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Furthermore, Su Can was also puzzled by Meng Zhao's disguise. How could a powerful martial artist like you shamelessly play the role of a simple-minded country bumpkin? You're really a scoundrel!
Of course, no amount of resentment could occupy all of Su Can's emotions at this moment, because he was still alive, and because he still wanted to live.

He has good talent and is a direct descendant of the Su family. The martial arts he cultivates and the secret medicines he takes are all top-notch. In terms of age, he is not as old as Su Dingyu and Su Dinglun, but in terms of martial arts, he is far superior to the two of them.

However, despite his high level of martial arts skills, he could not possibly kill Su Dingyu and Su Dinglun with a single sword strike. Therefore, he was intimidated and became somewhat timid, and he had no desire to fight Meng Zhao.

He forced himself to calm down, his expression changing, and said...
"Such formidable swordsmanship, such astonishing martial arts! Who are you from, and why are you here to deceive me? Are you trying to harm my Su family?"

Meng Zhao smiled. So this is what they call big shots, the so-called masterminds. If you strip away all their glamorous facades, they're not much better than ordinary people.

When he encountered an accident, his first reaction was that someone was plotting against him, instead of thinking that it was a completely accidental event. How arrogant are these so-called powerful people?

“Young Master Su, I am just an ordinary young man who came to the county town to look for opportunities and pursue my dreams. It was by chance that you took notice of me, but I don’t want to spend too much time on this. That’s all.”

Su Can's cold, stern face twitched slightly, but even if it was a lie, for his own safety, he had to go along with it and say...

"If that's the case, let's go our separate ways. I'll pretend I don't know anything about what happened today."

Meng Zhao shook his head.
"Of course I don't want to hurt Young Master Su, but my family is poor, and over the years, practicing martial arts and purchasing secret medicines have been a huge expense. I wonder if Young Master Su has anything to offer me?"

Su Can was still driven by arrogance. He knew that the other party had killed Su Dingyu and Su Dinglun but spared him, so they must have had some ulterior motives. However, he did not expect that it was for these gold and silver items.

This feeling is complex, a mixture of shame and contempt.

He's a despicable lackey, only interested in these things and blind to the greater value.

"Alright, it's just a little gold and silver. You can take this gold with you, brother. I guarantee there won't be any flaws left behind."

Meng Zhao snorted.
"This gold originally belonged to me, what does it have to do with you?"

Using money that rightfully belongs to me to buy your life, doesn't Young Master Su find that a bit ridiculous?

Su Can was speechless for a moment. What did he mean by "it was originally yours"? It should have been mine.

Without my bribing of the traitor, without my providing intelligence, without my handling of the whole matter's aftermath, you still want gold? You'll be going to jail!

Indeed, without him, it would have been nearly impossible for Meng Zhao, with his exceptional martial arts skills, to seize the gold under the protection of the Su family.

He lacks the necessary connections, and even if he could kill everyone, it would be impossible for one person to take all the gold away and transport it out; that would be a problem.

Therefore, Su Can's entire event, which seemed simple, was actually something that no one else could have accomplished to this extent.

Therefore, the credit for obtaining this gold should indeed be attributed to Su Can.

However, Meng Zhao was not a reasonable person. Since your life and death were entirely under my control, naturally, your things would become mine.

Although it's robber logic, there's nothing wrong with it.

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. Su Can pointed to a corner on the west side of the room and said,
"There's a hidden compartment inside, where some of my collection and personal savings are kept. I've given them all to Brother Meng as a way of making a good connection!"

Meng Zhao remained motionless, his longsword pointing at Su Can.
"Go and open the hidden compartment!"

His martial arts skills are far from perfected. Even if they were perfected, compared to his extraordinary martial arts skills in his previous life, they would still be considered mediocre.

Therefore, Meng Zhaozhen may not be much better than others in terms of self-defense. What if there are some fierce and domineering mechanisms in that secret chamber? What if he opens them and gets ambushed?
This is not impossible; on the contrary, it is very likely to happen.

Therefore, the best way is to ask Su Can to open the hidden chamber. If he doesn't want to die, he will have no choice but to offer up his collection.

This meticulous way of handling things made Su Can grit his teeth in hatred.

Sure enough, he had set up an extremely dangerous opportunity in that secret chamber. If anyone failed to activate it according to the secret order or went about the wrong sequence, the mechanism would be triggered, and in an instant, nine hundred and ninety-nine bone-piercing steel nails would burst forth, destroying everything in sight.

Even the most skilled martial arts masters, who have cultivated unparalleled protective qi, will perish under the influence of such domineering hidden weapons.

Unless you are indestructible and have truly mastered the skill of being impervious to even divine weapons.

A moment later, Meng Zhao and Su Can entered the small, dark room one after the other. Inside, there was a lot of valuables, mostly gold and silver, as well as many precious items such as pearls, corals, jade, and agates, and quite a few antiques as well.

In addition, there were several thick stacks of silver notes, all of which were bearer notes from major banks in the city, with a limit of fifty taels or more and the largest note being one thousand taels of silver.

These valuables are no less than the gold outside, and may even be more.

Meng Zhao couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "This is a double attack, a huge windfall!"

With these, and the gold outside, he could focus wholeheartedly on practicing martial arts, refining secret medicines, and even constantly experimenting without worrying about running out of money.

Martial arts cultivation, especially the secret medicine system, is all about cultivating a resource.

Without resources, even the greatest talent cannot be transformed into immediate combat capability, nor can one realize their talent and potential.

Just like Wu Laodao, an old soldier in the village, he was quite talented when he was young, and he finally had the chance to get promoted in the army.

Back in the village, although life was worry-free and secure, obtaining the secret medicine was far less convenient than it had been in the army.

Compared to the frequency of medication in the past, Wu Laodao is now taking the secret medicine for a gradually longer period of time.

Therefore, those who can cultivate martial arts and achieve mastery, becoming top masters of their time, are definitely not poor; at the very least, they must have a family fortune to withstand such expenditure.

Meng Zhao didn't care about gold and silver, but these things represented a continuous supply of secret medicine.

If Meng Zhao wants to cultivate the Three-Part Returning Origin Qi, the secret medicine must be made from the most precious and potent medicinal materials in the Three-Part Qi Cultivation Method, combined with the help of the principal, assistant, and adjuvant herbs.

In other words, the secret medicine needed for the Three-Part Return to Origin Qi not only needs to be developed by Meng Zhao himself, but even if it is developed, the cost of counterfeiting it will certainly be exorbitant. This is not a possibility, but an inevitability.

Therefore, Meng Zhao was overjoyed to receive these valuables.

Just as Su Can was about to say something, Meng Zhao's long sword, like a venomous snake, pierced towards his eyes at an extremely tricky angle.

Su Can was taken aback, but reacted quickly. Within the narrow, dark space, he flicked his fingers, and a heavy force burst forth from between them, like a thousand troops passing through or ten thousand sails crossing the sea, rolling down. The surging force layered several times before finally dissipating Meng Zhao's sword energy.

Even so, Su Can's fingers were still bruised and swollen, with tiny, barely perceptible cracks appearing at his finger bones, indicating that he had been injured by the powerful sword energy of Meng Zhao's sword, resulting in bone fractures. The excruciating pain did not affect Su Can's mind much; he had blocked the sword, but this had already shattered his misconception about Meng Zhao's strength.

He realized that Meng Zhao's swordsmanship was indeed formidable; at least among all the people he had ever met, none could compare to the swordsmanship of this young man from the countryside.

Yes, even those renowned veterans of the sword world, in Su Can's eyes, were still utterly insignificant compared to Meng Zhao's swordsmanship.

However, the strength Meng Zhao exerted was far less impressive than the brilliance of his swordsmanship.

It's not just that his strength is too soft and he is lacking in the art of killing; it's also because his internal strength is not profound and his power is shallow.

Otherwise, even if Su Can had found the trajectory of that sword, he wouldn't have been able to withstand it. The most likely outcome would have been having his fingers cut off and his throat slit.

Once he broke free from that biased perception, Su Can's courage grew, and he realized that he was not without the ability to fight back.

He practiced the Kunyu Gong of the Su family, which is an extremely superior internal martial art. It may not be as good as the Seven Revolutions Cold Toad Devouring Divine Art or the Nine Heavens Sun Art, and in terms of killing power, it is not as good as the original Wind Blade Calamity. However, its powerful and pure characteristics are still incomparable to ordinary internal martial arts.

It was not unexpected that Meng Zhao's sword move was deflected. He used his wrist, elbow, and shoulder together, with his waist as the core, and his feet moved like flowing clouds. His long sword turned into a rain of sword light, which splashed on Su Can's body.

Above each sword light, wisps of smoke and mist drifted out.

In an instant, Su Can's body was enveloped by thousands of silver lights, forming a large cocoon that almost tore him to pieces.

Su Can's hands flew, his energy flowing freely, making his body completely protected. His mastery of the Su family's Round Palm technique was unparalleled, demonstrating his exceptional martial arts skills.

However, after a short while, Su Can found it difficult to wield the sword with ease, and instead, bloodstains and splattered blood began to appear continuously on his body.

The whole person felt as if they had been soaking in blood; it was not only terrifying but also filled with despair.

Finally, Meng Zhao unleashed his ultimate sword move, and all the sword light dissipated, leaving only a trace of the initial light at the tip of the sword.

A silver saddle gleams on a white horse, swift as a shooting star, the sword's aura trailing a cloud-like shadow as it flashes and disappears in the air.

With a soft hum, the sword rang out, melodious yet tinged with a sigh.

Su Can braced himself with his arms forward, his palms clasped together, trying his best to trap Meng Zhao's final move. He even believed that if he could break the sword, which was far from being a sharp weapon, he would still have a chance of survival.

However, he will never have that chance.

At this moment, a bloodstain gradually appeared between Su Can's eyebrows, and fine red and white liquid slowly flowed out from the bloodstain.

Although the sword tip only lightly touched his forehead, leaving a tiny bloodstain, the sword energy had already penetrated deep into Su Can's mind, turning his head into a complete mess.

Meng Zhao exhaled a long breath, and a wisp of breath like white cloud shot out from his mouth, which was quite mystical.

Not only that, but a little bit of sweat appeared on his face, and he looked somewhat tired.

Although the fight lasted only a very short time, both fighters were in a state of rapid bursts of energy, which placed an extremely heavy burden on their bodies.

Meng Zhao's expression wasn't particularly happy; instead, it showed a hint of seriousness.

He was able to kill Su Can, so his raw strength was naturally superior to Su Can's. However, this did not change the fact that some of his conditions were not particularly advantageous.

The short period of cultivation means that one's foundation is too shallow and one's skill level is not high.

After his optimization, the Cloud-Gazing Skill did indeed see a fundamental improvement, but it still cannot be considered a divine skill or ultimate technique; these are the differences.

In other words, he was quite clever and knew that the Canyun Gong was not particularly outstanding in the way of conquest. Therefore, he used the sword as a medium to perform swordsmanship, avoiding the disadvantages of the Canyun Gong and maximizing its destructive power.

The fact that Su Can was killed in such a short time is proof of this.

Otherwise, even if he could kill Su Can with his bare hands, the time, effort, and even risks involved would be far greater.

As for Su Can, Meng Zhao did not want to leave him alive.

Firstly, he wasn't entirely confident that he could completely control this person.

Secondly, Su Can is ultimately related to the Su family of the Three Lions. Any slight movement could trigger a major earthquake in the county, which is too risky for Meng Zhao, who has a clear goal.

Now that one of the three goals has been achieved, there is no need to create unnecessary complications.

Next, we can focus on developing the Cold Skill and the Wind Skill, without getting too involved with the Su family.

Meng Zhao killed Su Can, then silently left the house with his sword and went outside.

Old Ma was unaware of the terrible things that had happened in the room. He remained staring blankly at the starry sky.

He closed his eyes only when a gentle breeze blew by; he wanted to say something, but it was too late.

Meng Zhao had no intention of investigating Lao Ma's identity or his past experiences; at least, tonight's events could not be linked to Meng Zhao.

Not only Old Ma, but Meng Zhao also used his lightness skill to go to the neighboring house, the place Su Dinglun had taken him to during the day, and killed Su Dinglun's lover before he stopped.

Su Can, Su Dinglun, and Su Dingyu—these three deserve to die.

But Old Ma and that woman were actually innocent.

After all, he had no connection with Meng Zhao whatsoever, and had never even shown any malice towards him.

But the world is not simply black and white.

Meng Zhao wanted to be absolutely certain, to ensure that no one could discover his existence or trace of him, so he had to eliminate every possible flaw.

Whether it's Old Ma or that woman, they're both innocent, but Meng Zhao is determined to kill them. That's the messed-up world of martial arts.

Meng Zhao was never soft-hearted; her gentleness towards others was her cruelty towards herself.

He wasn't a novice; he knew very well what was in his best interest! (End of Chapter)