Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike

Chapter 120 Breaking the Might, Borrowing a Knife

More and more people gradually gathered around to watch.

Dozens, hundreds, even thousands of people —

At first glance, it was a dense mass of surging heads.

I watched from a distance, without getting close.

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

Some people sighed.

Some people wept bitterly.

Some people wept with joy.

When Li Xin returned to the courtyard where he had killed General Abuda and others, he saw Zhuang Hongxiu and Cheng Feiyan comforting the little girls.

The older brother rubbed his hands together helplessly.

He was covered in blood, panting heavily, and wandering around like a headless fly, not knowing what to do.

When Li Xin charged into battle, he followed behind and fought for a while.

With his current skills, as long as he is careful, ordinary soldiers can't do anything to him.

Of course, those men had no will to fight.

Simply scattering and driving them away doesn't pose much of a danger.

"Brother, you're carrying a box too."

Li Xin gave the order and lifted a wooden box from the courtyard with one hand.

They rushed to the front of the Wanhua Tower.

Standing in front of the raging flames.

Turn your hand over and tilt it.

Silver ingots poured out of the box like water.

It shimmered and gleamed in the firelight.

Li Cheng also emptied the contents of the box.

Besides silver, there were countless silver dollars.

Li Xin shouted, "The ringleader of the Wan Hua Lou gang has been executed, and Zhou Yuanqing, the leader of the Qing Zi Hao gang, as well as all the gang leaders have been killed."

However, over a hundred unfortunate people remained trapped inside the Wan Hua Lou, their paths blocked by the fire, and they were unable to escape.

He paused, waiting for the surrounding noise to subside. He gathered his strength in his dantian, and spoke again, his voice resounding throughout the surrounding area.

"But some kind-hearted people came to help put out the fire. As long as they sincerely contributed, each person would receive one tael of silver."

Those who have water at home, go and fetch some; a bucket of water costs two hundred coins.

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

That's true.

Li Xin then bestowed the reward.

Immediately, eager citizens rushed over.

Although they were trembling with fear, they could not resist the temptation of the silver.

It was just about fetching some water to put out the fire.

This is almost equivalent to ten days' or half a month's income.

Anyone who doesn't take action is a fool.

"Lord Xin, is it true?" This was someone who knew Li Xin's true identity, and he asked, his courage trembling.

"Of course it's true."

Li Xin did not deny it.

Anyway, he wore the mask not to hide his identity, but to impersonate Digestion.

He doesn't care what others call him.

"Third Prince, me, me too!"

"Sir, if we save more people, will we get a bigger reward?"

"Give."

"Master Li, from this day forward, your name will be sung throughout the capital, and no one will dare to stroke your tiger's beard lightly."

"I don't want money, I just admire your martial arts skills and actions. Guys, come lend a hand, put out the fire."

Seven or eight strong men went back and forth to fetch water and rushed towards the fire.

Thank you.

Li Xin cupped his hands in greeting and responded with a smile.

He turned and instructed, "Senior sister, you register them. Hongxiu, you distribute the money—Big brother, keep an eye on everyone. Anyone who tries to cheat or shirk their duties will not receive any money."

Anyone who reaches out recklessly will be killed without mercy.

They were talking at the same time.

Li Xin's thoughts drifted slightly away.

The myriad aspects of human life are just like this.

There are those who are timid and cowardly, those who are despicable and shameless, those who are heroic and righteous, and those who are extremely loyal and righteous.

Regardless of what others think or do.

He only cared about doing good deeds and didn't care about the future.

Holding the heart of a Bodhisattva, yet engaging in the killing and ravaging of an Asura.

Just enjoy life to the fullest.

Sixty-eight pale red dots of light, some near and some far, flowed into my mind like a gentle stream.

Seven golden points of light appeared as if they were forming mist, gathering together.

There are a lot more golden specks this time.

Li Xin noticed a golden light in the building; it was a servant boy with a sorrowful expression.

He looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was bending over, carrying one delicate woman after another who only knew how to cry to a place where the smoke and fire were less intense. He was so busy that sweat was pouring down his forehead.

Surprisingly, he showed little fear in his eyes as the fire licked in from the outside.

She just forced a humble smile out of habit.

The other four points of golden light appeared among the more than thirty little girls in the courtyard.

There were also seventeen or eighteen pale red spots among them.

This also shows that those who truly feel gratitude in their hearts, such as those who worship gods and Buddhas, are generally children.

No wonder some people say that children are like blank sheets of paper, and that's the age when they are most easily molded.

Once you mature and become worldly-wise, you'll no longer feel as much emotion.

Especially after witnessing the coldness and warmth of human relationships, one's heart has long since died. Naturally, it is difficult to feel moved, and it is mostly difficult for one to glean any inspiration.

Of course, this is not absolute.

For example, Li Cheng, the elder brother beside him, had a wisp of golden light emanating from his body.

This is the third point in total.

This made Li Xin even happier than the previous two points.

This proves that, as time goes by, there is still great potential to be tapped in these relatives and friends around us.

Growing your own baby radish shoots is a viable practice.

This is a shortcut to becoming a strong person.

Apart from the eldest brother, Cheng Feiyan and Zhuang Hongxiu are not currently together.

Instead, not far away, a tall and muscular figure had a golden light emanating from its head.

The man was agile and as strong as an ox.

After pouring two buckets of water into the fire, he lightly flicked several burning logs with a long pole, then extinguished a few more flames.

His movements were light and swift, his chest was bulging, and his muscles were very well-developed.

Coupled with her exquisitely beautiful face, which seemed as if it had been painted, it gave people a strange and overwhelming feeling.

That's Wang Jingya.

She arrived with a group of people to put out the fire without anyone noticing.

Furthermore, it secretly contributed a little bit of true faith and golden light to itself.

This young lady is really something.

Li Xin gave a thumbs up in his heart.

Turning my head, I could see even further into the distance.

Some agile martial arts practitioners quietly joined the firefighting team.

They came quietly, and they left quietly.

They didn't come up to talk to me.

Sure enough, some people don't lack the desire to do things, they just lack the ability and the courage.

However, they will ultimately admire those who dare to be pioneers and carry the torch for the masses.

This is a gradual influence, and it reflects the will of the people.

And after a bloody battle, I myself have become that kind of person.

Bang!

Splash—

At the Vice Minister's residence, Rong He smashed his teacup and overturned the table.

After a hysterical outburst, he slumped into a chair, panting heavily.

The servants around were trembling and knelt down, too afraid to move.

They were afraid that the master would dislike them and would whip them again.

Yesterday, two foolish maids were injured, and they died from their injuries this morning. Their bodies were only recently thrown out.

They dared not risk any more trouble.

"Step back, all of you step back."

After venting his anger, Ronghe seemed to feel a little better. He waved for the servants to leave and then ordered his personal servant to stand guard at the door.

When he turned his head, he found, as expected, that there was someone sitting in the chair next to him.

The newcomer's hair was oiled and perfectly styled.

He was dressed in a black suit and white shirt, with a neatly trimmed mustache.

He also had a large cigar between his fingers, wisps of smoke rising from it.

It's obvious at a glance that this person leads a very refined life.

"Mr. Xuantong, are you here to laugh at me?"

Rong He's expression was slightly unfriendly, but his eyes revealed deep apprehension.

He discovered that no matter what precautions he took, the other party would always appear beside him without him noticing.

Those skilled guards were as if they were blind.

It's unknown what methods this Eastern barbarian named Wuyin Xuantong used to sneak into the mansion.

Why would I laugh at you? In your words, we're in the same boat. If we're together, we both benefit; if we're apart, we both suffer.

Lord Rong, you don't need to be so wary of me; you should accept me wholeheartedly.

The situation is excellent now, and we should be working together for mutual prosperity. Why waste each other's patience with pointless suspicion?

"That's excellent."

Rong He slowly sat down, as if his earlier outburst of anger was merely an act, and that he was not angry at all.

"Master Xuantong, have you come today to offer me any guidance?"

"I wouldn't dare."

Wuyin Gentong spoke calmly, a hint of barely perceptible disdain flashing in his eyes, and said with a gentle smile, "Today's defeat is not a fault of our own. General Abuda did everything he could. In the end, this is the will of Heaven."

Ultimately, it all boils down to the fact that none of us understood Li Xin's true intentions. One wrong move, and the whole game is lost.

"Yes, this person's skill and keen senses are simply unbelievable."

Even I, an old man, have some doubts. Perhaps he's mastered the legendary Buddhist supernatural powers of divine eye and divine ear, since nothing seems to escape his notice?

"That's not it. As far as I know, when you cultivate martial arts to the extreme, you will awaken some strange abilities. Among them is mental perception."

Li Xin is not very old, and according to the rules, his cultivation should be lacking, so it is impossible for him to have reached such a level.

However, this is not always the case. Some people are exceptionally gifted and cannot be judged by conventional standards.

It can only be said that ordinary methods are completely meaningless to him.

The only way to overcome this is by overwhelming numbers, unless a new type of army is used to saturate the battlefield with firearms and artillery.

Otherwise, bows, arrows, and horsemanship alone would be of little use.

Wuyin Xuantong spoke slowly, his voice filled with shock.

Even he found it somewhat unbelievable after hearing about Li Xin's achievements.

Even if I were in his shoes, I might not be able to do better.

Unfortunately, that person was a child who was not even thirteen years old.

If such a figure were to appear in Japan, everyone would kneel down in worship and call him a demon god.

Unfortunately, the enemy's hero is my enemy.

Such a person cannot even grow up in his own country.

He sighed inwardly, then glanced at Rong He's unpleasant expression.

He shook his head and said, "Lord Rong, I came here not to mock you, nor am I here to chat with you idly."

However, I must remind you that something unusual is bound to happen.

That person's martial arts skills improved so quickly, there must be some extraordinary secret behind it. We might as well start by investigating his goals.

7

"You mean the matter of the martial arts champion?"

"I don't understand, what use is it to him to become the top martial arts champion?"

But based on the principle of resolutely preventing the enemy from doing what they want, hindering them will surely bring benefits we are unaware of.

"That's a valid point. But do you really have such good intentions?"

"Of course not, those who seize the dragon vein will surely obtain boundless fortune."

Whether he gets the title of martial arts champion or not is not important; what's important is that we ensure our own people are treated well.

Suppress them or kill them. If we don't interrupt this upward trend of martial artists, if we don't suppress the fighting spirit in their hearts, the dragon vein won't dissipate, and we won't be able to seize martial fortune.

"You're the kind of person who's good to you, not mine."

"It's the same. I heard that the Minister has been unfair in his work lately, which has aroused the suspicion of your emperor. I guess he won't be able to hold this position for long."

Lord Rong, haven't you ever thought about taking it a step further?

"Tell me, what are you going to do?"

Rong He's expression changed drastically, but he forced a smile and slowly said.

"It's very simple. In addition to hindering his future, we'll also give him a big gift."

I've heard that Li Xin is a man who hates evil as if it were his enemy, especially the trafficking of people. Perfect timing, I know who's currently involved in this."

"You mean, bliss?"

"Exactly, they do it discreetly, and it's difficult for ordinary people to understand the details."

Lord Rong knows this, so why not leak some information to Li Xin?

It all depends on whether he dares to make a move and whether he can win.

Haha, a snow-capped mountain, that person has a snow-capped mountain behind them.

With them guarding the inner palace, everyone could only watch helplessly, unable to break through the impenetrable walls.

"I wonder if Li Xin's sharp sword can cut through this city wall?"

"call out----"

Upon hearing this, Rong He gasped, his eyebrows twitching wildly.

After going through a long and winding road, he finally understood what the Dongyi people were thinking.

Using tears as a pretext to attack others, driving away one enemy to devour another, and simultaneously achieving one's own goals.

He merely uttered a few words, and all parties fell into his trap.

However, this kind of thing is also beneficial to oneself, so why not do it?

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