Republic of China era: A hundred-year-old still practicing martial arts? Is that right?

Chapter 162 An Invitation: An Old Friend from Outside Jiangcheng!

"But you, you went chasing after Tie Muling last night? Where is he? Where did he go?"

"Dead!"

Lin Ji uttered two words calmly, then casually handed over the remaining potion:

"What we found on him was the alien blood potion he used. You've been chasing this person, so you should be able to concoct an antidote. A lot of people have died in the city. If we don't control this soon, Jiangcheng will probably become a dead city."

Li Shuwen took the medicine, his pupils suddenly contracting, his tone filled with shock: "Dead? You, a late-stage Inner Strength cultivator, killed a Transcendent Realm martial artist?"

He originally thought that Lin Ji was only chasing after him to find his trail.

Even if a late-stage Dark Force cultivator comprehends the true meaning of the Six Harmonies Spear, they would never be a match for a Transcendent Realm martial artist, even if the opponent has just broken through to the Transcendent Realm.

That's why he risked injury to kill Gao Ran and Prouss as quickly as possible. But even after chasing them until midnight, he couldn't find any trace of them, so he had no choice but to give up and go back to Jiangcheng to try his luck.

did not expect.

This old man actually killed someone!

"It was just a coincidence. I suddenly understood the true meaning of the Six Harmonies Spear, and stabbed him when he wasn't paying attention!"

Lin Ji didn't elaborate on the reasons, but changed the subject, looking at the syringe in Li Shuwen's hand:

"Antidote...are you sure you can get it?"

Li Shuwen knew in his heart that the old man was still hiding some secrets.

However, since the other party was unwilling to talk about it, he did not press for details.

He glanced at the injection a few times, pondered for a moment, and then nodded:

"Yes, Beiping has already thoroughly studied these things. I'll make a phone call and ask them to formulate a special medicine based on the research direction of these drugs."

As he spoke, he wrapped the medicine in a cloth and looked at Lin Ji again, his eyes filled with genuine appreciation.

Although he is getting on in years, he is brave and resourceful, and the country needs people like him now.

"By the way, I have something to ask you." Li Shuwen, holding his heavy iron spear, spoke with a more serious tone:

"After things are settled in Jiangcheng, do you plan to stay in Jiangcheng, or go out and see the world? I have an old friend I'd like to visit during this trip south, and also to heal my wounds."

He looked at Lin Ji and extended an invitation:

"How about you come with me?"

Lin Ji's heart skipped a beat.

He knew exactly what Li Shuwen's invitation meant.

This signifies an invitation from the legitimate Chinese nation.

His trip south this time,

Besides the two masters in Japan, there must be other official duties on his mind.

If it were in the past, when Lin Ji was still that old man who only knew how to perform shadow puppet shows and whose life was full of hardships, Lin Ji would have chosen to protect himself.

But Jiangcheng is already in such a state of chaos.

He wanted to see just how badly China had deteriorated and how the Chinese people could truly rise up.

Jiang Cheng did not respond immediately; he turned his head and looked towards the north of the city.

The morning mist of early September still lingered.

From the depths of the streets and alleys came faint, unbearable mournful music.

Fine and heavy.

He withdrew his gaze, his tone calm and firm:

"The epidemic in Jiangcheng is not yet over, and various forces are still eyeing it covetously, so I can't leave for the time being."

Li Shuwen raised an eyebrow, a rare smile appearing in his cold eyes:

"I knew you would say that. If you had agreed right away, I would have thought about it again."

He paused, then slung the heavy iron spear behind his back: "Alright, I'll give you half a month. During this time, I'll stay in Guanghua. There's still a Transcendent Realm expert in Japan that I haven't dealt with."

He then continued:

"The antidote will be ready in a day at most. I will have someone deliver it to the Jiangcheng Military Governor's Mansion. Although that old fox Chen Tianze appears to be sycophantic on the surface, he has done a lot for the people of Jiangcheng in private, so he is still trustworthy."

Lin Ji nodded slightly:

Thank you.

"No need for thanks." Li Shuwen waved his hand, turned and walked towards the alley entrance, his burly figure stretching long in the morning light.

"I'll come back to see you in two weeks. By then, things in Jiangcheng should be completely settled."

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickened his pace and disappeared into the alleyway in a few breaths.

Lin Ji stood there for a moment, pondering.

Leaving Jiangcheng?

It is not impossible.

He then turned and walked towards the direction of the Sea Dragon Gang.

……

The gate to the Sea Dragon Gang's stronghold was wide open.

Two thugs stood guard at the door, keeping a close eye on the thugs practicing their morning exercises in the distance.

The young men had already mastered the "Thirteen Short-Handled Pieces" technique quite well, and upon seeing Lin Ji, they all bowed respectfully.

"Master Lin!"

"Master Lin..."

Lin Ji nodded, picked up his gun, and walked to the council hall on the first floor of the stronghold.

On the armchair, Shen Jinluan wore a slightly thicker black cheongsam with a slit that reached her calves. She held a jade pipe between her fingertips, but did not light it. She was just unconsciously stroking the jade on the pipe.

Bai Yu'er clutched a plain-colored handkerchief, pacing back and forth not far from Shen Jinluan, her brows furrowed in worry.

"That old man... hasn't come home all night."

Lin Qingzhu sat on a chair at the bottom of the steps, dressed in a blue robe that exuded a chilling aura, staring blankly at the wall.

The three of them had clearly waited all night.

"What are you all doing sitting here?"

Lin Ji's voice suddenly rang out in the council hall.

The three women paused, turned around, and glanced at each other.

Bai Yu'er's eyes lit up immediately, and she lifted her skirt and ran over in small steps:

"Old Lin, you're finally back! Why didn't you come back all night? My sisters and I were so worried."

Shen Jinluan straightened up, put away her cigarette, and quickly came forward. She glanced at him from head to toe, and seeing that he only had some dust on his gray shirt and was otherwise unharmed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good that you're alright. The incident in the north of the city has caused a huge uproar. So many people have died in the streets. We were worried that you might run into trouble."

"They told me..." Liu Qingzhu also came over, her cheeks slightly flushed: "They told me that you left very early yesterday. I was worried about you, so I rushed over early this morning."

Lin Ji felt a warmth in his heart and led the three of them inside, recounting the important parts of what had happened the previous night:

"The one in the north of the city was indeed the evil cultivator from that day, and he's already dead. The provincial governor's office and the newly arrived consul from the West were also killed by Li Shuwen. I reckon Jiangcheng won't experience any major turmoil for a while."

"A heretical cultivator at the Transcendent Realm?" Bai Yu'er was startled and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand.

Shen Jinluan and Liu Qingzhu exchanged a glance. They were both at the Dark Force level, with Liu Qingzhu at the peak of Dark Force. She knew what the Transcendent Realm meant, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Grandmaster of the Transcendent Realm.

One person is enough to shake the foundation of a city.

"Old man, Uncle Lin...did you kill him?"

Lin Ji nodded.

Lin Ji did not explain the detailed reasons behind it.

The three of them also knew that Lin Ji had some secrets that he had not told them.

All three of them kept this question to themselves and did not ask it again this time.

Lin Ji looked up at Bai Yu'er:

"Yu'er, Wang Erniang also contracted the plague and didn't survive; she passed away this morning."

Bai Yu'er was stunned.

The fingertips gripping the handkerchief tightened slightly.

Thinking of Wang Erniang made him tremble involuntarily.