Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 65 Cleaning Up Aftermath
When Qin Huaiying and Shen Liancheng had an argument.

The monkey-faced "senior master of the Heavenly Star Sect" was in a dilemma.

It wasn't that he was worried that his master's wife, Qin Huaiying, or his master's uncle, Shen Liancheng, would recognize his identity.

Not only did he change his attire, but he also constantly used the [Pine and Crane Technique] to conceal his breath and spirit, so that his aura did not leak out at all.

Even top-tier experts can at most negate some of the ability to "ignore," allowing them to see him and lock onto him. They can forget about seeing him clearly and understanding him completely.

Besides, what kind of young disciple, who is only sixteen years old and has only been a disciple for less than a month, could cultivate swordsmanship to the perfect level of "extreme expression of hidden intent, sword emitting thunderous sound"?

Isn't this just ruthlessly insulting people's intelligence?

Lu Wubing thought to himself that even if he took off his mask on the spot, his two elders would probably not believe him.

Without doubting that he is some old monster reborn, one would consider his ability to accept things to be exceptionally strong.

Lu Wubing's current predicament is that his master's wife, Qin Huaiying, and his companion have not kept their actions clean; they tried to kill someone but failed.

Gu Dongting escaped with serious injuries, but still retained the strength to fight.

As the head of a major sect, a second-rank expert, and having mastered the various unique skills of the East Sea Sword Sect to an extremely high level, it's normal that he's difficult to kill.

This put Lu Wubing in a rather awkward position.

That guy is a persistent ghost, ruthless and deep-seated, and he won't give up until he achieves his goal.

Unfortunately, his own family not only possessed the [Primordial Spirit Sword Manual] that he desperately needed...

He also killed several of his close disciples.

They have both a treasure and a grudge; no matter how you look at it, it's a situation where they can't coexist.

Should we go and track down the ambush?
this is a problem.

They had planned to wipe out their entire family before, but now the fighting has turned out like this...

Once he recovers from his injuries, what will happen? Won't we have to guard against thieves every day?

If you can get there first, of course you should get there first.

but.

Although his current combat strength is already quite remarkable, he can at most exchange one or two blows with a third-grade martial artist.

Once a third-rank expert discovers your weakness, if they use a ranged energy attack, you'll likely be in grave danger.

After all, he only had one perfected rapier technique that could draw with a third-rank expert... If he used his perfected sword technique at full power, his body couldn't fight for long and would eventually give out.

This is still at the third rank.

If you really encounter a sect leader of the second rank like Gu Dongting, you'll be injured in a single move.

He doubted that in a direct confrontation, he might not be able to withstand three moves from his opponent.

Despite the fact that Gu Dongting's left wrist was severed and his back was injured, he was still alive.

Seeing how fast he escaped, surely he couldn't have failed to launch even three attacks?
Even Qin Huaiying, the master's wife, didn't go all out to kill them.

Even if we catch up, the other side still has the strength to fight back, and their desperate counterattack will be very dangerous.

This situation was perilous for Qin Huaiying, and Lu Wubing simply couldn't handle it.

"We can only let it go for now."

Forgiving the other person is also forgiving yourself.

When you're out of strength, it's not shameful to lie low.

"Anyway, by the time Gu Dongting recovers from his injuries, I don't know what level my strength will have reached."

A true man doesn't contend with the length of a single day; time is in his hands.

After making peace with myself.

Lu Wubing called the cat back, indicating that it no longer needed to track it.

He was preparing to eliminate another potential threat.

If the hidden dangers surrounding Gu Dongting are to be said, they will not erupt until much later.

Therefore, the threat to the prefect of Mingyang is right before his eyes.

“If you cut the weeds without removing the roots, they will grow again when the spring breeze blows.”

The hatred of killing his sons, especially two sons, wiped out his lineage... Prefect Zhao Shilian must be feeling incredibly bitter right now.

As the local official in charge of the people's livelihood.

If he could swallow this insult, he shouldn't be called Zhao Shilian, but Zhao Wannian.

The thousand-year-old king and the eighty-thousand-year-old turtle.

He deserves to be a ten-thousand-year-old tortoise.

"...From literature to military prowess..."

Zhao Wannian couldn't bear it any longer; he was so heartbroken that he almost fainted.

He pounded his chest and cried out loud.

What kind of scholarly refinement is this?

The saying "remain calm even when Mount Tai collapses before you" only means that your defenses haven't actually been breached.

A general who can remain calm in the face of adversity and treat thousands of troops as nothing is a rare and common sight.

Once someone tells him that his wife has cheated on him several times and even had a child with another man, he will be able to get his hands on the child.

Let's see if he still has the bearing of a general.
Two sons died...

In particular, the untimely death of his eldest son, Zhao Congwen, who was brutally murdered in his own home, was something Zhao Shilian could not bear.

After crying for a while, his face contorted, and he roared, "Send Lei Hong to mobilize troops, quickly, get him here as soon as possible. I want to dig up every inch of Mingyang City."

No matter what, I must find that "Mad Swordsman" and tear him to pieces; only then can I quell the hatred in my heart.

"My son..."

After issuing the order fiercely, Zhao Shilian was overcome with grief and began to weep again.

Three head constables, leading five hundred constables, followed cautiously by his side, protecting Prefect Zhao.

These people all seemed indignant and ready to fight.

Deep down, everyone was secretly pounding with anxiety.

The three constables also had heads as big as buckets.

Breaking news has arrived.

The fourth-rank master Tang Baye, a highly skilled retainer within the manor, has died a violent death.

Even Xiao Shan, ranked thirty-third on the blacklist, had his head pierced by a sword on South Fourth Street.

The Mad Swordsman has truly gone mad with killing.

Regardless of his cultivation level, his combat strength is truly exceptional.

No matter how loyal they were to their duties, they were unwilling to risk their lives against such a master for the sake of the Zhao family's affairs.

If you continue to go your own way, you will soon reach the Bridge of Helplessness and meet an acquaintance.

The constable Wang and his men, who had collapsed in front of the Huichuntang, were still waiting for them to join them.

"First, keep a close eye on Huichuntang and the Lu family... Also, don't let Jinyutang get away with it. This time, they must die."

Therefore, even when scholars are provoked, they are not without courage and passion.

The future that was once valued is no longer important.

The good temper he used to feign could no longer be maintained.

Prefect Zhao roared fiercely, only to find that the constables surrounding him did not move, but instead all started shouting at once.

"That is……"

"Monkey face!"

"It's the Mad Swordsman, that madman..."

The tragic state of the Zhao family mansion had spread far and wide among the constables.

Leaving aside how the masters died, just consider the fifty elite guards of the Zhao family. None of them could compare to these meagerly paid constables.

They eat meat at every meal, and are given traditional Chinese medicine tonics every day.

To put it bluntly, a servant's meal could cover the entire month's expenses for an ordinary constable's family.

Of course, their strength deserves this kind of preferential treatment.

The strength of an ordinary servant was almost on par with that of a head constable.

They were miles ahead of those ordinary constables.

Even with fifty elite armored soldiers, led by Xu Dutou, a fifth-rank external martial arts practitioner with superb spear skills...

They were still utterly defeated by the monkey-faced man.

Xu Yunshen died on the spot, a truly tragic death.

I heard that the blood at the entrance of the Zhao residence soaked through people's shoes.

The well-informed constable who went to inquire almost vomited on the spot when he smelled the strong, fishy stench.

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(End of this chapter)