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

Of the seven outstanding disciples of the Cheng family, apart from the eldest and sixth senior brothers who always stayed by their master's side to teach boxing and train the younger disciples, there was also Senior Sister Feiyan, who didn't do anything particularly important.

Of the other four disciples, two served as guards in the imperial residence, while the other two became low-ranking military officers in the imperial court, all of whom had promising futures.

In truth, their position is actually opposed to their goals.

"On the surface, these are the few people who are most worthy of our attention, Young Master Li's current enemies."

There may be quite a few other threats lurking in the shadows.

It's even possible that foreign gunmen... they might get involved too.

“I will remember Miss Zhang’s kindness in sending the message. I dare not say anything else, but I will take care of that ruthless bandit Gao Tianyun for your family.”

After pondering for a while, Li Xin felt that this deal was actually quite worthwhile for him.

I learned a lot of information during this trip.

This made up for their lack of intelligence.

"It's just a small matter, how dare I presume to invite Young Master Li to come and meet me?"

Zhang Yourong smiled, her face blooming like a flower.

She clapped her hands, and then someone came in from outside the door.

He was holding a tray in his hand.

On the plate were books and a stack of banknotes.

On one side of the red cloth, there lies an old ginseng root shaped like a human.

"To make your journey easier, young master, this is a gift I have prepared for you."

Zhang Yourong waved her hand, signaling the servant carrying the tray to come forward.

A beautiful face turned to look at Li Xin, her large eyes blinking with anticipation.

They seemed curious about his reaction.

The moment their eyes met, they noticed that Li Xin's expression had suddenly become very strange.

Instead of a smile, his eyes held a hint of coldness.

"Hey."

Li Xin's right hand, which was resting on the table, suddenly trembled slightly... A three-edged dagger fell from his sleeve and flew out like lightning.

With a soft "plop," it pierced the tray bearer's forehead.

The servant's expression was a mixture of crying and laughing.

He convulsed for a moment, then fell backward.

A flame shot out from under the tray, and a bullet struck the corner of the room at an angle, shattering a waist-high vase.

Snapped……

As the deafening gunshot rang out, the old butler rushed in from outside.

Several guards at the corner of the room rushed out at the same time, shouting, "Protect the young lady!"

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Chapter Fifty-Nine: Changes from the Elbow and Arm, Foresight

"Protect the young lady."

The guards outside rushed into the room.

Inside the room, three guards stood in a triangular formation.

It was clear that they were about to completely surround Miss Zhang Yourong.

The old steward let out a long sigh, a look of lingering fear appearing in his eyes. Looking at the servant lying on the ground, he could no longer suppress his anger.

"Xiao Dong, what has the young lady ever done to you that you dare to act like this..."

He hadn't even finished speaking.

Li Xin gave a light shout: "Scatter, all of you, and don't come any closer. Have you ever considered that when you find one cockroach in the house, there's probably already a whole nest of them?"

Upon hearing this, the guards hesitated.

They were caught between a rock and a hard place, unable to advance or retreat.

"Miss, the restaurant is no longer safe. We must leave as soon as possible."

A thin man looked anxious.

Without stopping, as if he hadn't understood Li Xin's words, he continued to quickly approach Zhang Yourong.

He grabbed her arm and protected her as she left.

Li Xin reached out and pulled Zhang Yourong into his arms.

Waves rose from the flat ground beneath his feet as a leg was kicked out silently.

bang...

The slender guard flew up like a ball and crashed heavily into the wall.

His chest sank in.

He opened his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of blood...

"what are you doing?"

"Jinzhong..."

The guards' expressions changed drastically, and they all drew their swords.

Li Xin sneered: "Look at the five fingers on this person's right hand. If I'm not mistaken, he's wearing a ring. The thin needles he flicked out should contain a deadly poison that will kill on contact with blood."

I don't understand why he chose this time to prick your young lady with a needle.

The old steward's robes billowed with energy, his white hair flying wildly, almost standing on end, as he shouted, "Don't move!"

Clearly, the old man usually possessed a certain air of authority.

At this moment, a deep shout rang out, and the guards indeed stopped moving.

He simply watched as the old steward walked to the side of the thin guard lying on the ground, still coughing up blood, and bent down to lift the man's right hand. Sure enough, there was a black iron ring on his middle finger.

A sharp needle, about two finger joints long, popped out from the middle of the ring.

It was a deep blue, reflecting an ominous light.

He recalled that this person had used this same hand to grab Miss Zhang Yourong's arm earlier.

The old steward felt a chill in his heart.

"Great, that's wonderful! You're all traitors. How much have they given you?"

A tall, burly middle-aged man at the door said with a pained expression, "Uncle De, there's no need to ask. This man must have been bribed by Zhang Taihe. He dared to do such a thing to the young lady. I suppose the other party offered him a good price that he couldn't refuse."

“Jinzhong, you have disgraced this name. Don’t worry, your wife and children, your parents, will come down to join you soon. Don’t blame me.”

"team leader……"

Fear appeared on Zhang Jinzhong's face.

He struggled backward, his eyes pleading.

The burly middle-aged man, his face as cold as iron, drew his long sword from his waist without even glancing into the other man's eyes.

With a single swipe of his sword, he severed the thin man's head.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

The burly middle-aged man sheathed his sword, looked up at the sky, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and turned to Zhang Yourong.

With a thud, he knelt down on the spot.

"Young Miss, this is all my fault for being negligent. I deserve to die."

"Uncle Ren..."

Just as Zhang Yourong was about to speak, she suddenly heard Li Xin's voice ring out in her ear again.

"Then why don't you just die?"

"what?"

All the guards and the old steward were startled.

At the same time, he turned to look at the burly middle-aged man kneeling on the ground.

Whether Li Xin had just killed Xiao Dong, who had ambushed him with a hidden short gun, or pulled out Zhang Jinzhong, who had injured someone with a poisoned needle, he had already sensed something was wrong without any warning.

At the same time, his actions were swift and decisive, ensuring that no one was wrongly accused.

At this point, he spoke harshly, interrupting to tell the guard captain, Zhang Shouren, to die.

The implications are self-evident.

Zhang Shouren's kneeling body trembled slightly.

He didn't even raise his head; his upper body was already leaning back...

With a spring in his leg, he leaped up, his body moving like an arrow, vaulting backward toward the window.

This is an attempt to escape.

"Just how many spies are there?"

Zhang Yourong's beautiful big eyes were now misty with tears, and she looked extremely aggrieved.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately didn't.

He simply let out a low sigh.

Beside her, Ji Xinlan, the "unparalleled gentleman" who was always a beat slow to react, was already spitting fire in her eyes.

As Zhang Shouren sprang backward, a bright white light shot out from her waist, slashing out diagonally like a swimming dragon.

The sword precedes the intention; the person moves with the sword.

Sizzle...

The sword flashed.

It cuts through the air as easily as tearing silk.

Zhang Shouren had barely risen three feet when the sword light swept past like ripples on water.

They cut off his right leg.

"what!"

Zhang Shouren's face contorted in pain as he let out a roar of agony.

This sword strike was as fast as a flash of light.

He could see it clearly and was thinking of dodging, but his actions couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

He could only watch helplessly as the sword flashed past, and his lower leg was silently severed.

The excruciating pain struck my heart.

His strength was completely depleted, and his body began to fall straight down.

My heart sank straight to the bottom of the water.

But then, to his astonishment, he discovered that he was not only falling.

Ji Xinlan, who was chasing and attacking in a straight line with the sword light, suddenly stopped and fell towards the floor.

One of her legs had been grabbed by Li Xin from behind without her noticing.

It was dragged heavily backward, generating a powerful shockwave.

At the same time, Ji Xinlan felt a hot palm gently pressing down on her buttocks.

His body could no longer be controlled, and he slammed down onto the floor.