Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 218 Seven Emotions Enter the Dao, Constables Arrive at the Door

"A cup of Dream of Yellow Millet, this wine actually opened up eighty-three acupoints and seven meridians for me. Now I have reached the upper three-grade realm. In terms of cultivation alone, Xinzhu is also a first-class master in the martial arts world."

Shen Xinzhu was in a very good mood after leaving the princess's residence.

Her lips curled into an arc, and her eyes curved into an arc as well. Even if someone on the street yelled at her to move aside, she wasn't unhappy at all.

As a cultivator, no matter which path you take or how powerful your combat strength is, in essence, it all comes down to cultivation level.

With strong internal energy, all kinds of martial arts techniques, secret skills, swordsmanship, and lightness skills will improve accordingly.

Without sufficient cultivation, even if one learns a peerless secret technique, one cannot use it effectively.

Therefore, in the martial arts world, character is valued; in the imperial court, power is valued. No one is without power, and no one is without it.

It's useless to blow it to the ends of the earth.

Lu Wubing was also amazed; the old Taoist priest was indeed quite skilled.

The wine produced is not only delicious, but it is also comparable to the best elixirs in the world.

For example, the precious pills of the Heavenly Star Sect, such as the Glazed Pill, can raise one's rank by two or more and can be used to refine the Glazed Sword Body. This is a top-tier, unparalleled product. Of course, this "Dream of Yellow Millet" is still somewhat inferior to it.

However, apart from the Glazed Elixir, other elixirs such as the Purple Heart Elixir, the Nourishing Essence Elixir, and the Golden Jade Pill are no match for this fine wine.

Not to mention pills like the Lesser Qi-Nourishing Pill and the Water-Nourishing Pill, which only increase one's cultivation level for a few months, they can't even compare to the aroma of this wine.

"In my opinion, the most valuable aspect of Huangliang wine is not its ability to increase internal strength."

What's most precious is that after drinking this wine, one feels a blissful, dreamlike state. For a period of time, one can perceive the spiritual essence of heaven and earth, glimpse wondrous things unseen before, thus cleansing the spirit and entering a dreamlike state akin to enlightenment. This is the most valuable thing.

Lu Wubing expressed his feelings.

With his current cultivation level and the formidable power of the Primordial Chaos Qi, to be honest, this cup of wine wouldn't have a significant impact on his true qi.

However, the fact that he was able to leap from the peak of the Innate Realm to the threshold of Ultimate Intent in one step, saving him nearly half a year of cultivation time, is already quite remarkable.

Of course, for him, it was just a matter of saving five to six months of arduous cultivation, but for Shen Xinzhu, it could very well mean saving five to six years of cultivation.

"Have you felt your soul become more stable and your spirit undergo a change?"

"It really is true. When I play the Seven Emotions Melody again, it's not so difficult."

Shen Xinzhu was so shocked and overjoyed by the improvement in her cultivation that she didn't even have time to carefully examine the subtle changes that had occurred in her spirit and soul.

Lu Wubing's reminder immediately made him realize something was wrong.

She stretched her arms out in front of her chest, without taking off the violin case from her back, and simply strummed the strings gently into the air.

Immediately, a faint, melodious zither tune rang out in front of them, and ripples appeared in the air, spreading outwards.

It stretched for over ten zhang...

The passerby, who was originally in a hurry and looked worried, slowly smoothed out his furrowed brows and revealed a gentle smile.

In the distance, a young boy with feet covered in festering sores and oozing pus and blood, like a lone wolf, endured the pain and stared intently at the hotel entrance.

He was looking at the wealthy and powerful men, as well as their sons, who had just finished their meal and were now swaying unsteadily.

He wasn't looking at the other person's waist pouch; he knew that even thinking about it, let alone trying to steal it, was a capital offense.

The only hope is that these high-ranking officials, who are drunk, will be unable to suppress the effects of the alcohol and vomit.

People would shun these things, finding them utterly repulsive.

The boy knew that if he didn't care about the taste or where it came from, he could live for two more days if he managed to snatch a bite.

The sound of vomiting, as beautiful as heavenly music, finally rang out. The boy, staggering, was about to rush forward when he heard the sound of a zither.

The music seemed to resonate deep within his heart. He suddenly stopped, tears welling in his eyes, but a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

At that moment, he seemed to hear his mother calling from home.

A strange feeling called shame rose in his heart, and he no longer felt hungry. The boy sighed slowly, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and turned to leave.

"Good, you've grasped the concept of merging the seven emotions and then generating the seven emotions again."

"Yes, the Seven Emotions Heavenly Sound, having reached this stage, has already transcended the scope of the Six Paths of the Demonic Sect. It has merged with all the emotions of the mortal world, and will no longer affect the player himself."

All things in heaven and earth, nature and all things, can be transformed into the sound of the zither.

If Mother had been able to take that step back then, she certainly wouldn't have been lured into a state of internal emotional turmoil by the Green Serpent's Illusory Sound, thus becoming an easy target for the enemy..."

"Let bygones be bygones. The Green Serpent King's bones are almost dissolved; there's no need to dwell on it anymore."

Of the remaining remnants of the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall, only that vicious dog escaped with its life.

However, I have a feeling that this time he might come knocking on your door, so you can take your revenge yourself.

"Ah."

Shen Xinzhu's deep-seated coldness and melancholy were like the remnants of ice and snow disappearing under the direct sunlight, and now she smiled warmly, "As for revenge, I don't really have that thought."

My only thought is that once this Seven Emotions Heavenly Sound is perfected, I can finally soothe the spirit without any worries, cure some ailments that were previously impossible to treat, and save many people.”

So you're still thinking about your Baoantang?

Lu Wubing chuckled to himself.

Indeed, the experiences of the first half of one's life are sometimes more than just a hobby or a pursuit. They are also a way of life, a vibrant life journey.

She is actually a psychologist, and she has been from the beginning.

“In a few days, once the storm has calmed down, we’ll open a Baoan Hall for you next to Huichun Hall.”

"Then I thank you in advance, Young Master."

Shen Xinzhu bowed gracefully with a face full of surprise: "However, if we really encounter a difficult disease, we will have to ask Junior Brother Wubing to take action. This Baoan Hall will either not open, or we... we will have to open it together."

Towards the end, Shen Xinzhu suddenly became hesitant, her usual eloquent manner completely gone, and she seemed to have become tongue-tied.

So you want the two of us to act out the Legend of the White Snake?

Lu Wubing understood.

"Let's open it together then. Should we invite Uncle Shen over first?"

"Yes, and Senior Brother Wan Jian too. It feels like something's missing without all of my family members coming."

"That's a bit too little... Pshaw, it's not a wedding, why invite the bride's family?"

Shen Xinzhu almost got dragged into the trap by following the conversation, and when she realized what was happening, she blushed deeply.

I thought to myself, this guy is supposed to be a blockhead, but he's just stirring up trouble for others.

He's all talk and no action, though he's good at understanding romance.

"Give."

Lost in thought, Shen Xinzhu caught a whiff of a delicate fragrance. Looking closer, she saw a vibrant peony blooming right in front of her, and then she saw Lu Wubing's smiling face.

"Why would you suddenly send me a flower? Where did it come from?"

Shen Xinzhu pretended not to care, but her trembling hands betrayed her.

“There was a little girl selling flowers, begging for them. I felt sorry for her, so I bought one. Didn’t you see her?”

Lu Wubing was greatly surprised.

This girl's mind wandered way too much just now.

What are you thinking about?

What you think isn't important.

Importantly, a crowd had gathered at the entrance of Huichuntang.

Moreover, he wasn't even a patient.

A loud shout rang out, making the Changxinfang neighborhood buzz; the person was clearly a master.

"Hand over Lu Wubing! This man dared to injure a distinguished guest from a friendly nation in broad daylight, resist arrest, and commit assault. His crimes are heinous. He should be imprisoned and interrogated thoroughly to find out who ordered him to do it."

A stern-looking man in black with a tall hat pointed his long sword forward, and a silver token hung at his waist, engraved with the words "Facing Heaven".

He was followed by fifty constables, all with long swords drawn and bows and arrows at the ready, forming a semi-circle that completely surrounded the front gate of Huichun Hall.

"It's Chief Constable Dong, known as the Hundred-Year-Old Dong. He's ruthless and skilled with both knives and sticks. Lu Wubing from Huichuntang is in deep trouble this time."

"By the way, what exactly is Huichuntang's background, and why did they dare to provoke the Northern Zhou envoy? Those barbarians in the capital obviously have someone protecting them, and they've been causing trouble for many people with their tyranny, and no one has ever done anything about it."

"I heard it's related to the Marquis of Changxin's household."

"The Marquis of Changxin, they can barely protect themselves, and they have no military power. They keep their doors closed and call themselves superior, and even the thugs on the street don't necessarily give them face."

"It's a pity this time. Doctors Tong and Wang are very good people, and they'll have to go down with them."

"Sigh, what kind of world is this? Black Dog doesn't do anything productive, but he's quite good at bullying kind people. I don't even remember who raised them."

"Lu Wubing, that name sounds familiar... I think I've heard it before..."

"He must have some skill; otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to provoke those barbarian envoys."

But alas, it was useless in Weijing. From top to bottom, those scoundrels were in power. Even if he were made of iron, he couldn't hammer many nails.

"Yes, don't be fooled by the fact that it was only Dong Baisui and his constables who were shouting. There was another group of people hiding nearby, holding crossbows and perhaps even muskets."

It must be Constable Wu Zhiqi leading his elite constables; they've also been mobilized. What a grand spectacle… The Zhou family's little girl was kidnapped, and no one cared. But now that the barbarian is injured, it's like his ancestor was injured—a massive mobilization.

"Silence. Some things are better left unsaid. Who knows if there are any black dogs eavesdropping here? Magistrate Li of Chaotian Prefecture is a black-faced and ruthless man. If you get arrested, you might not be able to get out even if you go bankrupt."

"Yes, yes, heaven is blind, stop talking. Huichuntang has experts, and I guess this time, it will be Tan Bazhi, one of the four great constables of the capital, who is in charge again."

This man possesses profound cultivation, is extremely ruthless, and has astonishing hearing. It's said he can hear spiders spinning silk and ants marching within three miles. If he hears someone cursing him, that would be a serious matter.

As soon as these words came out.

Those who were watching and discussing the incident all changed their expressions drastically and dared not gather together again.

The crowd that was just curious hurriedly disappeared into the shops along the street. Even some poor people who had nowhere to go huddled in the corners of the street, crouching low.

They were terrified that a stray arrow might come and kill them.

If you die here, there's no money for your burial.

It was nothing more than a tattered mat, rolled up and buried in a mass grave outside the city.

This is assuming you encounter a kind person.

If the Chaotian Prefecture were to send people to clean it up, it would most likely not be buried, but rather thrown into the back mountains to feed the wolves.

Or perhaps it was fed to some powerful and wealthy family's vicious dog.

"Squeak..."

The main gate of Huichuntang was wide open.

The first to step forward was a swordsman dressed in a Heavenly Star Sword Robe, with a face as cold and sharp as if carved by a knife.

There was no smile on his face, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

"If you want to find fault, you can always find a reason. I only ask one question: Is your Chaotian Prefecture truly willing to be a dog of the Northern Zhou barbarians and bully my Huichuntang?" *Whoosh...*

A soft gasp came from all directions.

Everyone watching had already guessed that Huichuntang would probably have to spend some time explaining itself.

Perhaps they could try to build connections and expose his background, making the constables of Chaotian Prefecture hesitant to act rashly.

They might even offer a large sum of money to secretly settle the matter.

After all, being able to open a clinic in the bustling area of ​​Weijing means the family is not short of money. If they can think of a way, even if they can't completely eliminate this disaster, it would be good if they could at least save a few lives.

We can't just do nothing and let them take whatever they want, even going so far as to confiscate our property and wipe out our entire families...

They knew better than anyone that once they were caught red-handed and these constables got their hands on them, even if they had mountains of gold and silver, they could be completely plundered.

However, to everyone's surprise, instead of the honest and dedicated doctors from Huichuntang who treated patients, a young man came out and spoke so bluntly.

It's just a desperate matter.

"You audacious scoundrel, seize him!"

Dong Baisui flew into a rage and waved his hand to give the order.

Arrows immediately flew like locusts, whistling sharply, heading straight for the entrance of Huichun Hall.

Not only did they intend to riddle Zheng Yuanbin with arrows, but they also sealed off the top of the wall and launched arrows into the courtyard. The intention was clear: this was preparation for the next attack.

"court death."

Jung Won-bin became even angrier.

The young sect leader assigned him to manage the shop and guard Huichuntang.

He felt very frustrated staying here, practicing his swordsmanship diligently, but without any opportunity to kill an enemy.

Before they knew it, Huichuntang had been surrounded by people.

Fortunately, the master and mistress were at the Changxin Marquis's residence with the old lady and hadn't stayed at Huichun Hall. Otherwise, if they had really gotten hurt, how would he explain it to the young master?

Having enjoyed a long period of peace in the capital, people have become accustomed to relying on their backgrounds and power.

Even some thugs started carving up territories and fighting over shops.

Within the sphere of their power, they would do anything. On the surface, everything was orderly, but in secret, wronged souls roared.

In this situation, they may have long forgotten that there is another type of person in the martial arts world who will fight to the death over a single disagreement.

That's what Jung Won-bin thought, and that's what he did.

They charged forward into the hail of arrows.

His figure left seven afterimages, and in the blink of an eye, he took seven steps.

A faint light shimmered around him, like stars appearing in broad daylight.

Countless sword lights formed a halo, whistling as they plunged into the archer ranks, amidst the hissing of swords and the flying of blood.

In just one charge, more than ten archers had already fallen.

"So fast."

People from all around, near and far, peeked out, their eyes wide with shock at the scene before them.

Kill the constables?

Is there really anyone who dares to take a strong stance and rebel against the Chaotian Prefecture?

This has blown up.

When Dong Baisui roared and charged out with his sword, his eyes red with rage.

Another figure rushed out from Huichuntang.

This man, also dressed in a light blue sword-wielding robe, with a calm and composed expression, passed through the sparse rain of arrows and arrived in front of Dong Baisui.

The sword transformed into flowing light, like smoke and mist.

Chi.

Dong Baisui had just pounced halfway, and before he could even get close to Zheng Yuanbin, he already caught a glimpse of the flashing sword light out of the corner of his eye.

In the midst of his busy schedule, he only had time to draw his sword and hold it to his throat and chest.

Ding……

My whole body trembled slightly.

It blocked it, but it didn't stop it.

With a flash of sword light, its position changed.

This time, there was no time to react.

He felt a sudden chill in his right chest, accompanied by a hissing sound.

Without even thinking, it shot backwards.

Looking down, he saw a deep stab wound through his right lung, from which blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Cough cough cough... Such a fast sword, who is it..."

"With only a second-grade cultivation level and mediocre swordsmanship, how dare you spout such arrogant words? Do you think my Heavenly Star Sect has no one to rely on?"

Dong Ning's sword flashed twice, transforming into a streak of light.

Piercing through Dong Baisui's right chest, he saw that the other party was still leaning on the knife and had not fallen. His aura had not weakened much, so he knew that this guy had also practiced some external martial arts, and his combat power had not actually been greatly reduced.

I'm too lazy to spout nonsense right now.

His body turned.

The Tianxuan Sword, like a halo, slashed across a radius of three zhang around him.

Puff puff……

Seven or eight constables' heads flew into the air.

"I'll see how many of you die!"

Dong Ning is usually not inclined to kill, and he is quick-witted and gentle in his work, making him a reliable and steady person.

But that doesn't mean he's soft-hearted or merciful.

In reality, the disciples of the Tianxing Sect fought a series of battles, resulting in a bloodbath.

Those who excelled were all forged by sacrificing human lives to create swords that were ruthless and vicious.

He was truly determined to kill.

Those moves were all deadly.

The sword light flashed like lightning, whistling through the crowd, and in just a few breaths, it killed more than twenty people.

With a lunge, trailing a thick mist of blood, he once again pounced in front of Dong Baisui.

"Brother Wu, save me!"

A look of horror flashed in Officer Dong's eyes.

The more arrogant they were before, the more terrified they are now.

He discovered that of his fifty men, only seven or eight remained standing. Two menacing figures, one in front and one behind, transformed into streaks of light and pounced.

The sword light was so fast that even the sword itself couldn't see it clearly.

He immediately threw himself to the ground, rolling and dodging, grabbing his subordinate's corpse to cover his vitals.

chirp...

He was struck by three swords in quick succession, with stab wounds appearing in his shoulder, hip, and cheek at the same time, and his voice became hoarse.

"Om..."

This time, countless black dots swarmed out from the corners of the walls and the windows of the shops, like a swarm of bees.

Simultaneously.

A series of loud bangs followed.

More than ten muskets fired.

However, as this black dot rose into the air...

Two sharp shouts rang out in quick succession.

A flash of sword light, like a cloud swept by the wind, lightly swept across the street corner.

A sword light, like a torrential downpour, with countless sword shadows, slashed towards the black dot that had risen into the air.

Screams rose and fell like waves, and the stench of blood grew stronger and stronger.

"There are still experts here. Does Huichuntang have so many top-notch experts? We've kicked a hornet's nest."

Between the electric light and flint.

As soon as the two sides clashed, a large number of them immediately collapsed.

One after another, formidable swordsmen emerged from Huichun Hall, making the hearts of onlookers tremble.

It was clear that the dozens or even hundreds of constables were about to be wiped out.

People scattered and fled. Then, a tiger's roar rang in their ears!
"hold head high……

A deep rumble resounded, and the entire street shook. A burly, dark-skinned man with a large blood tumor on his forehead wielded a massive broadsword as wide as a door panel. With a whoosh, he slashed horizontally as the sword moved.

The blade flashed, leaving a long, white trail.

It stretches for over ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Shops and people along the way were all cut down by this one stroke.

"Floating clouds!"

"pelting rain!"

With two sharp, childish shouts, two slender figures, one in pale yellow and the other in silver, soared into the sky.

The sword light transformed into dark clouds and dense rain, drifting outwards as the sword's edge clashed with the blade's light, creating a continuous crackling sound.

As the blade's light grew stronger, a zither melody suddenly rang out in mid-air.

hum!
The sound of the zither began.

The blade's light suddenly dissipated.

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(End of this chapter)