Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 100 Sect Lackeys
But the guard showed no pity; instead, he became even more excited. His other hand reached for the woman's belt, his movements rough and filthy, like a jackal tearing apart rotten flesh.

In the corner, the other imprisoned women huddled together in terror, too afraid to utter a sound, closing their eyes in despair, letting their tears fall silently.

Meanwhile, another guard grinned and held down another girl, his rough hands roaming over her body, tearing at her already tattered clothes. His eyes gleamed with lust, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.

Dirty, depraved, and utterly devoid of humanity.

this moment.

Deep inside the iron prison, it felt colder than winter and darker than hell.

"Let her go."

A chillingly sharp voice fell like thunder.

The two guards in the cell trembled violently and turned around stiffly to look.

A white-haired, black-clad youth stood outside the dimly lit prison gate, his eyes flashing with lightning-like light, sharp as ice and piercingly cold.

One of the guards reacted and roared in fury:
"Dare to meddle? You're asking for death!"

With a ferocious expression, he lunged at Chu Ning with his knife in hand.

However, in the next instant, Chu Ning took only one step forward, his sleeves fluttering slightly.

Lightning surged, and the Snow-Breaking Blade emerged half an inch from its tip.

"puff."

The blood splattered like bursting plum blossoms before the iron bars.

The guard didn't even have time to scream before he was cleaved in two at the waist, his flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Upon seeing this, the other guard was terrified and fled without even pulling up his pants.

Chu Ning didn't even bother to draw his sword; he simply flicked it with his finger.

"call out!"

A thin arc of lightning, as thin as a hair, shot out from the sky.

"Crack!"

The lightning bolt pierced the guard's heart in an instant, and the charcoal-black corpse collapsed to the ground with a thud, utterly dead.

The blood mist gradually dissipated.

Chu Ning slowly walked to the iron bars, bent down, and placed a palm on the cold, rusty prison door.

Lightning crackled in his palm.

"Crack——!"

The iron bars began to tremble violently, and cracks spread inch by inch.

The entire prison door shattered with a crash, sent flying more than ten feet away by his palm strike, crashing heavily against the wall, scattering rubble everywhere.

Inside the prison cells, the ragged, wounded women and children huddled together in terror, staring blankly at the scene as if they were witnessing a redeemer emerging from a sea of ​​thunder.

Chu Ning slowly approached without the slightest hesitation.

Chu Ning bent down and gently covered the woman with his outer robe.

His fingertips trembled slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.

At that moment, his heart was colder than the Thunder Prison and deeper than a sea of ​​blood.

The woman looked up blankly, tears streaming down her face, but she bit her lip tightly and didn't make a sound.

She knew that someone had really come to rescue them.

Shen Yan staggered towards the prison bars, clutching the bloodstained contract tightly with both hands. His fingernails dug into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers, staining the pages red little by little.

But he still wouldn't let go.

That contract of servitude was his faith, his obsession to reclaim his wife and children's freedom, and the only remaining dignity in his broken world.

When the woman saw Shen Yan approaching, she hugged him tightly. Shen Yan's fingertips dug deeply into his palms, drawing blood, but he was completely unaware. Only when he felt the warmth of his wife and children did he grasp at a piece of driftwood like a drowning man, his voice hoarse, letting out a wild, beast-like wail.

The three of them hugged each other tightly, tears streaming down their faces, their bodies trembling.

The family of three was finally reunited amidst bloodshed and thunder.

The setting sun was like blood, but a ray of golden light broke through the clouds and fell on the shoulders of the three people embracing each other.

Chu Ning watched this scene silently, his gaze gentle yet filled with boundless rage.

He slowly turned around, his gaze sharp as a sword, sweeping over the remaining disciples of the Cold Mountain Sect.

Lightning crackled around him, and his voice, though calm, struck everyone's hearts like a hammer blow:
"Is this what your Cold Mountain Sect calls 'majesty'?"

"Bullying the weak and trading human lives is worse than being an animal."

He walked slowly forward, lightning exploding beneath his feet.

"Hanshan Sect—"

Chu Ning's voice was low and deep, yet it sounded like a thunderclap: "If you dare to insult the weak again..."

"It will surely be destroyed."

Every word seemed to thunder, shaking the streets and alleys.

Shen Yan knelt in the pool of blood, holding his wife and children, trembling as he kowtowed, tears wetting the gravel.

"Brother Chu... Your kindness is as heavy as a mountain, Shen Yan... I swear to follow you to the death!"

Chu Ning helped him up and said in a deep voice:
"If you want to repay a debt of gratitude, then live."

"Protect your family."

“Protect them.”

"Even if the world collapses, you can still stand together in each other's arms."

Shen Yan nodded firmly, tears streaming down her face.

At that moment, he knew it clearly.

No matter what happens in the future, he is willing to risk his life to protect this hard-won reunion.

The blood mist had not yet dissipated, and the stone prison was still filled with the acrid smell of burning from the thunder.

Shen Yan knelt on the ground, holding his wife and children, his eyes filled with tears. The women and children who had just been rescued trembled beside the wreckage of the iron bars.

Just then, the sound of clattering hooves and heavy iron boots rang out.

"Jingle-ding-ding-ding-ding."

The sound of clashing armor grew closer, and a troop of Qingzhou soldiers, dressed in official robes and carrying halberds, broke through the crowd, their killing intent palpable.

The head constable, clad in iron armor, with a stern face and piercing gaze, looked down at the crowd and coldly shouted:

"You audacious madman! You've been indiscriminately killing people in the city, openly challenging the authority of the sect and disrupting order. Seize him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of sharp halberds were raised simultaneously, their cold light intertwining into an iron net, and killing intent rose everywhere.

Holding his wife and children, along with the blood-stained indenture in his hand, Shen Yan cried out in terror, "Your Honor, you're innocent! This hero saved us! The Cold Mountain Sect is the real culprit!"

The other rescued women and children also knelt down, crying out and accusing the Hanshan Sect of atrocities.

Cries and wails echoed down the long street, like the last struggle of a drowning person.

However, the guards merely watched coldly, without showing the slightest emotion.

It was as if those kneeling and begging before him were nothing more than ants in the dust.

The head constable waved his hand impatiently, his voice icy:

"A bunch of lowly commoners dare to slander a prestigious sect? Keep quiet!"

Shen Yan's face was deathly pale. He gripped the blood-soaked indenture tightly in his hand, his knuckles white and his hands trembling, yet he stubbornly refused to loosen his grip even an inch.

He knew that if he gave up, he would never be able to turn things around.

Even knowing it was hopeless, he still wanted to protect the last glimmer of hope.

The head constable then turned his gaze to Chu Ning, his eyes filled with a hint of disgust and probing:

"Ha, even if you are from the Marquis of Wu's mansion, you cannot slaughter a sect in my Qingzhou City. The law of the government will not tolerate such leniency."

Shen Yan hurriedly shouted, "Sir, Hero Chu is a rank-entry martial artist. According to the law, he should be protected by martial artist privileges when fighting above his rank."

Upon hearing this, the head constable sneered, his eyes full of mockery.

"Entering the Rank? You probably don't know, his true strength is only at the middle level of the eighth rank."

As soon as he finished speaking, the inner courtyard fell silent.

Shen Yan was struck dumb, and his expression changed drastically.

A barely perceptible glint of cold light flashed in Chu Ning's eyes.

Prince Duan's Mansion?
Fulong Residence?
Only in those two places did he briefly reveal his true cultivation level.

The only possible source of the leak was the Prince Duan's residence.

Chu Ning lowered his gaze slightly, his expression indifferent, but a cold, sarcastic smile rose in his heart.

Is this what they call an 'official'?
Is this what is called 'reason'?
Ha, they're nothing but lackeys kept by the Hanshan Sect.

The 'order' they speak of is nothing but shackles for the strong and graveyards for the weak.

He slightly raised his eyes, his white hair fluttering and his clothes billowing.

Those eyes were clear and cold, like the first snow on a thousand mountains, chilling to the deepest abyss.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like thunder tearing through the clouds, clearly penetrating the entire long street and striking the eardrums of everyone present.

"If the Cold Mountain Sect secretly colludes with the Blood Refining Hall to perform human blood sacrifices—"

"So what?"

The words landed like thunder, exploding with a deafening roar!
The air froze for a moment.

The crowd's expressions were stiff, as if an invisible hand was gripping their necks tightly, making it difficult for them to breathe.

The soldiers looked at each other, their eyes filled with uncontrollable fear.

The head constable's face turned deathly pale instantly, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

—The Blood Refining Hall.

These three words, like a nightmare, were taboo throughout the entire Great Qian Dynasty.

As long as these words are involved, annihilation of the entire family, execution of relatives, and massacre of nine generations of relatives are all considered minor offenses.

Those who collude with the Blood Refining Hall, regardless of whether they are from official families, powerful clans, or powerful sects, will face catastrophic consequences once verified.

Chu Ning watched their panicked and shifting faces, a cold smile slowly curving his lips, both mocking and indifferent.

He walked slowly forward, each step accompanied by thunderous roars.

With each step he took, the aura of lightning around him rippled outwards, like a surging sea of ​​thunder, forcing the entire street into a suffocating atmosphere of oppression.

"how?"

"If the Cold Mountain Sect is backed by the Blood Refining Hall, then all ten counties of Qingzhou will be stained with blood."

Chu Ning sneered: "If slaughtering all evil spirits is a sin—"

He pointed his blade at the pool of blood: "This mortal realm should have long since fallen into abyss."

Each word was like thunder, like a sharp blade piercing to the bone, striking straight into the hearts and minds of the crowd.

The soldiers holding up their halberds were trembling uncontrollably, their eyes filled with fear and uncertainty.

The head constable, forcing himself to remain calm, gritted his teeth and roared:

"Don't just spout empty words and mislead the public!"

However, his voice was noticeably weak, as if even he himself couldn't believe the lie he was telling.

Chu Ning scoffed lightly, a flash of disdain crossing her eyes.

With a backhand swing, the Snow-Breaking Blade burst from its sheath, its cold light flashing like a bolt of lightning, stretching three zhang in length.

The blade flashed like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, the thunder roared like a raging tide, and the chill poured in like a deep abyss.

"boom."

The floor tiles shattered inch by inch, and a deep, bottomless crack spread out.

next moment.

The stench of blood and gore surged forth like a hellish wind, engulfing the entire area.

Everyone was utterly shocked and retreated in unison.

All eyes converged, and there lay a massive, dark red pool of blood beneath the ground.

Blood mist filled the air, and countless white bones tumbled in the blood pool, like the desperate outstretched arms of the drowning, slowly sinking into the thick, crimson liquid.

At that moment, it seemed as if all the light in the entire city had been swallowed up by the gates of hell.

This is hardly the backyard of a sect.
It was clearly a blood-soaked inferno built from living people.

The light seemed to dim by a third at that moment.

The biting wind was so cold that even the sunlight could not penetrate this scene of bloodshed and despair.

The soldiers were pale, their legs were weak, and they were trembling all over. Some of them collapsed to the ground, unable to even hold their weapons.

"This...this is real..."

"The Cold Mountain Sect...is actually colluding with the Blood Refining Hall?"

Terrified gasps erupted from the crowd.

The head constable, his armor soaked with cold sweat, collapsed to the ground, his lips trembling, too weak to even beg for mercy.

(End of this chapter)