The strongest warrior of the Great Qian Dynasty

Li Qingshan's fingers flew across the paper, and soon a thin booklet and several silver notes appeared in his hand.

There weren't many silver notes, only a hundred taels.

But what surprised Li Qingshan was the book "Great Sun Fist" in his hand!

Upon closer inspection, Li Qingshan noticed its extraordinary nature.

"I never imagined that this fist technique could also allow one to draw upon their own yang energy to break through cultivation levels. It's just a pity that its limitations are too great; at most, one can only cultivate it to the peak of internal energy!"

Li Qingshan couldn't help but feel a little emotional. If he hadn't obtained the "Nine Revolutions Return to Origin Technique," he probably would have also practiced this so-called "Great Sun Fist Technique."

It's possible that this fist technique was spread out by Miss Xiao Ruoxue, who wanted the guards and servants to practice it.

The person in the Marquis's mansion who is most lacking in yang energy is this eldest daughter, and the Pure World Sect who may be hiding in the shadows.

Unfortunately, neither Li Qingshan nor the servants he usually interacted with had ever seen the so-called "Great Sun Fist Technique".

Is there some hidden game being played by other people involved?

Li Qingshan casually glanced through the boxing manual and memorized most of its contents.

"This fist technique should be around the fourth rank, but unfortunately, its content is somewhat incomplete, and it even contains the predicament of being consumed by Yang Fire after breaking through to the True Qi Realm!"

Li Qingshan, having made his final judgment, casually tossed the boxing manual aside.

Although he cannot cultivate, there is still a servant in this Shuiyun Pavilion.

This servant is still useful for now, so we need to prepare him properly.

Before long, as Li Qingshan was breathing, he heard the sound of wheels rolling and two people's footsteps coming from outside the courtyard.

And there was a stench coming from the outside, like a latrine that had been rotting for dozens of days.

Li Qingshan frowned as he looked at Wu Ziming, and then welcomed in an elderly man with white hair.

The other person was wearing yellowish-brown clothes, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that they had been soaked in some kind of liquid.

Li Qingshan subtly took a half-step back to avoid getting tainted by something strange.

"Shopkeeper, this is my plan. Have Brother Liu hide this guy's body in a bucket used for storing night soil, and then secretly transport it out of the city without anyone noticing."

Add to that the strong odor from the night-blooming jasmine barrel, and it naturally masks the stench of blood!

While reporting, Wu Ziming helped the so-called Brother Liu lift the corpse and throw it into the chamber pot.

Afterwards, he didn't feel disgusted and, after dealing with the body, he followed Brother Liu to clean up the outhouse in the backyard.

In an instant, a stench assaulted the senses, enveloping the entire Shuiyun Pavilion.

Although Li Qingshan was slightly disgusted, he kept his eyes on Wu Ziming and this so-called Brother Liu.

However, this night-runner had no cultivation whatsoever; all he possessed was silence and dullness.

It was as if he had seen far too many people use this method to dispose of corpses.

Not long after.

The night-blooming jasmine that "accidentally" spilled onto the ground washed away the stench of blood from the entire courtyard.

Wu Ziming was exhausted and covered in sweat, but he didn't dare to wipe the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, which was stained with night-scented perfume, looking exactly like a monkey that had been driven to desperation.

"Alright, Brother Liu, just handle it the way things are done in the underworld, that's all."

In the end, Wu Ziming welcomed this so-called Brother Liu out and let him disappear into the vast night.

"Interesting. I never imagined that such rules existed beneath Lin'an City, and that there were people capable of disposing of corpses like these!"

Li Qingshan watched the departing sanitation worker with a touch of emotion.

In his imagination, Wu Ziming might think of digging a pit to bury people or using powder that could destroy corpses.

However, both of these have significant drawbacks. If someone with ulterior motives were to investigate, the traces left by the powder or the fresh soil dug to bury people would attract attention.

At that time, Li Qingshan will have to flee for his life.

As for Wu Ziming, he will probably become a prisoner by then.

"Your plan is good, but that latrine cleaner is a problem."

Li Qingshan pointed at Wu Ziming, but didn't say anything more. Instead, he tossed the book "Great Sun Fist" to Wu Ziming.

"This item is a gift to you. If you have the aptitude, you can practice it and perhaps become a peak expert in internal energy."

After saying that, Li Qingshan ignored Wu Ziming and went straight to his room.

There was nothing we could do; although the night-blooming jasmine in the yard had been cleaned up, there was still a faint, lingering odor.

Li Qingshan was a king of soldiers in his previous life, so he naturally possessed endurance beyond that of ordinary people. However, there was no need to torture himself like that now.

Wu Ziming's face lit up with ecstasy. He held the boxing manual in his hands, his face flushed, and his whole body trembled slightly.

What Li Qingshan considered trash was an unparalleled martial arts manual in Wu Ziming's eyes.

"Thank you, shopkeeper! Thank you, shopkeeper!!"

Wu Ziming prostrated himself completely, frantically kowtowing to Li Qingshan.

He then disregarded his personal hygiene and immediately began studying the boxing manual in the courtyard by the moonlight, practicing the movements with both hands and feet.

……

"Master, there is someone else watching you, but they don't seem to care about Wang Biao's death."

He didn't follow the latrine cleaner; instead, he remained quietly observing us from the bushes to the east.

As a sword spirit, Qianqian had been observing everything around her during the battle.

She not only noticed Wu Ziming watching from a distance, but she could also clearly see the person keeping watch from the tree.

"I wonder which force specifically sent someone to spy on me?"

Li Qingshan pondered as he looked at the large joss paper in front of him.

He didn't want to be burned alive by Yang Fire when he broke through to the True Qi Realm, but he also didn't want to give up the Great Transformation Netherworld Paper in front of him.

"It seems I'll have to visit the young lady a few more times to use her yin energy to neutralize it, at least to achieve a balance between yin and yang within my body before I can attempt to break through to the True Qi Realm!"

Li Qingshan recalled Qianqian's explanation to him and made up his mind.

Moreover, he has now gained the upper hand over the young lady.

why not?

It was dark.

However, the black-robed man on the tree did not have a dark expression; instead, he had a slight smile on his face.

"Interesting, very interesting. The broken sword in Li Qingshan's hand is indeed terrifying, and his stature and age are almost the same as those of the son of the Northern King!"

It seems those rumors might be true. However, if this child could join my cult, he would surely allow my proud power to advance even further!

With that, the man concealed himself and slowly walked into the shadows.

However, his every move seemed to be accompanied by a black gas, making him conceal his form and appear extremely eerie.

"Master, that guy is gone."

But he was completely unaware that Qianqian had seen it all clearly.