Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Cui Baiquan and Guo Yanzhi, unable to tolerate this fat man who looked like a catfish spirit insulting Ke Baisui in this way, both drew their weapons.

Cui Baiquan shook his abacus, while Guo Yanzhi extended his long whip.

Tensions were high, but both Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e looked at Murong Fu, waiting for his order to take down these two arrogant fools.

Murong Fu pressed his hand down to signal that he should not be nervous. Then, he pressed his right thumb against his index finger and flicked it twice, sending out two sword flicks.

They struck Cui Baiquan's abacus frame and the point where Guo Yanzhi's whip handle and soft whip met.

The abacus exploded, and the whip broke.

The two were utterly shocked. They knew that Murong Fu was highly skilled in martial arts, but they never expected him to have reached such a miraculous level.

"Murong..."

Cui Baiquan's face turned ashen, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

It turns out that this very moment is so similar to the scene when I met Murong Bo twenty years ago.

Back in the day, in Nanyang Prefecture, there lived a wealthy man named Cai who was ruthless and oppressed the good people.

His senior brother Ke Baisui's friend was the one who tragically met with such a brutal end.

Ke Baisui filed several lawsuits with the government, but Cai Qingtu used money to suppress the cases each time.

Enraged, Cui Baiquan sneaked into the man's home and wiped out his entire family of over thirty people.

Unexpectedly, I encountered a couple in the study. They seemed to be a married couple and were studying the I Ching. I wanted to ask them if they were members of the Cai family, but they were usually spoiled and arrogant. They spoke to me with great disrespect and used foul language to scold me.

The man used his inner energy to shatter the abacus on the table. With a flick of his wrist, three mahogany abacus beads flew towards Cui Baiquan's chest. Instantly, a sharp pain struck Cui Baiquan, leaving him dizzy and unable to move.

Half a while after the two left, he realized that three abacus beads were neatly nailed to his chest. Even if measured with a ruler, it would not be easy to be so accurate.

Two of the abacus beads were embedded in his two beans, and there was another bead between the two beans. After many years, surprisingly, he did not try to remove it.

Cui Baiquan tried to dig it out with a knife, but with a little force, he aggravated his acupoints and immediately fainted. He wouldn't wake up for at least two hours.

They tried to slowly file it with a file or sandpaper, but it still hurt so much that his grandparents screamed in pain.

Later, after discussing it with his senior brother, they concluded that only the Murong family of Gusu in the martial arts world would "use their own methods against them."

He was used to hitting people with abacus beads, so the man hit him back with abacus beads. It seems that the man was Murong Bo, the head of the Murong family.

Cui Baiquan remembered that the man said he would take his life the next time he saw him, so he changed his name and went to work as an accountant at the Prince of Zhennan's Mansion in Dali.

When the pain flared up every day, I would drink recklessly, living a life of drunken stupor, which allowed me to forget the pain. Over the course of ten or twenty years, all my ambitions and desires to carry on the family line were thrown to the winds.

Until last year, I heard from my junior apprentice that my senior brother, Ke Baisui, had been killed by the Murong family of Gusu. I assumed that Murong Bo couldn't find his cowardly friend, Cui Baiquan, so I went to ask my senior brother. But my senior brother, being a man of honor, refused to reveal that he was in the Zhennan Prince's Mansion in Dali, and thus fell victim to the Murong family's cruelty…

Cui Baiquan felt extremely guilty, but he disregarded his own life and death and was determined to take revenge.

Unexpectedly, they encountered Kumārajīva who had taken Duan Yu hostage. Abi rescued Duan Yu midway, but the uncle and nephew also fell into the water along with Kumārajīva.

Later, he returned to Suzhou with the purchases made by Xiaozhu, but he kept inquiring about the Murong family. Unexpectedly, he met Duan Yu here, and they stayed in Suzhou, waiting for an opportunity to seek justice from Murong Fu.

But now, seeing this skill that is more than ten times more sophisticated than Murong Bo's, he realized that he and his nephew would probably die today. What made him even more desperate was that he would never be able to avenge his senior brother.

He then said dejectedly, "Young Master Murong's move is truly impressive. I have witnessed it. I am unable to avenge my senior brother."

"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you..."

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu said, "Why would I want to kill you?"

The way you're saying this makes it sound like I'm the one who killed your senior brother.

However... if your condition isn't treated, you really won't live for more than a few years.

Then, Murong Fu raised his hand and used the Dragon-Capturing Skill. Before Cui Baiquan could react, his clothes were torn open.

Wang Yuyan, A'Zhu, and Zhong Ling blushed upon seeing this move, indicating that Murong Fu had honed his refined skills through practice with them.

Mu Wanqing, unaware of the inside story, only thought that her brother-in-law was really good at martial arts, and at the same time, she noticed that Cui Baiquan had three beads on his chest.

Before anyone could react, Murong Fu flicked his hands repeatedly, sending more than a dozen sword strikes imbued with Mingyu's true energy hitting Cui Baiquan.

More than ten streams of true energy were injected into more than a dozen acupoints on Cui Baiquan's chest, and the last three strikes hit his chest squarely, shattering the three abacus beads that had caused Cui Baiquan twenty years of suffering.

Three streaks of blood flowed from the wound, which greatly surprised everyone who saw it.

But only Cui Baiquan knew just how powerful Murong Fu's move truly was.

Even a light sanding with sandpaper causes excruciating pain, suggesting that the abacus beads have penetrated a pressure point, making it unbearable to experience the slightest vibration.

But Murong Fu smashed it to pieces without feeling anything at all.

Cui Baiquan was like a man in shackles, suffering day after day for ten years, but now he finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

I've figured it out. I realized that I had prejudicially assumed the other person was the murderer, and that's why I brandished my weapon in front of him.

According to the rules of the underworld, his provocative behavior meant he deserved to be killed, but he had previously believed the other party was the murderer, so he considered it an act of revenge.

Unexpectedly, the other party broke the shackles that had bound him for twenty years. He now understood that Murong Fu's martial arts were like those of a terrestrial immortal, completely different from his own second- or third-rate martial arts skills.

He said it wasn't him who killed him, so it wasn't.

Even if I admit it, what good will it do? I'll just be killed by the other party's flick of a finger.

There is absolutely no need for them to waste their words and tricks on deceiving themselves.

And the previous statement, which was taken as an insult and an excuse, that "I don't care about the names of petty scoundrels," must now be true.

Such a divine being could kill with a flick of his finger and would certainly not inquire about the vile name of that scoundrel.

Having figured things out, Cui Baiquan realized that he had been unreasonable first and the other party had shown him kindness afterward, so he knelt on the ground and performed a deep bow.

He then said:

"Young Master Murong, I believe what you say. My senior brother's revenge has been achieved."

I, Cui Baiquan, was ignorant of good people and was unreasonable from the start. After you helped me escape endless suffering in my lifetime, I admire you.

"Take my life, just please spare my nephew and Young Master Duan. In my next life, I'll be your ox..."

Murong Fu frowned and said, "What use would I have your life for? And what's with this talk of the afterlife?"

If you truly apologize and admit your mistake, you can bring your junior apprentice and work as a bodyguard at my Murong Escort Agency for three years, carrying heavy loads for three years.

Brother Bao, give these two directions.

By the way, don't move your wound. Don't get it wet or apply any medicine for seven days. The acupressure I applied will stop the bleeding; what's flowing out is just accumulated blood clots. If you don't drink alcohol in the future, living another twenty years shouldn't be a problem."

Bao Butong accepted the order and led the two men out.

Cui Baiquan thanked him repeatedly, feeling that Murong Fu was a bodhisattva-like figure.

Little did he know, Murong Fu actually knew that Murong Bo had indeed killed his senior brother Ke Baisui for some money, and Murong Fu was simply too embarrassed to kill them both as well.

Moreover, Murong Bo had already been exiled from China, so to them it was no different from death. He also took the opportunity to remove the shackles that Murong Bo had left on Cui Baiquan.

Consider it a way to settle the cause and effect.

However, it was indeed disrespectful for the other party to brandish weapons in front of their family members, so they were made to carry heavy loads for several years as an apology.

As long as that old idiot Murong Bo doesn't show up again, today's events will be considered a good story.

Just then, Bao Butong, who had just stepped out, suddenly turned back and said:

"I almost forgot, brother-in-law, judging by your long and steady breathing, you must be quite skilled. Since you seem to have nothing better to do all day, why don't you join your two friends to carry some heavy loads?"