This martial saint's health bar is too thick

Chapter 697 Thunderclaps Everywhere

"Greetings, Venerable Monk."

Yan Boxi stood up and respectfully bowed to Jing Heng.

Even though the other party is now down on their luck, they are still at the top, and not just any ordinary top.

Although in the latest ranking of the top, Jingheng has dropped from sixth to seventh in the world, overtaken by Wuhui Zhenjun of the Yuhua Sect.

But no one dared to underestimate this Buddha of our time.

Yan Boxi was only at the Foundation Establishment stage of cultivation, so he was even more apprehensive standing in front of Jing Heng.

"You must already be aware of the battle report, benefactor. What is your decision?"

Jingheng asked with a smile, appearing very approachable.

Yan Boxi lowered his head and said, "Since the divine monk has come to ask in person, Boxi dares not be ambiguous. If there is truly an opportunity, the Yan family is certainly willing to take the chance. However, that Duke is still around."

Jingheng's smile remained unchanged: "It's alright, there's no need for your Yan family to charge into battle. Just add fuel to the fire at crucial moments."

Yan Boyi was taken aback, not expecting that the other party would come to talk in person and make such a simple request.
This attitude, on the contrary, made him feel Jingheng's strong confidence.

"Alright, then I will await the good news from the monk."

Yan Boyi bowed again.

When he looked up again, Jing Heng had already disappeared.

Seeing this, Yan Boxi breathed a sigh of relief and slumped into his chair.

My back was soaked with sweat.

And at almost the same time.

The Zhang family, the Li family, the Xiao family, and the Ye family.
The current leaders of the Ten Gates Valuation Group are all meeting with a 'Jing Heng'.

The vast desert, Chicheng.

Chicheng was brightly lit and bustling at night.

Exotic music lingered under the night sky, and dancers in sheer veils danced gracefully amidst the frenzied shouts of the audience.

A woman wearing a straw hat, dressed in white, and carrying a long sword walks through a dark alley.

The nights in Chicheng are not peaceful. A woman with a good figure is bound to encounter trouble if she walks alone in such a place.

Soon, three thugs set their sights on the woman, their eyes filled with lewd intent.

But before the three could get close, his body suddenly stiffened, as if he had lost all his strength, and he collapsed to the ground.

After the woman left, a thick stench of blood filled the alley.

A moment later, a person suddenly appeared in the alleyway in front of the woman.

The man, wielding a large knife, stared intently at the woman who was slowly approaching.
"Mr. Xiang invites you to meet."

"Lead the way."

A clear, melodious voice, like the ringing of a sword, came from beneath the bamboo hat.

The man quickly lowered his head and led the way.

After winding through several alleys, the man led the woman into a large courtyard.

The courtyard was brightly lit, and a dozen or so martial artists who looked to be highly skilled stood around it.

In the center of the room was a chair, where a young man with glasses, who looked refined and very fair-skinned, sat playing with a jade-carved walnut.

He is known here as Mr. Xiang, and is the person in charge of the underground world in the southern district of Chicheng.

Mr. Xiang looked at the female swordsman who had entered the courtyard, sized her up, and a sincere smile appeared on his face:

"Dare you ask the girl her name?"

"Flowers bloom in winter's chill."

The female swordsman calmly stated her name.

"Hua Donghan?"

Mr. Xiang frowned slightly, having never heard of this name, which was completely unfamiliar to the desert.

"Young lady, you've been loitering around our southern district for days, and tonight you even killed two of my men. What exactly are you trying to do?"

Mr. Xiang asked directly.

Hua Donghan: "I should be asking you that. The Yuwen family has been behaving themselves for so many years, but recently they have been making frequent small moves, even secretly mobilizing artillery. What exactly is the Yuwen family trying to do?"

Mr. Xiang's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly stood up.

Clang! Clang! Clang!
His men around him also drew their swords.

Mr. Xiang was able to become the person in charge of the underground world in the southern district of Chicheng. On the surface, he was a member of the General's Mansion, but in reality, he was a member of the Yuwen family.

But there are definitely no more than five people who know this secret!
How did the other party find out? And how could they have obtained such highly confidential information about their private transactions?

Before Mr. Xiang could give the order, a vast expanse of water from the heavens enveloped the courtyard!

Everyone present, including Mr. Xiang, the unassuming master, was enveloped by the pervasive moisture, as if hundreds of sharp swords were pressed against their bodies, leaving them chilled to the bone and unable to move.

"The Realm of Martial Arts? Grandmaster?!"

Mr. Xiang was utterly horrified, never expecting that a dragon would suddenly break into his little pond!
Looking across the entire Chicheng, apart from that old ancestor who hasn't stepped out of the Yuwen residence for several years, where else can you find a second Grandmaster?
Do you recognize this token?

Hua Donghan took out a token.

Mr. Xiang opened his eyes wide and recognized the token.

Over the years, in various martial arts circles, gangs, and powerful families, no one is unfamiliar with this token—

The Blue Patrol Pavilion's patrol token.

The token in Hua Donghan's hand had the character 'Special' written on it, which meant that the other party was a Special-level Inspector!

How many Special Grade soldiers are there in the entire Blue Patrol Pavilion?

Having revealed their identity and strength, Mr. Xiang completely abandoned any hope of getting away with it.

The Blue Patrol Pavilion Inspectors are able to work closely with the former top intelligence organization in the world, now the Secret Investigation Division, and possess a high level of authority.

Since Hua Donghan was able to find out this place and even revealed his identity, it means that the other party already knows a lot of secrets.

"Just kill me, I won't say anything."

Mr. Xiang closed his eyes.

"Quite loyal."

Hua Donghan smiled.

After the Battle of Cuiqing City, she decided to follow Li Fei, who was then the Marquis of Jing'an.

Later, when the Blue Patrol Pavilion was established, Li Fei arranged for her to become a special-grade patrol inspector.

This female grandmaster has been traveling around for years, inspecting and eliminating filth and injustice, thus refining her sword heart.

During this period, undercurrents were surging, and many unusual things happened in various places.

As a special-grade inspector, Hua Donghan had no choice but to take the initiative to come to Chicheng to investigate the case.

After investigating to the end, she discovered that the mastermind was the Yuwen family, which led to tonight's operation.

"In that case, I'll take you directly to the Yuwen residence to confront Yuwen Chengxuan."

Hua Donghan said.

Despite breaking through to the next realm with the three supernatural powers, she is still stuck at the peak realm.

Yuwen Chengxuan was already a Grandmaster of the Dao Establishment Realm, and had previously been among the top ten on the Heavenly Ranking. He is still one of the ten candidates for the Heavenly Ranking.

If they were to actually fight, Hua Donghan would definitely be no match for Yuwen Chengxuan.

However, she showed no fear and appeared very confident.

Mr. Xiang opened his eyes and looked at her in disbelief:
"you"

Hua Donghan lifted the opponent with one hand, sealed the opponent's body with sword energy, and then soared into the air, flying directly towards Yuwen's residence.

"Yuwen Chengxuan, the inspector from the Blue Patrol Pavilion has come to investigate a case. Please come out and meet me!"

Hua Donghan's voice resounded throughout the entire Chicheng!

She carried Mr. Xiang with one hand and landed inside the Yuwen Mansion, next to a pond.

The entire Yuwen mansion was alarmed, and people became panicked.

Hua Donghan suddenly felt something and looked towards the pond beside her.

Under the cover of night, the surface of the pond shimmered.

Suddenly, golden lotus flowers bloomed on the water's surface, filling the entire pond.

"Amitabha."

A Buddhist chant came from behind.

He threw Mr. Xiang aside, drew his sword, and turned around.

Hua Donghan looked at the white-browed old monk who suddenly appeared behind her as if facing a formidable enemy.

Kuha City, a rock formation deep in the grasslands, sculpted by wind and snow for millennia. The biting wind whips up the snow on the ground, which glitters with a chilling silver light in the thin sunlight.

The yurts in the city were low, and the white smoke rising from their chimneys was torn away and dissipated by the strong winds as soon as it appeared. The air was filled with the smell of mutton and cattle, and the smoky aroma of burning dried cow dung.

This is Sangji's hometown.

Since joining the Blue Patrol Pavilion and becoming a patrol inspector, he has brought his mother to the Central Plains to live in Blue Ling City.

So he hasn't been back here for many years.

He stood in the middle of the widest street in Kuha, like a silent statue, letting the cold wind whip the hem of his fur robe.

This place is definitely different from before.

The city has become cleaner and tidier.

There are more tall buildings now, and people are living better lives than before.

Sangji still remembers walking down this street every winter when he was a child, and seeing people freezing to death or starving to death on both sides of the street.

But now, the streets are covered with thick snow, and there isn't a soul in sight.

He returned to his hometown, not out of nostalgia, but to investigate a case.

The Manyuan religion was once the only faith on the entire grassland.

Later, with the fall of the grassland royal court and the death of Daman Qilian Guanshi, the Manyuan Sect was gradually eliminated by the Dalan Dynasty.

Of course, the Manyuan religion has a history of over 800 years on the grasslands and is deeply rooted in various parts of the grasslands, so it is not so easy to completely eradicate it.

In recent years, the Manyuan religion has shown signs of resurgence on the grasslands.

In particular, in recent months, according to intelligence from the Secret Service, there have been unusual movements on the grasslands, which are related to the Manyuan Cult.

In the process of investigating this matter, the Secret Service has already lost many of its best officers.

Finally, Sangji came to the grassland in person.

He didn't know much about the Western Continent.

However, he vaguely sensed that the reason the imperial court directly sent him, a grandmaster, to investigate the case was probably related to the war in the Western Continent.

"Is there something wrong with the Duke's office?"

Sangji felt a vague unease.

But the Western Lands are too far away from him; for now, he can only do his own thing.

After venturing deep into the grasslands, Sangji did not disturb anyone, quietly blending into the city of Kuha like a true nomadic hunter.

He mingled in the market during the day and scurried like a ghost to various secluded places at night.

By now, he has almost found the key clue.

He stood quietly on the street, waiting for his 'bait' to be caught.

He was very confident in himself, and no matter what kind of enemy was lurking in the shadows, he was confident that he could defeat them!
In the latest ranking, he ranked second, only behind the owner of Tianyi Tower.

Zhu Fenghua could not possibly be an enemy.

So as long as the peak doesn't come out tonight, Sangji is invincible here!

The sound of wind and snow suddenly disappeared.

A peaceful, gentle, yet boundless atmosphere, like melting snow in early spring, silently permeated the long street.

Sangji's pupils suddenly contracted, and all the muscles in his body tensed instantly, as if facing a formidable enemy!

He turned abruptly, and with a clear and focused mind, precisely located his target—

Suddenly, an old monk with white eyebrows appeared in the wind and snow.

Sangji wore a bitter expression.

He came here specifically to 'fish' tonight, but unexpectedly caught a Buddha statue!

Lin Yuan City, with its canal running through it, a dense network of waterways, and numerous stone bridges, is one of the most prosperous cities in the south and the foundation of the Ye family, one of the ten powerful clans.

Under the cover of night, a fine drizzle fell continuously, enveloping the entire city in a hazy mist.

The bluestone pavement was washed smooth by the rain, reflecting the dim yellow lanterns hanging in front of the shops on both sides.

The air was filled with moisture and the earthy smell of soil.

Yu Hong was wearing a slightly worn indigo robe, and his figure was somewhat thin, like a green bamboo standing straight in the rain.

At this moment, he was hiding in the shadow of a stone arch bridge, his eyes fixed on a magnificent mansion on the opposite bank of the canal—the Ye Mansion.

To be accepted as a personal disciple by Li Fei would be an incredible opportunity for any young person in the world!
However, Yu Hongcai has only just broken through to the Dao Foundation stage and has only been promoted from a fourth-level inspector to a third-level inspector.

Just as Li Fei said when he took him as his disciple, Li Fei would not give him wealth and honor, nor would he give him overwhelming power.

Yu Hong had no complaints about this.

He is very content.

Li Fei passed on the Tiangang Sect's legacy to him and provided him with ample resources for cultivation.

Otherwise, Yu Hong would still be stuck in the Qi Transformation stage.

Yu Hongxiu's Dao foundation is named "Steel Core".

Li Fei told him that once his foundation was established, he would cultivate the [Object Refining] supernatural power.

Yu Hong naturally longed for supernatural powers.

However, he knew that with his aptitude, it would take him many years to master supernatural powers.

In fact, he often felt puzzled—

"My master is the greatest genius in history, so why would he choose to take me, someone whose talent isn't particularly high, as his disciple?"

But Li Fei didn't explain much, and in fact, the two didn't spend much time together.

Aside from his spiritual practice, Li Fei did not make any special arrangements for Yu Hong's life.

So Yu Hong continued to serve as his inspector.

He has come to Linyuan City to investigate the Ye family, one of the ten major clans!
The Secret Investigation Division discovered unusual activity by gangs within Lin Yuan City, suggesting they might be secretly trading contraband, and that this activity might be related to the Ye family.

The matter involved a local gang that had joined the Blue Patrol Pavilion. Yu Hong happened to be in a nearby city, so he volunteered to come and investigate.

A cultivation level at the Foundation Establishment stage cannot stir up much of a ripple in the deep waters of Lin Yuan City.

But Yu Hong was not afraid.

It's not just because he's Li Fei's personal disciple.

Even without this identity, he would still come to investigate the case.

Dying for what he believed was right wouldn't frighten him.

Yu Hong still remembers Ye Qin to this day.

Remember this old man who openly reported the former prime minister Ye Ze'an, ultimately leading to Ye Ze'an's imprisonment, and then chose to commit suicide.

Yu Hong had already learned the truth behind the whole thing from Li Fei, but he still couldn't accept Ye Ze'an's actions.

"It's not enough to just ask questions; you must be able to solve them."

"If you can only raise questions but have no ability to solve them, what right do you have to question and criticize those who are doing their best to solve problems?"

Yu Hong often thinks of these words his master once said.

He has been thinking about better answers.

So when he heard about the situation in Lin Yuan City, he volunteered without hesitation.

Because this matter might be related to the Ye family, Yu Hong wanted to learn more about the Ye family and the family that the former prime minister had once served in.

Suddenly, the back gate of the Ye residence opened in the distance, and several black cars drove up and stopped outside the back gate.

Yu Hong's eyes emitted a ghostly light as he used his extraordinary abilities to pierce through the darkness and clearly see every detail hundreds of meters away.

A breeze blew by.

The fine rain that filled the night sky seemed to be gently parted by an invisible hand.

The stone bridge where Yu Hong was standing suddenly fell into an eerie, suffocating silence.

All the sounds seemed to have been carried away by the gentle breeze.

Yu Hong was startled.

He saw a figure suddenly appear on the river not far away.

The rain seemed to encounter an invisible barrier around the other person, automatically sliding off without a single drop touching them.

The man stood there, seemingly at the center of the world, a peaceful aura enveloping Yu Hong's mind, allowing him to completely relax.

"Amitabha."

A single Buddhist chant, like the morning bell and evening drum, resonated deep within Yu Hong's soul:

"Why does the young benefactor possess the aura of Li Fei?"

(End of this chapter)