From a country cook to a master chef

The cold wind knocked the snow off the eaves, icicles fell, and snow sprayed everywhere.

Inside the Yucheng Patrol Office, a cold wind howled, and more than twenty suspects shivered from the cold.

Master Qingmu concentrated his mind and bit his fingertip, using his blood as ink. With a nimble wrist movement, his powerful magic mixed with the blood to draw a spirit-tracing talisman above the suspect's head.

The moment the crimson runes lit up, streaks of crimson spiritual light emanated, like a vast net covering all the prisoners.

"Spirit Tracing Talisman, activate!"

Master Aoki moved his sword finger, and a dark red light appeared at his fingertip, leaping like a flame, and in the blink of an eye it transformed into a giant screen of flames.

At the same time, a drop of blood flowed from the foreheads of all the suspects, connecting to form a star map that merged with the fire curtain, immediately displaying images of the Medicine Stone Workshop and the surrounding major markets.

"It wasn't him."

"It wasn't him either."

Using the Spirit Tracing Talisman, Master Qingmu eliminated the suspects one by one and found that no one was the murderer of the second young master of the Gao family.

"Um?"

The sky suddenly darkened, and dark clouds surged above the patrol station. A mysterious and obscure aura suddenly surged in like a tide.

Inside the patrol station, the air suddenly turned several degrees colder.

At this moment, Master Qingmu's face was extremely ugly, because just now, the sect's protective talisman hanging on his waist had mysteriously broken.

"Sir, all suspects have been brought in."

Zhang Kuang strode forward, bowed deeply to Dong Tianbao, and was followed by about ten suspects.

"Where is Lin Jue?"

Dong Tianbao asked with a surprised expression, "Didn't he go to prison with you?"

"Lin Jue? Is the person Lord Dong mentioned the one who lives in Jiming Lane of Xiayuanfang and is a disciple of Liu Yue, the master of the Quick Fist?"

Gao Qimo, who was intently observing Master Qingmu's magic, suddenly stood up the moment he heard the name Lin Jue. He took a few steps forward, grabbed Zhang Kuang by the collar, and asked, "The young man who went to the prison with you just now, is that Lin Jue?"

"Um!"

Zhang Kuang didn't understand what had happened. When Gao Qimo pressed him for an answer, he simply nodded and gave a soft reply.

"..."

Gao Qimo's expression suddenly darkened; he never expected that he would misjudge someone.

Bang!

A violent explosion resounded throughout the patrol office. Zhang Kuang and more than a dozen suspects behind him suddenly broke free and attacked the patrol officer closest to them, causing chaos in the scene.

Dong Tianbao possessed a body of hard qigong, and his strength had already reached the supernatural realm. In an instant, he activated his Golden Bell Shield, using his waist and abdomen to take the daggers stabbed by the two suspects. His eyes widened in anger, and he grabbed the two men's heads with both hands, slamming them together and cracking their skulls open with his bare hands.

Zhang Kuang reacted swiftly, drawing his family heirloom sword from his waist and unleashing a Kasaya Slash to repel one person. He then leaped up and slashed down on the head, instantly killing another.

On the other side, Gao Qimo subdued the two men with lightning speed, then grabbed one of them by the neck and interrogated him about his background, wanting to know who was opposing his Gao family.

Before the man could reply, a cold wind swept into the patrol office, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression, and whistled through the air.

"Gao Qimo, today is your death day!"

A cold voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears, and a man dressed in black and masked walked straight into the patrol office.

His footsteps were so light they made no sound. He appeared to be walking, but in an instant he was right in front of Gao Qimo, almost face to face with him.

"Master Aoki, save me!"

Gao Qimo felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that the person in front of him was beyond his ability to defeat, and placed his hopes on Master Qingmu in the arena.

Before Aoki could react, the masked man smiled slightly, raised his hand, and brought down his knife. The cold, sharp blade sliced ​​across Gao Qimo's neck, and warm blood spurted out, staining the falling snowflakes red.

Gao Qimo instinctively clutched his neck, trying to stop the spurting blood. Black blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He slowly lost his strength and knelt in the pool of blood, his face filled with disbelief. His deathly eyes stared intently at the masked man.

"That brat is far too arrogant!"

Master Aoki flew into a rage, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and a ring of flames suddenly appeared in the air behind him.

Countless flames transformed into a crimson rain of arrows, which, following the movement of the sword, instantly swept towards the masked man, covering the sky.

The Misty Cloud Sect unleashed a wide-range, destructive fire spell: Spirit Flame Arrow Rain.

"The name of Master Qingmu of the Yanxia Sect is renowned far and wide, but you truly deserve to die."

Faced with the oncoming fire magic, the masked man showed no fear. He trembled, his aura rose, and powerful primordial energy burst forth from his body, transforming into protective qi that blocked countless spiritual flame arrows.

At this moment, the entire inspection station was completely silent, with only two auras clashing fiercely between heaven and earth.

The primordial energy merges with the body, and the vital energy takes form.

"Martial artist of the Divine Light Realm!"

Dong Tianbao exclaimed in surprise, his expression changed drastically, and he used the Prajna Palm to kill a thug. He then leaped onto the roof and fled the patrol office.

Seeing that the Chief had already fled, Zhang Kuang killed the enemy in front of him with a single slash and quickly turned around and slipped away through the gate.

"Gao Qimo is dead. Everything will proceed as planned. You go and surround and kill the Gao family. Leave this man to me."

The masked man gave orders to the remaining thugs in a clear, cold voice, staring intently at Aoki Masato with a stern expression.

The two stood facing each other like two statues, their auras surging.

A cold wind blew in from the gate of the patrol office. Master Qingmu's wide Taoist robe was filled with the wind, and the hem of his robe fluttered in the wind. His right hand was in a sword-finger gesture, and his left hand was holding a talisman. As soon as the masked man made the slightest move, he would immediately take action.

Both men were well aware of each other's strengths, and at this moment, any seemingly insignificant flaw could become the key to victory or defeat.

Anyone who dares to act rashly will be doomed.

"Fellow Daoist, you entered the Dao through martial arts; you must not be an unknown person."

Master Qingmu stared intently at the masked man's every move: "I am Shen Qiuping, a disciple of Li Xuanzhi of the Red Maple Cave of the Yanxia Sect. My master, Li Xuanzhi, is a great cultivator in the Core Formation stage. Please do not make a mistake."

The masked man removed his mask, revealing a face covered in scars. His expression grew even more fierce. He discarded the dagger in his hand, drew a soft sword hidden in his belt, and casually held it in his hand.

"You were just an unknown nobody, so how could you say you've made a mistake? It's you, a mountain dweller, who colluded with Gao Qimo and did countless despicable things. Today you die by my sword. When Li Xuanzhi finds out, he should thank my sword for cleaning up his own mess."

"Arrogant! So what if you're a Divine Illumination Realm martial artist? Today I'll show you the consequences of opposing a Qi Refining cultivator."

Master Qingmu let out a cold shout, his body flew into the air, the talisman in his hand shimmering with golden light, floating in front of him, his hand seals changing, radiant with color.

"Eight Gates Golden Light Talisman!"

The man remained unfazed and sneered, "If it's just a mere talisman, then you can go on your way!"

"Mere trifles? You can talk about this after you've caught this golden Bagua."

Master Qingmu angrily rebuked him, and the instant his finger traced the line, golden light appeared in all directions, transforming into eight gates that trapped the man.

As he chanted the incantation, the eight gates spun, and dense, cold winds howled out from the Xun gate, freezing the air around the man. The biting cold winds transformed into countless flying blades that shot out.