Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

Overall, Zhang Yourong underestimated the perilousness of the situation.

That's not her fault.

Li Xin also often felt that he was somewhat out of place in this world.

Some people's ideas are completely different from those of us who have bottom lines.

It's difficult to even put yourself in someone else's shoes.

"Perfect timing, everyone's here!"

Li Xin led Zhang Yourong along the way.

If anyone tried to stop him on the road, he would cut them down without saying a word.

After more than ten people died, everyone watched him walk toward the council hall.

Perhaps his methods were too ruthless.

Perhaps it was because someone finally recognized who he really was.

All that could be heard were the maids and servants whispering the name "Nezha, the Third Prince".

Furthermore, words like "Wan Hua Lou" (a type of brothel), "Green Standard Army" (a military unit), and "firefighting" also reached my ears...

He knew that news of his battle at Wan Hua Lou had not failed to reach the Zhang family, but rather that no one had taken it seriously.

How incredibly bold!

Li Xin sighed once again.

"You Rong, killing everyone here shouldn't be a problem, right?"

As soon as Li Xin stepped into the hall, he saw several people lying on the ground.

The rest were all dressed smartly and sitting upright...

In the center seat sat an old man with a ruddy complexion and white beard and hair.

Upon seeing the two of them enter, everyone wore expressions of disbelief.

"Second Grandfather, the family is divided, and we've let the thief into the house. Is this the situation you wanted?"

Zhang Yourong was silent for a moment, then raised her head, glanced around at everyone in the hall, nodded, and said coldly, "They all deserve to die."

“Zhang Yourong, who do you think you are, speaking to your second grandfather like that? I understand now, you've hooked up with a gigolo and have no respect for your elders…”

chi...

The blade flashed.

One of the middle-aged man's heads flew off.

Blood splattered on the long table, gleaming with a shocking and glaring crimson.

"Who is this guy?"

“It’s my second uncle, Zhang Taihe.”

"He's too noisy."

Li Xin said this.

"Father, how dare you kill my father, you..."

Zhang Changzhi, his eyes bloodshot, supported the middle-aged man's corpse and roared angrily.

"And who is this?"

"Zhang Changzhi, the eldest son of the second branch, is the one who plots day and night to seize control of the Qinglong Chamber of Commerce, and the second grandfather also supports him."

I reckon that playboy from the Wang family was brought here by him too.

"Mastermind, I understand."

Li Xin's blade flashed, and he took a step forward.

"Wait a minute."

The middle-aged man with a horse-like face and long beard beside him shouted sharply, and suddenly thrust out his black short stick, aiming at the flashing blade.

At the same time, one palm moves from right to left, drawing an arc.

He pressed down gently, towards Li Xin's wrist.

bang...

Amidst the clanging of metal.

The short stick flew out of his hand.

Before the horse-faced, long-bearded middle-aged man could retreat, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

I felt a lightness in my left arm, and then one arm flew up.

“I am Tang Shaofu of Tai Chi, even your master Cheng Yuanhua wouldn’t dare to…”

Amidst a surge of sword light and a deafening roar, Li Xin's figure vanished like a wisp of mist.

When they reappeared, they were already behind Tang Shaofu.

A head shot into the sky.

"Don't even mention that you're Tai Chi; even if you were Wuji, it wouldn't be of any use?"

Li Xin said with a smile.

"My master gives you face, but it doesn't work for me."

"You're a grown man, haven't you ever heard that under the weight of negative online posts, there's no chance of survival?"

He kicked Zhang Changzhi to the ground, stepped on his forehead, and laughed, "I'm curious, have you never heard of me, or do you look down on me?"

"I...I..."

Tears and snot streamed down Zhang Changzhi's face, his pants were soaked, and a foul stench emanated from them.

However, no one had the time to cover their nose at that moment.

Including Zhang Yuanshao, the elder of the Zhangjiazhen Sea Needle Clan, there were five or six people in the hall, all of whom trembled slightly.

The middle-aged man who had just had his staff broken, his arm severed, and his head beheaded with a single blow. Li Xin might not recognize him, but everyone in the hall knew of his formidable skills.

Although this person does not have the title of Grandmaster, even a Grandmaster would not necessarily be able to completely defeat him.

Tai Chi and Bagua are equally famous in the capital.

The successors of the two schools even occasionally clashed.

Baguaquan relied on imperial power and served the court.

In recent years, he has become more famous.

After all, it has the added benefit of the official filter...

In the eyes of the world, it is superior.

But their strength lies not in their power, but in their status.

As for Tai Chi, since the Grandmaster went into seclusion, his disciples have also kept a low profile.

But it was only because it wasn't very conspicuous in the imperial court.

His fame grew day by day in the martial arts world.

Its lineage is so widespread and its disciples are so powerful that it is considered the best of the three major internal martial arts styles.

This Tang Shaofu, also known as Tang Dajia, is a highly skilled master with a well-known reputation among the powerful and influential circles in the capital.

He was once the chief martial arts instructor of Prince Yi's mansion.

Later, he retired to teach, and his students were numerous. He did not get involved in court disputes, and his reputation was excellent.

He is a formidable figure who can sit at the same table as Wang Wu, the Great Swordsman, and Cheng Yuanhua, the Gossip King.

This time, the second branch of the Zhang family spent a large sum of money and a huge favor to get him to come out of retirement.

It was precisely because of this that the Zhang family dared to completely disregard Li Xin's formidable reputation...

But unexpectedly...

They really made the right move.

Faced with Li Xin's swordsmanship, Tang Shaofu couldn't even block three strikes before his head was severed.

How can anyone accept this?

Then, when he looked at Zhang Yourong again, there was a hint of bitterness in his eyes.

You've latched onto such a powerful patron, just say so...

Such formidable martial prowess is something even a grandmaster might not be able to match.

Previously, they thought that 60,000 taels of silver a year was a waste of money.

Now I understand why we needed such a person to oversee things.

Even if it costs ten times more silver, it would be worth it for a family.

With this one person, there is no less than ten thousand horses and a thousand soldiers.

“You Rong, you see, Uncle Qi was just deceived by Zhang Changzhi before, he didn’t really want to deal with you.”

"Yes, yes, your second great-uncle is also senile."

Encouraged by his grandson, he conceived the idea of ​​seizing the headship of the family.

In my opinion, he is the real cancer in the Zhang family.

"I can step down and retire from worldly affairs. Just let my grandson off the hook."

Zhang Yuanshao sighed, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Looking at Zhang Taihe's corpse, and then at Zhang Changzhi's ugly face, he sighed.

Suddenly, his hair became dry and brittle, making him look ten years older.

Li Xin turned to look at Zhang Yourong.

This is actually a family matter of the Zhang family; I am merely making offerings.

Whether or not she showed leniency depends on Zhang Yourong's own decision.

Fortune and misfortune have no fixed gate; they are summoned by oneself.

"I'm tired."

Zhang Yourong turned her head and walked towards the door, no longer looking back.

"Third and Fifth Grandfathers, you shall retire at home from now on..."

She only mentioned Zhang Yuanfeng and Zhang Yuanzhen, and everyone present changed their expressions drastically.

"You're too tolerant, you're too tolerant, that won't do."

The hall was filled with the sound of weeping.

bang...

Zhang Yuanshao's arm was broken, and a pistol fell to the ground.

The moment he leaped to the side, the blade swept up and wrapped around his neck.

The sounds inside gradually subsided.

They all fell into pools of blood.

Only two old men, who had been immobilized by the Bloodletting Technique, were leaning against the wall.

His eyes were vacant, and his face was covered in tears.

They didn't say a word...

He could only watch helplessly as everyone inside the hall died.

……

"and many more."