The tall horse snorted, playfully stomping on the fallen leaves scattered on the ground.
Nearly sixty supervisors and agents from the Eastern and Western Factories simultaneously crushed the dry leaves underfoot as they appeared at each entrance of the Jade Show Manor.
Chen Yi secretly sought out Min Ming to inquire about the background of Jade Show Manor. He learned that today was the loading and unloading day. Determined to catch them red-handed, he patiently waited for an entire day.
The sentence, "What business is it of yours if I bring ard n?!" enraged the Protectors of the manor, but when they saw the imposing group of Brocade-clad guards approaching, they involuntarily stepped back several paces.
Chen Yi unsheathed his blade, pointed at the door of Jade Show Manor, and said:
"The Eastern Factory is investigating a case. No one may obstruct us."
The Protectors tightened their expressions. Ard with spears and staffs, they were montarily unsure of what to do. A massive quantity of Five-Stone Powder was stored inside Jade Show Manor today. If they allowed the Brocade-guard to search the premises, even with the Prince Mansion’s vast influence, Jade Show Manor would face severe consequences.
"My lord, please allow to report first..."
The head of the Protectors, sweating profusely at the sight of the Brocade-clad guards, changed his tone and said.
"If you report first, what would we have left to investigate?"
Chen Yi retorted, pulling on the reins and directing his horse straight toward the entrance, preparing to ride through.
"My lord, you mustn’t!"
The Protector’s leader panicked and imdiately rushed forward with his spear to block the entry.
Then, he heard a cold, chilling voice.
"Anyone who recklessly raises arms against the guards of the Eastern and Western Factories during an investigation shall be executed on the spot."
Chen Yi said icily.
As soon as the words fell, Min Ning unsheathed his blade and slashed forward.
The sudden attack caught the Protector’s leader off guard. With one fierce stroke of "Destroying Wind and Slashing Rain," the hands holding his spear were severed and fell to the ground. The man let out an ear-piercing scream.
The scene instantly erupted into chaos, and outside Jade Show Manor, a fierce battle broke out.
From outside the manor ca the sound of slaughter, and inside the manor, the Feng family father and son could not remain undisturbed.
"The Brocade-guard?! Who’s responsible for bringing the Brocade-guard?! Who dares bring them here to investigate Jade Show Manor?!"
Feng Manor Master angrily demanded.
"Reporting to the master, it’s... it’s that West Factory Thousand Households Chen Yi! He brought Min Ning, along with a group of Brocade-guard, and surrounded the manor!"
The housekeeper replied, trembling.
Feng Manor Master’s face darkened as he paced back and forth in the hall, quickly thinking before giving an order:
"Send soone through the side door imdiately to stop the unloading of goods—make sure it’s halted!"
"But, Master, there’s still a large amount of cargo here in the manor. What should we do? Should we sink it into the lake?"
"Even if we sink it, they’ll fish it out. We cannot let them find any of it! Gather everyone together. My son and I will fight them ourselves, to the death if necessary!"
Feng Manor Master roared, grabbing his weapon and heading toward the training yard.
His son, Feng Luo, also wore a grim expression. He unsheathed his sword and followed his father closely.
The wolf dogs barked incessantly in the background.
.........
The Brocade-clad guards from the Eastern and Western Factories had launched a sudden raid. Now they advanced through Jade Show Manor with unstoppable ferocity, cutting down many of the Protectors in their path.
Chen Yi thrust his blade into the chest of a Protector. With a powerful wrench, he pulled the blade out and turned, realizing they had already fought their way to the training yard.
By the pavilion edging the training yard, the poets and scholars who often gathered to drink wine and write odes to chivalry now cringed beneath their tables, watching one bloody scene after another unfold before their eyes.
Another Protector, holding a spear, charged at him from the side, yelling loudly. Chen Yi stood firm and didn’t move an inch.
Thinking he had an opening, the Protector thrust forward, only for the gleaming Brocade Spring Blade to flash before him, devoid of hesitation.
Min Ning severed both of the man’s hands, knocking him to the ground. The tip of the blade plunged downward, piercing through his throat.
Chen Yi glanced at the severed hands on the ground and asked:
"Why is it that you always cut off hands?"
"...learning from you."
Min Ning replied, catching his breath in a low voice.
The slash that killed the Ghost General in Huaisui Village’s ancestral temple had clearly left a profound impression on this martial arts genius.
Chen Yi chuckled lightly and said:
"Don’t imitate the surface; learn the essence. Like you said: ’A slash with purpose, Destroying Wind and Slashing Rain.’"
Min Ning glared at him and said:
"You’re not allowed to mock !"
Chen Yi was about to respond when two figures—one armored and ard with a spear, the other sword in hand—charged toward the training yard with unstoppable montum.
It was the Feng father and son duo—Feng Ying and Feng Manor Master. Known as "Sixteen Spears of the Fort Gate," their nas were well-known in Jianghu for their Sixth Rank mastery. Their spear techniques were renowned for their speed and power, with legends of a spear shattering a three-inch-thick wall.
Their son, Feng Luo, had trained outside under the tutelage of the mysterious granny from Xique Pavilion. The pavilion, a secretive organization cultivated by Empress Dowager An, boasted experts of Fifth Rank and even the occasional Third Rank Grandmaster among its ranks. Its agents all revered the granny as their spiritual mother.
Spotting Chen Yi, Feng Ying’s expression turned fierce. He was the first to charge, wielding his spear with explosive energy, his movents tearing through the air.
Faced with the incoming spear strike, Chen Yi did not retreat. Instead, stepping forward, he raised his blade to confront it head-on.
Min Ning felt no concern seeing this seemingly suicidal move. Having already bested the Ghost General, what were re n in comparison?
She adjusted her blade and turned toward Feng Luo, thoughts of Chen Yi’s strike against the Ghost occupying her mind as she focused and gathered energy into her Dantian.
Chen Yi faced Feng Ying, while Min Ning engaged Feng Luo. The four clashed in fierce pairs.
The ferocious spear strike ca down upon Chen Yi, who stood his ground. With his blade, he perford his "Destroying Wind and Slashing Rain" move, eting the spear’s edge head-on.
Bam!
At the instant weapon t weapon, Feng Ying revealed a pleased expression. His thrust, full of force and capable of splitting mountains, would surely overpower a re Brocade Spring Blade. Spears were the king of weapons, naturally superior to sword blades.
But in the next breath, Feng Ying’s face stiffened in shock.
Trendous force transmitted through the blade, bending the sturdy redwood spear shaft. A faint crack spread along its middle—it seed the blade almost severed the spear entirely.
The spear shaft shuddered violently. Blood burst from Feng Ying’s tiger’s mouth, and he stumbled back several paces, attempting to ensure his spear wasn’t lost—but Chen Yi pressed forward.
Seeing this, Feng Ying let out a shout to bolster his resolve. He sent another fierce thrust forward, aiming to force Chen Yi back.
To his surprise, Chen Yi turned deftly, angling his blade to deflect the strike. As Feng Ying tried to transition his strike into a lift, Chen Yi was already within range. He raised his free hand and delivered a thunderous punch directly to Feng Ying’s face!
Using the Cangshan Fist, Feng Ying’s head snapped backward as blood splattered from his nose. Staggering, he lost footing, and Chen Yi followed up with a knee blow that toppled him instantly.
Brocade-clad guards and Jade Show Manor Protectors alike were astonished by the sight.
Feng Manor Master, a Sixth Rank expert who was but a step away from the Imperial Astronomical Institute’s records, had been defeated so easily in re exchanges!
On the other side, Feng Luo witnessed this and let out a scream, montarily distracted.
Min Ning seized the opportunity, advancing swiftly to pin his sword, delivering a fierce kick to his wrist that disard him imdiately. Raising the spine of her blade, she struck his face, dazing him before he collapsed to the ground.
The Feng father and son duo had both been subdued, and the battle at Jade Show Manor neared its inevitable conclusion, with overwhelming dominance.
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