The First Sage of Military Strategists

Chapter 23 Killing Wan Fuchun

Han Qing pushed open the door and went straight into the inner room, where he saw Han Cheng lying on the bed, his face pale and coughing incessantly.

Zhang Cuilian supported his waist and patted his back, afraid that he would choke on the medicine he had just drunk.

The two elders were chatting and hadn't noticed Han Qing's return. At that moment, Zhang Cuilian turned her head and saw Han Qing, and the worry on her face finally faded a lot.

"Qing'er, why are you back? If I had known, I would have gone to the market to buy some pork bones and made you soup for lunch."

Han Qing placed the fish and cotton-padded coat she was holding on the table beside her, her eyes fixed on Han Cheng.

"Mother, is it because of Wan Fuchun?"

"Yes, that Wan Fuchun is too hateful. He keeps a few hooligans under his command. The last few times, they only threatened him with words, but this time they directly sent people to throw excrement on our Xinglintang signboard. That signboard is a family heirloom passed down for three generations of the Han family. Your father was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe. Alas, Wan Fuchun is backed by the Luo family and acts too domineeringly. We can't afford to offend him."

Han Cheng closed his eyes and remained silent, his face still pale, without a trace of rosy complexion.

Han Qing clenched his fists silently. He could no longer bear it. He was no longer the weak and powerless young man he had been a few months ago.

Now, he possesses the Nine Yang True Skill, which has broken through the limits, as well as a master-level fist technique and lightness skill. He is confident that he can defeat even ten strong men, and at the very least, he can escape unscathed.

However, he did not reveal his thoughts, partly because he was worried about the news leaking out, and partly because he was afraid his parents would worry.

"Mother, you don't need to worry. I'm going back to the yamen tomorrow to take the exam. I'm confident I'll pass and become a formal yamen runner. Then Wan Fuchun won't dare to bully you anymore." Han Qing was afraid that the two elders would lose hope, so he quickly told them some good news.

Zhang Cuicui's face lit up with joy: "Great! My Qing'er can definitely do it."

Han Cheng opened his eyes as well: "Good, you're more promising than your father. Each generation is stronger than the last, and only then can the family prosper."

"Dad, Mom, I'm going to make you some fish soup."

"okay."

Han Qing turned and went out, glancing at the sky. It was gloomy, and he thought it was going to rain. He thought it was a good day.

Dusk.

Han Qing bid farewell to the two elders and got up to leave. He made up an excuse, saying that he was afraid of being late when he returned to the yamen the next morning, and it would be safer to go back late at night.

The two elders didn't suspect anything, they just reminded him that it was going to rain outside and he should wear more clothes.

After leaving the house, Han Qing did not go to the yamen, but instead went straight to a large courtyard in the city, the Wan Family Courtyard, along Pingshun Street.

The Wan family was once a very wealthy family in the county town. Unfortunately, the Luo family came and swallowed up all of the Wan family's businesses. In this generation, Wan Fuchun, the head of the Wan family, became Luo Sheng's subordinate.

Han Qing was halfway there when a heavy rain started to fall. All he could hear was the sound of rain rushing down on the ground. The streets were deserted, with vendors and laborers having already gone home.

Braving the wind and rain, Han Qing arrived at the high wall of the Wan family. This wall was four zhang high, like a city wall, and it was impossible to climb over without excellent lightness skills.

However, this poses little challenge for Han Qing now.

Han Qing stepped forward, lightly tapping his toes against the wall. With the speed and agility of a wild goose, he leaped upwards, directly onto the top of the wall. Then, he jumped again, landing silently on the other side of the wall.

The Wan family had indeed declined, so although the courtyard was called a large compound, it was not actually very complicated and there were not many guards.

He moved close to the wall, through the shadows, and soon got close to Wan Fuchun's room.

The room was lit, and two burly men were on guard at the door.

Han Qing secretly channeled a wisp of his spiritual power into his ears, instantly enhancing his hearing. He could clearly hear the voices of the two guards and even the sounds in the room.

"Tsk tsk, I envy neither the lovebirds nor the immortals, but I envy Master Wan every day. That little girl is so tender, Master Wan is sure to be enjoying herself to death." The burly man with the dark face on the left whispered.

"Sigh, in this world, bad people still get away with it. What's the point of being a good person?"

“You’re right. Master Wan has harmed countless people over the years. Not to mention the distant ones, yesterday he ordered me to throw excrement at Xinglin Hall. Han Cheng will probably be furious tonight, but what can he do? Master Wan is still perfectly fine, enjoying himself in his room.” “Tsk tsk, it’s good to have money. When I have money, I’ll take a concubine, specifically a sixteen-year-old.”

in the room.

Han Qing could clearly hear the man's panting and the woman's suppressed and painful cries.

Combining this with the conversation between the two, Han Qing immediately understood that Wan Fuchun must have recently bought another young girl as a concubine, and was currently doing filthy things in the room.

"Hiss, you stay here and watch, I'm going to take a piss."

The dark-faced man staggered toward the outhouse, pushed open the door, and whistled as he urinated into it.

Before he could finish urinating, he suddenly felt someone behind him. He turned his head, but before he could even make a sound, a huge fist flew into his face.

Bang!
thump!
The man fell directly into the latrine and never made a sound again; it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

Another burly man standing guard nearby heard the commotion and felt a sense of unease.

"What's that sound? Niu Ben, did you fucking fall into the latrine?"

He didn't think much of it. There were guards at the entrance of the Wan family's house, and there was also a high wall blocking the way. He didn't believe that anyone could sneak in unless the other party was a master of light-body skills, but the chances of that happening were very small.

He walked to the outhouse, but before he could even push the door open, a hand reached out from inside, grabbed his collar, and pulled him inside.

That hand seemed to possess immense strength; he simply couldn't resist it.

Just as he was about to yell, a fist suddenly shoved into his face. It felt like being hit hard with a heavy hammer. His forehead throbbed with pain, and he immediately passed out.

Han Qing casually threw the man into the latrine. He remembered these two men; they were the ones who tried to attack Han Cheng at the pharmacy that day, and one of them even dislocated his arm because of him.

"These two scoundrels have brought disaster to the people; they deserve to die."

Han Qing walked out of the outhouse and quickly went to Wan Fuchun's room, gently knocking on the door.

"Who is it? Niu Ben, didn't I give you any orders? Am I not allowed to knock on the door when I'm doing something important?" Wan Fuchun was interrupted at a crucial moment, and an inexplicable anger surged up in his heart. He got up and went to open the door without even putting on his clothes.

No matter who it was, who ruined his plans, he was determined to teach them a lesson.

However, as soon as he opened the door, before he could even see the face of the person outside, he was pulled out by a strong force.

Han Qing lifted him up with one hand and slammed him hard to the ground.

Just as Wan Fuchun was about to scream in terror, Han Qing shoved a cloth shoe into his mouth. Oh, this shoe was the one Niu Ben was wearing.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Wan Fuchun's eyes showed a pleading look, but Han Qing had no intention of letting him off the hook.

The principle of "I will not offend others unless they offend me" applies here. From any perspective, he had no reason to let Wan Fuchun go.

"There are gods watching over us; in your next life, be a good person!"

Han Qing threw a punch, slamming it hard into his chest. The force of the punch was explosive; even without unleashing his full power, the power of this punch was extremely terrifying under the enhancement of the Great Vajra Fist.

In an instant, countless bones in Wan Fuchun's chest were broken, and blood gushed from his mouth.

Han Qing then delivered another punch, landing squarely on Wan Fuchun's face, sending him straight to his death.

Having done all this, Han Qing dared not linger and used his lightness skill to leap over the wall and leave.

(End of this chapter)