Origin Paradise!

Jiang He took two steps back, drew his spear back to his waist, and then raised it high to strike downwards, the dark red luster of the spear tip falling like a crescent moon.

The short man suddenly lowered his body, switching from offense to defense. He turned and dodged from the front side, and when he stood still, he resembled a bow and arrow with full force.

The three-thousand-pound Everlasting Regret Spear cleaved down, its tip striking the ground and creating a crater over a meter in diameter. A dark red slash flew out, easily shattering the water vat in front of it. Its momentum didn't diminish, leaving a completely pierced wound on the wall.

The short man, like an arrow released from a bow, thrust his knife straight out with one hand, standing on one leg, trying his best to unleash his power and true energy.

The blade flashed, carrying an overwhelming force.

At the same time, a blade shadow accompanied him closely, also possessing considerable lethality; it was the Swallow Tail technique from his unique swordplay.

Jiang He forcibly twisted his body, and his ankles, knees and waist all made unusually clear tearing sounds, but his advanced self-healing instantly healed them as before. He held the gun with both hands, and pushed his arms back and forth in turn. The gun tail shattered the blade light, and the gun tip destroyed the blade shadow. With another turn, the silver-white spear was handed out from his waist, as if looking back at the moon.

The short man, relying on his experience, steadily used the blade to parry the powerful blow, and with the force of the impact, used his light footwork to fly backward more than ten steps.

"It seems that you, Lord, are a veteran of the battlefield. Your spear skills are wide and powerful, but your intentions are too obvious. In this respect, you are slightly inferior to that senior who is the third best in the world."

The short man held a long sword, which seemed to bloom like a flower. After several clashes, the swordsman needed to familiarize himself with the weapon again. Moreover, the opponent's spear skills reminded him of a senior who also used a spear. That person was nicknamed Spear King Three. He only had four spear techniques, but he ranked third in the world. He lived in Dangguan City in the canyon of Jianchi Mountain. Although it would take half a day to get from Daming Prefecture to Dangguan City, it was not too far.

Jiang He chuckled upon hearing this.

"Do I need a master to kill you?"

The short man sneered, "Youthful arrogance."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed off the ground and moved forward. He felt as if he had no weight at all. Using a superior lightness skill at the peak of the Grandmaster realm, he was able to climb up the city wall of Daming Prefecture from the ground without any tools or assistance.

The short man moved with ghostly speed. His blade flashed, and he activated the secret technique of a superior martial artist. Dense blade shadows appeared in the courtyard, like dozens of swallows launching a joint attack. One of the swallow blade shadows swept across the ground, leaving a mark about an inch deep.

Ding Ding Ding!

Jiang He brandished his spear, an invisible curtain of spears enveloping his body, a strong wind emanating from him, and the incoming blade shadows shattered one after another, bursting out with dazzling sparks.

The short man landed and thrust forward with all his might. The shattered blade shadows resembled a flock of swallows returning to their nest, causing the true energy surrounding the long sword to become several levels stronger.

Its blade strikes were so fierce, like a battering ram being unleashed, that for the first time in history, the gun barrage defenses were shattered.

The longsword grazed the gun, producing a sharp, piercing scraping sound, and the tip of the blade aimed straight for the target's heart.

clang!

The short man's pupils dilated.

His all-out attack was blocked by the suddenly rising, jagged armor. Its dark red appearance made the enemy look like a blood-soaked demon.

Jiang He moved as if rowing, tucking the gun's buttock to his side with his left arm, while his right hand gripped the gun shaft and thrust forward to slash.

The short man hurriedly sheathed his sword to defend himself, but in his haste, he had no strength left. The heavy spear shattered the long sword and severed his right arm at the root, spraying blood and turning flesh and bone into mush.

The short man's face was contorted with rage. He clenched his left fist and forcefully stepped forward to strike the enemy's face. His powerful true energy was released rapidly, its light as large as a human head. This was the Great Millstone Fist, a common but difficult-to-master martial art in the military.

Jiang He swung the spear out, instantly shattering the fist's light. The spear struck the opponent's shoulder, and his left arm vanished instantly, exposing half of his chest cavity, revealing his internal organs clearly.

Jiang He raised his leg and kicked straight down. Unfortunately, his military boots increased the kick penetration damage by 25%, and his black-backed military pants enhanced the leg kinetic energy by 25%. With one kick, he struck the short man's chest, causing his bright red lungs to fly out.

The short man staggered backward, his vision blurred, and then a chilling pressure rose as the spear smashed his head open.

Jiang Heshen's palm print struck the master's heart, and the spider-like limbs on his back extended from his sleeve, piercing through flesh and bones, and rapidly drawing blood from his heart.

[Bloodbath Progress Bar: 66% → 76%]

[Common-grade Blood Poison: Deals 76% additional poison damage]

Chapter 126 Among all fragrances, ambergris is the most expensive.

In the courtyard of a hundred households.

Jiang He then completely decomposed the short man's corpse.

He came from the North City Commandery specifically to kill this guy, but the other guy blocked the finger flick with his sword in the afternoon.

"Yan family."

Jiang He weighed the chances of successfully storming the Yan family at night. As the family of the current Grand Secretary, the Yan family owned 400,000 mu of fertile land in Yizhou, a number that was difficult for ordinary people to measure. There were countless noble families, common people, and warriors who depended on the Yan family. Their enormous power enabled them to win over important officials of the Anbei Governor's Office. A mere centurion was insignificant, yet even a Grandmaster was willing to be driven by them. The Yan family members who spoke one after another in the crowd that afternoon were also Grandmasters.

"The pinnacle of secular power."

"We need to find a top-tier martial artist to scout ahead."

Jiang He cleaned up the scene, turned around and left, returning to the Earl's residence.

If he wanted to wipe out the Yan family, the first person to object would actually be the Prince of Anbei. The connection between the central government and the local government between the court and the governor's office, the main conflict between the Northern Barbarians and Yizhou, and the risks brought about by the collapse of the aristocratic family group all made the situation extremely complicated.

From the perspective of the Prince of Anbei, his main goal is to consolidate his power and position, suppress the four generals, and weaken the influence of the Yan family and the Daming clan. However, this does not mean that he should break the rules, since the Prince of Anbei is one of the biggest beneficiaries of the rules.

"Why should we cooperate with the Northern Barbarians for 400,000 mu of farmland?"

Jiang He descended from the wall and crept into the shadows.

Once the northern barbarians invade the south and Yizhou falls, the Yan family will be the first to suffer losses. Logically speaking, the Yan family should be the most steadfast in the resistance. Moreover, if the border is lost, the chief minister, who is the most powerful person in the court, will also suffer a great impact.

"What the Yan family wants is more important than 400,000 mu of farmland and the prestige of the chief minister, who is an important pillar of the family."

Jiang He frowned inwardly. In this world, there are actually only two things that are more valuable than real money and the pinnacle of power.

"The throne, or the Grandmaster."

"Actions are for the purpose of achieving goals."

"Yizhou has fallen. What will happen next?"

"The prologue, a chaotic world where many people will die."

"And this will help the Yan family achieve their goal."

Jiang He returned to the Marquis's residence. He suspected that his next visit to this world would likely be a copy of a chaotic era of warring states. Rebel armies were rampant in the south, and the Great Qian Dynasty was already showing signs of its twilight years. However, within his six-month stay, the country was not yet on the verge of collapse.

"Uncle."

As we passed through the gate, the gatekeepers and servants greeted us respectfully.

Jiang He arrived at the front yard. To his left and behind was the South Study, which was used for office work and receiving guests. After passing through the second gate, he entered the main courtyard. To his right and due east was the main house.

In the courtyard, more than thirty pretty maids were cleaning everywhere. The Earl's mansion was newly established and had many chores to do, so there was a lively scene of beautiful women. Among them, two maids were particularly outstanding in appearance. One was plump and beautiful, and the other was petite and charming. They were obviously specially prepared and were no less beautiful than the ladies of the royal mansion. As for the ladies of the royal mansion, unless they had a beauty that was as beautiful as a queen, their appearance was by no means the most important factor.

“Come here, all of you,” Jiang He said.

Upon hearing this, the maids put down their work and gathered in front of the man, each with her own unique beauty and charm.

"Lord, you are truly a hero..."

"Palm mouth."

"Ouch..."

The maid who interrupted the master of the mansion was dragged away by two servants and punished.

The maids fell silent, terrified.

"Now, those with other identities, please step forward."

Zhuang Ya's golden vertical pupils swept across the entire room, and as his voice fell, the body temperatures of several maids rose abnormally.

The little white snake pointed with its tail.

Jiang He glanced at them one by one, and the two with outstanding appearances were among them.

"I will be hosting a banquet at the largest restaurant in Daming Prefecture tomorrow at noon. You are welcome to come if you are interested."

Most of the maids were confused, but the voluptuous beauty and the petite maid understood that the Earl was talking to the people behind them. The fact that he hadn't sent a formal invitation beforehand indicated that the banquet was an informal exchange.

Jiang He waved goodbye and left, only to run into Steward Wu, who was carrying silver notes.

“Lord, these are 24,000 silver notes from Daqian Money Shop.”

"How many?"

Seeing the slight change in the Earl's expression, Steward Wu quickly explained that among all incense, ambergris is the most expensive, with a market value of no less than a hundred thousand per tael, while the second-grade is still fifty or sixty thousand. It is a forbidden item in the barbarians and is extremely rare in the world.

One or two ounces of ambergris can fetch a thousand taels of silver.

The Whale Song Revolver can produce more than 100 grams and 3 ounces.

"My lord, you may not know this, but this ambergris is the essence of a giant sea beast. It contains abundant pure water essence, which is extremely effective for Qi practitioners to enter a meditative state and calm their minds. It is in high demand and short supply."

Jiang He took the silver notes, a total of twenty-four. Daqian Silver Shop was established by the imperial court, with its main base in the capital and the south. This income exceeded his expectations. Regardless of whether Steward Wu had embezzled any money, it would not prevent the next sale. As long as the matter was settled.

Jiang He took out another piece of ambergris weighing about three ounces, which was secreted precisely at six o'clock in the evening.

"Ah this..."

"Sell it tomorrow."

Butler Wu quickly agreed.

……

Jiang He turned around, went out, and got into the carriage. This time, they were heading to the night market.

Inside the carriage, Zhuang Ya transformed from her white snake form into a human, dressed in white, barefoot, with flowing black hair and a delicate face.

Seeing this, Jiang He pondered for a moment, then gathered her hair into a bun and secured it with a piece of long knife she had picked up.

Zhuang Ya remained like a puppet throughout, neither resisting nor showing interest, her two little hands quietly resting on her knees.

"Can vertical pupils be hidden?"

"can."

The driver was a royal guard specifically responsible for the family's travels, and he remained silent throughout the journey.

Daming Prefecture had a population of one million, and merchants lined the streets. Exiting the Zhuque Gate and crossing the Longjin Bridge, food stalls were everywhere. The mottled bloodstains on the execution platform at the night market entrance had no impact on this prosperity, and pedestrians thronged the streets.

The alley leading to the night market is called Jieshen Alley. It was a place where gold, silver, and silk were traded. The shops and buildings were magnificent and ornate, with spacious facades, giving the whole area a solemn and imposing appearance.

Jiang He led Zhuang Ya inside, and her crimson robe allowed them to pass through without hindrance. They quickly exchanged one thousand taels of silver.

Can you lift it?

"good."

Zhuang Ya held a box that looked like it contained ashes, filled with silver. The shop thoughtfully provided scissors specifically for cutting the silver.

The two stepped into the crowd and were met by a group of martial arts practitioners dressed in white robes, with swords and crowns.

Jiang He knew the identities of this group of people. They were disciples of Haojian Sect, a first-class sect in Qingzhou. Most of them were low-grade martial artists, led by a few elders who were mid-grade martial artists. Although Haojian Sect's number one young person was outstanding, he was not considered top-tier. It was said that he had opened up all ten meridians.

In the martial arts world today, there are four sacred martial arts sites above the first-class level.

Among the younger generation, only those young leaders from the sacred martial arts lands—the Great Snow Mountain beyond the Great Wall, the Imperial Palace in the capital, the Five Dou Dao Palace, and the Demonic Sect's Deer-Cutting Mountain—can be hailed as the chosen ones of heaven, and without exception, they are all at the mid-grade perfect realm.

Based on past experience, the four prodigies are usually the final contenders in the Jianchi Mountain Sword Tournament. The winner will receive several Southern Persimmons, which will enable them to achieve enlightenment and break through their cultivation bottleneck, thus truly joining the ranks of grandmasters and becoming famous throughout the world.

Chapter 127 Night Market

The night market was brightly lit.

Compared to someone else's myriad thoughts, Zhuang Ya was more interested in food.

Passing by the falconry house where falconers are caught and sold, the rich aroma of meat wafts through the air. Barbecue stalls and jerky stalls are vying to sell their wares, offering a wide variety of chickens, ducks, fish, and geese.

"What's this."

"Oh, young lady, look! This is sugar, mung bean, licorice, and iced water. It's good for clearing heat and reducing internal fire. It's nine coins a bowl. Once you've finished it, just leave the bowl here."

The stall owner was rather enthusiastic. Beside this exceptionally beautiful young girl, the young man's crimson robe was strikingly conspicuous. Official robes had strict hierarchical rules, and the consequences of overstepping them were severe.

"Two bowls, please."

Zhuang Ya cut off a corner of silver, picked up the bowl, and brought it to someone's lips.

"Big snake, drink it."

Jiang He took the bowl, her gaze still fixed on the black-clad group in the distance. The group consisted entirely of disciples of the Demonic Sect. Although the Demonic Sect was disliked by everyone because its leader was a Grandmaster, it was not in a position of being universally attacked. The leader of the group was an Elder Du Nan wearing a red crown, accompanied by a young man with a bare upper body.

"It's like all sorts of demons and monsters have come."

The Demonic Sect has two Holy Sons, Yin and Yang, with no gender requirement. Both cultivate the Spring and Autumn Yin-Yang Great Compassion Technique and will then fight to the death after becoming high-ranking martial artists. The winner will greatly increase their power and have a significant impact on the Yin and Yang factions within the Demonic Sect.

As if sensing the attention, Yin Shengzi looked up and turned around.

On the roof of a restaurant, a young man in a Taoist robe walked down with a gentle smile, his arms outstretched like wings, displaying superb lightness skills.

The second disciple of the Grandmaster of the Five Dou Dao Palace, known in the martial arts world as Dao Maniac, leaped off the rooftop, his hands surging with white light—the direct descendant of the Dao Palace's thunder magic.