The Thousand-faced Martial Soul possessed the Soul Technique, Thousand-Faced Illusion Body.
When this Soul Technique was used, one could completely transform into the appearance of another person they had seen. Not only would their face beco identical, but even their clothes, voice, and even aura could be perfectly imitated!
Its only drawback was that the transformation was limited by one's level and continuously consud Primordial Power.
For example, with Ma Zhiyong's strength as a seventh-level Martial Artist, he could only transform into Martial Artists at or below the seventh level. He couldn't imitate the aura of a Martial Artist of a higher level than himself, which would easily give him away.
Ma Zhiyong used this Soul Technique to beco Qu Yuanhang for over a month, brazenly swindling people in plain sight without being discovered. This alone was a testant to how powerful the Soul Technique was.
After devouring this Martial Soul, Chu Qingyun cut off Ma Zhiyong's head and took everything on his person that could prove his identity.
As for the puppet, Chu Qingyun was extra cautious. He took it to a secluded place and stored it in his Storage Ring. It was better to be safe than sorry. His strength was too low right now; he absolutely could not let his Storage Ring be exposed.
After dealing with Ma Zhiyong, Chu Qingyun and Tie Mingyuan woke Yan up.
When she first awoke, Yan was on the verge of a breakdown. Tie Mingyuan comforted her for over an hour before she finally cald down a little.
Upon questioning her, Chu Qingyun was speechless to discover that all of the dozen or so missing girls had been imprisoned by Ma Zhiyong in a secret room within the Town Mayor's Mansion.
The people he had been searching for for three days, and Tie Mingyuan for over a month, had been right under their feet the entire ti...
They worked through the night to rescue the dozen or so girls and notify their families. Word spread like wildfire, inadvertently rousing the entire San Yang Town. The commotion lasted for half the night before things gradually quieted down.
Thanks to Tie Mingyuan's diligent explanations, Chu Qingyun's na was cleared of the false "Flower Thief" accusation. The families who got their daughters back were endlessly grateful, thanking him profusely.
To avoid any further trouble, Chu Qingyun left San Yang Town early the next morning and headed for Fla City.
There were still five days until the deadline for the second stage's mission, so Chu Qingyun wasn't in as much of a hurry as he was on his way there. He traveled at a leisurely pace.
Ma Zhiyong had been a seventh-level Martial Artist, his body far stronger than an ordinary person's. His head wouldn't rot in five days—it wouldn't even rot in ten or fifteen.
Traveling at a relaxed pace, Chu Qingyun took another three days to return to Fla City.
According to the Great Xia Dragon Guards' regulations, during the assessnt period, the Examiners were not allowed to have contact with outsiders. So, after returning to Fla City, he went directly to the City Lord's Mansion to turn in his mission.
After arriving at the City Lord's Mansion, Chu Qingyun discovered that quite a few Examiners had already completed their missions and were waiting here for the third stage of the assessnt.
With a casual glance, Chu Qingyun noticed that those who had completed their missions all looked more or less pleased, though he didn't know why.
'It's just passing the second stage, what's there to be so happy about?'
Carrying Ma Zhiyong's head, Chu Qingyun walked toward the place where the Mission Scrolls were distributed.
Along the way, he vaguely overheard the surrounding Examiners excitedly discussing things like mission levels and Military rits.
He stopped to listen for a mont and finally understood.
It turned out that all of their missions were actually selected from the internal missions issued by the Great Xia Dragon Guards to be used for the assessnt.
Therefore, upon completion, they could also receive corresponding Military rits.
Since they hadn't yet beco official Great Xia Dragon Guards, any Military rits they earned had to be used up. To that end, the Great Xia Dragon Guards had brought along cultivation resources, Spiritual dicines, weapons, and other items specifically for them to exchange.
Upon learning this, Chu Qingyun also felt a surge of joy and understood why everyone looked so happy.
'Cultivation resources are what I need most right now,' Chu Qingyun thought. 'I wonder how many rits this Ma Zhiyong mission is worth. A mission this complex shouldn't be worthless, right…'
Although the target of this mission was simple, just a seventh-level Martial Artist.
However, finding Ma Zhiyong was by no ans an easy task. In fact, if not for the Martial Soul Hall's ddling, which had inadvertently helped him, Chu Qingyun might have really fallen at Ma Zhiyong's hands.
"Chu Qingyun! How is he back!?"
"That brat actually isn't dead!?"
As he was walking, Chu Qingyun's ears twitched. He suddenly heard two gasps of surprise. Turning his head, he saw it was none other than the Zhao Family's Zhao's Three Heroes.
A sharp glint flashed in Chu Qingyun's eyes. Others might not have understood their aning, but Chu Qingyun certainly did. They were surprised that the two people from the Martial Soul Hall hadn't killed him.
Chu Qingyun deliberately changed his path, veering to walk right between them. "You three, lower your heads and make way."
The three Zhao brothers' faces turned pale with anger, but there was nothing they could do. They had made a bet before. They couldn't go back on their word in front of the Great Xia Dragon Guards and all the genius Martial Artists of Lianshan County, or else the Zhao Family would lose all face.
Left with no choice, they could only grit their teeth and once again lower their heads to let him pass.
'What a terrible humiliation!'
They were all young, hot-blooded Martial Artists. It was common for them to draw their blades over a single disagreent. Yet the three of them were being forced to bow their heads and make way for Chu Qingyun again and again…
As he passed the three of them, Chu Qingyun lowered his voice and sneered, "You're very surprised to see alive, aren't you? Don't worry. During the third stage, we'll have plenty of ti to play."
The conflict between Chu Qingyun and the three Zhao brothers—their earlier obstruction when he went to the Cao Family to collect a debt, and then their mockery and provocation during the first stage—had all been within Chu Qingyun's bounds of tolerance.
But now that they had sent people after him with the intent to kill, things were different.
I won't harm those who don't harm , but if they dare to harm , I will retaliate!
Since they had developed killing intent, they should be prepared to be killed in return!
"Hmph, you think we're afraid of you? Just you wait, brat. We've already pooled all three of our Military rits and exchanged them for two drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid for Feng. Feng is a seventh-level Martial Artist now. You're in for it in the third stage!"
Zhao Yunhao glared at Chu Qingyun and said threateningly.
However, all he got in return was Chu Qingyun's contemptuous sneer.
'A seventh-level Martial Artist? Just three days ago, I killed two eighth-level Martial Artists, and it was an instant kill! Once the third stage of the assessnt begins, if I need to, I'll definitely use the Thundercloud Sword. At that point, a seventh-level Martial Artist will be nothing!'
"Sir, I'm here to turn in my mission."
Chu Qingyun couldn't be bothered with them any longer. He walked straight past and placed the Mission Scroll and the box containing Ma Zhiyong's head on the table.
Zhao Hanfeng sneered, "What do you guys think? How many Military rits is that brat's mission worth?"
"A mission that even a Fifth-level Martial Artist could complete must be the lousiest kind of low-level mission. It'll be lucky to be worth even 20 Military rits!" Zhao Tianjie said with a hint of smugness.
The three of them had been quite lucky, getting high-value missions that they completed successfully. They had managed to scrape together two hundred points, which they exchanged for two drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid.
"Hmm, let see... Huh? Mission 127! *That* mission!"
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