The Martial Saint, starting with daily intelligence.

"but."

"None of these should be excuses for your crimes."

Zhong Ming had met Yang Xiuzhu, the third young lady of the Yang family, once that morning. She was twelve years old, with delicate and beautiful features and bright, piercing eyes; she was a beauty in the making.

She is twelve years old, but not really twelve. She is twelve years old in name only, and her real age is only ten.

Ten years old!

Damn it.

This is more than just a crime.

They're utterly beasts.

She's just a child, how could you do this to her?

Thinking of this, Zhong Ming's gradually calming blood surged up again.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry."

"Don't get angry now, calm down, calm down."

  

Zhong Ming sat cross-legged, trying to empty his mind and stop thinking about anything else.

On an old locust tree on South Street, directly opposite the gate of the Yang family mansion, Zhong Ming was hiding under the cover of night, sitting cross-legged.

Wearing the night clothes that had been prepared in the system space, his figure blended almost perfectly into the old locust tree under the night.

Like a patient old hunter, waiting for the prey to arrive.

After an unknown amount of time, the streets were deserted, save for the occasional patrolling constable and the night watchman.

A black figure suddenly appeared inside the left courtyard wall of the Yang residence.

Their movements were erratic; they cautiously approached the courtyard wall.

Looking left and right but finding nothing amiss, he took a few steps back, then took a running start and used the momentum to leap up the courtyard wall, which was more than ten feet high.

His palm hooked onto the eaves of the courtyard wall.

Just as he was about to climb over the wall, a loud shout suddenly rang in his ears.

"How dare you, you beast!"

Startled, he shuddered and turned around. Before he could react, a huge fist was already at his face.

The one who shouted was Zhong Ming, who had been lying in wait all night. Now that the main character had arrived, how could Zhong Ming let him go?

Moreover, Zhong Ming also had some practical experience. He had already approached his opponent, waiting for him to have difficulty gaining leverage in mid-air before launching an attack, shouting loudly to distract him.

At the same time, it also alerted the people in the Yang family, making them more prepared.

The man in black could no longer care about anything else. He pushed off with his legs and used the reaction force to fall down.

"Hmm~"

Even so, Zhong Ming still punched him twice in the chest, causing the other man's chest to cave in slightly and produce a barely audible groan.

"You're asking for it!"

The other party gritted their teeth and cursed angrily.

Blood was still seeping from the corner of his mouth. He felt as if he had been punched by something, with at least seven or eight ribs broken and even his internal organs damaged.

He struggled to stand up, and Zhong Ming naturally wouldn't just stand by and watch.

He ran quickly to his side and kicked him in the head.

The man in black blocked the vital points with his fists, but when his arms made contact with Zhong Ming's kick, his eyes popped out.

Pain~

It hurts so much!

He could clearly hear the sound of his arm bones cracking, and the force continued to travel to his head.

"Ah~"

The man in black let out a piercing scream and almost fainted.

But he still managed to fly several meters away using that immense force.

The two punches from before were delivered mid-air by Zhong Ming, so the man in black didn't land properly and most of the force was dissipated.

And this kick landed squarely.

Human leg strength is far greater than arm strength.

Zhong Ming's single-arm strength is five to six thousand jin, and his leg strength is probably no less than ten thousand jin.

The greater the strength, the stronger the explosive power; the stronger the explosive power, the slower the speed.

Speed ​​is power, and power is speed!

With immense power and sudden bursts of speed, the force of this kick was enough to shatter even a steel plate.

In fact, the result was pretty much what Zhong Ming had guessed.

After being kicked away, the man in black convulsed continuously.

I wanted to get up but couldn't stand up at all.

Zhong Ming didn't dare to be careless either, giving him no chance to catch his breath. Ignoring his already broken arm and leg, he still sprinted with all his might to his side.

Another kick was aimed at the chest, and the man in black crashed into the courtyard wall of the Yang residence with a loud thud. The man in black was like a lump of mud, and the courtyard wall even cracked.

Cool Cool landed a few more punches, completely smashing the opponent's chest and head, confirming that the opponent was thoroughly dead.

Zhong Ming's restless and fiery heart gradually calmed down.

"This place is not safe to stay for long."

The commotion caused by the two had already alerted the residents of the Yang family and several surrounding households.

Although only a dozen seconds passed between Zhong Ming's loud shout and the man in black's sudden death, the constables and patrolmen in this world were all martial arts practitioners.

With their speed, they can reach the scene in just a few minutes if there is any commotion.

Zhong Ming didn't have time to think about anything else. He endured the pain and forcibly stuffed the black-clad man's corpse into the sack.

It was called a battle, but from the moment Zhong Ming launched his sneak attack, it was almost a one-sided massacre. However, Zhong Ming was still injured, and his injuries were not minor.

The energy and blood were too strong, and the bones and internal organs couldn't withstand the backlash.

This once again confirms the fact that martial artists at the Blood Refining Realm cannot fight against others.

If it really comes down to a fight, a life-or-death struggle, how could anyone possibly hold back their strength?

Imagine it, but if a real fight breaks out, how will Zhong Ming's mind be able to process it?

Moreover, during the fight, Zhong Ming discovered that his opponent's realm was definitely not just the Bone Forging stage, but at least the peak of the Bone Forging stage, or even the Marrow Cleansing stage.

The Bone Forging Realm only grants the strength of a thousand jin.

To be able to resist even after being ambushed by oneself is something that no ordinary Bone Forging stage cultivator could do.

Therefore, Zhong Ming dared not be careless and, in a moment of impulsiveness, used all his strength.

After a burst of adrenaline, the effects gradually subside.

The pain in his limbs told Zhong Ming how much force he had just exerted.

As for the results of the battle, we can check them once we reach a safe place.

The system has two units of storage space, which is two cubic meters.

Zhong Ming didn't have many possessions, just some notebooks containing various intelligence and information.

Then there was the money: a few silver notes, a few dozen silver dollars, and a few hundred copper coins.

Finally, there were some miscellaneous items, such as wound medicine, burlap sacks, and ropes.

Knowing what he had to do today, Zhong Ming had already cleared out the unused items in the space beforehand.

Therefore, there is enough space left to fit the body of the man in black, and with the sacks inside, squeezing it in shouldn't be a problem.

After storing the spoils in his system space, Zhong Ming limped away from the place under the cover of night.

A few minutes later.

Several night patrol officers were now standing at the site of the recent fight, each carrying an oil lamp to illuminate the area where the battle had just taken place.

Looking at the remaining traces of the battle, Zhang Xun, the head constable, had already roughly deduced what had happened.

"It was almost a one-sided massacre; the one being chased and killed was a martial artist in the Marrow Cleansing Realm."

Zhang Xun, the head constable, arrived at the courtyard wall that the man had climbed in the dark, and looked at the several footprints on it.

"To be able to leave a footprint three inches deep on a bluestone requires a strength of no less than two thousand jin. The strength of the lower limbs is about three to five times that of the upper limbs. The Bone Forging Realm is definitely not enough, and it has not reached the late stage of Marrow Cleansing."

"In the later stages of marrow cleansing, one's strength can generally reach 2,000 jin, 1,000 jin for one arm, and at least 3,000 jin for one leg."

"Therefore, the person who climbed the wall must have been at the early or middle stage of the Marrow Cleansing Realm."

"As for the other person, the force he unleashed easily exceeded ten thousand jin, which is something that a martial artist in the Body Tempering Realm could not do. He must be a great master in the Qi Refining Realm."

"It's just strange, why is there no trace of residual true energy?"

Chief Constable Zhang looked at the drag marks on the ground and the cracks in the courtyard wall.

Chief Constable Zhang was also completely baffled, his brow furrowed.

Logically speaking, a Qi Refining Realm expert should leave traces of true Qi after making a move.

But there were only traces of burning blood energy here, with no trace of true energy remaining.

As one of the many constables in Jincheng, Zhang Xun was also a Qi Refining Realm expert, so he naturally understood the intricacies involved.

In the Great Chu Dynasty, martial arts are revered.

Ordinary constables must be at least at the Marrow Cleansing Realm to be eligible for the position, while head constables must be Qi Refining Realm experts.

Even powerful families have to give some respect to experts at the Qi Refining Realm; they can't completely ignore them.

If you don't have enough strength, even if you have official credentials, the other party won't respect you.

Therefore, the head constable must have a certain level of competence; otherwise, he will often be unable to solve problems.

"Could it be that some demon or monster has infiltrated the city?"

"Impossible. If it were a demon, the residual aura would be even stronger."

"A Refining Spirit Realm expert? That doesn't make sense either. The true energy aura of a Refining Spirit Realm expert would still remain after they attack."

"Besides, a Refining Spirit Realm expert can crush their opponent with a single glance or thought; why waste energy?"

"Could it be that the Western supernatural system has created something strange again?"

"Forget it, let's leave these headaches to the Chief Constable."

Unable to figure it out, Chief Constable Zhang gave up on worrying about it.

The incident was routinely documented, and the surrounding residents were reassured; that was the end of the matter.

If the people do not report it, the officials will not investigate.

No one in the surrounding area suffered any losses in this incident.

Oh.

No, part of the Yang family's courtyard wall was damaged and needs repair, so there was still some loss.

However, this incident involves a martial artist at the Marrow Cleansing Realm and a mysterious powerhouse, at least at the Qi Refining Realm, or perhaps even higher.

What can the Yang family do?

Do you dare to investigate?

Moreover, most of the Marrow Cleansing martial artists who encountered misfortune were likely to be at a disadvantage to the Yang family. It just so happened that a mysterious expert passed by and helped the Yang family.

The Yang family should thank them.

If this mysterious expert hadn't intervened, their family, lacking any marrow-cleansing martial artists, might have suffered enormous losses.

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It was nearly midnight when Zhong Ming returned to Youjian Inn.

On the way, Zhong Ming put his night clothes back into the system space and changed back into the blue robe he had worn when he left.

It happened to be the inn's late-night snack time, so in order not to attract attention...

Zhong Ming also drank a bowl of meat soup and ate three pieces of bread before returning to his room to rest.

Lying in bed and drawing the curtains, Zhong Ming finally dropped his pretense.

"Aha~"

"Ouch, that really hurts!"

The fractured areas of the limbs were bright red, and the pain intensified with the slightest touch.

Severe fractures of the right arm and right lower leg, and mild fractures of the left arm and left lower leg.

Zhong Ming sat on the bed, took out a liniment from the system space, took half of it orally, and applied the other half to the area around the fracture, rubbing it slowly to let the liniment dissolve.

Zhong Ming bit the white cloth, afraid of making a sound, and gritted his teeth as he treated his injuries.

Fortunately, this was not the first time Zhong Ming had suffered a fracture.

In fact, every martial arts practitioner knows how to treat injuries, especially fractures, to some extent.

It's rare for a martial artist at the Blood Refining Realm to escape injury or fractures.

Fractures are a common occurrence during regular martial arts training.

After treating the injuries, Zhong Ming drew the bed curtains again and lit a candle at each end of the bed.

The medicinal wine has a very strong smell.

Light a candle; the charcoal produced when it burns can absorb odors in the room.

After one night, the smell of medicinal wine in the room will completely dissipate.

The next day, Zhong Ming's injuries had improved considerably, and the odor in the room had long since dissipated, leaving only the smell of burnt candles.

The medicinal wines used for bruises and sprains in this world are absolutely trustworthy.

After all, Blood Refining Realm martial artists often suffer fractures, so it's hard for the medicine not to be effective.

Where there is demand, there is motivation.

The left arm and left leg only had slight pain, while the right arm and right leg still needed to be massaged and treated with medication.

Based on Zhong Ming's past experience, with consistent medication and three days of rest, the patient should recover completely.

To avoid attracting attention, Zhong Ming rang the bell and had a servant bring him some food before leaving the inn.

In the inner city, Zhong Ming still dared not be careless, dared not reveal the slightest flaw, and forced himself to walk normally despite the pain.

Zhong Ming didn't return to his small courtyard until he left the inner city and crossed several streets.

Zhong Ming was unsure whether last night's events would cause a disturbance. This world was inhabited by supernatural powers, and all sorts of bizarre methods were impossible to guard against.

No matter how careful Zhong Ming is, it can't be too much.

Once safely back in his familiar little house, Zhong Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief and completely relaxed.

"Phew~"

Previously, we could only treat the injuries in a simple way, but here we can truly treat them.

First, rub the affected area with medicated wine, then sprinkle on medicinal powder, bandage it, and finally fix it with a wooden board. The fracture will heal in at most three days.

During this period, one must not touch water, nor engage in any spiritual practice; one can only rest quietly.

After dealing with these matters, Zhong Ming finally turned his attention to the sacks in the system space.

They laid out three layers of shrouds on the ground before placing the sack containing the body on top.

Everything in the system space is static; it remains the same whether it's put in or taken out.

But you can't put living things in it, only inanimate objects.

When the sack was opened, the body inside was still fresh, the blood still had a fishy smell, and the body had not yet begun to decompose and stink.

Zhong Ming changed his clothes, wearing a homemade mask and gloves, and a white coarse linen garment. These items would be discarded with the corpse after use to avoid soiling his everyday clothes.

The other person's face had already been smashed by Zhong Ming, and it was impossible to recognize what it originally looked like. Enduring the discomfort and nausea, Zhong Ming began to touch the corpse.

Fifteen minutes later.

"Hiss~"

"This guy brought his entire fortune with him!"

Zhong Ming found more than 700 silver dollars, seven silver notes with a face value of 100 silver dollars, and a dozen or so other silver dollars on him.

There are seven Qi and Blood Pills left in the bottle, which can be used to replenish Qi and Blood.

Some miscellaneous aphrodisiacs.

And the most valuable martial art: "Azure Sparrow's Three Strikes".

It's also a kind of light-body skill.

"Fortunately, I chose to launch a sneak attack last night; if we had engaged in a direct confrontation, I might not have been able to catch up."

"No wonder the opponent was able to use the momentum of my sneak attack to move away; his lightness skill must have helped him a lot."