If you don't bring disaster to the world, what kind of henchman are you to be?

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Outside, a fierce wind howled, lightning flashed and thunder roared; the dark clouds that had been hanging over the place for several days were finally about to unleash a torrential downpour.

Guo Zhendong stood coldly at the door, his gaze fixed on the person in the seat. After a few flashes of cold light, he finally saw the person's face clearly.

Best wishes for your success!

"You..." His voice choked.

Zhu Qing stared at him coldly, her face expressionless: "Guo Zhendong, I have no grudge against you, why did you betray me?"

He wasn't stupid. The fact that the Five Poisons Gang assassins were blocking his way meant they had clearly received accurate intelligence that he was out on a case.

Of all the people in the entire Northern Garrison Command, apart from the subordinates he had taken with him, only Guo Zhendong knew what case Zhu Qing had gone to handle today.

The answer is obvious.

So after killing the group of assassins, he rushed into the capital without stopping, just to catch Guo Zhendong off guard and leave him no time to react.

Fortunately, he had always kept the Disheng Pearl that Xu Ran had given him, just in case.

After killing the gang of thieves, he immediately took the medicine, which cured all the poison in his body.

Otherwise, he would probably have died from the poison before even reaching the capital.

Faced with his cold questioning, the latter understood that there was no point in making excuses now.

His eyes gradually turned dangerous as he said, "Xiao Qi, I don't understand what you mean..."

As he spoke, his hand subtly reached for the long sword at his waist, but just as he was about to strike, a foul gust of wind suddenly swept in front of him!

broken!

He had a bad feeling. In the blink of an eye, he had no time to react. He had barely managed to pull out his knife when a cold blade was already pressed against his neck.

Zhu Qing stood in front of him, moving so fast that he didn't even see how she moved.

It was only then that Guo Zhendong realized that his seventh brother, who had once needed his guidance to grow up, had now far surpassed him.

Even though he is now seriously injured, he is still no match for him.

Thus, Guo Zhendong, as if resigned to his fate, threw down the long knife in his hand and let out a long sigh.

"Xiao Qi, I had no choice but to do this."

"If I didn't target you, Yang Ting wouldn't have let me go."

Zhu Qing's gaze was cold as she said, "Continue."

With his life in Zhu Qing's hands, Guo Zhendong dared not hold back and had to tell her everything: "Now you are Xu Gonggong's favorite, stealing Yang Ting's thunder, so naturally he resents you."

"But he has a case against him now and can't deal with you personally, so he's threatening me to find an opportunity to get rid of you."

"There's nothing I can do. He has something on me. If I don't listen to him, he can not only remove me from my position as a centurion, but also throw me into prison."

"If I can do that, he can get me a Xuan-level martial art and give me three hundred-year-old blood ginseng roots."

"You're really going to listen to him for something so trivial?"

"This is all?"

Guo Zhendong looked helpless upon hearing this and sighed deeply.

"Xiao Qi, you should understand that people like us, who come from humble backgrounds, don't have many resources for cultivation. How many times in a lifetime can we encounter an opportunity like this?"

"Now that you have Eunuch Xu backing you up, you don't need to care about these things, but I can't."

His words were a mixture of truth and falsehood, and Zhu Qing would not choose to believe them completely, but there was one thing he was certain of.

Faced with enough benefits, no one can stick to their bottom line.

Guo Zhendong came from a similar background to himself. Although he held the position of deputy centurion, he did not enjoy much real benefit except for the prestige he received.

He had very few resources for cultivating martial arts, so the conditions offered by Yang Ting were already tempting enough for him.

"Xiao Qi, Yang Ting forced me to deal with you. If I don't comply, I'll lose my life. Everyone looks out for themselves. Can you understand the difficulties of being an older brother?"

Zhu Qing nodded slightly, and Guo Zhendong breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Before he could even feel happy, Zhu Qing's long knife had already cleanly and decisively sliced ​​across his neck.

Blood splattered all over the ground, leaving only a blank stare on the head, the light in its eyes quickly fading.

"Those who betray me shall not be spared, no matter who they are or what their reasons are." Zhu Qing's eyes were cold as he drew his sword and stepped forward.

Moments later, all seven members of Guo Zhendong's family were killed.

……

Huichun Pharmacy, in the backyard room.

The room was brightly lit, as bright as day. Amidst a pile of books, Duanmu Yun sat quietly by the window, engrossed in a book on traditional Chinese medicine.

At one point, her hand holding the pen suddenly stopped, and her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly.

dong dong~

Then, a few soft knocks sounded on the door.

Duanmu Yun immediately put down her pen, got up and went to the door. After opening it, she saw a tall and upright figure standing outside.

The night was dark, and although the person's appearance was not clearly visible, his aura still revealed who he was.

"Zhu Baihu?"

Duanmu Yun looked at Zhu Qing from head to toe with a surprised expression.

His entire body was covered in wounds of varying depths, and his official robe was soaked in blood, a sight that made one's scalp crawl.

"it's me."

"Senior Duanmu, please heal my wounds."

Zhu Qing's voice was weak, and her body swayed slightly.

After a series of battles outside the city, and after settling Qi Yunfei and the others, he rushed to the capital and killed Guo Zhendong.

He hadn't rested for a moment during this time. Even though the Disheng Pearl had healed his internal injuries, the external wounds all over his body had left him at his limit, and his breath was extremely weak.

Duanmu Yun quickly helped Zhu Qing into the house, and then went to the pharmacy to get a lot of ointments for external injuries.

With her medical expertise at her side, Zhu Qing finally relaxed completely and let her do as she pleased with her body.

After a full half hour, the hot water had been changed four times and a large roll of gauze had been used, Zhu Qing's injuries were finally treated and bandaged.

He slowly opened his eyes, a hint of weariness flashing between his brows.

"The wounds on your body, were they inflicted by the Five Poisons Sect?"

Beside her, Duanmu Yun washed her hands in a basin of water, her voice neither hurried nor slow.

Zhu Qing nodded: "That's right, it was done by the Five Poisons Sect."

"Did you offend them?"

"As an official of the imperial court, I am inherently at odds with them." Zhu Qing gently put on the clean inner garment beside him.

Duanmu Yun wiped her hands with a handkerchief and asked again, "Who gave you the Disheng Pearl you were consuming?"

Zhu Qing looked slightly surprised upon hearing this. He had never mentioned this matter to Duanmu Yun before, so she must have noticed it when she was healing him earlier.

He immediately made no attempt to hide anything and truthfully replied, "It was a gift from Eunuch Xu in the palace. I am very grateful for his miraculous healing medicine; otherwise, I would have been trapped outside tonight."

"So you consider him a benefactor to you?"

Hearing Duanmu Yun's seemingly nonsensical remark, Zhu Qing keenly realized that there seemed to be an underlying meaning in her words, and then frowned and asked, "Senior Duanmu, what do you mean by that?"

She sighed helplessly, "You are still young. This Disheng Pearl is both a life-saving medicine and a deadly scourge."