Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

"very good."

He nodded, his thick lips meeting.

"You didn't see me today. After helping Young Master Gu change his dressing, I went back to my room to rest because I was tired."

With each word Li Siqin uttered, a breath of fresh air would escape from his mouth and seep into the brow of the servant in front of him.

Then, he extended his short, thick knuckles and drew a line in the air, softly uttering, "Ignore what you see."

Four semi-transparent characters appeared in the air and floated straight towards him after they took shape.

After doing all this, he pushed open the kitchen door and walked confidently through the Gu family courtyard.

Along the way, there were patrolling servants and guards, as well as busy servants and young men.

They all ignored this extremely conspicuous figure!

Only after he walked out of the black gate of the Gu family did the blank look in the servant's eyes in the kitchen gradually fade away.

"Strange, why am I so tired today?"

The servant yawned repeatedly and went back to his room to sleep.

Gu Kexing's life is entering its final countdown.

......

Baiweilou.

The same spot on the second floor, but this time there were three people sitting at the table.

A steaming pot of soup sits on the table. The weather is getting colder, and the beef and mutton here are quite good.

This is perfect for hot pot.

Of course, the little black cat couldn't use bowls and chopsticks, so in front of her was a pork knuckle twice the size of her head.

"Brother Jiheng, you've come all the way from Beian City to this pass just to uphold justice?"

Ji Heng is Bai Gu's courtesy name.

Qin Ning picked up a piece of mutton with her chopsticks, hesitated for a moment, and then put it into the bowl in front of her that looked like sesame sauce.

Bai Gu wolfed down his food, as if he hadn't eaten meat for days. His mouth was so full that he couldn't speak, and could only nod frantically.

"...I heard from Han Ying that Beian City is huge, so there should be many injustices to be seen on the road. Brother Bai, why did you travel all the way to this border region?"

Qin Ning was puzzled. After finishing the mutton, he picked up a slice of tripe and put it in the pot to cook.

Bai Gu stopped using his chopsticks for a rare moment: "Brother Qin, you don't understand my suffering. In Bei'an, my master drags me to the Tiangong Tower every day to learn those damned Tiangong techniques."

"Moreover, the Mo family has complicated and intertwined relationships in Beian City. Every time they are halfway through doing their chivalrous deeds, someone always comes to plead for them, which is really not very pleasant."

Tiangong Tower...isn't that the holy site of the Mohist school?

Qin Ning placed the blanched tripe into another bowl of oil in front of her. Before she could speak, Feng Hanying's slightly surprised voice suddenly rang out beside her.

"I remember now, you're that Mohist genius in craftsmanship, but you insist on being a wandering knight-errant, always causing trouble in the city, and the Mohist school has to help you... cough."

Realizing that the person involved was present, she quickly fell silent.

Curiosity flashed in Qin Ning's eyes; he seemed to have caught a whiff of gossip.

It seems that this Mohist Bai Gu is quite a celebrity in Bei'an City.

"Miss Feng has also heard of my chivalrous reputation!" Bai Gu said excitedly.

Is she praising you...? Qin Ning looked at this "Mohist" who was fond of chivalrous deeds, and then at the empty desktop.

Seven or eight plates of meat were devoured in less than fifteen minutes.

"Boss lady, give me ten more plates... no, twenty plates of meat."

"Brother Guiyuan is so magnanimous!"

Upon hearing about adding meat, Bai Gu's clear eyes lit up, and his excitement intensified. Then, somewhat embarrassed, he said, "I was in such a rush this time that I didn't bring enough money. I thought I could earn some money by storytelling, but I didn't expect... cough, when we get to Bei'an City, I'll treat you to a meal."

"OK."

Qin Ning nodded, without saying anything about being friends or it being just a meal.

A dozen or so breaths later, the sound of footsteps going upstairs could be heard.

The waiter ran to their table empty-handed.

"Where's the meat?"

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry, but our proprietress said that we'll charge you the cost price for this table, and we're closing for the day."

Qin Ning looked at the sky outside in confusion. The sun had just set not long ago. As the only decent restaurant in Blood Rain Fortress, it usually stayed open until at least Hai Shi (9-11 PM). Why was it closing so early today?

Before he could say anything, a commotion arose from the first floor.

"I told you to clear the place out. I'm taking my brothers to get rid of this bad luck, how come there are still customers?"

"Brother, you notified me so late, how could I possibly have time?"

"Listen up, everyone! I am Huang Tianlu, commander of Blood Rain Fortress. I've booked the entire Hundred Flavors Restaurant tonight. Now get out of here!"

"Brother! I still have business to do!" the proprietress's reproachful voice rang out.

"Your business doesn't rely on repeat customers. Besides, isn't your restaurant the only decent one in Blood Rain Fortress? ...Brothers, please make yourselves at home."

As Huang Qianhu spoke, he led several centurions and junior officers up to the second floor.

"There's someone on the second floor too? Hurry up and tell me... It's you!"

Qin Ning rested her elbows on the table and waved with a smile toward the stairwell.

"What a coincidence, we meet again."

The person who came was the commander who was following Gu Kexing.

He was clearly not prepared to see Qin Ning and the others here.

He stood there stunned for a good four or five breaths, then lowered his body and put on a fawning smile on his dark face.

"Master Qin, what are you all doing here? This is truly a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple; it's like family members not recognizing each other."

Huang Qianhu jogged over, turned around and shouted to the landlady who had followed him worriedly, "Go, bring out the best meat, the best wine, and all those jars of 30-year-old vintage wine I kept at your place."

At noon, he was leading a group to kill me, but when we met in the evening, he was calling me Master Qin.

Qin Ning found it both amusing and somewhat ironic.

"Master Qin, I really didn't know you and your friends were here. This whole table is on me, please continue eating, I'll take the brothers to another place."

Huang Tianlu didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior; even his superior was kneeling.

My own son, a sixth-rank Legalist, was beaten like a dog.

If he weren't a little more oblivious, he might very well have his head ripped off by that grinning man in his sleep. The thought sent a shiver down Huang Qianhu's spine.

"What? Don't want to eat in the same building as us?" Qin Ning joked casually.

"Master Qin, I absolutely, absolutely did not mean that. Please continue eating on the second floor, and I will take the men to the first floor."

So this is what it feels like to bully others with your power... Qin Ning thought to himself, "Yeah, go ahead. Remember not to make too much noise, I prefer peace and quiet."

"Don't worry, Master Qin!"

Commander Huang hurriedly led his men downstairs, and the lobby on the first floor was packed with about a hundred soldiers.

No one dared to complain.

The proprietress behind the counter, holding a wine jar, looked at them with a strange expression. These soldiers, who used to be extremely boisterous, were now more well-behaved than the most obedient students in a private school.

She had lived for over thirty years and had never seen her own brother fawn over someone to this extent, not even the Commander Gu who had been in charge of Blood Rain Fortress for many years.

"Who exactly are those three people upstairs?"

The second floor.

When the food and wine were served, Bai Gu's eyes lit up.

However... he peered through the gap in the railing at the group of men downstairs who were eating and drinking without daring to make a sound, as if they were performing a silent play.

"Why do I feel so uneasy? These people are even less human than the mechanical puppets of my Mo family."

It's really a bit too weird... Qin Ning smiled and shook his head, then stood up and walked to the railing.

He poked his head out and said, "Make some noise."

"Yes, Master Qin!"

Commander Huang hurriedly agreed, his bull-like eyes glaring at his guards and centurions: "Did you hear that? Master Qin wants you to make some noise."

In an instant, people started clinking glasses, playing drinking games, and bragging, and Baiweilou returned to its original noisy state.

The meal took almost an hour.

During the gathering, Qin Ning gained a lot of information about the Mohist school, such as the items they created, collectively known as Mohist artifacts. These were all powered by a source called the Mohist core, including Bai Gu's armor.

The ink core is a core secret of the Mohist school, and it must be made by Mohists of the fifth rank or above, requiring extremely high secrecy technology.

However, in recent years, the Yin-Yang School has been intentionally researching in this direction, although they cannot create ink cores, nor do they have the ingenious technology of the Mohists.

However, the Yin-Yang School can manipulate the Five Elements and is skilled in array formations and seal carving. The magical artifacts they make also have their own unique characteristics, and in recent years they have shown signs of catching up with ink ware.

Remove the last piece of meat from the pot.

Qin Ning said, "Brother Bai, tomorrow Han Ying and I will set off to enter the pass and head to Beian City."

Bai Gu let out a long burp, "Burp~~~~~~Perfect timing! I also need to return to Beian City to repair the Hundred-Refined Azure Divine Armor, we can travel together!"

"Alright, then let's enter the pass together tomorrow and head to Beian."