Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

He scrambled to his feet and staggered toward Wang Da.

Wang Bian and Wang Xiao both rushed to Wang Da's side at this moment.

"elder brother!"

"Big brother!"

The four brothers grew up together and had a deep bond. Although they were born only a dozen or so breaths apart, Wang Da considered himself the eldest brother and took good care of his three younger brothers over the decades.

Wang Bian reached out and tore at his robes, his eyes bloodshot, and followed the treatment methods he had learned to forcefully bind his elder brother's thighs.

"Ah... the wound has been burned shut by the flames, and there's no immediate danger of blood loss. Let's go see Lord Qin!"

Wang Da's expression was pained, but his mind was extremely clear at this moment.

He knew his two younger brothers were unwilling to spend their lives as watchdogs guarding the Sichenwei outpost, and Qin Ning's actions after his appearance proved that he had both the brains and the connections to provide his two brothers with the life they wanted.

As the eldest son in the family, Wang Da was in pain, but he still felt that the collision was worthwhile.

If nothing happens to these people today, the Wang family will surely rise to prominence in the future!

"I owe your Wang family a life."

Qin Ning staggered over, and Wang Bian and Wang Xiao quickly got up to help him.

"Take good care of your eldest brother."

Qin Ning waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over Wang Da's bulging veins and his injured leg.

He was not angry at the Wang brothers' reaction; on the contrary, he was quite pleased. He only dared to use people if they had humanity.

Wang Bian's desire to improve himself is genuine, but if he loses even this basic humanity, then even if Qin Ning dares to use him, he will only dare to use him as a tool.

After all, there are people in this world whose background and power are greater than his.

"What a touching display of brotherly affection, tsk tsk tsk."

A mocking voice rang out from the courtyard wall. Qin Ning turned his head to look. The newcomer was wearing a robe of two colors, water and fire, with a fair complexion and no beard. He looked to be around thirty years old.

A jade belt encircled his waist, and he held a golden feng shui compass in his hands.

"They only sent a handful of you to cause trouble? Is that person too old and out of their mind?"

There were many onlookers present, and although the other party dared not directly mention the name of Prince Su, Qin Ning understood the meaning behind his words.

"Heh, I admire you. To dare to openly kill four members of the Sichen Guard, Han Chan and Liang Feng, within the territory of the Great Xia Dynasty, your audacity is truly astonishing."

The newcomer was clearly a tough opponent; there was a 99% chance he was a sixth-rank member of the Yin-Yang School.

When faced with an unfavorable situation, Qin Ning decisively chose to reveal his identity.

As soon as the name Si Chenwei was uttered, the expression on the person standing on the courtyard wall changed drastically, and his gaze quickly swept over the people present.

Before he could say anything, a dark blue token was thrown at him.

"I am a fifth-rank official of the Sichen Guard, and these gentlemen are my subordinates. Today, we are here infiltrating to investigate Ambassador Liu of the Tax Bureau for corruption. May I ask which department you are from, or are you an accomplice of this traitor Liu?"

After experiencing Liu's blatant distortion of the truth and manipulation of facts at the clinic, Qin Ning felt that her ability to make up stories on the spot was becoming increasingly refined.

The sixth-rank Yin-Yang master took the token, jumped down from the courtyard wall, and examined the token in his hand over and over again.

Although he was a retainer of the governor, he had never dealt with this infamous organization before... so he naturally couldn't tell whether the token was genuine or not.

The messenger was supposed to be from the Prince Su's residence, so why has his identity changed?

He wanted to ask one of his own men, but when he looked around, he saw soldiers lying on the ground, and the commander of the patrol office and the man surnamed Liu were also half-dead and unconscious.

Damn, isn't this just creating a problem for someone?

Gripping the token tightly, a faint blue flame quietly appeared in his palm. This sixth-rank Yin-Yang Master had made up his mind.

"You wicked villains not only dare to cause trouble at the Tax Bureau, but you also dare to impersonate the Imperial Guards! You truly deserve to die! As a retainer of the Governor, I should naturally assist you in killing these scoundrels!"

As soon as he finished speaking, four blue fire snakes hovered in mid-air, swaying as they rushed towards Qin Ning and his companions.

"Retreat for now, await reinforcements..."

Before Qin Ning could finish giving his order, a loud shout rang out from outside the courtyard wall!

"How dare you injure Lord Qin! Of the Six Arts of a Gentleman, I excel in archery and horsemanship!"

Then, a bronze phantom carriage rose from outside the courtyard wall. On the carriage, the bald man Qin Ning had seen before, [Mu Ku], gleamed in the setting sun. In his hand, a phantom bow and arrow were aimed at the sixth-rank Yin Yang School member, swooshing and whistling!

He plucked the bowstring three times in succession.

Faced with this sudden attack, the fire serpent returned to its aid, and water mist, earthen walls, and vines appeared around the sixth-ranked warrior to protect him.

However, although the bronze arrow was an illusion, it possessed an unstoppable sharpness, and the first arrow easily broke through the many defensive measures of the sixth-rank.

The remaining two arrows, one aimed at the heart, and the other at the brow.

Just as the arrow was about to strike, Qin Ning noticed that array patterns briefly appeared on the sixth-rank person's body, which seemed to be a protective magic artifact of the Yin-Yang School.

However, it only lasted a moment before being pierced by arrows again.

Boom!

The arrow pierced his body and exploded instantly, sending a shockwave through him. Qin Ning instinctively crossed his arms and held them in front of his face.

At this moment, the bald man, standing atop the bronze phantom chariot, once again softly proclaimed, "Confucius said, the explosion will not harm Lord Qin!"

Can a man really say something like that?!

Qin Ning, who had subconsciously closed her eyes, suddenly opened them upon hearing this and looked at the bald man with a blank expression in surprise.

The other party appeared solemn and extremely determined.

The shockwave from the explosion was indeed restrained by a stream of pure energy, passing by Qin Ning and leaving a very noticeable gap.

Is this the ability that comes with high-level Confucian cultivation?

Does the word become law?

Several thoughts flashed through Qin Ning's mind.

Before the smoke and dust from the explosion had dissipated, he heard several footsteps landing and a familiar voice.

"Young Master Qin, are you alright?"

This is Huang Mu's voice.

Before Qin Ning could answer, several figures broke through the dust and arrived in front of him, standing with their backs to him and protecting him in the center.

"Four Cold Cicada Guards, more than a dozen Cool Breeze Guards, such a large force... Hey, she's here too!"

Aside from Huang Mu, a familiar face, Qin Ning's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw a tanned, agile figure from behind.

Although the other person was wearing many more clothes, he still recognized her at a glance as Tuo Yu'er.

Is it because Si Chenwei has always been so protective of his own... or is my life more important than I imagined?

Looking at the scene before him, Qin Ning silently asked himself a question.

Confucius said: "The wind howls."

With a soft shout, a strong wind swept away the smoke and dust, and the courtyard was restored to its former clarity.

The arrogant sixth-rank Yin-Yang Master who had been so arrogant just moments before was now slumped on the ground, his clothes tattered, his body still intact, except that he was missing his head.

One strike, one kill!

Qin Ning looked at the old ghost leaping down from the carriage phantom, his pupils trembling slightly.

This [Mu Ku] is at least a fifth-rank expert, but he's more curious about something else right now.

Dude, you look like a scholar, are you?