Dog Brother transmigrates into Lin Pingzhi: The Tai Xuan Scripture suppresses all nations

The following day, the Fuwei Escort Agency learned that the Qingcheng disciples who had wiped out the Changsha branch had headed south to Hengyang, seemingly heading towards Liu Zhengfeng's "washing hands of his past life" ceremony.

"Chase!"

Lin Zhennan's eyes flashed with cold light. He waved his hand, and the bodyguards behind him responded in unison. Dozens of heavy wooden boxes were loaded onto the carriage. The bodyguards looked solemn, their eyes filled with hatred.

The caravan headed south, and the closer they got to Hengyang, the stronger the atmosphere of the江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) became. The official road was filled with men carrying knives and swords, gathered in twos and threes, constantly talking about "Master Liu" and "washing their hands of the jianghu."

Some people also talked about the mysterious person whose voice resounded throughout Xiaoxiang, and there was much discussion, but no one knew where he came from.

Little did they know that a young man was drinking the fine wine given to him by the mysterious man, completely intoxicated by it.

Many people recognized Lin Zhennan and came up to chat with him. While exchanging pleasantries, their eyes couldn't help but glance at the boy at the end of the line—it was Shi Potian.

"Chief镖师 Lin, I heard your son defeated Yu Canghai in one move?"

"The Fuwei Escort Agency is really on the rise! No wonder they dare to follow the Qingcheng Sect south!"

Faced with these probing questions, Lin Zhennan responded with a smile, neither admitting nor denying, but the corners of his tightly pursed lips uncontrollably turned upwards, and the smile overflowed from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, which he could not suppress no matter what.

Shi Potian rode his horse with one hand and held the red-clad girl's wine jug in the other, taking sips every now and then, looking quite happy.

When asked, he said, "Yu Canghai injured himself. I should have killed him with one blow."

These words sounded even more unfathomable to onlookers.

As dusk fell, the group arrived at a mountain path thirty miles outside Hengyang City, where a dilapidated mountain god temple stood by the roadside. The mountain wind picked up, and dark clouds loomed overhead, indicating an impending downpour. Lin Zhennan immediately ordered, "Let's rest here and enter the city early tomorrow morning."

Although the temple had been in disrepair for many years, it was not small in size because of its location on a main road. The front hall was supported by three blue stone pillars that took two people to encircle. In the center was a Buddha statue with a missing head and arms. The floor was swept relatively clean, indicating that travelers often stayed there.

The monks' quarters in the back hall were filled with withered branches and leaves, and covered with cobwebs. So the group drove the horses to the back hall, lit several bonfires in the front hall, and took out some dry rations to eat.

Just as they took two bites, large raindrops began to pelt down, making the temple roof tiles clang.

"That was close!" Madam Wang patted her chest and laughed. "Any later and we would have been soaked to the bone."

Before the words were finished, a series of rapid hoofbeats came from outside the temple gate, accompanied by the sound of pouring rain, and several riders, carrying a chill, rushed in.

The leader was an elderly man with white hair and beard, who was in good spirits. Behind him were three strong men, none other than Xia Chongxia, the old boxing master of Zhengzhou Liuhemen, and his three sons-in-law.

"Senior Xia!" Lin Zhennan's eyes lit up, and he quickly stood up and cupped his hands in greeting. He was the son-in-law of Wang Yuanba of the Golden Saber Sect in Luoyang. The Golden Saber Sect and the Six Harmonies Sect both belonged to the martial arts world of Central China and had been on good terms for generations. Xia Chong and Wang Yuanba were even closer friends.

Xia Chong strode forward, grabbed Lin Zhennan's wrist, his palm rough and strong: "Nephew Zhennan! I heard about your family's affairs on the way here! That Yu Canghai is a complete scoundrel!"

Lin Zhennan's eyes reddened slightly as he sighed, "Senior, several years have passed in the blink of an eye. You still have the same charm as before, but I am..." As he spoke, he touched the newly grown white hair at his temples, his tone full of vicissitudes.

"Don't mention that!" Xia Chong waved his hand, his voice booming.

"Our Six Harmonies Sect is also going to Hengyang for a gathering. With Master Liu retiring from his life of crime, heroes from all over the land are gathering. It's a perfect opportunity to expose the shameful deeds of the Qingcheng Sect in front of everyone!"

"Yu Canghai slaughtered so many of your branch offices. If we don't avenge this, how can we, the martial arts community, maintain our dignity?"

"Senior, you are so kind! I am deeply grateful!" Lin Zhennan bowed deeply, and as he straightened his back, his eyes showed a resolute determination.

"The lives of over a hundred members of the Fuwei Escort Agency cannot have been in vain! Even if that scoundrel Yu Canghai escapes to the ends of the earth, I, Lin Zhennan, will take his head to atone for the fallen!"

These words were resounding and made Xia Chong and his three sons-in-law pause in surprise, then looked at Shi Potian standing behind Lin Zhennan.

The young man, dressed in white, was handsome and was drinking heartily from a wine jug.

Unable to contain his curiosity, the young son-in-law Xu Hun cupped his hands and asked, "Chief Escort Lin, is this your son? Rumor has it that your son defeated Abbot Yu in a single move. Is that true?"

This question was rather presumptuous. Lin Zhennan was about to speak when Shi Potian raised his head and said earnestly:

"It's true, defeating Yu Canghai is nothing special."

Shi Potian shook the wine pot.

"His martial arts skills weren't particularly high to begin with."

"hiss--"

Xia Chong and his three companions gasped. They had initially thought the rumors were exaggerated, but seeing the young man's disdainful attitude towards Yu Canghai, it didn't seem fake at all!

Looking at the members of the Fuwei Escort Agency, each of them appeared calm and composed, as if their defeat of Yu Canghai was perfectly natural. They all looked so ignorant that Xia Chong and his companions were speechless with astonishment.

Xu Hun was itching to test his skills on the spot, but he was too proud to speak up due to his status.

Xia Chong, mature and prudent, patted Lin Zhennan on the shoulder and said in a deep voice:

"Nephew, you are blessed to have such a son! But the Qingcheng Sect is deeply rooted and powerful, and Yu Canghai has been cultivating his power for decades. He is not someone to be trifled with. The matter of revenge requires careful consideration. Do not act rashly."

Lin Zhennan was about to express his gratitude when suddenly—

A rapid, drum-like thud of hooves broke through the rain and galloped toward the ruined temple!

The sound was much more orderly than the hoofbeats of Xia Chong and his men earlier, as if the approaching force was not martial artists, but a well-trained cavalry.

The ground of the dilapidated temple trembled, and a murderous aura swept over us.

The expressions of everyone in the temple changed simultaneously, the flickering light of the bonfire casting shifting shadows on their faces.

"Whoa—"

The sound of horses neighing rang out, and the temple door was kicked open.

The icy rain, carrying a chill, rushed in, followed by a series of orderly footsteps, as dozens of men in black filed in. They were soaked to the bone, their black clothes clinging to their bodies, and the swords and knives in their hands gleamed with a chilling light in the firelight.

The group moved in unison, standing at attention on both sides after entering the room, effectively surrounding the Fuwei Escort Agency group in the middle!

The three men at the head of the group walked in slowly.

On the left was a large, fat man, around forty years old, with a short beard like a spear and fierce eyes; in the middle was a thin, old man with dark skin, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, like two cold stars.

The man on the right was tall and imposing, with a scar on his face that stretched from his brow bone to his jaw, adding to his menacing appearance.

The three men's gazes swept over the people in the temple, and when they landed on Lin Zhennan, a hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the gaunt old man.

Before Lin Zhennan could speak, the scarred man on the right shouted sternly:

"This is an operation conducted by the Eastern Leader of the Sun Moon Cult! Any bystanders who don't want to die, get out of here immediately!"