Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 162 Sword Roars in Dongjun, Strike First to Strike Strong
As Lu Wubing and his companions continued their journey, the streets grew wider and wider. The main crossroads led to both ends of the street, which was paved with stone slabs and lined with shops on both sides, all of which were doing very well.

With three men and three horses, this time, no one dared to stop them.

Lu Wubing, however, had keen senses and excellent eyesight. He noticed that many constables were following far behind, pushing and shoving each other, dawdling over their work.

Occasionally, someone in the county would sneak a peek, while someone else would turn around and leave in a hurry, but he didn't care at all.

"arrive."

Cheng Liangyu suddenly stopped in her tracks, looked up, and her expression was filled with sadness, hatred, anger, and worry, to the point that her whole body trembled slightly.

"What a huge storefront."

Lu Wubing looked around, then looked up at the large mansion not far ahead and roughly estimated that it covered an area of ​​about twenty or thirty acres.

Looking out from the street, across the square in front of the gate, you can still see the flying eaves and arched walls, and the continuous buildings inside the courtyard.

Above the plaque are three large gilded characters: “Mingxin Hall”. In front of the door are two white jade Pixiu statues, fierce and imposing, with their fangs and wide mouths open, facing the passersby.

At this moment, the main gate in the center of Mingxin Hall was tightly closed, while the side gate was open. Eight burly men dressed in tight-fitting clothes, carrying bows and swords, stood in front of the gate, their eyes scanning the area like eagles.

Upon seeing the three people and three horses approaching, they subtly shifted their stance, forming a semi-circle, appearing extremely vigilant.

"Who goes there? What brings you here?"

The burly man at the head of the group roared angrily, as if he was about to start a fight at the slightest provocation.

All three were sharp-eared and sharp-eyed, and could even hear the sound of footsteps echoing in the courtyard. The main gate in the center was slightly ajar.

"Pfft..."

Along the way, perhaps having figured something out, Lin Wenjing's originally calm and gentle nature underwent some changes, and she became more cheerful.

When your mindset changes, your attitude towards people and things also changes.

At this point, she couldn't help but laugh: "Senior Sister Cheng, the people in your family are so funny. When the young lady comes home, instead of welcoming her, they treat her like a thief and even start questioning her."

Before Cheng Liangyu could answer, a thin old man walked out from inside the door, holding a pipe in his hand, and said with a forced smile, "If it really is the eldest young lady returning home, then of course the whole family will welcome her."

However, this woman colluded with outsiders to secretly plot against the master and the former mistress, committing the heinous crimes of patricide and matricide, which are truly unforgivable.

We were acting on the orders of our mistress, intending to show leniency and not pursue the matter to the end, simply pretending this person didn't exist in the family. But who would have thought they would dare to come and cause trouble?

"Did Zhu Ling say that?"

Cheng Liangyu's expression changed drastically, his face suddenly turning completely pale, though his body stopped trembling.

Lu Wubing, however, noticed a sudden surge of murderous intent emanating from her.

This cut off even the last shred of hesitation.

"Hmph, how dare you address the mistress by her name? It seems the Heavenly Star Sect has given you a lot of courage."

Take my advice: don't even think about the Cheng family business anymore... No matter who you bring in, it'll be useless."

"It was my mistake; I shouldn't have wasted my breath on traitors like you."

Cheng Liangyu sighed, bowed to Lu Wubing, and said in a calm voice, "I beg the young sect leader to uphold justice."

This step is necessary, as it is essential for a proper name to be appropriate and for words to flow smoothly.

This bow is a family matter.

No, that means the Tianxing Sect interfered in the affairs of the martial arts world in Donghai County without authorization. Although they are all pretty much the same at heart, they value appearances.

It can also tell the civilians and officials watching from afar... whether they are thieves or not, you should take your time to judge, and speak after the outcome is decided.

"it is good."

Lu Wubing slowly stepped forward, his voice unhurried: "Zhu Ling of the Zhu family plotted to harm my two senior uncles, Cheng Lin and Wen Yuan, of the Tianxing Sect. She also abused and hunted down her two children. Her crimes are heinous and she deserves to be executed."

With these days of cultivation, Lu Wubing has begun to open the third acupoint of the sixteenth meridian. Inside his dantian, a pool of extremely high-quality internal energy, as calm as a still lake, has gathered.

Furthermore, having perfected the [Golden Thread Robe] and [Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone Fist], his Qi and blood improved daily. At this point, all five internal organs were functioning smoothly, and his Qi was powerful and vigorous.

When he opened his mouth to speak, half the city could hear him, and the courtyard in front of him resounded with a loud boom.

The half-closed door creaked open as it was forced open by the airflow.

Behind them, a densely packed group of about five or six hundred strong and capable guards were revealed.

Lu Wubing uttered only the word "execute," and said no more.

He drew his longsword and slashed down with a single blow.

Without a leader, the world will prosper.

Dozens or even hundreds of people in front of them simultaneously felt a sharp pain on their foreheads, as if struck by a heavy hammer. Their eyes rolled back, their mouths opened wide, their tongues protruded, and blood gushed from their seven orifices.

A section of it fell down crookedly.

"What kind of evil sorcery?"

The gaunt old man staggered a few steps forward, bright red blood flowing from his nose, and screamed as he retreated wildly.

He sensed something was wrong from the thunderous sound of the other side. When he swung his sword again, for some unknown reason, nearly a hundred elite soldiers fell from all directions.

This is simply unheard of and unseen.

Moreover, even though he hadn't been attacked, he felt as if his head had been hit.

At that moment, I felt dizzy, my whole body was weak, and I could barely stand.

He yelled loudly and backed away, unaware that his steps were pitifully small.

He retreated three or four steps, but didn't even get a full zhang away.

chi...

A flash of light and shadow appeared before my eyes.

The gaunt old man only managed to lift his pipe three inches before a sharp pain shot through his throat and his body went limp.

Those who aid and abet evil deserve to die.

Lu Wubing stepped over the densely packed corpses and continued forward.

His eyes were indifferent, and his actions were ruthless.

Everyone who witnessed this scene, near and far, felt a chill run down their spines.

They naturally recognized the gaunt old man; he was Qu Tongguang, the head of the Qingzi Banner of Mingxin Hall. When Cheng Lin was still alive, he was considered one of the generals under Master Cheng.

There are seven such leaders with seven-colored flags like him.

It is said that three people either died in battle or were captured, while the remaining four all submitted to Zhu Ling, the matriarch of the Cheng family.

Nearly twenty small-time bosses also joined these people.

The issue isn't that Qu Tongguang, as an elder of the Cheng family, was the first to betray them. People strive for higher positions, water flows downhill; no choice is surprising.

This person was a member of the Golden Monkey Sect of Hidden Green Mountain, and his skill in using a pipe as a staff was extremely refined. His acupoint striking technique was also quite well-known in the martial arts world.

Having opened eighteen meridians, he is considered an extremely powerful figure among fourth-rank martial artists.

But this top-tier second-rate martial arts master only knew how to scream a few times before he died without a ripple.

That's a bit scary.

The most terrifying thing was that the seemingly young swordsman in blue robes simply slashed his sword lightly into the void, and a hundred or so people fell to the ground at the same time, bleeding from their seven orifices, clearly dead.

"It's the young master of the Heavenly Star Sect. Didn't you hear Miss Cheng mention it before?"

"So it was the Southern Sword that arrived."

"The Zhu family is in deep trouble now. They thought the Tianxing Sect wouldn't come to retaliate in a big way, but they didn't expect that the one who came down the mountain was such a killer."

"I heard that the Mingyang Beggars' Gang branch, including Elder Wu Tianzhi of the Nine Bags, was wiped out by this man."

With the [Vast Ocean Sword] in her hand, few survive... Zhu Ling has really bitten off more than she can chew; who knows how this will end?

"What's the point of cleaning up this mess? Judging by the way this person does things, anyone who's connected to the deaths of Master Cheng and his wife is probably having trouble sleeping."

The words of Zhu Ling, the matriarch of the Cheng family, can only deceive some naive young men in the martial arts world. Anyone with discerning eyes can see through them.

The head of the household and his wife died, and as a result, the concubine gained power.

Furthermore, they even pinned the blame on the eldest daughter of the family.

The youngest son of the Cheng family is under tight control, and he can't even see his subordinates...

Only the most ruthless and uncouth people in the martial arts world could do something so openly and honestly.

Furthermore, they were not afraid of the gossip and criticism of the world.

Any wealthy or influential family that still has some sense of shame would never do so openly.

Faced with such an eye-opening way of seizing power, even those who secretly admire it would never dare to openly agree, for who wouldn't be afraid of having such a figure appear in their own family?

Of course, it's even more impossible to openly criticize their family.

The twelve powerful families wielded immense influence, with the Zhu family having businesses spanning the southeastern region. They controlled three prefectures and twelve cities, and had marriage alliances with various powerful factions.

Even if their family does something outrageous, not many people dare to talk about it behind their backs.

However, ordinary people have absolutely no goodwill towards such large families; they only feel fear.

Seeing the Zhu family girl get the short end of the stick, many people secretly clapped and cheered.

"Everyone in Mingxin Hall heard this clearly. Today, Miss Cheng returned to the manor to set things right and captured and killed the wicked woman Zhu Ling."

"Lay down your weapons, kneel down and surrender, and you may live; otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless with my sword."

Lu Wubing finally admitted just how apt Cheng Liangyu's description of her second aunt as a "poisonous woman" was.

This guy had wild ideas; not only did he seize the family business, but he also pinned the infamy of patricide and matricide on Cheng Liangyu.

It's fortunate that this Miss Cheng was able to maintain her composure after joining the Tianxing Sect, instead of humbly begging for help.

Originally, Lu Wubing felt that Cheng Liangyu's attitude when asking for help was a bit off, as he had gotten something for nothing.

Looking back now, I understand somewhat.

She had nothing left. If people could see through her destitution and misery, wouldn't she be at their mercy?

Therefore, one can only appear tough, making it difficult for others to discern the truth from the falsehood.

Trading things with others that don't belong to you in the first place.

In reality, Cheng Liangyu probably didn't care at all about who owned the family business; all she wanted was revenge.

The 50% figure is just a starting point.

Therefore, after entering the mansion, Cheng Liangyu was like a mad tiger, unleashing waves of blood with a single sword strike, killing his way from the front courtyard to the main hall, and then from the main hall to the back courtyard.

Along the way, besides forty or fifty people kneeling and surrendering, there were as many as three or four hundred people lying in pools of blood, three hundred of whom she killed with her own hands.

Lin Wenjing was a little slow, and Cheng Liangyu pulled her down by several steps.

After Lu Wubing unleashed two sword strikes at the gate, he made no further moves, simply following behind to oversee the battle.

As soon as they arrived at the backyard, three people rushed out together.

One person wielded a knife, one a sword, and one a spear.

He was wearing a tight-fitting outfit in purple, white, and gold.

"How vicious! You are so cruel to your own family. I know you must not be allowed to live."

A bald man, wielding a long spear, thrust forward with a whoosh, the spearhead creating a roaring wave that blocked the way.

chi...

A spot of blood appeared between his eyebrows.

A silver needle had already pierced through.

The man's body stiffened, and Cheng Liangyu chopped off his head.

However, Lu Wubing was impatient.

These people are completely oblivious to the situation. "Who is this idiot?"

Lu Wubing asked softly.

"It's Wu Siyou, the chief of the White Banner."

Cheng Liangyu replied resentfully.

So, there are still two big bosses, Purple and Gold? I don't know how my two senior uncles managed their power; they've been abandoned by everyone.

So many people betrayed them; whatever the reason, it cannot cover up the incompetence of the two senior uncles.

Even if they were highly skilled in martial arts, they were still able to build such a huge empire.

However, he was ultimately murdered, and surprisingly, few of his subordinates were loyal.

It is conceivable that there must be many inappropriate things in his daily behavior.

Lu Wubing looked up and saw a graceful and beautiful woman standing with one foot on a boy of about ten years old in front of the pavilion on the west side of the backyard.

An embroidered shoe stepped on the boy's thigh until the bone protruded.

This person is clearly Zhu Ling.

Even when someone was right in front of her, she remained calm and even had a faint smile on her face.

Her almond-shaped eyes glanced sideways and stared straight ahead, brimming with moisture, making one want to pin her down on the bed and ravage her.

She is indeed an extraordinary beauty.

No wonder Uncle-Master Cheng Lin suffered such a big setback.

The bamboo snake's mouth and the wasp's stinger... its reputation is well-deserved.

Behind the woman stood two elderly men with white hair and white beards on either side of her. One of them had his arms crossed, so his hands were not visible. He squinted, as if he didn't care about the scene before him.

The other man's eyes were like cold lightning, staring intently at Lu Wubing. The long sword behind his elbow emitted a buzzing sound from time to time, and with each breath, a strong wind seemed to blow in front of him.

These two old men had unusual appearances and powerful auras. Despite their frail bodies, everyone's attention was drawn to them as soon as they entered the backyard.

A top-notch expert.

Lu Wubing didn't even need to test the other party's skills; he could tell the opponent's strength just by sensing their aura.

In terms of internal energy cultivation alone, he is definitely not inferior to his Uncle Li Feiying.

Without a doubt, apart from the two deceased senior uncles, no one else in Mingxin Hall possesses such strength; it must be due to the support of the Zhu family.

No wonder Zhu Ling is so fearless.

She demonstrated her value and gained the support of her master's family. Coupled with her trust and respect for the Zhu family, she never imagined that she would fail in Donghai County.

Even if it's a master from the Heavenly Star Sect, so what?

The Heavenly Star Sect is very strong, but it is far from its former glory.

With the current influence of the Tianxing Sect, it is far inferior to that of the Zhu family, so why should it be afraid?
Zhu Ling lifted her leg and placed her lotus foot on the boy's neck.

"Cheng Liangyu, I never expected you could find such a helper? I underestimated you."

"Poisonous woman..."

Cheng Liangyu's eyes turned red.

His swordplay faltered slightly as he was forced to retreat step by step by a burly man in purple robes wielding a knife, whose swift and powerful swordsmanship was like a whirlwind.

However, he was hesitant to act rashly, fearing the consequences, and was filled with anxiety.

Zhu Ling then said, "Xiao Yu, if you put down your weapon and obediently admit defeat, I will spare your brother's life, how about it?"
From now on, this business will need your management. Even if blood is broken, the foundation laid by the master will not fall into the hands of outsiders.

"You would be so kind?"

Lu Wubing became somewhat curious.

He had absolutely no idea what the woman was thinking.

If you call her stupid, she managed to ruin her two senior uncles, Cheng Lin and Wen Yuan, and then use a backdoor listing to go public—her methods were quite sophisticated. She can hardly be called stupid.

So, this woman must be ignorant, thinking that the Zhu family has already secured victory just because they sent two top-notch experts.

Even though there were heavy casualties ahead, she didn't care at all and adopted the posture of a victor.

This is like a cat playing with a mouse.

"It is better to resolve enmity than to create it. I am just a woman who has only loved to enjoy life. How could I possibly care about such trivial matters?"

Mingxintang is such a large operation, it needs someone to manage it. It doesn't matter who it's given to.

Of course, there were conditions when this business was given to Xiaoyu.

"What are the conditions? Tell me!"

"I am Zhu Yuanqing, the second young master of the Zhu family. I am highly skilled in martial arts and have outstanding literary talent. I don't have any particular hobbies in my life, but I am ill."

Well, he's taken a fancy to Xiaoyu and wants her to be his third concubine. If she agrees, everything will be fine; otherwise…”

"What else?"

Lu Wubing's voice suddenly appeared in front of Zhu Ling.

A mere three zhang (approximately 10 meters) distance flashed by...

With so many people watching in the courtyard, no one knew how he got there.

The two white-haired old men, who had been calm and collected all along, suddenly flew into a rage.

One person struck out with a palm, its edge emerald green, causing the air to shatter into powder, which then coalesced into a heart shape and imprinted on Lu Wubing's side.

The other man's longsword transformed into a bolt of cold lightning, piercing Lu Wubing's left chest with a hiss, about to pierce through his heart.

"Humph……"

Lu Wubing sneered, clenched his left fist, and punched his right side in the rib area.

He drew his sword with his right hand, and the sword transformed into a stream of light.

The moment the light appeared in everyone's sight, the old man wielding the sword froze, unable to move.

The tip of the sword emerged from behind his head.

The old man on the right had just struck with his palm when, before he could even show any joy on his face, his body trembled violently.

I felt an overwhelming force, rumbling and shaking my whole body.

Crackling sound...

His arms, shoulders, and then his shoulder bones and ribs all crumbled together.

Half of his body exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and he flew out in a spinning motion, crashing heavily onto the bluestone ground.

Blood gushed from his mouth like a fountain, and his body convulsed; he was clearly beyond saving.

When inner and outer aspects are in harmony, the practice is perfected.

Furthermore, with the enhancement and evolution of Lu Wubing's physique by the boundless vitality, he himself felt that his body was now so strong that it was no longer human.

With a swing of the arm, thousands of pounds of force burst forth, as easily as eating or drinking.

There is absolutely no need to gather your energy.

Let alone an ordinary second-grade expert, even a Xiantian expert, he could fight head-on with his physique alone.

It remains to be seen who is stronger and who is more physically robust.

As for the old man whose sword moves are as fast as lightning, thinking you can out-sword him is completely wishful thinking.

He suspected that even after he had stabbed seven holes in the old man, the old man's sword hadn't even reached him.

"I'm asking you, what if Senior Sister Xiaoyu doesn't marry the second young master of the Zhu family as a concubine, otherwise what will happen?"

Lu Wubing almost brought his face close to Zhu Ling's nose and finally saw some panic and fear in her eyes.

How can I not panic and feel fear?
The two Zhu family elders, who were relied upon as pillars of the state, were killed without a sound. One had his skull pierced, and the other had his bones shattered. Blood splattered all over her head, and she was even questioned by someone close to her.

However, it's unclear how this woman was brainwashed.

At this point, still wanting to retaliate, he mustered his strength, slightly raised his foot, and was about to stomp down.

Knowing he was doomed, he wanted to inflict unbearable pain on Cheng Liangyu and the others, and even wanted to crush his younger brother Cheng Baoyu to death.

She had just put her feet down when she realized that she couldn't get a firm footing.

No, it's not that I can't exert any force at all; my legs seem to be out of my control.

She looked down and discovered that, without her noticing, her right leg had collapsed to the side from the knee down, and blood was gushing out like a fountain.

"what……"

The excruciating pain finally reached her mind, causing Zhu Ling to convulse and fall to the ground, hugging her knees and wailing.

She was finally afraid.

And I truly felt the pain.

"Senior Sister Cheng, do you think I don't need to get involved in what to do next?"

Lu Wubing smiled gently.

His longsword flashed repeatedly, two streaks of light passing by.

The two men, dressed in purple and gold and wielding swords, were fleeing at full speed when they collapsed halfway down the road and never got up again, blood gushing from the back of their heads.

However, he had already been stabbed in the head by Lu Wubing with two swords and killed on the spot.

Cheng Liangyu's eyebrows twitched wildly at the sight.

She took a deep breath, reached out and tapped several times, subduing Zhu Ling.

Furthermore, they kindly bound her thighs with strips of torn cloth, fearing she might die sooner.

As for how to conduct the interrogation...

This can be seen in Cheng Liangyu's eyes; they are filled with deep-seated hatred.

I reckon Zhu Ling won't get away with this.

An eye for an eye, that's how it is.

"Baoyu!"

Only then did Cheng Liangyu help her younger brother, Cheng Baoyu, up. The two siblings embraced and wept bitterly. After a few sobs, Cheng Baoyu said through gritted teeth, "Sister, I didn't cry once, nor did I call her 'mother' again."

"Okay, good brother, it's all over now."

Cheng Liangyu choked back two sobs, and was about to plead with Lu Wubing when she was pulled up by someone.

"Don't worry, it's just a minor injury. I'll make sure your brother gets a healthy leg back."

Lu Wubing said with a smile.

He looked back at the road he had come from and saw the distant noise gradually fading away.

I know that those behind the scenes know everything they need to know, and they certainly won't stand idly by. I just don't know what they will do.
Regardless, my primary goal in coming here is to achieve it.

"Senior Sister Cheng, first find out the location of all the supplies, especially the Purple Flame Shells. Gather them all together; I need them urgently."

There have been quite a few murders.

He felt his spirit burning like fire, and at this moment, he could use this spiritual medicine to concentrate his spiritual power and push his sword intent to another level.

In this way, no matter what changes occur next, I don't need to worry about them.

On the contrary, it's not that it's impossible; it's better to strike first.

……

(End of this chapter)