Sweeping Through Martial Arts: My Clone's Extraordinary Talent

It was 7:45 PM.

Han Zhengming and his three companions had arrived at Jinfo Temple in the west of the city.

The four stood ten feet away from the temple gate.

Loud, unrestrained voices could be heard continuously emanating from inside the temple.

"You all wait outside."

Han Zhengming frowned, took a deep breath, and prepared to go alone.

"No, let's do it together."

Qian Cheng and his two guards said in unison.

"Oh well."

So the four of them stood close together and stepped into the abandoned Golden Buddha Temple side by side.

The temple was still in a mess.

In front of the reclining Buddha statue, a fire was burning, and three martial artists, one old and two young, were drinking and eating meat around the fire.

One of them was older, around sixty years old.

There was another couple, a man and a woman, in their early twenties.

"Master!"

A gasp came from a corner next to the reclining Buddha.

A thin, old man, bound and covered in wounds, was curled up there; it was Huang Tie.

"Old Huang, are you alright?"

Han Zhengming stepped forward and hurriedly asked with concern.

Huang Tie trembled violently: "Master, why did you risk your life like this..."

"Hahaha!"

The old man eating meat suddenly burst into laughter, "Master Han, I wasn't lying to you, was I?"

As he spoke, with a "whoosh," he drew a knife from behind his back.

"You...you are from the Longsword Sect!"

In an instant, one of the guards exclaimed in surprise.

The old man's sword was the unique weapon of the Longsword Sect.

In Sanhe County, besides the three top forces of "One Hall and Two Gangs", there are four medium-sized gangs, among which the Long Knife Sect is quite well-known.

"Pooh!"

The young woman, Zhao Shuang, scoffed, "Bullshit! My master has long since severed ties with the Longsword Sect!"

"That's right, Junior Sister is right."

The young man, Yan Feiyun, immediately spoke up, "Once the three of us, master and disciples, have mastered our divine skills, we will definitely return to the Long Saber Sect, kill that old bastard Qu Dai, and help our master ascend to the position of sect leader!"

"Alright, alright."

The old man waved his hand to stop the two men from flattering him. "Master Han, I didn't expect your men to have such good judgment. However, just as my two beloved disciples said, the Long Saber Sect removed me from my position as hall master. I, Wen He, have been at odds with them for two years now."

Han Zhengming frowned: "If that's the case, why did Mr. Wen kidnap the people from my Xuanhu Medical Clinic?"

Wen He chuckled maliciously and said, "One word: money."

As he spoke, he grabbed the gourd of wine.

After a few sips, half the wine was gone.

"Mr. Wen, tell me, how much money do you want?"

Han Zhengming knew perfectly well that the former leader of the Long Saber Sect was no pushover. Not to mention the four of them, even if all the hundreds of people in the entire medical clinic were combined, they wouldn't be enough to kill him.

Therefore, he had no choice but to accept his fate.

Fortunately, before leaving, he had Manager Qian bring five hundred taels of silver notes.

"Sure, three thousand taels."

Wen He directly gestured with three fingers.

What!

Han Zhengming was immediately shocked.

The entire clinic only makes a profit of six thousand taels a year, but Wen He asked for three thousand taels. In addition, the Black Dragon Gang is extorting money from the clinic, so the clinic is closing down.

"You don't want to?"

Wen He downed another sip of wine. "Oh, by the way, you can choose to resist, but that's what happened to those three. Fei Yun, go and let Master Han take a look."

"Yes, Master!"

Yan Feiyun walked towards a pile of grass on the other side of the Sleeping Buddha.

On the haystack was a tattered straw mat.

Yan Feiyun slashed the straw mat with his knife, shattering it into pieces and revealing three corpses stained with blood beneath. Two of them were beggars, and the other was dressed in the clothes of a clinic servant, headless, and was clearly Li Xunshan.

The bloody scene sent chills down Han Zhengming's spine.

"Mr. Wen, it's not that I don't want to give you the money, but I don't have that much cash on me."

"No problem, I'll give you an hour to go back and get the money!"

"this……"

"What, you want to bargain?"

Wen He's expression suddenly changed.

The next moment, he turned around, raised his long sword, and slashed at the already damaged reclining Buddha.

clang!

A loud bang.

The reclining Buddha was instantly hacked to pieces, with shards of stone flying everywhere.

Han Zhengming and his companions couldn't help but retreat.

But some pebbles still hit them, with great force, causing them pain.

"Master Han, I don't want to waste my breath on you. If you want everyone in the clinic to be like this sleeping Buddha, you don't have to pay."

Wen He coldly snorted.

Han Zhengming and the other three dared not speak out against their anger.

The opponent was powerful and aggressive, but our side was helpless. Even with Guard Zhan present, there was nothing we could do.

After a moment, Han Zhengming said, "Alright, I'll go back and raise the money now. However, I'd like to take Elder Huang with me. I wonder if Mr. Wen would allow that?"

"Heh heh heh, you think I'm stupid?"

Wen He smiled faintly, "Master Han, I don't want to repeat myself. Go back and get your money! One hour. If you're even a quarter of an hour late, I'll chop off his hands and feet!"

Yan Feiyun and Zhao Shuang also couldn't help but sneer.

They were already used to similar things, and countless people had been extorted by them.

"Master, you don't need to do this for me..."

Huang Tie gritted his teeth and said with difficulty.

Han Zhengming said in a deep voice, "Old Huang, please bear with me for another hour. I'll be right back."

After saying that, he led Qian Cheng and the other two away from the Golden Buddha Temple.

"Do we really have to go back to get the money?"

Qian Cheng asked.

Han Zhengming said seriously, "That's right, money can be earned back, but once a person is gone, everything is gone."

Let's go, let's go and come back quickly.

Those three were ruthless and did what they said they would do.

Every moment Huang Lao remains in their hands increases his danger.

"Hahaha!"

Wild laughter erupted from the Golden Buddha Temple.

Yan Feiyun said, "Master, it is indeed as you said."

The people at the Xuanhu Medical Clinic are really easy to bully.

"Just give them a little taste of their own medicine, make an example of them, and they'll have no choice but to comply."

Wen He held his long sword over the fire, where it crackled and popped: "These people, how dare they defy me?"

"Master."

Zhao Shuang picked up the thread, "But can they really gather enough silver for us in an hour?"

Wen He chuckled and said, "Shuang'er, you're overthinking it. In Sanhe County, the business of Xuanhu Medical Clinic is quite extraordinary. As the owner, Han Zhengming can certainly scrape together several thousand taels of silver."

"Once we get the money, we'll buy you both medicinal cuisine to enhance your strength."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master!"

Yan Feiyun and Zhao Shuang were overjoyed and kept pouring wine for Wen He.

"By the way, Master."

After drinking several cups in a row, Yan Feiyun asked again, "Is that doctor still alive?"

He was referring, of course, to the yellow iron in the corner.

Wen He grinned: "He's just a doctor. We can kill him after we get the money. Does Han Zhengming dare to resist?"

Huang Tie shuddered upon hearing this.

Early this morning, he and his apprentice Li Xunshan were kidnapped, and Li Xunshan was even beheaded. These three thugs not only wanted money but also wanted to kill him. How could he not be terrified?

call!

Just then, a cold wind blew by.

A dark figure quietly appeared at the entrance of Jinfo Temple.

Wen He and the other two immediately looked over.

Who are you?

Zhao Shuang frowned slightly.

The shadowy figure was nonchalant and extremely ugly, yet he wore a nonchalant expression on his face. It was none other than Shen Han, who had followed them.

Shen Han said calmly, "Excuse me, gentlemen, I'm just passing by and I'm feeling cold, hungry, tired, and exhausted. May I come in to warm myself by the fire and have a drink?"