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

The only concern is that the person's movement skills are truly remarkable.

If he saw real danger, he would flee the capital without hesitation.

By then, it will be too late to reach them, and they will be gone forever.

"Dragon energy? Does this thing really exist? And can a master actually obtain it?"

Tang Siwu's eyes lit up like torches.

"How fresh is it? If it weren't for this, do you think your master would be so determined to stay in the palace?"

With their large armies at their side, how could the Eastern and Western barbarians possibly behave themselves? They were merely instigating scholars to act.

Why not just take direct action, destroy the royal court... and, like with the New World, simply occupy it directly?

"You mean, they want to destroy the imperial dragon vein."

"That's right, they can't get in without breaking the dragon vein."

Those peasants are hateful; they know nothing. They were incited and their resentment soared, causing the dragon vein to weaken.

Otherwise, how could there have been so many crushing defeats? Nor would it have led to this current predicament.

"Then why did the Emperor..."

"Tang Siwu, you just don't understand. If something never belonged to you, would you feel heartache if it were broken?"

"Yes, if it's not your own, it's useless no matter how good it is."

Even the most broken or tattered thing is good if it belongs to you.

What's there to not understand?

Nobody's a fool.

Everyone knows that involving outsiders will lead to endless troubles.

But if we don't do this, there will be no consequences, let alone any repercussions.

I finished playing by myself first.

……

Chapter 132 A distinction is made between superior and inferior, and life and death are decided.

"I need to see something..."

After thinking for a moment, Tang Siwu suddenly said something out of the blue.

Even the monk Jinzhong miraculously understood it.

A strange smile appeared on his face.

With a slight turn of the palm, a golden bell the size of a palm appears.

Inside the bell, a ball of bright light twisted and billowed, resembling countless tiny human faces that appeared and disappeared intermittently.

Tang Siwu almost collapsed to the ground after just one glance.

He felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on the depths of his soul.

For a moment, everyone felt a little breathless.

That was my first reaction.

His second reaction was that his blood and qi boiled and roared wildly, and a chill emerged.

His spirit seemed to have reached a higher level, and he vaguely gained a deeper understanding of the Bagua Xuanming Jin he had learned.

"Give me a strand; I want to take it back to the palace and persuade my master to intervene."

Only after the Golden Bell Monk put away the small bell did Tang Siwu regain his composure, a trace of excitement still lingering in his eyes.

“Li Xin has been challenging various boxing gyms in the capital these days, and his strategy is very clear.”

But to achieve victory in one fell swoop, an ambush alone is insufficient. A different location is needed, and this is where a master strategist is required to lure the enemy.

Tang Siwu chuckled softly.

"It's not that we don't trust the master, but we fellow disciples don't have such strong physiques. We're afraid we can't withstand Li Xin's fierce attacks and won't last until then."

"You mean, Wanfu Wanshou Garden?"

"That's right, he's just a country bumpkin, how could he know how terrifying that garden is?"

My master can make a move as soon as you get close.

At that time, with the amplification of his spirit and the activation of his immense power, how could he, a mere junior who hadn't even touched the edge of a Grandmaster's divine will, possibly escape with his life?

"He can't be that stupid, can he?"

"This isn't stupidity, it's confidence, haha."

Tang Siwu's eyes were full of coldness. "I have carefully examined all the things that person has done and found something very interesting."

This person is domineering, never delays revenge, and has no sense of respect whatsoever.

Once targeted, their counterattacks are extremely fierce.

Even if there are mountains ahead, he will crush them; even if there is a sea ahead, he will wade through it.

With that kind of temperament, do you think he'd be afraid?

"Indeed, back then, before he had even grasped the essence of the 'hard force,' he dared to attack the old monk. He was incredibly audacious."

This vote was cast.

"The worst thing is that the master's attack is insufficient, and he doesn't hurt him enough to make him lose his mind."

"Instead of worrying about this old monk, you might as well invite a few more of your fellow disciples. Why not invite all of your fellow disciples from the Longevity Sect?"

If you don't kill the tiger when you hunt it, you will suffer the consequences.

Master Zheng of the Great Sage Martial Arts School had a past relationship with the old monk, and his school was far from the flower market.

Even if something changes, Cheng Yuanhua won't be able to get there in time; this is the perfect location.

After speaking, Monk Jinzhong took out a jade bottle, poured out one-third of the Bright Gold Water, and carefully handed it over.

"This thing must be cherished. The world has changed drastically, and public resentment is boiling over."

"Our fortune is waning drastically; every bit we use diminishes it."

"As long as the dragon vein is not destroyed, the dragon energy will always flow continuously. Why should the master lie and deceive us? Let's just say it's settled."

Tang Siwu chuckled as he accepted the jade bottle, then turned and leaped several times towards the inner palace.

……

It's almost March.

The grass grows tall and the orioles fly.

Today there is no wind or sand, and the sky is clear.

Li Xin left home early.

Continue with what we didn't finish a few days ago.

【challenge】.

"My credibility is pitifully low. I've been working so hard these past few days, and my reputation is growing."

But in the eyes of the common people of the capital, it was like watching a monkey show; they watched with amusement, and hardly anyone offered even the slightest bit of faint red spiritual power.

Li Xin felt utterly helpless.

Therefore, the people of this era were somewhat strange.

Even though they are living a miserable life and may starve to death tomorrow, they still have an extremely strong sense of curiosity.

They go wherever there's a good show to watch.

This is not.

There were now seventy or eighty people following behind him.

Near and far.

They were all dressed in rags and were as thin as ghosts.

My belly was so sunken from hunger that you could see my ribs sticking out high.

But their eyes were like lit torches, brimming with excitement.

"Hey, hurry up and eat your steamed bun. No one's going to spill blood on you. We're not killing anyone today..."

Li Xin looked at an old man and noticed that the man was holding a yellowed and spoiled steamed bun in his hand, staring blankly at him. He couldn't help but speak to him.

"Brother Xin, when will you become the number one in the capital?"

"It'll be here soon, today."

Li Xin replied irritably.

These people are illogical.

"Hongxiu, senior sister, you shouldn't come with me today. I have a bad feeling, as if someone is plotting against me."

He wasn't just saying it randomly; he genuinely felt that way.

When one's spirit reaches 30 points or more, one seems to be able to vaguely sense good or bad fortune.

Although it's not very obvious.

However, when it comes to matters concerning oneself, one can never be completely oblivious.

"Oh, young master, shall we not go then?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Hongxiu's face turned slightly pale.

She believed in his seemingly miraculous spiritual intuition even more than Li Xin himself did.

Especially in Li Garden.

Anyone with ill intentions can be detected from a great distance.

That time, someone was watching from afar.

Completely unaware of what was happening, the young master led her to the location. It was later confirmed that someone was indeed plotting against them.

Cheng Feiyan reacted even faster: "Junior brother, you go challenge later. I'll call Father along and have him oversee things from the side."

Those people are really something. They came here openly to spar, why did they have to yell and shout? Did they think they could gang up on a kid like you? Where's their shame?

You call this a child.

Some martial artists from the capital, watching from afar, felt a wave of disgust upon hearing these words.

Kids like that are really not to be trifled with.

"Senior sister, please don't."

Li Xin quickly grabbed Cheng Feiyan.

If you call her too slowly, she will really rush back and drag her master out.

Isn't this bullying?

If someone goes to someone's house to challenge and spar, and word gets out, people can just say it's because the kid is being ignorant.

Or perhaps it was just a matter of taking matters into one's own hands and wanting to improve one's skills.

However, the master also joined in, which was to suppress other martial arts schools.

It's easy to say but hard to hear.

Besides, with his master at home overseeing both courtyards and the martial arts arena, Li Xin basically had no worries.

Unless besieged by a large army, he is not worried about a small force, even if it is attacked by a grandmaster.

In truth, Zhang Yourong and her servant Zhang Youde were quite thoughtful.

The large courtyard we bought is not far from the flower market; it's right outside the city gate, truly located at the foot of the imperial city.

It's a bustling, lively place, and most importantly, it's closer to my master's home.