Dog Brother transmigrates into Lin Pingzhi: The Tai Xuan Scripture suppresses all nations

Lin Zhennan suppressed his surprise and doubt, concealed all his emotions, cupped his hands in greeting to Old Man Sa, and said in a calm and even tone, "This is not the place to talk. If you don't mind, senior, why don't we go to the main hall for a cup of tea and chat slowly?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gestured "please," his gaze subtly sweeping over Old Man Sa and his grandson, the scrutiny in his eyes revealing the composure of a seasoned veteran.

Seeing this, Old Man Sa knew there was no way to avoid it. He exchanged a glance with the girl in green, both of them feeling helpless. He cupped his hands and said, "Then we'll have to trouble Chief Escort Lin."

"You're too kind, senior. Miss Wan'er, this way please. Ping'er, you come here too." Lin Zhennan nodded slightly, turned around and led the way, his steps steady as he headed towards the main hall.

Shi Potian followed behind the girl in green.

Fuwei Escort Agency had been operating in Fuzhou for decades, and its mansion was enormous, with pavilions and towers scattered throughout, and winding corridors. The young woman in green walked along, looking around. The carved beams and painted rafters, the exquisite and grand corridors, made her eyes widen in surprise. She thought to herself: Fuwei Escort Agency is indeed wealthy and powerful, much better than our residence on the mountain.

Just as she was engrossed in watching, Shi Potian's voice slowly sounded behind her, tinged with eagerness: "Miss Wan'er, where did you and your grandfather come from on your way back to your hometown? You must have passed through many places along the way, did you pass through Zhenjiang?"

The girl in green turned around and gave him a cold glance, her tone disdainful: "Why should I tell you where I come from? Zhenjiang is just an ordinary place at the mouth of the canal. Who doesn't pass through here when traveling north or south? Hmph, you've never seen the world."

Shi Potian was not annoyed at being rebuffed; on the contrary, he was secretly pleased and pressed on, "Have you heard of the Chang Le Gang? They have a lot of influence in Zhenjiang City, with countless members. The leader, Doctor Bei, is nicknamed 'Miraculous Healer,' and he is very famous in Jiangnan for his medical and martial arts skills."

The girl in green was taken aback, frowned, and waved her hand impatiently: "Never heard of it. What nonsense is this? It's probably some kind of shady, low-class gang."

Shi Potian had already anticipated this outcome; he had only asked casually. Upon hearing her response, his expectations were dashed, so he pursed his lips and shut his mouth, refusing to ask any further questions.

The group walked forward in silence, and soon the vermilion gate of the main hall came into view.

Lin Zhennan took the lead, and just as he stepped onto the stairs, Shi Potian suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly, let out a low "Eh," looked up at the roof of the front hall, and leaped towards the roof.

Lin Zhennan and Grandpa Sa were both stunned. Before they could react, a figure was thrown from the rooftop, accompanied by a loud, angry shout in a Sichuan accent: "Damn it, who attacked me?!"

Before he could finish speaking, a muffled thud was heard as the man crashed heavily onto the bluestone slab, causing the ground to tremble slightly. He then cried out in pain, twisting his body a few times, but was unable to move, clearly having had his pressure points casually struck by Shi Potian.

The sound of a sword being drawn came from the rooftop. The second uninvited guest was startled by Shi Potian's sharp skills and quickly drew his sword to fight. But before he could even begin his move, Shi Potian's voice came calmly: "Your swordsmanship is not as good as Grandpa Sa's. You are no match for me. Go down now."

This time, the three of them saw it clearly: Shi Potian casually stretched out his left hand, as fast as lightning, and the man's longsword floated lightly into his hand.

With a swift movement of his right hand, he grabbed the other person's neck, sealing the man's Dazhui acupoint with his force, and then slammed him down, landing squarely next to the person in front of him.

This man was tough; he only let out a muffled groan when he landed, then gritted his teeth and endured it, not making another sound.

Shi Potian lightly leaped off the roof with his toes touching the eaves, carrying the captured longsword in his hand, his expression calm.

Seeing this, Lin Zhennan understood immediately. It was someone spying from the rooftop again. He laughed in exasperation and said loudly, "What's going on today? So many friends visiting Fuwei Escort Agency, yet they insist on using the side door on the rooftop instead of the main entrance? Do you perhaps think my Fuwei Escort Agency is too small and unworthy of your status?"

Old Man Sa and his grandson stood aside, their expressions extremely awkward. Coincidentally, two more eavesdroppers were then apprehended, suffering the exact same fate as the previous eavesdroppers.

The two men looked at the ground with disgust, trying to distance themselves from it. On the ground were two young men: one small-headed, clutching a folding fan, lying on the ground looking around furtively, showing no shame whatsoever; the other was dressed in a blue robe, his long face ashen, his eyes vacant, looking utterly dejected, too lazy to even move.

When Old Man Sa saw the two men clearly, he was both surprised and delighted: he was surprised that they were disciples of the Qingcheng Sect, and that they were no ordinary people; he was delighted that with them in front of him, he could slip away unnoticed.

He quickly leaned close to the girl in blue and whispered a few words in her ear before turning away, pretending to be counting ants and acting as if it were none of his business.

Shi Potian was already a bit angry because he had seen someone spying on him, so he unconsciously used a little too much force when he hit them, and the two unlucky guys fell quite hard. Seeing them groaning and looking extremely disheveled, he went over and helped them up one by one.

Fortunately, the two had practiced martial arts for many years and were physically strong. Although they fell hard, they did not break any bones or tendons and could barely stand. However, their bodies trembled slightly and their faces were completely drained of color.

As soon as the sneaky-looking man stood up, his gaze was fixed on Shi Potian, scrutinizing him from head to toe, his eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

Just now on the roof, he was peering at Lin Zhennan cautiously, trying to find out the true strength of the escort agency. But suddenly everything went dark, and a figure appeared before him like a ghost, moving with terrifying speed, without even making a sound.

He didn't even have a chance to draw his sword and make a move before his neck was gripped by a tremendous force that made it hard for him to breathe. Then, like a kite with a broken string, he was thrown down from the air!

From beginning to end, he didn't even see his opponent's moves or martial arts style clearly, and he was completely subdued before he could even parry half a move.

A complete and utter crushing defeat!

Who exactly is this person?

It took him a long while to recover from his shock. He coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment and panic. His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, and when he saw Old Man Sa, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly looked away, not daring to linger.

He then cupped his hands to Lin Zhennan, forcing a respectful demeanor: "Greetings, Chief Escort Lin. I am Fang Renzhi from the Qingcheng Sect, here on the orders of my master, with my junior brother, to return the greetings to you. This is my junior brother, Yu Renhao, one of the Four Heroes of Qingcheng."

"The Four Beauties of Qingcheng!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhennan was startled and immediately looked at Yu Renhao. However, upon seeing the other person's appearance, his surprise turned into deep disappointment.

At this moment, Yu Renhao was several times more disheveled than Fang Renzhi. His blue robe was covered in dust, a conspicuous red mark appeared on his forehead, he was in so much pain that he was bent over and could not straighten his back, and his face was as white as paper, completely devoid of color.

Yu Renhao, one of the Four Heroes of Qingcheng, has always been arrogant and self-important. He believes that the Qingcheng sword technique is exquisite and that there are few rivals among the younger generation. He has never suffered such humiliation.

Just now on the rooftop, he had just noticed his senior brother being attacked and raised his hand to draw his sword to come to his aid. But before he could even touch the hem of the other's clothes, his wrist was violently jolted away, the sword instantly slipped from his hand, and the next second he was grabbed by the neck and thrown off the roof like a chick.

One move! Despite being prepared, he was still humiliated by a single move!

He's a hundred times more shameful than his senior!

In the instant I fell from the roof, anger, resentment, and grievance surged into my heart; there is no greater sorrow than the despair of losing one's heart.

If Shi Potian hadn't helped him up, he would have preferred to lie there and never get up again.