Wang Family Villa.
Wang Qian rubbed his hands together, pacing back and forth inside the hall, his anxiety clearly visible on his face.
"Don’t worry." Qinggu was sitting cross-legged on a mat, looking calm as he spoke slowly:
"Although the one nad Fang has so skills, he is by no ans a match for three ’Second Blood’ experts. Moreover, today we strategized with the enemy in the open and us in the shadows."
"It will surely succeed."
"Yes, yes." Wang Qian nodded repeatedly:
"By the timing, they should have already taken action."
"Hmm," said Qinggu:
"Once we obtain the porcelain-making technique from Square Porcelain, and with the White Lotus Sect’s support behind the scenes, Wang Family Porcelain should be able to sell throughout Zhaonan Prefecture, and imnse wealth is just around the corner."
"Think of the days ahead, Brother Wang should be pleased!"
"Indeed." Wang Qian’s face lit up with joy at the beautiful vision described by the other:
"Daoist, you might not be familiar with ceramics. The porcelain-making technique from Square Porcelain is extrely impressive, perfectly complenting the glaze of our Wang family."
"The combination is simply perfect."
"By then, the finest ceramics in the world will surely have the Wang family na!"
This was also the reason he consistently targeted Fang Zheng.
It was not only for wealth, but also for the honor of world-renowned ceramics. If Wang Family Porcelain could flourish under his leadership, he would spare no expense.
Including murder!
"Really?"
Qinggu indeed did not understand, his eyes flickering:
"Compared to the porcelain-making technique, I’m more curious about the hidden weapon that Huang Su ntioned, capable of penetrating a zombie’s flesh in one strike."
"Even a ’Three Blood’ martial artist might not withstand it!"
"Yes." Wang Qian said:
"You get the hidden weapon, I want the porcelain formula, both achieving our goals."
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a crashing sound ca from the outer door direction. The two looked toward the sound and saw Hu Yu, the Wang family’s devotee, stumbling in, covered in injuries.
"Guard Hu."
Wang Qian quickly approached:
"What happened?"
"Master!" Hu Yu gasped for breath, saying:
"The one nad Fang was prepared in advance. It was a trap; the master of Pan She Martial Arts Hall, Du Sheng, with a group of people, set an ambush for us early on."
"Ah!" Wang Qian was shocked:
"A trap?"
"Where is Huang Su?" Before he could inquire further, Qinggu, who was sitting on the mat, suddenly changed his face:
"How did you escape?"
"Du Sheng’s wounds weren’t fully healed, which gave a lucky escape, but unfortunately, old Zhou wasn’t as lucky." Hu Yu’s voice was filled with relief:
"Huang Su and I parted ways on the road; he should be arriving soon."
"Nonsense!" Qinggu suddenly shouted in anger:
"Huang Su’s ’body technique’ is better than yours. If you can return, how could he not?"
"There must have been sothing wrong when you escaped, and he slipped away in secret... This is bad! The one nad Fang has probably already brought people here."
"Buzz..."
Before he could finish, a deep whistling sound suddenly ca from the sky.
Like a gale rising in a canyon, the sound wasn’t loud, yet it carried a heart-shaking power.
Arrows!
One by one, arrows appeared in the night sky, densely packed like a torrential rain, whistling down towards the illuminated courtyard ahead.
"Thud!"
The window sash was pierced through.
"Crash..."
The vase was smashed to pieces by an arrow.
"Ah!"
Screams erupted as the servants and maids in the courtyard were hit by arrows, and they fell to the ground, imdiately shot to death by a barrage of arrows.
"Colluding with the White Lotus Sect and associating with the Cyan Wolf Gang remnants, sentenced by law to death!"
"Kill!"
The shout was thunderous as more than ten governntal officials led a group of strong n from Pan She Martial Arts Hall into the courtyard, paving the way with arrows, killing indiscriminately, regardless of gender.
In the blink of an eye, the Wang Family Villa beca a slaughterhouse.
The person at the front, wearing soft armor and wielding a sword, was the first to rush into the hall, his eyes lighting up imdiately:
"Wang Qian!"
"Wang family indeed colluded with the White Lotus Sect behind closed doors. You court death!"
"No..." Wang Qian looked panicked, just about to explain when Chief Luo, standing next to him, stepped forward and swung his saber, beheading him.
"What is there to say for such traitors and rebels?"
"Master!"
Hu Yu roared:
"I’ll fight you to the death!"
This person was indeed valiant, but faced with a group of skilled martial governntal officials, he could only hold on for a few breaths before being hacked to death on the spot.
At the back of the crowd.
Seeing the bodies scattered across the courtyard, Fang Zheng couldn’t help frowning slightly:
"Was this necessary?"
Killing the mastermind was one thing, but this villa had many maids and servants who might not have been aware of the plan. Why kill them all?
Moreover, the situation should be assessed, and so should be taken alive.
The governntal office’s thods were unexpectedly ruthless?
"The act must be final." Du Sheng spoke:
"Once the Wang family is involved with the White Lotus Sect, just wait for extermination. A century-old business will naturally attract many coveting eyes."
"Chief Luo..."
"Probably had this plan for a while."
Fang Zheng was first stunned, then understood.
Just like the Wang family coveted his porcelain-making skills, perhaps soone also had their eyes on the Wang family’s wealth, now striking rcilessly.
Maybe initially there wasn’t this idea, but preparations were in place.
Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp; even in modern society, there would be a veneer of compassion to disguise such actions. But here, there was no pretense.
Heh...
Fang Zheng chuckled softly.
It seems he still wasn’t acclimatized to the Otherworld’s environnt.
"Soone escaped through the back door!"
"Eradicate evil completely, pursue them!"
The crowd’s killing intent was at its peak, and upon receiving the order, they pursued. In no ti, the alley behind the villa was drenched in blood, and bodies piled up.
At this mont.
"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, the disciple kneels thrice before the altar in prayer!"
Frenzied and manic voices ca from a nearby rundown temple, with several figures rushing into the night, colliding with the governntal officials.
"Bang!"
"Crack..."
The figures were unard, yet imnsely strong, with skin so tough that ordinary swords and blades couldn’t harm them, instantly turning the tide of the battle.
Several governntal officials died on the spot.
"Divine Strike!"
Chief Luo’s face changed:
"Be careful!"
As he spoke, he charged forward with his saber, covering several ters in a single stride, faster than a galloping horse. The violent power coursed into his saber, aid directly at one of the figures.
"Thud!"
The speed and strength of a ’Three Blood’ martial artist were overwhelming, even for Divine Strike; he cleaved one in two with a single slash.
However, as he was about to continue his attack, two more dark figures lunged from the shadows, the thick corpse qi causing his breath to hitch.
Zombies!
Chief Luo’s eyes narrowed, having no ti to deal with others, he raised his saber to block.
The strength of the zombies was equal to that of a ’Three Blood’ martial artist, and they feared no pain; their corpse qi was the bane of the living.
Even he dared not be careless.
"White Lotus Sect believers, zombies..." Du Sheng’s face was grave:
"We’ve stirred up a hornet’s nest!"
"Whew..."
Taking a deep breath, he rotated his neck and stepped forward:
"Qiaoyun, Young Master Fang, keep an eye on other places. I’ll be back shortly."
"Father!"
Du Qiaoyun looked worried, attempting to follow him, but was pulled back by Fang Zheng, who stood next to her, signaling her to look behind.
"Miss Du, don’t panic."
"Yes."
The voice finally ca from the sedan chair that had followed the group:
"Since we know there are evil forces from the White Lotus Sect at work, how could this Daoist ignore it?"
"Master Du will be fine."
"Crack..."
"Bang!"
With the chanism hidden in the shadows activated, the four doors of the sedan chair scattered, revealing the scene inside, surprisingly a magic altar for Daoist Warlocks to cast spells.
Zhang Mingrui from the Three Purities Temple stood solemnly in front of the altar, wearing a Daoist robe and holding a peach wood sword.
"Young Master Fang."
He lowered his head and spoke calmly:
"Haven’t you always wanted to see this poor Daoist cast spells?"
"Watch carefully!"
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