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

Clang!

The old man's thin, black stick suddenly hummed.

His arm went numb and tingly, and he couldn't control it; it flew outwards.

He felt an immense force, like a mountain collapsing, emanating from the small black cone, and a shockwave shattered his tiger's mouth.

The old man could no longer hold onto the thin steel stick in his hand.

As the weapon flew from his hand, he retreated rapidly.

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Chapter Seventy You Answered Wrong

In fact, the old man only took a step back.

My throat just hurts.

My vision is slightly blurry...

Only then did he see the slender boy who was about two zhang away from him. He had appeared in front of him without him noticing.

The black thorn pierced his throat, as fast as a phantom.

Li Xin succeeded with his awl, his expression indifferent, not even glancing at the limp corpse.

He gripped the thin, black steel staff that reached his eyebrows with his backhand, weighed it in his hand, and found it surprisingly comfortable.

"Tell me, is my second uncle still alive?"

He looked up at the two burly men dressed in official robes.

The other party said that his second uncle was dead, but he still wanted to confirm it. He was asking for his aunt and Xiaowan.

"Who dares to kill someone from my Censorate? How dare you!"

The one on the left spoke sharply and angrily, roaring out.

You answered incorrectly.

flutter……

The shadows of the sticks were as numerous as mountains.

With a whooshing sound, it seemed as if countless black sticks were falling from the sky.

They gathered into a single stick and struck the man's head.

A muffled popping sound.

One of his heads exploded.

"Why did you pick up the stick and want to smash it over your head?"

Li Xin glanced disdainfully at the headless corpse, then took a step to the left, already standing beside another man in an official robe with drooping eyebrows.

Curious, I watched as the other person made a gesture at their waist, tossing something the size of a fist into the air...

Amidst the sharp whistling, the black mass swelled in the wind.

It transformed into a circular net the size of an umbrella.

Blades swirl around from all sides, and there are also blades inside for strangulation.

Unfortunately, the moment he threw the hidden weapon, Li Xin vanished from his spot, standing beside him and watching him cast the net and release the hidden weapon.

"This thing is pretty good. It's used for decapitation, isn't it? If I were just a little slower, I wouldn't have been able to dodge it."

"what!"

The man with the slanted eyebrows had just released his hidden weapon when he heard someone speaking. He turned around and saw Li Xin beside him, and was so shocked that the hairs on his body stood on end.

"You dare to kill an official?"

The man with the drooping eyebrows was terrified, his eyes filled with fear.

In all his life, he had never seen anyone move so fast that even his eyes couldn't keep up.

How can you stop someone like that when they start killing?

How do we escape?

"How fresh!"

Li Xin laughed and said, "It's not like it's the first time I've killed someone."

His left-hand triangular awl had already silently pierced the man with the drooping eyebrows from under his ribs, diagonally penetrating his heart.

Watching the other person's face turn pale and their body gradually go limp.

He shook his head and said, "When you're bullying people, you're all fierce and menacing. But when you can't win, you all become spineless. No wonder you only know how to kneel and kowtow when you encounter foreigners."

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"Spare me, spare me! I only did it as a temporary measure to fool these people and rescue my aunt and Xiaowan."

Zhao Wenzhou's legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly.

Bang bang bang...

He kept hitting the ground until tears and snot streamed down his face, and blood gushed from his forehead.

"Then I'll make an exception and let you die first."

The tip of the long staff in Li Xin's hand snapped up with a sharp whistle... and with a hiss, it pierced into his throat.

Zhao Wenzhou froze in his kowtow, his eyes filled with disbelief.

I've already begged for mercy, and we're still relatives, so why are you being so cruel?

He couldn't figure it out.

Li Xin didn't care whether he understood or not.

"Why should I forgive you just because you begged for forgiveness?"

He pulled out the blood-stained steel rod and turned to look at the fair-faced young man, Qi Yulang.

The guy faced the courtyard wall, took two steps, then his legs went weak and he twisted his hip.

At this point, he couldn't even stand up, using both his hands and feet... His pants were soaked and smelled terrible.

These are yellow and white, they've all burst out, haven't they?

Am I really that scary?

Li Xin was speechless.

He slowly approached and asked, "Do you know why you're still alive?"

“I know, I know, I have a precious medicine, a hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. Spare my life, and when my father returns, I can get the medical classic from him. I am very useful, and my family also has money.”

As he spoke, to prove that what he was saying was true, Qi Yulang's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and his fingers trembled as he pulled a leather pouch from his waist.

They took out a mahogany box, opened it, and inside was a purple Ganoderma lucidum.

A faint, exotic fragrance wafted to my nose...

Li Xin took a light sniff and immediately felt invigorated, his blood and qi slightly boiling.

This is because my psychic abilities are at work.

Based on the body's reaction, it can be concluded that this is a genuine precious medicine, not the counterfeit goods that Yong An Tang usually prepares.

Do you know who I am?

"I know, Nezha, the Third Prince, killed and scattered the Southern Camp patrolmen, and killed the military commander and the prefect, so much so that even the imperial court dared not provoke him..."

Qi Yulang might not have known at first, but now that he'd seen Li Xin make his move, even a fool, no matter how oblivious he was to outside news, could guess who he was facing.

It is precisely because we know this that we are even more afraid.

The enemy showed no mercy in killing military officers of the third rank, such as the Southern Camp Commander, and powerful officials of the sixth rank, such as the Prefect. They killed them as easily as killing chickens.

How much weight do I hold in his eyes?

Life and death are separated by a single thought.

Li Xin shook his head: "It's not that the imperial court doesn't dare to provoke them, it's that some of them don't dare to let me lose my attachments."

He only realized later why no official troops attacked his residence again.

Instead, they secretly plotted and schemed to assassinate or trap him.

Those people were more clear-headed than they imagined.

They knew how much trouble a third prince like Nezha, without any restraint, could cause if he truly disappeared into the night.

It's quite possible that no official can sleep well at night.

Li Xin paused for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Is my second uncle really dead?"

"If I tell you, will you spare my life?"

"You think too much."

Li Xin moved slightly, shifting three feet off the spot.

Three dark, short arrows whistled past the spot where they had been standing.

The arrow struck the courtyard wall, embedding itself in the blue bricks, with the fletching of the arrow no longer visible.

"Actually, I already know even if you don't say it, right, Your Highness?"

Li Xin pulled out the three-edged dagger that had been inserted into Qi Yulang's temple, and didn't bother to ask any more questions.

This person appears timid and cowardly, answering every question directly, but it's all a facade.

He had a crossbow strapped to his sleeve.

If one is deceived by his acting skills and is caught off guard, one is likely to be hit by an arrow.

It must be said, this person is quite remarkable.

However, if the gray-black color on his body wasn't as black as ink when he spoke, Li Xin would spare his life and interrogate him slowly.

How could we possibly let this guy, whose malice is practically overflowing, live?

Letting him live even one more second would be superfluous.

"I still haven't gotten the answer..."

Li Cheng sighed from the side.

He thought to himself that his second brother was good at everything, except that he killed people too quickly.

His attacks were as swift as lightning, devastating and overwhelming, giving off an air of unbridled arrogance.

They completely disregarded the other party's identity and status, as well as any threats or benefits.

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Chapter Seventy-One: The Great Nourishing Essence Soup

"What's the point of asking? This person is cunning and deceitful. If we make wild accusations and give false information, it will only mislead us."

Didn't he say earlier that the search for precious medicines was ordered by the young prince?

Just check which princely mansion Qi Yunfang of Yong'an Hall was close to.

In the capital, there are almost always scoundrels who can be called "Young Prince," and you can't be too wrong about that. We might not be able to find the place, but the Young Prince can.

"Is it that simple?"

Li Cheng scratched the back of his head.

My second brother's words sounded reasonable, but they didn't seem to make sense to me, though I couldn't quite put my finger on what was wrong.

"Alright, as my sister said, I'm not suited to using my brain. I'll listen to my second brother."

Thinking of this, Li Cheng put on a simple and honest smile and said, "Auntie, we bought a courtyard near the Fire God Temple, and there are many empty rooms."

If you don't mind, you can bring Xiaowan and stay at my place. Second brother, what do you say?