Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

"Stop pretending to be a civilized person!"

The force emanating from that folding fan was considerable, at least much stronger than that of the swordsman who appeared imposing but whose actual strength was only around the eighth rank.

But Qin Ning didn't intend to waste any more words on him.

He was furious when his clinic was vandalized.

That was a place he and his cat had spent almost half the day cleaning yesterday to prepare.

With a flick of his wrist, the purplish-black plague energy drifted toward the scholar along with the force of his fist.

Since experiencing the siege of Blood Rain Fortress, Qin Ning has developed the habit of always keeping some of the plague energy in his body for emergency use.

The plague was spreading and was about to touch the Confucian scholar when it was blocked by a pure aura.

Qin Ning guessed that this must be the so-called "literary energy," which can dispel illness and improve eyesight, preventing ordinary diseases from affecting the body.

Is it the Confucian school's seventh-rank virtue of "traveling ten thousand miles" or the sixth-rank virtue of "being cautious in solitude"?

He secretly pondered... He turned his fist into a palm, split the metal folding fan open, grabbed the scholar's wrist with his backhand, and leaned in to bump the other man's chest with his shoulder.

Confucius said, "Stop war!"

The scholar opened his mouth and shouted, and a ball of clear light disappeared into Qin Ning's spiritual platform as if it were nothing.

In an instant, Qin Ning, who had been burning with anger, suddenly felt a sense of peace in his heart, and even had a strange feeling that he shouldn't have taken action. He just wanted to lie down and get a good night's sleep.

No... His gaze sharpened, and the [Thirty-Six Great Ferocious Talismans] in his mind burst forth with black and white light, instantly shattering the uninvited guest's clear light.

A certain method that can influence the spiritual realm seems very similar to the description of the Confucian "traveling ten thousand miles" level in the book, which means that one should not only read ten thousand books but also travel ten thousand miles.

Scholars of this rank can already draw upon and influence a portion of the power of heaven and earth through their writings and the classics they read.

He maintained a blank expression, and his grip on the scholar's wrist loosened slightly.

Just as the other party revealed a smug smile, Qin Ning quietly moved his other hand in front of him and slammed it hard into the scholar's face.

In an instant, his protective aura was broken, and the plague qi poured in unimpeded.

The excruciating pain in his nose, the tears welling in his eyes, and the intense burning sensation in his lungs instantly shattered the fighting ability of this Confucian seventh-rank [Wanlilu].

With two powerful punches, the once elegant scholar fell backward, completely unconscious. Qin Ning's gaze swept over the swordsman, noticing that he was currently entangled by several wisps of water.

It seems that Feng Hanying made the move, but perhaps she was afraid of igniting the medical clinic, so she did not use her most proficient fire element.

With his knuckles cracking, Qin Ning twisted his neck and walked toward Young Master Liu, who was half-paralyzed by the wall.

"I'm a coward, so I like to knock people down completely before I talk. Just bear with it, it won't hurt much."

Young Master Liu: "You...you stay away! Do you know who my father is?!"

He never expected that simply going out to smash up a clinic and teach a country bumpkin who didn't know the rules, as his subordinates called him, would lead to encountering such a formidable opponent.

Not only was his personal eighth-rank martial arts bodyguard no match for him, but even his newly acquainted seventh-rank student from Mingde Academy was knocked down by the man in front of him with three punches.

Where on earth did this evil star come from?!

"I know who your father is, but do you know who my father is?"

Qin Ning walked closer, then suddenly stopped and asked a question. Without waiting for an answer, he thrust his toe out like a spear and struck Liu Gongzi's knee.

Click!

The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible. The arrogant young master screamed and slumped halfway against the wall.

"Stop yelling. I'll give you a chance. Tell me who my father is, and I'll spare your leg."

Qin Ning touched the ground with her toes, her beautiful eyes lowered, and a faint, cold smile appeared on her lips.

"Ah...you..." Young Master Liu was in so much pain that he was covered in cold sweat, and the liquid on his face was indistinguishable between sweat and tears. He groaned and groaned, finally saying, "I was wrong, I was blind to your greatness. Please forgive me, I promise that no one on Anhe Street will ever bother you again...ah!"

Qin Ning lightly tapped his already shattered knee with her foot: "Answer the questions honestly, stop spouting nonsense!"

"I...I...You're my dad, you're my dad, okay?!"

Young Master Liu didn't know what was wrong with the person in front of him, but he was in so much pain that he could hardly bear it anymore.

"Incorrect answer."

Click!

After smashing the kneecap on the other leg, Qin Ning ignored the piercing screams and walked to the swordsman who was entangled in the water.

"I'll give you a chance. Go back and call someone, or your young master definitely won't be able to come home for dinner today."

After saying that, he gestured for Feng Hanying to release the person.

"Qin Ning, although this man's father is only a ninth-rank official, he still holds an official position..." Feng Hanying was halfway through her sentence when she suddenly remembered that Qin Ning's status was different from before. She decisively untied the water and stood beside him.

The swordsman glanced at the wailing young master, then at the peacefully sleeping scholar, and fear flashed in his eyes.

Without saying a word, he scrambled out of the clinic and galloped off like a wild horse toward the Tax Office.

"Watch over the place for me for a while, I'm going to the backyard to change my clothes."

Qin Ning spoke softly to Feng Hanying, then turned and went into the backyard.

A short while later, he emerged, dressed in the dark blue uniform of the Sichen Guard's Autumn Department, with a cicada embroidered on his left chest, its back adorned with five drops of silver ink.

Si Chenwei was renowned, and he held the largest post in the area.

Qin Ning originally had no intention of wearing the tiger skin for a while.

But some people just don't know what's good for them and insist on coming to us.

"I'll have to trouble you again. Go to the Sichenwei garrison and find a man named Huang Mu. Have him contact Lao Gui and tell him that Qin Hanchan wants to report a corrupt official who is abusing his power."

As he spoke, Qin Ning handed the waist token of the fifth-grade Cold Cicada to Feng Hanying.

Tiger skins are scary because tigers have fangs and claws.

Although his current strength and skills are approaching those of a seventh-rank martial artist, it's hard to say what kind of people the tax commissioner might bring.

To be on the safe side, Qin Ning decided to use the simplest and most efficient method—calling for backup.

"Okay, then be careful."

After receiving the waist token, Feng Hanying gave a word of advice out of concern. A pale yellow light appeared around her fair ankles, and her figure quietly disappeared into the ground.

They actually used a teleportation technique to travel.

Once the clinic quieted down, Qin Ning discovered that Young Master Liu had fainted from the pain at some point. He looked down at the dark blue official robes he was wearing and gently stroked the cicada with his knuckles.

Tsk, although the Sichen Guard has a bad reputation, it's not bad to use them to deal with real corrupt officials and bullies... Qin Ning walked up to Young Master Liu, squatted down, and slapped him across the face.

The other person opened their eyes in a daze... Soon, the "pleasant" wails rang out again in the clinic.

Seeing this, Qin Ning nodded in satisfaction, pulled over the shattered counter, and sat imposingly in the center of the front hall on the wooden chair that had escaped the wreckage, silently waiting for the other party to arrive.

It only takes a little over the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

A flurry of footsteps sounded outside the clinic, and several figures filed in.

Qin Ning looked up, a look of surprise in her eyes.