Origin Paradise!

[Notification: Your Blood Poison has advanced]

[Note: Common-level bonus damage is converted into rare-level base damage]

[Bloodbath Progress Bar: 25%]

[Rare Blood Poison: Deals 25% additional poison damage]

Jiang He finally processed the heart's blood of the strong old man. After the blood poison was upgraded to the rare level, the difficulty of improvement increased. Similarly, the same external water flow would result in a completely different growth rate for a puddle and a pool.

[Bloodbath Progress Bar: 25% → 30%]

……

On the brightly lit streets under the moonlight.

General Chen ran frantically, disregarding everything. His main force was at the Black Great Wall, and now Uncle Guo and his personal guards were all helpless. Only one person could save him.

Jiang He had already caught the other's tail; his speed was far greater than that of a mid-level martial artist.

An elderly dispatcher, trembling and leaning on a cane, suddenly appeared.

“My lord… young hero, we must not cause any more trouble tonight. No matter what happens, General Chen’s crime does not warrant death.”

"Ouch..."

Jiang He showed no respect for the elderly or children, kicking the arrogant old man to the ground before continuing to chase after his prey.

A small, withered sword finger flew out and struck General Chen's calf, causing him to bleed profusely. He gritted his teeth and got up. He didn't want to die; he still had grand ambitions to accomplish. The King of Anbei was getting old, and Yizhou needed a new leader.

Strong self-encouragement allowed General Chen to barely maintain his speed.

“Lord Pingluan, things have come to this point, what’s the point of hiding anything? General Chen’s troops are at the front lines. If he dies, there will inevitably be internal strife. I don’t expect you to turn the tide, but at least you should consider the bigger picture. If you insist on killing him, you’ll have to get over me first!”

A middle-aged man in brocade robes stood in front, his voice strong and clear. The thunderous sounds from the Eastern Military Commander's Mansion had attracted a lot of attention. General Chen came from a prestigious family and was their representative in the Anbei Army. He could not be allowed to die easily.

Jiang He was too lazy to say another word. He used his internal strength to slap the middle-aged man in the brocade robe, breaking his neck. General Chen had broken the rules by launching the assassination attempt. Now he was wearing a mask. As long as the mask was on, he was a young swordsman, not the Duke of Daming Prefecture who quelled the rebellion.

The chase continued until they reached a street of restaurants near the night market, where more and more people were paying attention to the pursuit.

"What is he waiting for?"

In secret, the sect leader Hong Zhou was quite interested, and the elders beside him were equally focused.

"Get ready to make your move."

In a restaurant, Elder Du Nan and Yin Shengzi stood side by side, casting their gazes at each other.

"Grandma Jiu, hurry back and see if that woman is in the manor."

Inside a carriage, the princess's expression changed slightly, and Granny Nine Poisons also sensed something was wrong.

On the crowded street, General Chen was hit by six or seven small withered sword fingers, his body covered in blood. Although his consciousness was already blurred, he still gritted his teeth and persevered to this point, showing remarkable willpower.

"Sister, help me!"

"I'm your brother!"

"I was the one who rescued you from the den of thieves!"

Finally, General Chen knelt on the ground. In front of him was Red Robe Lane. Compared to places like Rouge Pavilion that claimed to be elegant, this place was mostly frequented by middle-aged women, and even the yamen (government office) usually didn't bother to pay attention to them.

After a while, a handsome middle-aged man walked out.

The Lord of Misty Rain held his sword, his face ashen.

"Why don't you just die on the road?!"

Chapter 133 Blood Smoke

Many martial arts practitioners in the crowd whispered.

Although the lady didn't show up, it was just a matter of time before the truth came out; those who needed to know already knew what had happened.

Secretly, Grandmaster Hong Zhou shook his head, turned and left, his face still showing pity for the Prince of Anbei.

In the restaurant, Yin Shengzi looked puzzled.

"Yang, what are you doing in there?"

"You'll find out later," Elder Du Nan chuckled.

Not far away, a carriage quietly departed. The princess lowered the curtain. She had actually expected that Madam Chen of the Prince's Mansion would be so indecent, but she did not expect that the Prince of Anbei would not be able to restrain himself even for a day after leaving.

On the street, General Chen was already on the verge of fainting.

The misty rain pavilion master looked at the masked man in front of him and his mouth twitched slightly. What was the point of wearing this mask?

"I've saved him."

Jiang He scoffed: "Save him with words?"

The crowd burst into laughter, and many of the female warriors couldn't help but chuckle.

"Then what do you want?" the Lord of Misty Rain asked, suppressing his anger. This was his child's uncle; how could he ignore him?

Jiang He calmly said, "If he wants to kill me, I will kill him. There is no room for discussion. From now on, you should think about how to hide and run away. I don't believe that the Prince of Anbei can remain indifferent."

With a snap of his fingers, General Chen, like a piece of rotten wood, rapidly decayed and died.

The Small Withered Sword Finger can detonate the damage of Withered at set intervals.

"Good, good, good!" The Misty Rain Pavilion Master laughed in exasperation, saying "good" three times in a row.

Jiang He removed her mask and approached, whispering, "We'll have a duel to the death in a week. I'll choose the location. Of course, if you're scared, you don't have to come."

"A clumsy attempt to provoke him." The Master of Misty Rain Pavilion scoffed, already determined to make the other party taste the agony of being slowly sliced ​​to death. He knew there was definitely a trap, but as long as it wasn't a Grandmaster or someone from the Northern Barbarian Dragon City, even a thousand troops couldn't stop him. The Misty Rain Steps were even better than the Misty Rain Sword Technique, truly unparalleled in the world.

Jiang He casually tossed a large box aside before turning to leave, leaving his back to the assassin without any precautions – not a rational move.

The misty rain pavilion master cautiously drew his sword and shattered it, nearly a thousand taels of silver scattering all over the ground with a clatter.

"silver!"

"Quick, pick up the silver!"

"Stop right there, all of you!"

The scene was chaotic, with silver coins scattered all over the ground. Grabbing a handful would provide enough for months to live comfortably. As winter approached, many passersby mustered their courage and stepped forward.

……

midnight.

Jiang He returned to the Earl's residence.

Two things can be confirmed.

"First, the Lord of Misty Rain Pavilion values ​​Madam Chen very much. He seems tough, but in reality, he has no intention of fighting me in Red Clothes Alley."

"Secondly, his level of rational thinking is not like that of the leader of the fourth largest organization in the world. Madam Chen is likely a charismatic player who has mastered one or two skills to corrupt the mind."

"Besides, the Prince of Anbei went north alone, leaving me and General Chen behind. Based on his understanding of General Chen, is he implying that I should take action to regain military power? This cannot be concluded for the time being. If that is indeed the case, the fact that no secret letter was sent means that he has lost control of the spies in the mansion. According to the princess, the spies have fallen into the hands of Madam Chen."

Jiang He sat in his bedroom, deep in thought.

He suspected that Madam Chen had another identity, not just a player, but a very powerful one, powerful enough to make the Prince of Anbei wary. As for how to verify it, he would just have to wait and see how Madam Chen's status changed in the next few days. After all, no man could tolerate being labeled like this.

The reason for the suspicion is that, putting herself in Jiang He's shoes, she would never entrust Wu He, who is a source of intelligence, to a woman. At the banquet earlier, the Prince of Anbei did not seem to have lost his mind. Most importantly, the Master of Jubao Tower came out of the palace with his pants up, which was not only not fearless, but completely arrogant.

If everything was orchestrated by the King of Anbei, then he, who did nothing tonight, is the biggest winner.

Not only did he regain control of the military power of over 30,000 elite troops, he was also able to suppress the traitors within the inner quarters.

Even the foreign aid pacification leader, by forcibly killing General Chen, completely eliminated the possibility of establishing another faction within the army.

With General Chen dead, the other generals will likely feel a sense of loss and will probably ease their tensions, returning to their patrons, as they now face a new and formidable enemy.

If the old man who possesses the Dragon Blood Bow doesn't behave, then it's like killing five birds with one stone, making a fortune.

Jiang He's brows furrowed. "But how dare he? Does he really believe I can see through his deception?"

Wuhe lightly pecked at its wings: "Didn't you two eat together before? I just like you."

Jiang He stopped thinking about these trivial matters. After obtaining the bow-type weapon called Dragon Blood, the Everlasting Regret Spear responded with a desire for the first time. Given that the Everlasting Regret Spear had never been arrogant before, he put the spear and bow together, the latter being a rare item.

Within minutes, a deep dragon roar resounded.

The Dragon Blood Bow turned into a pool of blood and bone fragments, which were absorbed by the silver spear.

[Name: Everlasting Hatred Spear]

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Effect ①: Weighing three thousand catties, yet feeling as light as nothing]

[Effect 2: Extremely Durable]

[Effect 3: Enduring Strike of Hatred, increases weight by using the user's hatred]

[Effect 4: Blood Wolf Smoke, increases attack power based on the holder's battlefield blood energy concentration. Once the standard is met, it forms a Blood Wolf Shadow. Each wolf shadow deals damage equal to a full-power spear attack, with 20% converted into piercing damage. Blood energy needs to be replenished. Maximum of three times per day, with a maximum of twelve wolf shadows (currently 4026 = 4 wolf shadows)]

[Note: It only recognizes the person who killed it.]

Jiang He raised the brand-new Everlasting Regret Spear, its silver-white surface now adorned with bright red patterns.

As he gripped the gun and activated it, four blood-red wolf shadows, each as large as an ox, coalesced beside it.

"Firing one shot is equivalent to delivering five shots at the same time."

"The number of Blood Wolf Shadows is related to the number of living beings I have killed."

Jiang He tried to gather all the blood energy and wolf shadows onto the tip of the spear to maximize its power, but failed halfway through.

"It is already a compression of blood and qi. If you want to compress it further, the power of internal force is not enough to control it."

Jiang He temporarily abandoned this idea. Transformation is the standard for a Grandmaster, where light and darkness are perfectly integrated, resulting in a qualitative leap and sublimation. He still has a long way to go in this regard.

"Wuhe, check if there are any similar weapons. Changhen Spear is very interested in Dragon Blood weapons."

"Understood," Wuhe nodded in reply.

……

Meanwhile, outside Red Clothes Alley.

The Lord of Misty Rain carried a woman in palace attire in his arms, moving swiftly through the shadows. She possessed a captivating and enchanting fragrance.

"My lord, please do not seek revenge for my brother. Although I hate that Duke Pingluan, I do not want you to put yourself in danger," Madam Chen said mournfully, her appearance haggard and pitiful.

The Master of Misty Rain laughed heartily, “How could I possibly take a mere junior seriously? Just wait a few more days, there’s no need to worry about him. If you hadn’t been in the alley just now, I might have already taken his head by now.”

"Hmph, you're certainly bold, but when you get injured, it's me who's heartbroken," Madam Chen snorted.

Upon hearing this, the Master of Misty Rain smiled even more broadly.

Chapter 134 The Second Persimmon

Birds flew by in the early morning.

Jiang He left the bedroom and went to the South Study in the outer courtyard.

Outside the window, Madam Chen was returning by carriage on the street.

The Prince's Mansion was right next to the Earl's Mansion, but the distance between their respective backyards was not actually close. The Prince's Mansion had all the necessary facilities, including a study, a school, a martial arts training building, and stables. The so-called garden was a place where horses could run freely. Rather than a mansion, it was more like a palace complex. The Xiaoyong Hall, where banquets were previously held, was usually only for the subordinates of the Anbei Army and foreign guests.

The night had passed, and General Chen's death caused a great uproar. There were noticeably more street vendors outside the Earl's mansion, and various forces paid close attention to this dangerous individual who was prone to sudden violence and killing.

Jiang He lay on the rattan chair in the South Study, silently circulating the Withering and Flourishing Heart Sutra, while swallowing ten Aphid Blood Stones.

Five hours passed quickly, and the third channel was successfully opened.

[Hint: Your energy level +100]

[Energy Value: 1901]

[Hint: Rare Skill Quantity Trait - Wither, deals 6% → 9% additional Wither damage]

The familiar dizziness returned, and Jiang He stopped practicing. Just as the human body gets tired, the mind is not a perpetual motion machine either. Five hours of continuous operation was already his current limit.

As the sun shone high in the sky, the mangroves outside the window seemed to shimmer with golden light. These trees, planted and maintained by the royal family, were quite expensive. Legend has it that whenever snow fell, one could witness the unique spectacle of fire burning in the snow.

A grey falcon flew into the study through the window, landed on the desk, and chattered for a while with Wuhe, who was preening his feathers.