, several messages popped up on the other end.

The computer teacher replied with two messages.

"It's settled. They'll decide on the location, we'll meet at the Guangling East Suburb Science and Technology Park, and we can suggest the time."

Feng Jianhua said, "Then let's go to four o'clock in the afternoon."

Yuan Zhonglu suddenly said, "That science park is quite large. Don't you have a more detailed location?"

The vice principal said, "This is how they usually communicate. They only have a general location, and once the people and goods arrive there, the other party will take the initiative to contact them soon."

Yuan Zhonglu frowned: "In that case, they will definitely continue to observe us in secret. We need to find someone to impersonate Li Guangzong."

Feng Jianhua said leisurely, "That's how people who run the Ghost Market are. Sometimes they are ruthless and tough, making people think they are incredibly bold and unbelievable, but other times they are very cautious."

Yuan Chongxiao unscrewed the lid of the teacup and took a sip.

"It's just a disguise, nothing difficult."

He, the vice principal, is not only skilled in martial arts.

Feng Jianhua made the decision: "Okay, we'll set off in a bit, in two groups, one overt and one covert." "We must make sure to catch everyone who comes to meet and receive the goods, as well as those who might be hiding in the shadows observing."

The martial arts school mobilized a total of ten people this time, with the principal and vice principal each leading a group.

After the vice principal changed his clothes, he led a group of people in a car, pretending to be delivering goods.

Feng Jianhua and his group pretended to be tourists.

However, when they arrived at the East Suburbs Science and Technology Park, they discovered that the situation was somewhat different from what they had expected.

Feng Jianhua, disguised as a middle-aged man, whispered, "Why are there so many people?"

This science park is open to visitors, but tickets are required.

The buildings inside reportedly house branches of several technology companies, who showcase their products in the halls.

The large screen continuously displayed demonstration images of these products, along with narrators introducing their future prospects.

However, not many people are interested in this kind of thing.

Especially during a cold snap, there should be even fewer tourists.

When they arrived, they found banners hanging everywhere, and groups of young people, all in high spirits.

Yuan Zhonglu looked at the large characters on the banner, then took out his phone to check.

"Is there some kind of robotics competition finals being held here recently?"

"This competition is said to have started the year before last, selecting from student works across Southeast China."

"Now that it's the finals, even with this kind of awful weather lately, quite a few people still insist on coming to watch."

Feng Jianhua shook his head: "With such heavy traffic these days, flights, trains, and highways are basically impossible to travel. These people can still manage to come here. They either live nearby or they have a lot of free time."

Yuan Zhonglu smiled and said, "Science and technology are essential for national prosperity, and it's a good thing that everyone cares about science and technology."

Feng Jianhua thought for a moment, then looked at the young people's enthusiastic and heated discussion, and couldn't help but smile and say, "That's true."

Just like back then, people would hear about which battalion's artillery was particularly accurate, or which company's swordsmanship was exceptionally well-taught.

They couldn't resist watching and learning, and some even wanted to go on stage to compete.

However, the people from the ghost market deliberately chose this location, which made Feng Jianhua and his team's operation more difficult.

"Hmph, that cunning scoundrel is trying to take advantage of these promising young people."

"But once you're in there, how can you possibly hide from the eyes of an old hand like me?"

Feng Jianhua cursed under his breath, then roused himself, appearing to be a tourist strolling around, but in reality, he was keeping a close eye on everything around him.

Without making a sound, he had a clear understanding of the behavior of the people in the vicinity.

As they walked, they not only saw the heated discussions among the young men and women, but also their works.

Although they are called robots, very few of them are actually humanoid.

Some look like headless and clawless iron dogs, while others resemble remote-controlled helicopters.

Some of them even looked like toy jeeps.

Even worse, some are simply chubby plastic pipes, gurgling and slowly moving forward on the ground.

Feng Jianhua is not only a seasoned veteran, but also someone who is quite willing to learn about new things.

Yuan Zhonglu himself is also a young man.

But after all, they were just a martial arts school, and their impressions of robots were mainly limited to various movies and TV shows.

The technology in science fiction films is naturally much more advanced than in reality, and they have little idea what robots in reality have actually developed into.

These strange-looking so-called robots I saw this time were actually just student projects.

They found it quite strange.

Feng Jianhua suddenly sensed something and turned to look.

But it turned out to be just a photographer taking a group photo of several students. Perhaps due to the angle of the camera, he unintentionally captured himself in the picture.

He strained his ears and heard someone on the other end also expressing frustration, saying that they had shot the wrong shot and needed to reshoot.

Upon closer inspection, the photographer appeared perfectly normal.

Feng Jianhua frowned slightly, looked around, but still didn't find anyone suspicious.

Meanwhile, in another room in the science park.

Several people were rapidly operating the computer.

"The robot spider's scan results are in. Centered on the delivery person, there are indeed several people around him who seem suspicious."

Someone reported to the sharp-looking man with short, tousled hair wearing a black sweater.

"No firearms or similar items were detected, but their faces looked a bit off."

The man with short, tousled hair stroked the stubble on his chin and looked at the screen.

Several 3D models of human heads appeared on the screen, and their faces were being reconstructed according to normal bone structure.

The man with the tousled hair had a sudden thought: "Add white hair and beards to the fake Li Guangzong and all these other men's faces."

The men quickly complied.

"Feng Jianhua?!"

The man with the tousled hair recognized the famous Golden Knife Principal, his face turning grim. "It was actually this old devil who personally came..."

(End of this chapter)