There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

Holding the invitation in his hand, Jiang Mo couldn't help but ponder in silence. He glanced at the gradually darkening sky and figured that no one else would come to visit, so he prepared to instruct his servants to close the door to guests.

Suddenly, Jiang Mo thought of something, and his gaze sharpened.

"what happened?"

Yan Lingji was looking at the ledger, checking which guests had given which gifts, enjoying the satisfaction of having a well-stocked storehouse like a squirrel. But then she saw Jiang Mo rush over, take the ledger, and examine it closely. She immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Nongyu didn't come today, did she?"

Jiang Mo, engrossed in reviewing the ledger records, didn't even look up. The question he posed left Yan Lingji quite puzzled:

"What's she doing here? If anyone should come, it should be Zi Nu..."

"Wait, you mean..."

Subconsciously, Yan Lingji considered Nongyu and Zinu as family, but she realized halfway through her sentence that Jiang Mo was looking for someone else.

"Brother Li didn't come; something must have happened to him."

Jiang Mo rolled up the ledger and gently tapped the heavy bamboo slips against his palm, his expression somewhat solemn.

He kept a low profile and did not deliberately publicize the move.

However, those who were interested still managed to get the news. Not to mention close friends like Han Fei and Zi Nu, even those with vested interests, such as the Mohists and the Qianlong Hall, sent people to visit.

Unfortunately, Li Kai's family didn't come.

It's like everyone's wearing dogwood but one person is missing.

Even those two guys who had been taught a lesson at Zilan Pavilion before, whose names Jiang Mo didn't even know, actually came running over to give gifts.

They were unhappy about not accepting it, as if Jiang Mo would take their lives if he didn't accept their reasoning.

From any perspective, the Li family, who are related to Jiang Mo and have received great favors from him, should be the most enthusiastic in coming to offer their congratulations.

But now, there hasn't been a single sound...

Considering the recent turmoil caused by Han Fei's investigation of the Baiyue people, Jiang Mo realized something and got up to deal with the matter.

"Isn't there a need to be so nervous?"

Yan Lingji also sensed Jiang Mo's unease, but not knowing the whole story, she still felt that Jiang Mo's reaction was a bit excessive: "Perhaps he deliberately chose a different time?"

"Given his condition, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to come and offer congratulations with others, would it?"

"It's different, well, just take it as my gut feeling."

Jiang Mo found it difficult to explain the plot in the original work where Li Kai was captured by the Poison Scorpion Sect, but Yan Lingji did not refute it and accepted the statement quite naturally, and stood up with Jiang Mo.

"Do you need me to come with you? How about we add fuel to the fire in Xinzheng City?"

It has to be said that Yan Lingji's idea is quite absurd.

Yet, it is still very attractive.

After considering the recent situation in Xinzheng City, Jiang Mo shook his head and declined the other party's offer: "No need, I can manage on my own. You stay here and take care of the house..."

"Understood, don't worry. We won't let them get away. They're practically in our grasp, how can we not take them?"

Instantly understanding Jiang Mo's concerns, Yan Lingji cheerfully agreed. Jiang Mo didn't say anything more, turned around and walked into the night, his figure disappearing swiftly like a shadow merging into the darkness.

Outside the Poison Scorpion Sect, a disciple of the Seven Absolutes Hall, clutching his injured arm, was fleeing in a disheveled state.

As long-standing rivals, the blood feud between the Poison Scorpion Sect and the Seven Absolutes Hall is well-documented, and they keep a close eye on each other's movements.

They won't let the slightest sound or movement go unnoticed.

It was only after noticing unusual activity within the Poison Scorpion Sect that this disciple of the Seven Absolutes Hall went beyond his usual area of ​​activity to find out the reason.

Unexpectedly, they were discovered by members of the Poison Scorpion Clan before they could investigate further.

The injury on his arm didn't seem serious, but the blood flowing from the wound was tinged with a dark blue, and a black aura seemed to be faintly visible on the face of this Seven Absolutes Hall disciple.

He was clearly poisoned, and even his steps became unsteady as he fled.

"Found him! He's here!!"

"The people from the Seven Absolutes Hall dare to run wild on the territory of my Poison Scorpion Sect. They have truly gone too far."

"Hmph, break this guy's legs and lock him in the cell for the sect leader to test medicine on. I want to see who can withstand more torture, this guy or the one we captured last night!"

The fierce shouts of pursuit and interception came from all directions, making no attempt to conceal their ruthlessness and viciousness.

Just as the disciple of the Seven Absolutes Hall was about to lean against the wall and fight to the death, a grappling hook suddenly flew out from the dark alley, grabbed his calf, pulled him to the ground, and dragged him into the darkness.

Several more rushed forward, like a pack of hyenas surrounding him, ready to devour him in an instant.

The Seven Absolutes Hall disciple, suffering from the effects of the deadly poison, had collapsed and was unable to get up.

Like a lamb to the slaughter, its struggles are futile, only resulting in its face being splattered with the sewage flowing across the ground.

The nasal cavity was filled with an unbearable stench.

It seemed that his body had begun to decay and rot.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, dispelling the nauseating smell and clearing the minds of the Seven Absolutes Hall disciples.

"Tell Boss Tang that he can cross the bridge after tonight."

When the carefree and cheerful voice reached their ears, the Seven Absolutes Hall disciples were surprised to find that the previously clamoring and mocking Poison Scorpion Sect disciples around them had all fallen silent.

He looked up, somewhat taken aback.

Under the deep darkness of the night, only a slender and tall figure could be seen walking slowly forward with his back to him. The Poison Scorpion Gang members, who were standing there dumbfounded, collapsed like poorly designed statues as the other person walked past.

No one was spared, no one spoke, and it was a rare silence.

Slowly getting up from the ground, the Seven Absolutes Hall disciple was somewhat bewildered as to what had happened, and even couldn't help but wonder if he was experiencing hallucinations due to the deadly poison...

Wait, highly poisonous?

Only after belatedly glancing at the injury on his arm did the disciple realize that the deadly poison that had previously made it impossible for him to move had been temporarily contained and would not spread again in the short term.

He hurriedly turned around, wanting to kneel down and express his gratitude, but the person who had saved him had already vanished into the distance.

Only a wisp of clothing could be seen fluttering in the night wind.

Like fluttering wings.

Even within the magnificent imperial palace, there are ruins and abandoned palaces of the old kingdom; in the bustling city of Xinzheng, there seem to be dark corners where the sun never shines, leaving only decay and stench to fester and spread under the cover of night.

Jiang Mo looked up at the dark, lightless night sky.

Dark clouds obscured the moon and dimmed the stars, as if a chill was about to descend, making one yearn for a torrential downpour to wash away the surrounding filth.

"Who goes there?!"

Jiang Mo had countless ways to sneak in unnoticed, but he simply swaggered towards the Poison Scorpion Sect, which naturally alerted the disciples lingering nearby.

"Just a murderer."

Jiang Mo glanced at the fierce and venomous gazes, but he didn't bother to waste words with them. He simply drew the Reverse Scale Sword from his robes.

A bluish-gray light surged across the sword's blade.

Chapter 43 I'm not here to talk business

"You ignorant brat, how dare you be so arrogant!"

"Just because you have a broken sword, you think you're a chivalrous hero who roams the martial world? That's laughable!"

"Brothers, let's go! Let's take this guy down together!"

Mocking and sarcastic voices came from all directions. The members of the Poison Scorpion Sect, seeing that Jiang Mo dared to come here alone, all thought he had lost his mind.

Despite their constant shouting, no one dared to make a move.

They resembled a pack of wild dogs that only dared to bark and howl.

The difference in their strength was too great; they couldn't sense the aura emanating from Jiang Mo at all, and had no way of assessing the gap in their combat power. Only a certain intuition and instinct kept these bloodthirsty, ruthless individuals from making any rash moves.

The sounds rising and falling seemed more like attempts to embolden themselves than shouts.

This was also an attempt to provoke Jiang Mo into making a move, so as to assess his actual strength.

Jiang Mo, who called himself the "murderer," simply stood there quietly, unmoved by the clamor of the Poison Scorpion Clan members, and even allowed the Poison Scorpion Clan members who had rushed from the surrounding area to surround him.

They seemed genuinely terrified.

As more and more people gathered, their confidence grew, and a kind of ignorance that "no matter how high your martial arts are, you can still kill us all" instigated the Poison Scorpion Clan members to make a move.

"almost."

Jiang Mo, who had been making no move, suddenly spoke, and before the confused Poison Scorpion Sect disciples could figure out what he meant, he raised the Reverse Scale Sword in his hand.

The broken sword, which had been ridiculed as trash, trembled slightly in Jiang Mo's palm.

Immediately afterwards, fragments of bluish-gray broken blades flew out from Jiang Mo's sleeves and embrace, as if drawn by an invisible force, gathering towards the short hilt of the sword in his palm. They were then precisely and perfectly pieced together to form the shape of a three-foot-long green blade.

"what?!"

The transformation, comparable to a magic show, left the Scorpion Sect disciples utterly astonished. With their limited knowledge, they couldn't comprehend what had happened and could only wonder if they were seeing things.

hum~

Unfortunately, Jiang Mo wouldn't give them time to observe and ponder. Amidst the dull sound of sword cries, he dashed out like a gust of wind.

He brandished the Reverse Scale Sword in his hand, sending fragments of the broken blade flying and scattering.

Like a flower that has been in bud for a long time bursting into bloom, or like willow catkins flying freely in the gale, for a moment it seemed that only the storm of the gray-blue broken blade swept away everything around.

Stepping out of the storm, Jiang Mo strolled leisurely as if he were walking in his own backyard.

The Reverse Scale Sword, which was tilted to the side, had once again become just a hilt, but a bluish-gray light still swirled on the blade, using an invisible force to connect and control the scattered fragments of the blade.

As Jiang Mo stepped forward, the sword blades that had swarmed out like bloodthirsty bats to hunt returned to the hilt of his sword like sparrows returning to their nests. With each light footstep, they reformed into the shape of a three-foot-long green blade.

The mottled bloodstains gathered on the blade, slowly flowing as if to fill all the crisscrossing cracks and grooves on the sword.

But in the end, it could only drip to the ground through the crack.

The corpses lay scattered on the ground behind Jiang Mo, their faces still contorted with grotesque expressions, but some had fatal wounds in their throats or hearts.

Trying to stop Jiang Mo with sheer numbers is a joke.

His speed was beyond the reach of ordinary people, and the ability of the Reverse Scale Sword to gather and disperse at will made Jiang Mo's killing moves extremely tricky.