Misty Rain of the Old Times

Chapter 317 What is your name?
Whether it is the Wu family or the Wu family, it is possible that they would send out such assassins. The only difference is the probability. Both families have reasons to target Gao Jingming.

Hearing the two words "Wu Family" from the assassin's mouth before his death was Chen Xuan's greatest gain from his trip up the mountain.

This is what it means to truly keep your mouth shut. Even the hypnotic and mind-confusing methods of a great grandmaster cannot really pry open the other person's mouth.

But just the two words "Wu family" are enough. With a target, nothing else matters. The evidence is for the public to see, and Chen Xuan does not need evidence.

As a 500-year-old family, the Wu family has stood for three dynasties without falling. It has taken root in the dynasty and absorbed nutrients to grow strong. Its foundation is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. There are many people who are willing to work for it. It is easy for it to send out a death warrior in the innate realm. Even if it is publicly announced, its influence will attract countless people to respond. It is really not an exaggeration to say that it is qualified to challenge the imperial power.

However, the Wu family is currently in the middle position among the major families in Jing State. It is already the limit for them to be determined to fight to the death and challenge the imperial power. They are still a little short of being qualified to overthrow the imperial power. Unless they have a master or a great scholar to rely on, they will not have such confidence.

Apart from Chen Xuan, everyone now knows that there are five masters in Jing Kingdom. Two are in the martial arts world, one is in the army, one is in the royal family, and the remaining one is in a noble family.

The family that has a master-level expert in charge is the Wei family of Wei Ziyan, whom Chen Xuan had met in the past. The Wei family is considered the top family in Jing State.

From this point we can see that many problems in the world are actually very simple. In the end, it all comes down to fists. Fists are the truth. Only when the fists are strong will everything else have meaning, and others will sit down with you calmly and reason with you.

Although they are both from the Wu family, Wu Junyao's family is far inferior to the aristocratic Wu family. They are not even on the same level. No matter how rich they are, at some point they are just fat pigs in the eyes of others.

But if one is as wealthy as Wu Junyao's family, they can spend a lot of resources to cultivate a number of innate warriors, but there are definitely not many of them. Losing any one of them is enough to cause physical pain or even serious injuries.

This can be compared with the Gao family.

Strictly speaking, the Gao family has only been rising for less than twenty years, and it only started to prosper after Gao Jingyu became the princess. Even though Mr. Gao is now the governor of a state, his influence is still far inferior to that of the wealthy Wu family.

The Gao family, even today, only has Leng Bing as a congenital master. Gao Jingyu doesn't count, because she is a daughter who is married off and cannot be reborn.

As for Leng Bing, this innate master, Chen Xuan now thinks that his foundation was acquired through the "cultivation" of Gao Jingyu. Just imagine, if Leng Bing, this innate master, were to die, the Gao family's sky would be one-third destroyed!

A congenital master, if the Grandmaster doesn't leave, is the absolute force to be reckoned with, and the source of their confidence to speak loudly. No matter if it's an aristocratic family or the royal family, they dare not say that they can treat people with such cultivation as consumables. Each one of them is a precious foundation...

Having said that, this time, the assassins, whether they were from the Wu family or sent by the Wu family, seemed to be a little restless because Gao Jingming's momentum was too strong.

If they were sent by the Wu family, then it would not only be a matter of the Wu family, but it would also likely represent the attitude of a large group. If they were sent by the Wu Junyao family, then it would be a personal grudge.

However, Chen Xuan didn't care. He was not a pushover whoever dared to break the rules. He could handle it. He was not afraid of anyone with fists. As for things that required thinking within the rules, that was Gao Jingming's job. He was really not good at it.

Anyway, he is on Xiao Gao's side. After all, he grew up in the Gao family and has to acknowledge the years of nurturing and cultivation. Without the Gao family, he would not be where he is today.

It’s not that Chen Xuan will sell his life to the Gao family for the rest of his life, but as long as Mrs. Gao Jingming is still alive, he will protect them at critical moments. In addition, he will not shoulder the rise and fall of the Gao family. This is already the utmost he can do.

To be honest, it may sound selfish, but if the crisis faced by the Gao family were to affect Chen Xuan's own life and death, he would choose to survive without hesitation, and then kill him to avenge himself. His own life would be the first priority.

He would take care of the security aspects of escorting Gao Jingming to Beijing, and the rest was Gao Jingming's own business. Chen Xuan was lazy and didn't bother to bother with that, but if Gao Jingming asked, he wouldn't mind making some moves...

On the way back to the mountain village, Chen Xuan passed through a remote place and stopped briefly at the top of a tree. A touch of emotion flashed across his face.

There was a big pit there, with crows and vultures circling around it. There were thousands of corpses piled up in the pit, including men, women, old and young. Many of them had not yet completely decayed, and some had even died recently.

No need to guess, the corpses in the pit were definitely those who were abducted and killed by Juyi Village and thrown away in the mountains. It was a veritable mass grave!
It's absolutely heartless. The bandits of Juyi Village didn't deserve to die, and letting them die without pain was really a bargain for them.

Returning to the mountain stronghold square, Chen Xuan waved his sleeves, and the strong wind swept the bandit corpses aside. He grabbed a chair from the air and sat down, saying: "Those who are still alive, come out. Don't keep me waiting, otherwise you should know what will happen to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dozens of people who had been spared by him came out from all corners, trembling with fear and standing in the square where Chen Xuan was, not daring to look at him. They were trembling all over like sieves, and some even peed their pants with fear.

This guy is simply a killer. He slaughtered nearly a thousand bandits in the entire Juyi Village. Who wouldn't be afraid?

After making sure no one was left out, Chen Xuan glanced at everyone and said calmly, "I don't care who you are, how you got here, or what role you play in this village. I won't kill you. I think you know what's going on. Now, who can tell me who among the rest of you has the highest status?"

There were twenty or thirty people present, and there were no old, weak, sick or disabled people. I guess the bandits didn't need such a burden. Most of them were women, and there were almost no young and beautiful ones. I guess they all went to the mass graves.

You ruthless gangster, you only live today and don't have tomorrow, so just enjoy yourself to the fullest, who would leave you with any worries?

Hearing this, the frightened crowd looked at each other, glanced around, and gradually most of the people's eyes turned to a burly young man.

He looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a stocky build, but his exposed skin was covered in scars, both new and old, a sight to behold, a sign of long-term bullying. He had a simple, timid look on his face, appearing terrified and bewildered in the presence of so many people.

Following everyone's gaze towards him, Chen Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Do you have the highest status here now?"

Chen Xuan could tell at a glance that this young man was full of worldly air, with calluses all over his knuckles, and he also had a certain level of internal skills, probably equivalent to Zhao Erhe when he went north, but it was not a superior internal skill.

Moreover, his timid look was obviously fake. Deep in his eyes, there was an unyielding spirit that was not easily detected by ordinary people. This did not escape Chen Xuan's sight. However, in the current situation, his unyielding spirit turned into fear and confusion.

Before the young man could speak, someone quickly said, "This young man, he is our... no, he is the second chef in the kitchen of the mountain stronghold. The head chef was killed by you before, and now he is the foreman. Although he is at the bottom of the mountain stronghold, there is no one higher than him now."

"I didn't let anyone else speak," Chen Xuan waved his hand to interrupt, and continued to look at the young man.

Suddenly everyone fell silent and no one dared to speak.

The young man took a deep breath, not daring to look at Chen Xuan. He lowered his head and mustered up the courage to say, "My dear hero, it seems so at the moment."

"Very good. Now you take your men to sweep the stronghold from top to bottom and collect all the gold, silver and valuables for me. Don't leave out anything valuable. Forget about the big and unimportant items. Be quick. I don't want to delay here too much. Understand?" Chen Xuan nodded and said lightly.

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that Chen Xuan was not going to kill them. The young man quickly said, "Yes, sir," and then turned around and said, "What are you all still standing there for? Follow me and act!"

Afterwards, dozens of people quickly rushed to various places, digging up corpses and rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and they were very busy. However, no one dared to hide anything. Everyone in the village had been slaughtered, so who would dare to do that?

Chen Xuan didn't want to come here in vain. Although this place was not even a novice village copy for him, there had to be some stuff dropped. He searched here not for the sake of personal gain, but just because he didn't want to let others take advantage of him.

Moreover, he would not take the bloody money here. If he wanted to use something, he would use clean money. As for the wealth he looted, it would be useful later. It might not be enough for him to spend on the way to Beijing, so he would give some of the wealth from heaven to those who were suffering along the way. It depends on the person. Too much would be a disaster rather than a blessing for those who were suffering.

While a group of people were busy, Chen Xuan himself was not idle either. What they could clean up was only the surface, and they probably couldn't even find the door to where the real wealth of the village was hidden.

Chen Xuan tapped the ground with his toes and found several hidden places according to the wave of force. He flashed and ran quickly, and soon moved the hidden money and treasures to the square. Then he sat leisurely on the chair. He was still busy after he finished taking care of those people.

Looking at the boxes of gold, silver, jewelry, and other valuables in front of him, Chen Xuan frowned slightly. The bandits who had been entrenched here for years had only managed to plunder this little? The total value was estimated to be less than 300,000 taels. Although it was not a small amount, it was still a little disappointing.

But on second thought, it's understandable. As for gangsters, they have no future after today, so how can they keep their money? Besides, don't they need to bribe people? It's already rare that they have so much left.

About half an hour later, dozens of people roughly raided the stronghold and brought back tens of thousands of taels of silver worth of gold and silver jewelry. Then, they all looked at Chen Xuan in silence, waiting for their fate.

Chen Xuan looked at the pile of scattered items in front of him. He was going to take away useful things such as gold, silver, jewelry, and some precious medicinal herbs. The medicinal herbs could be used to make elixirs, and the gold, silver, and jewelry could be used to quietly help those in need at the expense of others. He didn't care about the other things at all.

So he said in front of everyone: "Each of you take a hundred taels of silver and go down the mountain to find another way to make a living. In the future, try to be a good person. If you do evil, there are lessons for you from the past!"

Everyone was shocked upon hearing this and could hardly believe what they heard, but they did not dare to disobey. They all followed the instructions, took the corresponding things and left quickly.

Chen Xuan didn't have the time to arrange their future destinations one by one. Their hands were still clean, and this was all he could do in such a hurry.

After everyone left one after another, Chen Xuan looked at the back of the young man who was walking at the end and was also the 'highest status', and said thoughtfully: "Wait a minute..."

The young man shuddered, turned around and asked nervously, "What else do you want, hero?"

"What's your name?" Chen Xuan looked him up and down.

The other party bowed his head and said in fear: "My name is Zhao Heihu"

Zhao Heihu? Chen Xuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him again. "Look into my eyes. What's your name?"

Subconsciously looking up, he looked at Chen Xuan and trembled, "My dear hero, I didn't mean to hide it, but my real name is not pleasant to hear. I hope you can forgive me."

"So what's your real name?" Chen Xuan continued to ask.

As a last resort, the other party could only panic and say: "My name is Erdan. I only remember that I used to be called this name. I don't remember my last name."

Hearing this, Chen Xuan's breathing suddenly stagnated, and then he slowly exhaled and laughed, a very happy laugh...

(End of this chapter)