My cultivation method shines upon all heavens.

Chapter 73. You dog-like thing, how dare you compare yourself to me?

Xie Muyan lowered his head, his voice steady: "Yes."

Lu Ming tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a series of tapping sounds.

After pondering for a while, he slowly said, "I understand. You may leave now."

Xie Muyan was taken aback, but did not ask any further questions. He took a few steps back and then turned to leave.

The moment he stepped out of the courtyard gate, a sudden gust of wind and clouds arose between heaven and earth.

"hold head high-!"

"roar--!

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Above the sky, a blue dragon meandered in, and a giant tiger rode the wind, their roars echoing across the land.

A dazzling golden light cascaded down like a waterfall, enveloping the entire Yinhu County in a radiant glow:

[Song Chengyue, ranked 68th on the Dragon and Tiger List, known as the "Mountain-Suppressing Hand," has killed Shen Jinghan, known as the "Cold Edge Sword," and has risen to 52nd on the Dragon and Tiger List.]

Lu Ming looked up at the large characters proclaiming the news to the world in the sky, his eyes slightly narrowed.

In just a few days, the Dragon and Tiger List has appeared more than ten times.

This means that at least a dozen battles have taken place in Yinhu County.

Whether dead, injured, or maimed, blood spread silently through the streets and alleys.

Unfortunately, these people came from extraordinary backgrounds and possessed exceptional martial arts skills, making them impossible for the Tiger Patrol Battalion to control.

Even now, some people have even extended their reach into the Xunhu Camp.

"The Silk-Pulling Hand, Luo Ziyuan—how dare you!"

Lu Ming closed his eyes slightly, slowly suppressing the murderous intent surging in his heart.

On the tall city wall of the East City.

The afternoon sun made the blue bricks on the city wall slightly hot, and the banners fluttered weakly in the hot wind.

At this moment, the two groups are facing off in a tense standoff.

Luo Ziyuan stood with his hands behind his back, coldly watching the Yellow Turban Army patrolling outside the city from time to time, a faint sneer on his lips.

Liu San stood beside him with a long sword at his waist, his face stiff, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet, and a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

Facing the two men, Xie Muyan, Fan Wu, Chen Rui, and ten other officers were all flushed, their chests churning with anger, and their fists clenched tightly.

Seeing the situation becoming increasingly deadlocked, Liu San forced a smile and stepped forward: "My lords, this is an order from the County Magistrate and the Commander of the Guards. From now on, Young Master Luo will assume the position of Registrar, and the Tiger Patrol Battalion will be under Young Master Luo's command."

"Young Master Luo is the son of the Lord of Yinshan Prefecture, with a distinguished family background in scholarship. He is also ranked fifteenth on the Dragon and Tiger List, and will surely lead everyone to achieve great things."

Seeing the fierce glint in the eyes of the people opposite him, his voice unconsciously lowered: "The wealth collected from the four great families—is only temporarily held by the government office, and Lord Liu—is only temporarily keeping it for you."

As he spoke, his head unconsciously lowered.

He himself didn't believe it.

Who doesn't know the name "Liu Zhiyuan" who is known for "scraping three feet from the ground"? You want to make him spit out something that's already in his mouth?

"Liu San, it's not that we disrespect your orders."

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Xie Muyan's words were tactful, yet firm: "This matter still requires Lord Lu's approval."

During this massacre of the four major families, Lu Ming turned a blind eye to the fact that everyone took some money.

The Yin Hu Guards were able to feast to their hearts' content.

Now, Luo Ziyuan has clearly used his status as the son of the Yinshan Prefecture Lord to get involved with Liu Zhiyuan.

The three of them clearly wanted to exclude Lu Ming and completely divide up the spoils of this battle.

Luo Ziyuan gained control of the Tiger Patrol Camp, Liu Zhiyuan obtained treasures and incidentally suppressed Lu Ming, and Xue Bao secured his position as the Guardian Lord.

However, these people who had risked their lives were completely excluded.

How could they possibly agree to something like that?

"Indeed, we only obey Lord Lu Ming's orders!"

With a broad back and thick waist, and a full beard, Zhou Rong strode forward, his voice booming like a bell, causing the blue bricks beneath his feet to tremble slightly.

He had been a coward in the Yin Hu Guard for more than ten years. Only Lu Ming was willing to give them opportunities, wealth, and a sense of pride.

Apart from Lu Ming, he looked down on everyone else, not even Xue Bao, the leader of the Yin Hu Guard, or Liu Zhiyuan, the county magistrate.

As for this so-called pretty boy—

He glanced at Luo Ziyuan, who was pretending to be nonchalant, his eyes full of disdain.

He had seen plenty of scions of wealthy families who were all show and no substance.

He didn't care about the rankings; he only cared about who could lead them into battle and bring them wealth and glory.

"Indeed, we will only obey Lord Lu Ming's orders!"

Chen Rui, Fan Wu, and others stepped forward.

At the same time, the remaining Yin Tiger Guards stationed on the city wall also turned around in unison and shouted loudly, "We only obey Lord Lu Ming's orders!"

The enormous sound wave spread out like a tidal wave, carrying for miles.

After the upheavals in the four major families, their mindset was almost exactly the same as Zhou Rong's.

Others treated them like dogs, but Lu Ming treated them like human beings.

Unconsciously, they had developed blind faith and loyalty in Lu Ming.

Seeing the crowd's fervent expressions, Liu San looked dejected and bent over helplessly.

He knew this job wouldn't be easy.

Not to mention the Yin Tiger Guards, there are countless people in the government offices who want to follow Lu Ming.

Now, he's caught in a lose-lose situation, yet he can't afford to offend either side.

Left with no other choice, he could only turn to look at the young master beside him.

"waste."

Luo Ziyuan slowly turned around and coldly rebuked him.

Liu San's face turned ugly, but he dared not retaliate. He could only lower his head and silently endure the humiliation.

Luo Ziyuan slowly swept his gaze across the entire city wall, his hawk-like eyes sweeping over the faces of Fan Wu and the others.

Suddenly, his figure vanished.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Fan Wu, and a knee strike wrapped in blue energy landed heavily on his abdomen.

"boom--!"

Fan Wu's face twisted suddenly, blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, and his body was thrown out in an instant, falling straight towards the outside of the city wall.

Outside the city, several Taoist priests from the Taiping Dao were leading a group of refugees, watching the spectacle unfold with great interest.

Someone was already on horseback, bow drawn and arrow nocked, the arrowheads gleaming coldly in the sunlight, ready to shoot their prey at any moment.

"Commander Fan!"

Xie Muyan and the others finally reacted and rushed over with a roar.

However, looking around, the city wall was empty, with only Luo Ziyuan standing by the crenellations with his hands behind his back.

"Um?

At this moment, Luo Ziyuan narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly and exclaimed in surprise.

He went to the edge of the city wall and peered down.

Sure enough, a pale hand was seen gripping the edge of the city brick.

Fan Wu's face was as pale as paper, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he gripped the edge of the city brick with one arm.

He was suspended in mid-air, swaying helplessly in the wind.

"I never would have guessed—I underestimated you, you old good-for-nothing."

Luo Ziyuan curled his lips into a cold smile, raised his foot and stepped on Fan Wu's palm, grinding it with the sole of his shoe.

"what!"

Fan Wu couldn't help but let out a scream, his arms trembling violently, and he was about to fall.

"Keep yelling—keep yelling!"

Luo Ziyuan's expression was cold: "I heard you have a very close relationship with that good-for-nothing Lu Ming—see if you can call him over."

"You dog-like creature, how dare you compare yourself to me?"

"Now he's probably hiding somewhere, trembling with fear, with his tail between his legs."

With that, he stomped his foot hard, sneering repeatedly, "Scream—scream louder, let's see if he dares to come out!"