Set a goal, and the system takes over the body.

Red lanterns were hung on the streets of Tianfu City, their red glow spreading and turning the bluestone pavement a warm red.

The night watchman walked slowly by, striking his clapper; the clapper sound carried far along the alley.

In the deep alley, all was quiet, with only the sound of the wind and the intermittent chirping of insects at the base of the wall.

Qi Xiuyuan changed into a black night outfit, pulled up his mask to reveal only a pair of clear, cold eyes, took a step, and silently flipped out.

Qingyuge is a famous pleasure quarter in Tianfu City, located in a bustling area of ​​the city. Inside, the building is brightly lit, with music playing constantly. At the entrance, carriages and horses are everywhere, and the carriages of dignitaries line half the street, making it very lively.

Li Yan is the top courtesan of Qingyu Pavilion.

She was proficient in everything from playing the zither and chess to calligraphy, painting, singing, dancing, and playing instruments. In addition, she was stunningly beautiful with a graceful and charming figure.

The scholars, merchants, and nobles of the city had long admired her.

Today is her birthday banquet, and also a big day for her to get ready, so it naturally attracted a large number of powerful and wealthy people in the city to attend.

Qi Xiuyuan did not go to Qingyu Pavilion.

He stood guard in an alley between Zhentian Martial Arts School and Qingyu Pavilion.

This alley is somewhat narrow and quiet, but its advantage lies in being a shortcut.

If you don't take the shortcut here, you'll have to walk two miles around the main street to get from Zhentian Martial Arts School to Qingyu Pavilion. Unless you're a newcomer from out of town, no one would choose the longer route.

Pang Ziming, confident in his martial arts skills and arrogant by nature, will definitely take this path.

Night deepened.

Fewer and fewer pedestrians were in the alley, and even the barking of dogs in the distance had stopped, leaving only the whistling sound of the wind blowing through the alley entrance.

Qi Xiuyuan hid in the shadows, his breathing extremely steady, even his breath was very light, like a stone embedded in a wall.

Pang Ziming, carrying the wine jar, stumbled and wobbled into the narrow, cramped alley.

His martial arts attire was wrinkled, his hair was messy, his face was flushed, and he reeked of alcohol. He swayed after taking a few steps, and after a short while, he stopped by leaning against the wall, raised the wine jar to his lips, tilted his head back, and gulped it down, but only managed to pour out two mouthfuls before it was all gone.

He raised his hand and smashed the wine jar on the ground.

With a crisp bang, the pottery shards shattered on the ground, the fragments flying far away.

"Damn it! He's just the prefect's son, isn't he? Does he really think he's so great just because he has a few stinking coins? Just wait until you fall into my hands, I'll make you regret it."

Pang Ziming, his face full of anger, clenched his fist and slammed it against the earthen wall next to him.

With a loud bang, the earthen wall was smashed, leaving a crater, and rubble and soil tumbled down.

He brought a lot of money with him tonight, hoping to win over Li Yan at her birthday banquet and win her heart. But he didn't expect that the prefect's son would also be there, and that he was superior to him in terms of power and wealth.

The beauty I've been longing for has been snatched away on our first time.

I felt so frustrated, like a stone was stuck in my throat.

"You son of a bitch, without your father you wouldn't even be worthy to carry my shoes."

While cursing, he unbuckled his belt and urinated against the wall. Then he pulled up his pants and staggered to the other end of the alley.

"Damn it, if I had caught that Golden Sun Fish earlier, if Black Wind Stronghold hadn't robbed that batch of goods, I would definitely have won first place tonight."

Pang Ziming grew angrier the more he thought about it.

"And there's Qi Qingshan from Qingshan Martial Arts School. If he hadn't taken the flag from my Zhentian Martial Arts School back then, my Zhentian Martial Arts School would have been the largest martial arts school in Tianfu City long ago. Even the prefect would have to give him some face. Why did things have to come to this tonight?"

"Hmph! I, Pang Ziming, may not be able to touch you, Qi Qingshan, but surely I can touch your good-for-nothing son?"

"When the Tianfu Martial Arts Tournament comes around, I'll break both of your son's legs in front of you, making him crawl like a dead dog before me..."

Suddenly, his body tensed up.

A chill ran down my spine, instantly sobering me up considerably.

"Who?!"

Pang Ziming suddenly stopped and stared intently at the shadow in front of him. There stood a dark figure, seemingly blending into the night.

Qi Xiuyuan's eyes were filled with coldness, and his aura was chilling.

next second.

He suddenly leaped out, his figure like a tiger pouncing on its prey, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Pang Ziming.

Pang Ziming was startled. Without thinking, he channeled his inner energy and unleashed a powerful palm strike forward, the wind from which whistled.

This is the Sky-Splitting Palm technique from Zhentian Martial Arts School!

pity.

In his drunken state, not only was his palm strike weakened by more than half, but his accuracy and reaction were also greatly reduced. He could not even exert 30% of his usual cultivation level, which was at the mid-stage of the Inner Strength Realm.

Qi Xiuyuan shifted his footing, taking half a step to the side to avoid the palm strike.

At the same time, he lowered his body and extended his right hand from a tricky angle, his five fingers gathering strength, and pulled out with lightning speed.

Pang Ziming's expression changed drastically, and he quickly retreated.

But it was too late.

Qi Xiuyuan's fingertips precisely gripped his body, and his finger strength instantly flowed into his body.

The Divine Finger Technique can be used not only with a sword finger.

It would work just as well if you used tiger claws instead.

The blood and qi that Pang Ziming had just activated were instantly cut off, as if they were locked by invisible chains, and were running wildly in his body in a strange way.

In an instant, his whole body went numb, his hands and feet froze, and he stood stiffly in place.

Pang Ziming sobered up instantly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He tried to call for help and try to break free by circulating his qi and blood, but to his horror, he found that with his qi and blood in chaos, he could not only not move, but also not make a sound. He could only stare at the dark figure out of the corner of his eye, his eyes filled with fear.

Qi Xiuyuan reached into his arms and pulled out a thick stack of silver notes, as well as a beautifully crafted nine-phoenix gold hairpin.

"Hmph! You dare to provoke my Black Wind Stronghold? Your Zhen Tian Martial Arts School certainly has a lot of arrogance!"

Qi Xiuyuan deliberately lowered his voice, making it hoarse and rough, just like the bandits.

He didn't expect Pang Ziming to respond.

As long as someone living nearby can hear it, that's fine.

Even if no one hears it.

It doesn't really matter.

He had a backup plan.

Gently pulling down the black cloth covering his face, Qi Xiuyuan stared into Pang Ziming's eyes.

At a distance of only three feet, Pang Ziming, by the faint moonlight, could see the face clearly. His eyes widened in shock. He tried desperately to shake his head and explain, but no matter how hard he tried, his body wouldn't budge and he couldn't utter a sound.

Qi Xiuyuan clenched his five fingers into a tiger's claw shape, lowered his waist, and launched a fierce tiger pounce, his right palm slamming into Pang Ziming's chest with powerful force.

"Bang!!"

With a muffled thud, Pang Ziming was sent flying more than two zhang backward, crashing to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood, which splattered on the ground.

Qi Xiuyuan walked over slowly and looked down at Pang Ziming, whose eyes were wide open.

Lift your foot, Tiger Stomp!

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking was particularly jarring in the alley.

Pang Ziming's right knee was dented by the impact.

Comminuted fracture!

His face instantly turned red with pain, and the veins on his forehead bulged, but he couldn't let out a single scream. He could only hold it in, his features contorted in agony.

Originally, Qi Xiuyuan only intended to severely injure Pang Ziming.

But the things Pang Ziming had said earlier made him want to kill.

After all, Pang Ziming was going to break both of his legs during the Tianfu Martial Arts Tournament, making him crawl on the ground like a dead dog.

In addition, Zhentian Martial Arts School also seriously injured him in the previous two Tianfu Martial Arts Tournaments.

New and old grudges, they deserve to die!

Lift his foot and stomp again!

"Snap!"

Another crisp sound of bones breaking.

Pang Ziming's left knee was also completely shattered.

He was in so much pain that his vision blurred and he almost fainted. His face turned from purplish-red to deathly pale, and then from deathly pale to liver-colored.

When he looked at Qi Xiuyuan again, his eyes were filled with fear and pleading.

Unfortunately, all the sounds were stuck in his throat and he couldn't make them out.

"You can die now!"

After saying that, Qi Xiuyuan aimed at Pang Ziming's head and suddenly kicked him again.

"Bang!!"

The bluestone slab on the ground cracked open, and Pang Ziming's head sank deep into it.