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Amidst the ruins, Tie Youxia supported his body with a broken half of his sword. Each breath he took pulled at his shattered internal organs, bringing out a sweet, pungent taste of blood.

He said in a hoarse voice.

I promise you.

The voice just fell.

A bluish-green afterimage silently crossed the broken bridge and the lake, which were dozens of feet high.

The figure that was on the edge of the pavilion a moment ago was now standing in front of Tie Youxia.

There was no wind, no gas explosion.

He just appeared there, as if he was meant to be.

Tie Youxia's muscles tensed to their limit instantly, and his intact arm instinctively rose and then fell limply down.

Are they here to take my life?

Or should we, like those villains in the martial arts world, forcibly feed them mind-controlling poison pills?

He was prepared for death or humiliation.

However, Shen Mo made no further attacking moves.

He simply stood there calmly.

Then, he extended one finger.

That finger slowly pointed towards Tie Youxia's limp, shattered arm.

Tie Youxia did not dodge.

He can't avoid it.

He closed his eyes, awaiting the expected excruciating pain or a piercing blow.

But my fingertips didn't touch his skin.

It stopped an inch from his arm's length.

A gentle, lingering current of air entered through the fingertips.

This power was completely different from the previous domineering and overwhelming force that could crush a lake from a distance. It had no aggression whatsoever, and was as warm as the spring sunshine.

The airflow flowed slowly along his broken meridians.

Wherever it passed, the excruciating pain miraculously subsided quickly.

Immediately afterwards, a tingling, slightly itchy sensation came from the broken bone.

Tie Youxia could clearly "hear" that the dislocated and shattered bones in his arm were being pulled back into place by an incomprehensible force and were slowly healing.

Is this...is this for healing his wounds?

Using such profound and refined internal energy to heal his enemy, whom he had just been fighting to the death with?

Tie Youxia suddenly opened her eyes, her face filled with incomprehensible absurdity.

In just a dozen or so breaths.

His arm, which had been rendered useless, had regained sensation and could even move slightly, except for some soreness.

This technique has transcended the realm of martial arts and is almost a miracle!

Tie Youxia tentatively clenched his fist, his bones cracking slightly. He looked down at his arm, then up at the Taoist priest in blue before him, momentarily at a loss for words.

Shen Mo withdrew his finger.

"I don't need to use poison to control you."

His words were very calm.

"My strength is the strongest shackle."

After saying that, he didn't even look at Tie Youxia, and bent down to pick up the half of the "Soul Chaser Blade" from the rubble.

The blade is dark in color, and the cut is smooth.

Shen Mo held the broken knife and casually made three slashes in the empty space in front of him.

The first strike was a slow, straight chop.

The second strike was a straight horizontal slash.

The third move is a simple upward flick.

The three movements were so simple, like a child learning to wield a knife haphazardly, without any technique or power.

But it was those three strikes.

The words struck Tie Youxia like three thunderbolts.

He practiced swordsmanship for thirty years, and his lifelong pursuit was the ultimate in "speed" and "sharpness".

His "Soul-Chasing Blade" became the signature weapon of the Chief Constable of the Six Doors because it was sharp enough to draw blood with every strike, and it never missed its mark in chasing souls and taking lives.

But Shen Mo's first straight slash revealed to him "weight." It wasn't the weight of the blade itself, but a kind of momentum, a sense of weight that could press an entire mountain down on the tip of the blade.

The second horizontal slash showed him "stability". Stable as the earth, no matter how the opponent changes his moves, I remain unmoved. With one slash, I isolate heaven and earth, leaving no room for further change.

The third upward slash revealed to him "life." The knife was not merely a weapon of slaughter; the upward slash could be used for both offense and defense, to break through all laws, and to sustain endless life.

Sharpness is merely the surface of a knife.

Substance, stability, and vitality are the essence of a knife!

Shen Mo himself hadn't expected that these three strikes would cause Tie Youxia to lose his composure so much.

He simply gained a deeper understanding of the way of weapons after perfecting the Quanzhen Sword Technique, and thus applied his knowledge to other areas.

Although swords and sabers are different, the essence of "weight, stability, and vitality" is the same. This level of mastery is something that even the Quanzhen Seven Masters' Quanzhen swordsmanship has not yet reached perfection, let alone their understanding of saber techniques.

Tie Youxia's swordsmanship bottleneck, which had stagnated for a full ten years, suddenly loosened at this moment.

An unprecedented realization welled up in my mind.

So this is the true essence of swordsmanship.

It turns out that the martial arts skills he had been so proud of for thirty years were nothing more than child's play in front of his opponent.

The other party's martial arts level had reached a level he could not even imagine, and giving him pointers was truly just a casual gesture.

Tie Youxia took a deep breath; he understood.

This healing technique and these three pointers were all telling him one fact: if the other party wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as turning their hand.

If the other party wanted to cripple him, it would be effortless. And if the other party wanted him to live a better life, it would be as simple as lifting a finger.

This absolute difference in strength is the most secure form of control.

Clang.

Shen Mo casually tossed aside the broken half of the knife.

He issued his first order.

"Your first task is to utilize all the files and manpower of the Six Doors to prepare a list for me."

Tie Youxia was still immersed in the huge impact of the breakthrough in his swordsmanship when he heard this, and his body trembled and he subconsciously raised his head.

Shen Mo didn't give him time to think and continued speaking.

"All prefectures, counties, and districts within the territory of the Great Song Dynasty."

"Criminals who have committed heinous crimes such as rape, robbery, massacre of villages and families, and disregard for human life, but have not been brought to justice due to official protection, insufficient evidence, or powerful influence."

"Whether he is an official appointed by the imperial court or a local tyrant."

"Whether he is a notorious bandit or a highly respected monk."

"Make sure everything is recorded and give it to me."

Every word was like a heavy hammer blow, striking Tie Youxia's heart.

His body jolted violently.

Tie Youxia finally understood exactly what this person wanted to do!

This is not a trial!

This is for cleaning!

He had no faith in the laws of the Song Dynasty. He wanted to use his own hands to uproot and completely eliminate all the evils hidden in the shadows of the Song Dynasty!

What an insane and domineering idea!

To fight against the dark side of the world with one's own strength!

Tie Youxia's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he felt an unprecedented chill shoot from his spine straight to the top of his head.

He thought of the files in the Six Doors' archives, those files buried at the very bottom, never to see the light of day again.

How many wronged souls' cries are recorded in those case files?

How much innocent blood is stained on those case files?

And as the chief constable of the Six Doors, how many cases of justice that should have been served have he personally suppressed over the years?

He spoke with difficulty, asking the question that made even himself tremble.

"all?"

There was no reply.

He just watched him quietly.

That calm gaze carried a weight that could crush mountains and rivers.

After a few breaths.

Tie Youxia finally couldn't withstand the pressure and slowly, deeply lowered his once incredibly proud head.

He changed how he addressed me.

"Your subordinate... obeys."

These four words exhausted all his strength.

This also means that the chief constable of the Six Doors, one of the highest enforcers of the law in the Song Dynasty, has completely abandoned everything he has upheld throughout his life.

Shen Mo turned around.

His figure rose and fell a few times before turning into a black dot and disappearing into the distant horizon.

Only one sentence echoed clearly on the quiet shore of South Lake.

"I want to see the first batch of names outside Lin'an City one month from now."

The sound faded away.

Only Tie Youxia remained standing alone amidst the ruins.

He slowly bent down, picked up the broken half of the knife that had been with him for thirty years, and gripped it tightly.

The smooth surface at the fracture point reflects a dazzling light under the sunlight.

He looked at the broken half of the knife and suddenly laughed.

The laughter was soft, yet carried a sense of relief and ease.

"The 'soul-chasing blade' of thirty years chased the law, but bound itself in the end."

He looked up in the direction where Shen Mo had disappeared, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

Over the years, how many villains, knowing they deserved to die, had to have their cases buried at the bottom of the hierarchy due to pressure from the imperial court and the unspoken rule of mutual protection among officials?

How many times has he held the hilt of a knife, only to watch helplessly as villains went unpunished?

The law became the heaviest shackle in his hands.

Today, this person did what he had always wanted to do but never dared to do in his life, in the most direct and domineering way.

They disregarded the imperial court, the rules, and the so-called evidence and procedures.

He single-handedly eradicated all evil.

"Perhaps..." Tie Youxia murmured to himself, "this is the true law."

He sheathed the broken sword back in his waistband and turned to walk towards Lin'an.

His steps were no longer faltering, but rather unusually firm.

The heavy burden on my shoulders seemed to be lifted at this moment, replaced by an unprecedented sense of ease.

He was finally able to stop suppressing his inner sense of justice.

Those long-standing injustices and crimes covered up by power are finally being brought to justice.

And he only needs to do one thing well—

Those lists were handed over to that person in their entirety.