Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

With the help of Li Fu's true energy, the farmer caught his breath, but his eyes were still unfocused and fearful as he spoke intermittently.

"...men in black...riding...riding horses...many people...dozens...with long knives...slashing at anyone they saw...they're all dead...Third Uncle, Second Aunt, Gouwa...all dead..."

He was rambling incoherently, clearly overstimulated.

"Did they steal any property? Did they...insult women?"

Li Fu guided the questioning.

The farmer said, "No, no looting... just killing... just killing... as if searching... searching for something... killing... while searching..."

"Looking for something?"

Li Fu's heart stirred.

Do you know what they're looking for?

Or, has anything unusual happened in your village lately?

What could possibly justify such a vicious group going to such lengths and committing such an inhuman act?

The farmer seemed to be struck by the question, and as he tried to recall what he had seen, his fear deepened and his body began to tremble violently.

He opened his mouth, and after a long while, he finally uttered a few words as if in a dream.

"...It's...it's him...it must be him!"

"Him? Who is he?"

Li Fu pressed for answers, and Chen Tao and the others listened intently, holding their breath.

The farmer seemed to have used all his strength, and he hissed.

"A few days ago... Mr. Meng... Dr. Meng at the village entrance... rescued a person with a pale complexion from outside."

That man... that man had dozens of wounds on his body, covered in blood... his skin was torn open... his intestines were spilling out...

"We all thought he was dead... Even though Doctor Meng is known for his excellent medical skills in the surrounding villages, it was probably too late to save him, but that man actually survived..."

He took a few breaths, his face showing extreme terror, as if he had remembered something extremely bizarre and frightening.

But that…that wasn’t a person! It was a ghost!

"A ghost?" Chen Tao couldn't help but interject.

"Fellow villager, explain yourself clearly, what exactly happened?"

"His injuries... such severe injuries..." The farmer's eyes widened in disbelief.

"In just a few days... I'm completely healed!"

Not even a single scar was left!

The skin was so smooth it looked like...like it had never been injured, but it was still deathly pale, without a trace of blood!

What else could this be but a ghost?!

Upon hearing this, the surrounding constables exchanged bewildered glances, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Boss,"

"A constable said in a low voice."

"This fellow villager has probably gone mad with fright and started talking nonsense."

Even a broken bone takes a hundred days to heal, but a serious injury like a disembowelment takes only a few days to recover?

Not even a scar? How is that possible?

"Yes," another person said, "Even if there are people in the world with superb martial arts skills and extraordinary recovery abilities, there is no way such an outrageous thing could happen."

He must be out of his mind.

Li Fu did not immediately deny it.

Although the farmer was terrified, his speech still retained some logic, and he did not seem to be completely insane.

He pondered for a moment and then asked, "Fellow villager, where are the person you mentioned who was saved, and Doctor Meng, now?"

The farmer said, "Doctor Meng said... that person is alive, but... but seems to have developed dissociative identity disorder... he can't remember anything."

Doctor Meng is kind-hearted... He said he would take him to the mountain valley near where he was found... to see the familiar scenery... to see if it could evoke his memories.

They...they left early in the morning...not long after they left...the group of men in black arrived..."

After he finished speaking, he coughed violently again, his breathing becoming even weaker.

Li Fu immediately grasped the key point.

"Which direction did Doctor Meng take him?"

The farmer barely managed to raise his trembling hand and pointed to a forest to the west of the village: "Over there... we've gone into the mountains..."

Li Fu stood up and looked in that direction.

"Boss, you actually believe him?"

Chen Tao was still somewhat hesitant. After all, what the farmer said was too fantastical, making one wonder if his injuries were too severe and he had lost his mind.

Li Fu's gaze was deep: "I'd rather believe it exists."

This matter is too strange; we cannot overlook any clue.

The lives of hundreds of people in this village cannot have been lost in vain.

Watching his constables carefully tend to the severely injured and critically ill farmer, Li Fu felt a surge of anger as he thought about how, out of this large village, only this one man, young and old, was left alive.

A murderous intent was rising. What kind of ruthless, utterly depraved person could commit such a heinous act of massacring an entire village?

They didn't spare the elderly, children... they were utterly inhuman!

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger in his chest.

"Take good care of him; he's the only survivor."

After saying this, Li Fu was about to lead a group of constables to investigate and track down the murderer, following the direction the farmer had vaguely indicated.

Just then, a flurry of footsteps and noises suddenly came from outside the village, and it sounded like there were quite a few people.

Someone is coming.

The constables immediately became alert, drawing their weapons and looking towards the village entrance.

Could it be that the murderers have returned?

A large group of people, numbering about thirty or forty, poured into the village entrance. They were dressed in various styles, carrying knives and swords, clearly dressed as martial arts practitioners.

They all wore expressions of grief, indignation, and anxiety, and many of them were covered in wounds and bloodstains.

Everyone was stunned and dumbfounded when they saw the village being massacred.

The constables were about to question them about their origins and prevent them from approaching the scene of the disturbance.

But then, among the group of martial artists, several people spotted Li Fu at a glance, rushed over, and knelt down with a few thuds, their voices trembling with sobs:

"Officer Li, Hero Li, please... please help us!"

"Officer Li, Hero Li, please... please help us!"

"Avenge our sect leader!"

Li Fu looked closely and recognized the people kneeling in front of him. The clothes they wore were those of the Taishan Sect disciples and Iron Palm Gang members he had seen at the petition meeting a few days ago.

"Stand up and speak," Li Fu said in a deep voice. "What happened? Why are you here? And why do you look like this?"

A disciple of the Taishan Sect raised his head, tears still wet on his face, and said in a sorrowful voice.

"Officer Li, now that the eunuch has been executed, the major case has been solved. We admire your wisdom, and there is nothing more for us to do. After this matter is settled, we agree to leave Yanzhou together."

Just a few days ago, on our way back, our group of dozens of people encountered a young man by the roadside ahead…”

His face showed lingering fear.

"That person...that person looked dazed and stood in the middle of the road, looking lost and dejected."

Some of us told him to move aside, but he seemed not to hear us.

Someone, growing impatient, stepped forward and shoved him...

Who knew, who knew he seemed to be suddenly stimulated by something, and suddenly attacked!

That person's martial arts skills... were beyond human comprehension, and his attacks were extremely fierce!

Our sect leader... and even Lei, the leader of the Iron Palm Clan... couldn't even withstand a single move from him, they were killed on the spot!

Even with all of us joining forces, we couldn't stop him at all, suffering heavy casualties... We could only watch helplessly as he disappeared into the depths of the mountains... We've been chasing him all the way here..."

"A dazed and confused look? A lost and disoriented appearance?"

Li Fu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately pressed for an answer.

"What does that person look like?"

But her skin is unusually pale?

The Taishan Sect disciple was taken aback, then quickly nodded: "Indeed, Officer Li, how did you know? Have you met him?!"

Other martial arts figures chimed in, "Yes, yes, that person's face was frighteningly pale, completely bloodless, like...like a dead man!"

Li Fu's suspicions deepened.

Stone Village was massacred, and the surviving farmers identified a pale, strange man whose injuries had mysteriously healed; the group of martial artists then encountered a mentally challenged, pale young man with superb martial arts skills and ruthless attacks.

The two characteristics match so well, and the time and place are also close...

Who exactly is this pale-skinned, mysterious young man who seems to have lost his memory yet possesses terrifying martial arts skills?

Who could have seriously injured him?

Why were his injuries able to heal so quickly and inexplicably?

Were those disciplined, cold-blooded, village-slaughtering black-clad assassins looking for him?

Just then, another group of people slowly walked over from the direction of the village entrance.

The group consisted of about fifty or sixty people, almost all of whom were dressed in drab gray clothes and were quite inconspicuous.

Yet their steps were orderly, their landings silent, and their eyes and brows were cold and devoid of any emotion, as if they were walking not in the human world, but in the underworld.

That gloomy and mysterious aura, like a venomous snake lurking in the dark, sends chills down one's spine at the mere sight of it.

"This village was massacred."

It seems that man's men have already been here, which means that "rare item" was present.

He was the leader, yet he was unlike anyone else.

He was around thirty years old, wearing a fine turquoise brocade robe with a black cloak over it, and a warm, lustrous jade pendant hanging from his waist. It was clear at a glance that he was either rich or noble.

This man was fairly handsome, but his brows revealed an innate arrogance and coldness.

He walked into the village, a scene littered with corpses and blood. His gaze swept over the gruesome remains, but instead of the shock and fear one would expect, he frowned slightly, his face revealing undisguised disgust.

He seemed to despise the place for being dirty, remote, and backward, as if it had tainted his shoes and his vision.

What's chilling is that, faced with this scene of utter devastation, he remained completely unfazed, his eyes calm and indifferent.

Clearly, corpses, especially those that had died tragically, were commonplace to him, and he might even have created them himself.

The group walked straight up to Li Fu and the other terrified martial arts practitioners.

"you……"

The man in the green brocade robe stopped and casually glanced at the crowd before finally settling on Li Fu.

He spoke, his voice carrying a condescending casualness, as if questioning his own servant.

"Have you seen a man with pale skin, about seven feet tall, and around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old?"

"Who are you people?"

Li Fu frowned slightly and asked in return.

He knew from the sight of the group of martial arts figures gathered there, including disciples of the Mount Tai Sect and remnants of the Iron Palm Clan, that they were not the murderers who massacred the village.

These people were either horrified, angry, or grieving; their temperaments were chaotic, lacking the efficient, ruthless, and coordinated aura of a killer.

But the group of gray-clad men before them were completely different. Their eyes were cold, their demeanor sinister, and they seemed oblivious to the corpses scattered on the ground, exuding an indifference to life.

Although these people were not carrying weapons, Li Fu had no doubt that if someone gave the order, this group could carry out another equally efficient massacre without hesitation.

"I'm asking you questions, not the other way around."

The man appeared to be in his thirties. His hands were very well-maintained, with long, slender fingers and smooth skin. However, his fingernails had an eerie, dark black color, which gave off an ominous aura.

He lightly picked at the nails of his other hand with his dark fingernails, his tone contemptuous and clearly impatient.

Li Fu's gaze swept across the crowd with lightning speed.

Behind the group of men in gray, he spotted a familiar face—a figure who seemed to be avoiding him, looking nervous, and even hinting at wanting to run away.

Although he had changed into an inconspicuous gray outfit, Li Fu still recognized him at a glance!

It was none other than Tang Jin, the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

Some time ago at the eunuch's residence, this person avoided him like the plague, showing great tact and narrowly escaping with his life. I never expected him to appear here.

Moreover... it seemed that this man in blue was the leader, and unlike when he was at the eunuch's mansion, he didn't act like he was trying to get a salary from being a retainer. Now he looked respectful, and even a little fearful!

Tang Jin, nicknamed "Thousand-Handed Centipede," was a well-known figure in the martial arts world, renowned for his hidden weapon skills. The person he treated like this...

Considering the group's uniquely cold demeanor, their indifference to the tragic situation, and Tang Jin's background, a conclusion is readily apparent.

"You are... from the Tang Clan?"

Li Fu frowned and said.

Upon hearing this, everyone present, from the constables behind Li Fu to the surviving martial arts practitioners, all changed their expressions drastically!

Tang Sect!

These two words are legendary in the martial arts world, representing mystery, power, and extreme danger!

Their hidden weapon techniques are ever-changing and impossible to defend against; their use of poison is unparalleled and unpredictable.

When people talk about hidden weapons and poisons, the first thing that comes to mind is the Tang Clan of Sichuan!

Although Li Fu had eliminated the snake that came from the Five Poisons Sect in the past,

The Five Poisons Sect was renowned in the martial arts world for its use of poisons.

Compared to the Tang Clan, which has stood in Sichuan for hundreds of years, managed the martial arts world like an iron barrel, has numerous disciples, is wealthy and powerful, and even Shaolin and Wudang have to be wary of it, it is nothing but a small fry compared to a big fish!

Moreover, the Tang Clan is not only powerful in martial arts, but also has close ties with prominent figures in the imperial court. Its influence is deeply entrenched, making it one of the most prestigious and least desirable forces in the world!

"Officer Li... I never expected to see you again..."

Tang Jin forced a bitter smile that looked worse than crying, his voice hoarse.

Last time at the eunuch's mansion, he managed to escape unscathed by being sensible, but this time... the situation is very different, and he probably won't have a choice.

Tang Boyong, dressed in a green robe and black cloak, turned and gave Tang Jin a cold glance. He was clearly displeased that Tang Jin had revealed their identities, and snorted, "Tang Jin, you know him?"

"Second Young Master," Tang Jin quickly bowed and whispered, "he is... Li Fu, who unleashes the Divine Dragon Palm."

"Oh?"

Tang Boyong raised an eyebrow, looked Li Fu over again, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by more disdain and a strange disgust.

"The name of Li Fu, who wields the Divine Dragon Palm, has been heard by everyone since I stepped into the North, whether they like it or not."

"I never expected... that Officer Li would be so outstanding at such a young age. It's truly surprising."