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Helian Tieshu stared at the backs of the group of people, his eyes narrowed.

The Empress was furious last night, and this morning he was still thinking about how to make a contribution, and now this opportunity has come knocking on his door.

Regardless of whether it's true or not, arrest them first. If we arrest the wrong person, we can just release them; if we arrest the right person, it will be a great achievement.

"Arrest those people," Helian Tieshu said, waving his hand.

Upon hearing this, the NPCs and players behind him immediately rushed out.

Passersby on the street screamed and scrambled to the sides. Several stalls were overturned, and the fruits and vegetables in the baskets rolled all over the ground.

Murong Fu had just reached the center of the street when he heard something amiss behind him. He turned around and saw about twenty or thirty men in Yipintang uniforms rushing towards him, their swords already drawn.

"Young Master, this is bad!" Bao Butong's expression changed drastically. "Those officials look like they're going to arrest us!"

Murong Fu frowned and slammed his folding fan shut.

He stood still, watching the group of people rushing towards him, and then looking at Helian Tieshu, who was slowly following behind on horseback.

What's going on? He just arrived in Xingqing Prefecture and hasn't even met the Western Xia officials yet, so why are they arresting him?

He took a deep breath, suppressing his doubts, and maintained his composure.

As Helian Tieshu approached, he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and said in a calm tone, "General, may I ask what we have done to warrant such a grand procession?"

Helian Tieshu looked down at him from his horse.

This person has an extraordinary demeanor, but the more so, the more suspicious he becomes.

"Enough with the nonsense." Helian Tieshu was too lazy to explain. "Arrest them all and lock them up in jail for a thorough interrogation."

As soon as he finished speaking, several NPCs walked up to Murong Fu and reached out to grab him.

Murong Fu's face darkened.

He didn't know what went wrong, but once he was in jail, even white could be turned into black.

Murong Fu traveled a long way to Western Xia to propose marriage, not to go to jail.

Bao Butong leaned closer and whispered, "Young Master, let's retreat first. We can't let them arrest us."

Murong Fu's gaze swept around. The street was crowded and the terrain was complicated; the group of players behind him were still confused.

But if a fight really breaks out, these people from Yipintang might not be able to stop them.

"Walk."

He gave a low shout, his toes barely touching the ground as he leaped into the air, his white robes folding in mid-air as he swept towards the rooftops beside the street.

Bao Butong, Feng Bo'e, and the others reacted extremely quickly, following closely behind. With a light touch of their toes on the wall, they had already climbed onto the roof.

The group of players behind them finally came to their senses. Some ran after them, some stood there stunned, and some tried to explain, but it was too late.

"Dare to run!" Helian Tieshu's eyes lit up. "You've got something to hide! Archers, fire!"

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen archers immediately emerged from the group of NPCs behind him, nocked their arrows, and shot at the figures on the rooftop.

Whoosh whoosh—

The sound of arrows piercing the air rang out in rapid succession.

Murong Fu was in mid-air when his long sword flashed as he drew it, deflecting two arrows aimed at him.

Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e were not so composed. The two swung their weapons to parry, and their figures staggered on the tiles.

Several unlucky players had just jumped onto the roof when they were shot in the back by arrows before they could even get a foothold.

It screamed and tumbled off the eaves, crashing onto the street, a white light flashing in its wake.

Helian Tieshu watched with excitement, spurred his horse forward a few steps, and shouted, "Chase! Chase them all! Capture them alive!"

The twenty or thirty men behind him immediately chased after Murong Fu and the others in the direction they had fled, their footsteps making the stone slabs of the street thud.

Wu Feng stood still.

He stood to the side and slightly behind Helian Tieshu, his hat brim pulled low, watching the group of people leaping away on the rooftops, and then watching Helian Tieshu and his men chase after them.

Chaos reigned on the street. Overturned vendors squatted on the ground picking up their fruits and vegetables, while passersby pointed and whispered. The corpses of several players who had just fallen to their deaths vanished in a flash of white light, leaving behind a few scattered items on the ground.

Wu Feng glanced down at the fallen debris, then looked up in the direction where Murong Fu had disappeared.

Those arrows were quite accurate; the archers of Yipintang are quite skilled.

Bao Butong seemed to have been shot in the shoulder with an arrow. Feng Bo'e ran with a limp. Seven or eight of the players behind him scattered, and the rest were also desperately trying to escape.

Helian Tieshu chased after him with great effort, and in the blink of an eye, he had disappeared.

Wu Feng stood there, watching the direction in which Murong Fu and his group scattered and fled, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Now we have a legitimate reason.

It is perfectly reasonable for Yipintang, as a centurion, to pursue suspects and chase those who resist arrest.

Even if someone commits murder in the street, it's still considered performing official duties.

He exerted force with his feet, unleashing the "Lingbo Weibu" technique, his figure transforming into a pale blue streak as he sped off in the direction Murong Fu had fled.

With the aid of the ingenious leaping technique, he crossed two streets in just a few bounds.

The white figure on the rooftop ahead appeared and disappeared intermittently. Murong Fu's lightness skill was not weak, but he was obviously unfamiliar with the streets and alleys of Xingqing Prefecture, and hesitated several times at the crossroads.

Wu Feng didn't rush to get closer, but instead followed from a distance, waiting for him to be alone.

After chasing for two more blocks, the white figure finally landed on the rooftop and turned into a secluded alley.

Wu Feng quickened his pace, leaping several times to the alley entrance, and peered inside.

The alley wasn't deep; it was a dead end.

Murong Fu stood in front of a tightly closed wooden door at the end of the alley, frowning as he examined the door, seemingly considering whether to break it down.

This is it. Wu Feng leaped out and landed right in the middle of the alley entrance, blocking the only way out.

"Those ahead, surrender obediently, or don't blame me for being merciless."

He placed his right hand on the sword at his waist and drew it from its sheath.

The standard-issue centurion's sword has a thick, broad blade with a gleaming edge.

Murong Fu turned around abruptly and saw the newcomer's attire: a Yipintang standard leather armor, a centurion's iron badge at his waist, and a standard-issue sword in his hand.

He frowned, said nothing, and turned to climb over the wooden door.

Wu Feng exerted force with his feet and his body was already three zhang behind Murong Fu. He unleashed the perfected Miao family knife technique, the knife strike was heavy and fierce, and he slashed straight at Murong Fu's back.

Murong Fu heard a gust of wind coming from behind him, his expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly turned to the side, drawing his longsword hastily to block.

"Clang!"

Swords clashed, sparks flew.

Murong Fu felt a tremendous force coming from the sword, his hands went numb, and he staggered back half a step, crashing into the wooden door at the end of the alley.

He looked down and saw that his left arm had been slashed open by the blade, and blood was seeping from the wound.

With just one move, blood was drawn.

Murong Fu was greatly shocked. Who was this person?

How could a centurion of Yipintang possess such skill?

That swordsmanship was powerful and unpredictable, clearly the work of a master swordsman who had been immersed in it for many years.

He took a deep breath to suppress his churning blood and pulled out a money pouch from his pocket, throwing it at Wu Feng.

"This is just a small token of my appreciation; please be lenient with me."

The money bag landed at Wu Feng's feet, heavy and making a sound when it hit the ground.

Wu Feng glanced down, bent down to pick up the money pouch, weighed it in his hand, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"You audacious thief, how dare you bribe this official! You're courting death!"

Before the words were even finished, the man lunged forward, and the blade flashed once more.

Murong Fu's face turned ashen. This man had taken the money, and now he wanted to kill him?

He had no time to think and drew his sword to meet the attack. The glint of swords and blades clashed in the alley.

Murong Fu's swordsmanship was exquisite. The Murong family's swordsmanship was known for its agility. Every move, whether it was thrusting, picking, wiping, or carrying, revealed the family's profound heritage.

But it was no use. Wu Feng completely ignored the changes in his swordsmanship and simply continued to unleash the Miao family's saber techniques, slashing one after another.

The Great Perfection of swordsmanship has long been integrated into instinct; every strike carries immense power and force.

Murong Fu received three sword strikes, and the mouth of his hand was already cracked from the impact.

He was utterly horrified. This man's strength was simply inhuman; each strike felt like a mountain crashing down.

His prized swordsmanship was rendered useless against this brute force.

What's even more terrifying is that this person's swordsmanship, though seemingly rough, is actually unpredictable.

Despite employing a wide-ranging, sweeping style, it would suddenly change direction at the most crucial moment, catching him completely off guard.