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

Chapter 90 Kill! The Prison Scripture! My demonic body can never return!

The man in black robes was slapped across the face, leaving five clear finger marks, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He stared at Qi Qingshan with sharp, resentful eyes.

"Hmph! Since you know I'm from hell, you shouldn't be asking me these pointless questions. You won't get anything out of me—"

*Smack!*

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Qingshan slapped him again.

This time it was even heavier than before.

The black-robed man was beaten until he coughed up blood and lost his teeth, but he could only grit his teeth and glare at them.

With his acupoints sealed, he can't do anything right now.

Qi Qingshan snorted: "I don't know about other things, but I know very well that you dogs from Hell have been working for those scumbags in Haisheng Palace all these years, and you've harmed countless geniuses who wanted to fight for the Great Sheng Dynasty in the Hundred Dynasties War."

The man in black robes suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Qi Qingshan.

Unfortunately, he didn't see anything.

Qi Qingshan's face was expressionless, only the firelight flickered.

"Let me guess." Qi Qingshan raised his hand and stroked his chin. "You came to Tianfu City to carry out a mission, and this mission should be related to the demon puppet beside you."

The man in black robes hardened his expression again, staring intently at Qi Qingshan.

His lips moved, but he didn't speak.

Qi Qingshan smiled and continued, "This demon puppet has no demon soul. You came to Tianfu to find the demon soul, but the demon soul escaped to Tianfu City."

The man in the black robe changed his expression again.

Qi Qingshan continued, "This demonic soul must have caught the eye of one of those scumbags from the Haisheng Palace, which is why they sent you, a Rakshasa demon lurking in the Yizhou region, to search for it."

The black-robed man's eyes suddenly trembled, filled with horror.

"How do you know so much?!"

The voice of the man in black robes sounded particularly powerful.

Qi Qingshan had no intention of explaining. He simply kicked the man in black robes to the ground, then raised his right foot and stomped down hard on the man's head.

The moment the foot landed, a muffled whooshing sound filled the air.

"Bang!!"

The black-robed man's head was stomped into the ground, dust billowed up, and the ground trembled. A dozen or so pieces of dirt fell from the wall of the nearby earth god temple.

The man in black robes didn't even struggle before he died instantly.

At this moment, Qi Qingshan said coldly, "Because I've experienced similar things before. You damned dogs, I'll destroy your hideout sooner or later."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a deep-seated hatred.

Unfortunately, the man in black robes could no longer hear him.

The body lay on the ground, blood still seeping from its head, staining the surrounding soil a dark brown.

Qi Xiuyuan felt a chill run down his spine as he watched this scene.

He had never seen his father make such an expression.

That was a very deep hatred!

Moreover, the attack wasn't directed at the dead man in black robes, but at the hell behind him.

Perhaps I should repeatedly set goals and ponder the hatred between my father and hell?

Or should we stick to respect our father's decision and refrain from inquiring for the time being?

Qi Qingshan took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions in his eyes, and looked at Qi Xiuyuan again.

"Xiuyuan, you don't need to worry about those past events for now. When the time comes for you to know, your father will tell you."

"By the way, this demon puppet has already been refined by those bastards from Hell. Even if the original demon soul returns, it probably won't be able to possess it and revive. Do you still want it?"

Qi Xiuyuan was slightly taken aback.

Can't it?

Even if I take the demon puppet back, it won't make a difference.

"Uh... let's keep it for now."

Shen Liyan remained silent, quietly inside the Yinyu Pendant, not even letting out a breath. Qi Xiuyuan had no idea what she planned to do.

We can only take this demonic puppet back first.

As for my father's matter.

Since he insists on keeping it a secret for now, then we won't pry.

Qi Qingshan and Qi Wence didn't ask why, they just nodded and told Qi Xiuyuan to search the black-robed man's body.

Qi Xiuyuan walked to the corpse, squatted down, and after feeling around for a while, pulled out three items.

A waist tag, a money bag, and a secret manual.

The waist tag was made of black iron, with a hideous Rakshasa demon face engraved on the front and several distorted characters on the back.

"This is the identity token of the Rakshasa Ghost of Hell. He was in charge of the Yizhou area. As long as the news of his death has not been sent back, those old guys in Hell will not know for the time being, nor will they send anyone here."

Qi Qingshan took the waist token, glanced at it, and explained in a calm tone.

"But this matter cannot be kept secret for long. Hell will soon realize something is wrong and send out even stronger impermanent ghosts, or bull-headed ghosts, horse-faced ghosts, in short, their strength is definitely above that of the Rakshasa ghost."

"Dad, does our family have a deep-seated hatred for hell?" Qi Xiuyuan asked earnestly.

Qi Qingshan's words and his gaze just now were definitely not just because he had heard about the evil deeds in hell.

That hatred seeped from the very core of their being.

Qi Qingshan did not deny it.

His gaze fell on the campfire, watching the flames churn. He remained silent for a moment before saying, "I'll tell you about this later. As for this manual, take it back and study it carefully. In the future, when you encounter people going to hell, you'll know what methods they have."

Qi Xiuyuan looked at the secret manual in his hand.

The cover was dark black, and by the light of the campfire, two large, dark red characters could be seen printed on it.

The Prison Scripture!

Qi Qingshan continued, "This Prison Scripture is a cultivation method uniformly practiced by the official members of Hell. The methods within it are quite bizarre. However, this guy is just a Rakshasa Ghost, and this Prison Scripture only has the first level, which corresponds to the Core Formation Realm."

Qi Xiuyuan was taken aback.

Martial arts of the Core Formation Realm?

This is great stuff!!

He subconsciously flipped through the manual, and the dense text and meridian diagrams came into view. The energy circulation routes were strange, and the paths of several meridians completely violated normal martial arts principles.

"Dad, are Rakshasa demons the lowest level in Hell?"

Qi Xiuyuan closed the manual, looked up and asked.

Qi Qingshan knew why he asked that question; it was simply because even the Rakshasa Ghost had only obtained the first level of the Prison Scripture, which seemed quite low-level.

He chuckled softly and shook his head.

"That's not it. Rakshasa demons are usually in charge of a region and have a dozen, or even dozens or hundreds, of lesser demons under their command. These are the lesser demons whose cultivation has not reached the Core Formation stage. These lesser demons are not considered official members of Hell and are not qualified to cultivate the Hell Scripture."

Qi Xiuyuan nodded slightly.

Understood.

He looked at the money pouch again; it contained only a small amount of loose silver and nothing else.

Just as he was checking his purse, Qi Wence took out a celadon bottle, tilted the mouth of the bottle, and poured it onto the corpse of the man in black robes.

Some dark green liquid poured out of the bottle and landed on the corpse.

"Hiss—"

A pungent, foul-smelling gas rose up.

It smelled like rotting flesh mixed with sulfur and charred fur, so pungent that it made you wrinkle your nose.

In just a few moments, the corpse had rapidly dissolved; flesh, bones, and clothing had all turned into a pool of thick liquid, which was still bubbling on the ground.

Qi Xiuyuan stared in astonishment at his father and second uncle.

The movements were so practiced, and it was clear they were prepared beforehand; it was obviously not their first time.

But I remember the last time I went with my father to dispose of the bodies of Wang Heihu, the second-in-command of Black Wind Stronghold, my father used lime powder.

This time, they used something even more powerful.

It seems.

Previously, my understanding of my father and second uncle was very limited.

"Xiuyuan, remember, some corpses, if not handled properly, will bring you endless trouble. These must be disposed of using corpse-dissolving liquid to erase all traces."

"If it's just an ordinary enemy, the corpse can be disposed of simply, or simply ignored."

Qi Qingshan reminded him.

Qi Xiuyuan nodded slightly: "Dad, I've got it."

He then looked at Qi Wenze.

"Second Uncle, how do you make this corpse-dissolving potion?"

Qi Wence smiled, took out a new bottle from his pocket, and handed it to Qi Xiuyuan.

"This bottle is enough to cure ten people. Be careful and carry it with you so you don't break it, or you'll be the first to dissolve."

"Thank you, Second Uncle!"

Qi Xiuyuan smiled and carefully put away the corpse-dissolving water.

Half an hour later, the night rain gradually stopped.

"Let's go back."

The three of them, carrying the demon puppet, deliberately circled halfway around Tianfu City, avoiding the night watchmen and patrolling soldiers, and only returned to the martial arts school after confirming that no one was following them.

Qi Xiuyuan took the demon puppet back to his residence.

Qi Qingshan and Qi Wence stood in the courtyard, watching his departing figure.

"Big brother, aren't you going to ask Xiuyuan what's going on?"

Qi Wence spoke in a low voice.

Qi Qingshan shook his head: "No need. Xiu Yuan has his reasons for doing this. If we interfere with everything, how can he grow?"

"He has already missed ten years of golden time. Now he has accumulated a lot of experience and is poised to soar to great heights. All I can do is protect and guide him before he takes flight."

"That's enough!"

A satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

Qi Wence frowned and asked, "Then what is your wish?"

Qi Qingshan smiled and turned to look at Qi Wence.

"Given Xiu Yuan's personality, would he not participate in such a grand event as the Hundred Dynasties War? Moreover, he has now mastered the Five Animal Transformation Technique, so he will naturally make it shine in the Hundred Dynasties War."

"Completed?!"

Qi Wence was startled.

He was unaware of this news and couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face.

How long has it been?

He personally handed over the secret manual of the Five Animal Transformation Technique to Qi Xiuyuan.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Qi Xiuyuan had already mastered it.

Qi Qingshan looked up at the night sky, a complex expression flashing in his eyes: "Moreover, there is a chance to become a saint hidden in the Hundred Dynasties Palace. Even if he doesn't go, I will make him go."

Qi Wence nodded slightly, as if he understood something.

After a moment of silence, he asked again, "So when do you plan to tell him the truth?"

Qi Qingshan shook his head: "Now is not the time. Letting him know too much will only harm him."

Qi Wence remained silent for a moment, then nodded and said no more.

"Alright, you should get some rest."

Qi Qingshan patted him on the shoulder, then turned and walked towards the door.

"I'm going to Zhentian Martial Arts School and Changhong Escort Agency. So many years have passed, and some things should come to an end."

Qi Wence watched the departing figure and murmured to himself, "This is the older brother I know. He's really back!"

Qi Xiuyuan led the demon puppet back to the house.

He closed the door and bolted it.

The demon soul of Shen Liyan floated out from the Yin Fish Pendant and slowly condensed in the air, transforming into a semi-transparent demon soul that was exactly the same as that demon puppet.

She stared blankly at the demon puppet that stood motionless in place.

The demon puppet stood there quietly, its eyes closed and its face expressionless.

The spiraled tips gleamed with a faint luster, and the scales on its cheeks remained bright, making it look lifelike, but unfortunately it was just an empty shell.

Shen Liyan's soul clenched her fists tightly, gritting her teeth.

Her soul was trembling slightly, as if suppressing a volcano about to erupt.

After a long while, she took a deep breath, shrugged her shoulders slightly, and then let them droop limply.

"My demonic body can never return—"

"How do you know if you haven't tried?"

Qi Xiuyuan asked in confusion.

Shen Liyan slumped her head and shook it: "There's no need to try at all. My demon body has already been ruined by those beasts in hell. My meridians, demon blood, and physique are all destroyed."

At this point, she suddenly glared, revealing a fierce look with four fangs bared, as if she wanted to devour human flesh.

"I will devour all of you, you beasts and humans of hell!!"

The sharp voice carried a gnashing hatred.

A sudden gust of wind arose in the room, causing the candlelight to flicker violently.

Unfortunately, there's nothing she can do now.

Qi Xiuyuan was silent for a moment before saying, "Just stay in the jade pendant in peace. I will find you a better demon body when the opportunity arises."

Shen Liyan turned her head and stared at Qi Xiuyuan without blinking, without saying a word.

It's like they're scrutinizing you.

It was as if they were confirming something.

Seeing that look, Qi Xiuyuan couldn't help but ask, "What? You don't believe me?"

Shen Liyan sighed softly, drooped her head, and flew back into the Yin Fish Pendant.

Qi Xiuyuan touched his face.

"I'm handsome, so why can't I be trusted?"

He shook his head, placed the demon puppet in the corner of the room, covered it with a cloth, then took off his outer clothes, lay down on the bed, put his hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling.

"Forget it, time to sleep. I have to go out again tomorrow to lure out the assassin who crippled Lin Hu and find the real culprit."

He wouldn't feel at ease until the person behind the scenes was dead.

Even with his eyes closed, the battle from tonight kept replaying in his mind.

The battles between experts at the Core Formation Realm are breathtaking and captivating in terms of speed, power, and tactics.

Early the next morning.

The sky was bright.

Several sparrows chirped and chattered in the old locust tree in the courtyard, waking Qi Xiuyuan.

After he finished washing up, he found his father, Qi Qingshan, and briefly explained his plan.

Qi Qingshan only said one sentence.

Let him do it freely; we'll cover for him if anything goes wrong.

Then I threw him a few secret manuals.

"Splitting Palm", "Breaking Mountain Kick", "Rock Stone Skill", "Rainbow Saber Technique".

"Dad, did you shut down Zhentian Martial Arts School and Changhong Escort Agency?"

Qi Xiuyuan looked at Qi Qingshan in astonishment.

Qi Qingshan acted as if it were none of his business: "What do you mean by 'right or wrong'? This is compensation they gave me. Of course, you can just take a look and learn from it, but don't show it off in front of outsiders."

Qi Xiuyuan seriously doubted the authenticity of these words.

Is it really compensation?

Forget it.

Do whatever Dad says.

He then left the Qingshan Martial Arts School alone.

The mornings in Tianfu City are bustling with activity; street vendors have already set up their stalls, selling steamed buns, tofu pudding, and more.

The cries of vendors selling steamed buns rose and fell in a cacophony of voices.

Qi Xiuyuan rode a chestnut horse without urging it on, leisurely heading towards the outskirts of Tianfu City as if he were sightseeing.

"Sigh—these are truly turbulent times!"

Early in the morning, the teahouse was already quite crowded.

Several square tables were worn smooth and shiny, and teapots were bubbling with steam. The aroma of tea mixed with the smell of steamed buns wafting from the breakfast stalls, spreading through the streets and alleys.

"Old Lu, what's with all the sighing and complaining? Which family has had another accident?"

A man in a short jacket standing nearby, holding a rough porcelain teacup, asked curiously.

The surrounding tea drinkers also perked up their ears.

Old Lu was a tea lover. In his youth, he ran his own business, traveling all over the country and accumulating some wealth. In his old age, he settled down in Tianfu City, where he has lived for more than 20 years. He is very well-informed about gossip.

He sighed, probably because something had happened to one of the families.

Old Lu was wearing a blue cloth long gown and holding a purple clay teapot that he had used for more than ten years. The teapot's body had been rubbed and patinated.

He has a real passion for tea, and he comes every morning without fail, sitting there with a pot of tea from the moment he opens the door until the sun is high in the sky.

Therefore, many people in the teahouse knew him.

There are many people in Tianfu City who love drinking tea, just like Old Man Lu.

Because in the summer, Tianfu City is quite hot. The sun is scorching as soon as it comes out, making people sweat profusely and their throats feel like they're on fire.

A bowl of tea, cool from the throat all the way down to the stomach, is more comforting than anything else.

Old Lu sighed deeply, placed the purple clay teapot on the table, and a complex emotion flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

"What happened this time is something you probably can't even imagine in your lifetime. When I first heard the news, I was shocked."

"Who is it? Tell me!"

Old Lu sighed again before slowly saying, "It was Pang Qing, the master of Zhentian Martial Arts School, and Huo Zheng, the chief镖头 of Changhong Escort Agency, two experts at the Minggu Realm, who are gone just like that."

The teahouse suddenly fell silent.

Even the waiter who was boiling water stopped what he was doing.

"The master of Zhentian Martial Arts School and the chief镖头 of Changhong Escort Agency are both dead?!"

Everyone came to their senses and was shocked.

Everyone here is a local from Tianfu City. Who doesn't know the names of Pang Qing and Huo Zheng?

He was one of the top figures in the martial arts world of Tianfu City. When he walked down the street, everyone would respectfully call him Master Pang or Chief Escort Huo.

They just disappeared like that?

Qi Xiuyuan, who happened to be passing by on horseback, was taken aback when he heard this. He gently pulled on the reins, and his chestnut horse snorted and stopped.

Pang Qing and Huo Zheng, are they dead?

Sure enough, Dad really did kill the two of them.

With my father's methods, probably no one will know what happened. Even if everyone knows that Zhentian Martial Arts School, Changhong Escort Agency and Qingshan Martial Arts School are at odds, without evidence, it won't affect Qingshan Martial Arts School.

"Is this the world of martial arts? It truly is a jungle where the strong prey on the weak!"

Qi Xiuyuan murmured to himself.

Although Qingshan Martial Arts School is on the side of the strong preying on the weak this time, who knows when it might become the side of the weak.

Think of Pang Qing and Huo Zheng.

Yesterday he was a powerful and influential expert, today he is just a cold corpse.

Qi Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel less secure.

And all of this stems from insufficient firepower!

"drive!"

He gently squeezed the horse's flanks with his legs, and the horse snorted, reared up, and continued walking towards the city gates.

The discussions in the teahouse continued.

Some speculate it was a revenge killing, others say it was because he provoked someone he shouldn't have.

As soon as he arrived near the city gate, Qi Xiuyuan saw a familiar figure.

The man's clothes were tattered and covered in mud and grime. His hair was disheveled. He was fighting with several beggars for food when he was kicked to the ground and lay there helplessly.

Qi Xiuyuan was all too familiar with that face.

It's Han Zhou.

The once high-spirited traitor has now fallen so low as to compete with beggars for food.

Nothing in life is more unpredictable than this.

Han Zhou saw Qi Xiuyuan riding on horseback, his body stiffened instantly, he closed his eyes, buried his head in the ground, and dared not look up.

Qi Xiuyuan only glanced at him and did not stop.

The chestnut horse strode steadily past Han Zhou and headed out of the city.

The government office.

The Assistant Magistrate Zhao Jingxing was sitting in his study reviewing official documents.

A constable tiptoed in, bowed, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Zhao Jingxing paused for a moment, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"You left the city alone?"

He placed the brush on the brush holder, leaned back, and gently tapped the armrest with his fingers, making a soft tapping sound. Then he waved his hand lightly to dismiss the yamen runners.

The smile on his face seemed to deepen.

"Although Pang Qing is dead, he has designated a successor employer. My Tianyi City has received the money, and this rule cannot be broken. The mission must continue."

"Now that you've left the city, today is your death day!"

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