The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 70 Listen

Fu Juemin avoided the two guards of his own household who were patrolling at night with batons, and made his way to the base of a wall in the outer courtyard. Then he skillfully climbed over the wall and went out in one go.

He had done the same thing countless times in recent days.

Tonight, I felt unusually light and agile, and my steps were like the wind.

"Body tempering and shaping seem to have optimized and adjusted the composition of my [Attack] attribute."

Speed ​​plays a more significant role in attacks, making maneuverability much more flexible.

Fu Juemin couldn't help but marvel once again at the reputation of the "Medicine Master's Glass Body" as a top-tier external martial arts technique. Compared to his previous muscular physique, he preferred his current state.

After leaving the mansion, Fu Juemin did not take the driveway through the main gate, but instead turned into a sparse grove of trees on the side.

After walking for a short distance in the woods, he saw a person pushing a cart and waiting for him.

The dim glow of the kerosene lamp illuminated Cao Tian's thin, stern face.

"Master."

The two seemed to have a tacit understanding beforehand. Cao Tian skillfully handed Fu Juemin a kerosene lamp, a cart, and a black flat-brimmed hat.

Fu Juemin casually put on his flat-brimmed hat and got on his bicycle.

"You still don't need me to accompany the young master tonight?"

"Need not."

Fu Juemin shook his head and was about to ride away when he suddenly saw Cao Tian with his head down, seemingly wanting to say something, but he forcibly restrained himself.

Fu Juemin followed his gaze and looked down curiously, then suddenly realized what was going on.

"You changed the bike chain again?"

Fu Juemin couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to pat Cao Tian on the shoulder, saying, "Don't worry, I won't let you break it again."

Fu Juemin bought bicycles for his three subordinates, Qian Fei, Ma Daikui, and Cao Tian, ​​but Cao Tian was rarely seen riding them.

I initially thought he either didn't know how or didn't like it, but later I found out that Cao Tian cherished his car terribly. If he encountered even a little mud or water on the road, he would carry the car with him.

In the past two weeks, Fu Juemin has worn out countless pedals and chains on Cao Tian's bicycle, and the tires have burst twice.

No wonder even the usually taciturn Cao Tian couldn't help but have some complaints.

Fu Juemin rode his bicycle into the county town. It was already past 10 p.m., and most parts of Luanhe Town were under curfew.

Every household turned off their lights and went to bed. The streets were deserted. Apart from the security team patrolling with lanterns and the night watchmen, there were hardly any people to be seen.

There were still a few tavern shops open, and invariably there were one or two drunkards lying at their doorways, completely intoxicated and talking nonsense.

In this era, there was almost no public lighting on the streets. Fu Juemin rode his bicycle through the streets and alleys, relying only on the moonlight and the faint light from the kerosene lamp in his hand.

However, for him, whose [Life] attribute had reached 9 points at this moment, the streets were not as bright as day, but they were clearly visible. With his superb eyesight, it did not affect his riding at all.

Fu Juemin pedaled his bicycle very fast, occasionally passing by a few houses with eerie red lights still on and faint noises coming from them. These were either brothels, opium dens, or gambling dens that never closed.

Fu Juemin rode all the way to a quiet street corner, saw a stall set up by the roadside, got off his bike, parked it casually by the roadside, and then walked over.

"Boss, what's up?"

Fu Juemin lowered the brim of his hat and pointed to a large pot of steaming hot water on the stall, asking a question.

The stall owner stirred the pot with a long ladle, releasing a fragrant aroma of meat, and replied, "There's only some offal left, sir."

"Have a bowl."

Fu Juemin casually ordered one serving and then sat down at the small table set up in front of the stall.

The stall owner quickly brought over a bowl of offal soup, sprinkled with plenty of chopped green onions, cilantro, and chili powder. The aroma was very tempting, but after taking a bite, Fu Juemin found that the taste was actually just average.

He didn't care and continued to pretend to eat with his head down, while secretly activating [Whispering].

In an instant, countless sounds surged forth from the stillness of the night.

Fu Juemin is now quite proficient in using [Listening Sound]. His mind slowly turns like an invisible knob, and soon, irrelevant noises are filtered out.
Only the sounds of voices remained, coming from a house across the street directly in front of him.

"County Chief Hu, I'll have to trouble you to take care of my daughter Fangfei tonight."

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of Mr. Sun's daughter. Why don't you let your daughter rest first? It'll probably be late at night by then when it's her turn."

"Father! Father, I don't want to go! I don't want to go!"

"My dear daughter, I always spoil you and indulge you, just so that you can help me in times like this, right?"
If you don't go today, tomorrow your shop, your house, and the lives of your entire family will all be lost.

"At that time, who will still recognize you as the eldest daughter of the Sun family?!"

"Be good, just bear with it, the night will pass quickly. Dad has hired the best doctor in the province for you. If you are crippled, Dad promises to take care of you for the rest of your life."

"(Ta-da!) Master, Young Master Song is calling for a replacement."

"Hurry! Go now!"

"Crunch—"

Tiny crumbs were falling from the handle of the white porcelain ladle. Fu Juemin remained calm as he slowly stirred the soup in his bowl, seemingly oblivious to the porcelain scum that had fallen into the soup, and ate it all up, spoonful by spoonful.

The bowl of soup was quickly finished.

Fu Juemin walked up to the stall, placed two copper coins on the counter, and asked, "Boss, what kind of offal are you cooking? It smells so good."

The stall owner replied with a smile, "It's from pigs, and a little bit of dog meat mixed in."

"No wonder."

Fu Juemin smiled, turned around, pushed the cart, and slowly walked into a side alley.

The further you go, the closer you get to the Hu family mansion on the front street.

[Listening] continues.

But this time, all Fu Juemin could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

It was majestic, deep, and heavy, just like the sound of Li Tong's heartbeat he had heard before, both as powerful as a drumbeat.

But the frequency was much more normal than Li Tong's heartbeat, around thirty beats per minute.

For the past two weeks, Fu Juemin has come here every night.

They ignored Song Lin and listened only to the two Xuan-level guards beside him.

Listen to their heartbeats and breathing.

Listen to their daily routines and habits.

Listen to the flow of their blood in their veins, and how every movement involves the contraction and exertion of their muscles and bones.
After half a month, Fu Juemin had almost etched all of this into his mind, and the images of the two people in his heart became more and more vivid and real.

This was his way of preparing for the future.

He always remembered what Li Tong had told him: if a Blood Refining Realm cultivator wanted to deal with a Profound Realm cultivator, they had to break through the opponent's protective barrier.

The bullets from the Han-made rifle were slightly less powerful; it was necessary to hit the same spot more than twice in succession to penetrate the air membrane of the Tongxuan Martial Master.

That's too difficult to do.

But it's not impossible, provided that—

You must know your opponent well enough.

After the [Life] attribute reached 9 points, Fu Juemin unexpectedly discovered that the effect of [Listening] also seemed to have been greatly enhanced.

In the past, he needed to be very close to the Hu family mansion, in certain specific locations, to have a chance to clearly hear the two people's heartbeats.

Even before people reach the foot of the Hu residence's courtyard wall, the sounds can already be clearly heard.

(End of this chapter)