Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

Duke Chen Jingde of Liang was enjoying tea in his study.

The walls of the study are covered with calligraphy and paintings by famous artists from all dynasties. In the center hangs a painting with the words "Loyalty and Courage Passed Down Through Generations" personally inscribed by Emperor Taizu. On the long table is a paperweight made of a whole piece of jadeite Pixiu. Even the teacups are made of Yue kiln celadon.

Hearing a loud crash from the front yard, the lid of his teacup tapped against the rim, splashing warm tea onto the back of his hand.

Duke Liang put down his teacup, stood up, straightened his clothes, and strode to the front yard.

The first thing he saw was his own front door, a vermilion door older than himself, lying on the ground split in two. Then he saw the person standing at the door.

He was dressed in a dark blue outfit, carrying a dark blue longsword with the tip hanging at his side, and standing on the threshold of his house.

He took a deep breath to suppress his anger, his voice remaining relatively calm, "General Fu, what do you mean by this?"

"Your son harassed my wife in the street, and when he failed, he colluded with the Imperial Guards to imprison her and my two children in the Ministry of Justice's prison under the pretext of them being spies of the demon race."

Fu Qing raised his knife and pointed it at the Duke of Liang. "I'm here to ask you for someone. Where is your son?"

The Duke of Liang frowned, turned to the steward behind him, and gave him a stern order.

"Go and find that beast right now."

The steward responded and quickly ran out. The Duke of Liang turned to Fu Qing and bowed slightly.

"General Fu, please calm down. This must be a misunderstanding. My son was unaware that they were your family members. I have already sent people to look for them, and once they are found, I will give you an explanation."

He was polite on the surface, but his mind was racing.

He wasn't afraid of Fu Qing; he was afraid of the people behind Fu Qing.

Although the Feng clan only has this one heir left, there are still 100,000 elite troops guarding the border in the north, carrying the Feng clan's banner.

Those old folks have been favored by the Feng family for generations, and deep down they only recognize the Feng family's banner, not the imperial court's orders.

When Feng Changyang died, the 100,000-strong Feng family army in the northern border was disbanded overnight, but only the organization was disbanded; the hearts of the people could not be broken.

The news that the Feng clan still has descendants has probably reached the northern border. If those old guys knew that the only descendant of the Feng clan was bullied by the son of a duke in Jingjing, 100,000 elite troops could march south tomorrow.

Moreover, Fu Qing himself was not someone to be trifled with. He had become a legend after the Southern Expedition, and the emperor had appointed him as the General of Shengjing. He was a rising star, and making an enemy at this time would not benefit the Duke of Liang's mansion in the slightest.

Before long, the steward came running back, his face pale, and whispered a few words in the ear of the Duke of Liang.

The Duke of Liang's expression changed, and the Buddhist prayer beads he was holding stopped in mid-air.

Fu Qing stared at him. "Where is he?"

The Duke of Liang remained silent for a long time before speaking, his voice laced with rage.

"That beast has been sent to the Ministry of Justice prison."

Fu Qing turned and left.

Duke Liang quickly followed, cursing Chen Yulang repeatedly in his mind as they walked.

Although he had dozens of sons, this youngest son was born to him late in life. His birth mother was his most beloved concubine, whom he doted on from a young age, spoiling him and causing him to develop a lot of unruly behavior.

In the past, when men and women were bullied, he would just pay some money and that would be the end of it; he would turn a blind eye and let it pass.

Today he actually offended Fu Qing and even imprisoned him in the Ministry of Justice prison. He is a family member of the Shengjing General!

They are descendants of Feng Changyang!

She is the young mistress of 100,000 elite troops in the Northern Territory!

He knew in his heart that this matter could not be resolved peacefully today, but he had to get his good-for-nothing son out of prison before things became irreversible, not to protect Chen Yulang, but to protect the Duke of Liang's mansion.

...

The Ministry of Justice prison is located in the southwest corner of Jingjing City. The gray stone walls are so high that you can't see inside. At the entrance, there are two stone bixie with their blood-red mouths wide open, holding rusty iron rings in their mouths.

The imperial guards at the gate saw a man in dark blue close-fitting clothes carrying a sword striding towards them from afar, and instinctively tightened their grip on their spears.

When the man got closer, he recognized him: Fu Qing, the general of Shengjing, a ruthless figure on the southern frontier battlefield.

He quickly pulled his spear aside, straightened his back, and said, "Greetings, General!"

"Was a woman with two children locked up here today?" Fu Qing stopped at the door and asked directly without exchanging pleasantries.

The guard hesitated for a moment, then quickly nodded.

"Yes, yes! The deputy commander of the Imperial Guards personally escorted them, saying they are demon spies..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Fu Qing's eyes turn cold, so he quickly swallowed the rest of his words, turned around, and led the way.

"General, please follow me. The woman is locked up alone in the innermost room, while the two children and a... uh, a lion are locked up in the outer room."

The Ministry of Justice prison was pitch black, with only an oil lamp inserted every dozen steps along the wall, illuminating the entire corridor in a dim light.

The cells on both sides held all sorts of prisoners. Some huddled in corners without making a sound, while others leaned against the iron bars, crying out for justice. When the guards walked by, they struck the iron bars hard with their scabbards, and the cries for justice immediately subsided.

Fu Qing followed the guards through several corridors and around countless corners before finally stopping in front of a relatively spacious cell.

Behind the iron fence, two children huddled on a haystack.

Fu Mingxuan's eyes were red from crying, her little face was covered in tears and snot, and her voice was hoarse from crying. She just nestled in her brother's arms and sobbed silently.

Fu Mingdao hugged his sister tightly, patting her back with one hand and clutching a half-finished wooden stick he had picked up from somewhere with the other. There were no tears on his face, and his eyes were fixed on every movement outside the iron fence.

Seeing Fu Qing walk in, his eyes immediately reddened, but he didn't cry. He simply put down the wooden stick in his hand and gently nudged his younger sister in his arms, "Sister, Father is here."

Fu Mingxuan raised her tear-streaked face and saw Fu Qing squatting outside the iron fence. Her lips trembled, and she wanted to cry again, but she couldn't make a sound. She just stretched out her two little arms towards him, "Daddy!"

Leo lay beside the iron fence, his body tightly bound by several iron chains, his mane disheveled from the chains, and traces of the guards' blood still lingering at the corners of his mouth.

Upon seeing Fu Qing, it stood up, its tail thumping weakly on the ground.

"My lord, they want to treat me like a monster. I told them I'm your mount, but they don't believe me."

Fu Qing gripped the lock on the iron fence, twisted it forcefully with his five fingers, and the copper lock shattered with a crack.

He pushed open the barred gate and entered the cell, then knelt down and hugged the two children. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Daddy's here."

Fu Mingxuan finally burst into tears, her small body trembling violently in his arms. She clutched his clothes with her little hands and sobbed as she asked where her mother had gone.

Fu Mingdao buried his face in Fu Qing's chest, trembling several times before finally speaking in a muffled voice.

"Why hasn't Mother come back yet?"

Fu Qing patted his back, signaling the guards to take his child out first, then pointed to the Leo constellation.

"This is my mount, not a demonic beast. Untie the chains."

The guard opened his mouth as if to say something, but swallowed his words after seeing Fu Qing crush the copper lock with one hand.

He carefully untied the chains on Leo's body and made a gesture of invitation.

Leo shook his mane, which was disheveled from being bound by chains, lowered his head, and gently nudged Fu Mingxuan's face with his nose, saying in a muffled voice,

"Don't cry, I'm going to bite those bastards to death right now."

Fu Qing strode along the corridor. The cell at the very back was an iron cell specially used by the Ministry of Justice to imprison serious criminals. The iron door was more than twice as thick as the bars of the outer cell, and the small window on the door could only be opened from the outside.

He had just reached the end of the corridor when he heard a muffled thud and a man's scream coming from inside the iron gate.