Glancing around the courtyard, Chu Xun slowly exhaled a breath.
Looking again in the direction of Zhangnan County, his eyes instantly beca much sharper.
"The Song family has also gathered enough heads."
He took a step and walked towards Zhangnan County.
With a single stride, he actually walked dozens of ters away.
It wasn't that his stride was too large, but rather the ground beneath his feet moved forward like a living creature.
Rather than saying he was walking, it was more like it was actively sending him there.
The Earth Elent Spell was not yet complete, but under the blessing of his Foundation Establishnt cultivation, within a range of dozens of ters, it had already achieved the effect of shrinking the ground to an inch.
Not long after, Chu Xun arrived at the Zhangnan county town.
The crude wooden city gates were already closed, and faint snoring sounds ca from behind them.
Chu Xun had no intention of knocking the city gates open. He walked to the crude wall built with dirt clods next to it and reached out to press against it.
Imdiately, his whole person was like a fish blending into water, actually passing straight through the wall.
After standing firm inside the city, Chu Xun looked back at the wall with no trace of damage and sighed slightly: "This is the so-called Wall-Piercing Spell, right?"
Limited control of the soil of heaven and earth; placed in the Qi Condensation stage, it could not achieve such an effect.
Speaking only of mortal walls, the entire world was now free for Chu Xun to enter and exit at will, unstoppable.
Slightly lanting the power of Foundation Establishnt, Chu Xun looked up at the sky.
With a thought, a moderate rain quickly began to fall within a thousand zhang.
Although not fierce, it hit the roof tiles with a clattering sound, waking many people from their dreams.
"It was perfectly fine, why did it suddenly start raining?"
The sleepy-eyed commoners closed their windows tightly one after another, isolating the rainwater.
Yet they did not know that on the late-night streets, an aged figure was walking slowly forward.
The rainwater, with him as the center, continuously moved forward.
With the windows closed, the rainwater couldn't get in, and the sound was also mostly muffled.
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Song Jingmin's martial arts talent was very high, and he was also very ambitious.
He was very clear that in this life, he would inevitably be promoted to a Rank 1 martial artist.
If he encountered an opportunity, breaking through the limits of Rank 1 and reaching the realm of an Innate Grandmaster was not without a chance.
Therefore, he had always paid great attention to his family's bloodline. Whether it was his own or his sons' wives and concubines, they all had to possess a martial arts foundation and talent.
Even when recruiting sons-in-law, it was the sa, and they had to marry into the family.
After snatching the Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall from the Cao family, the Song family had developed rapidly over these years.
Hundreds of disciples were a force that even the county yan did not dare to underestimate.
Not to ntion that Song Jingmin himself had already been promoted to Rank 2. Such an expert, even if dozens of those yan runners and constables in the county yan attacked together, they couldn't beat him.
Now the Song family residence had been expanded to a vastness of five mu of land.
In the county town, such a residence was the only one of its kind.
As for the imperial court's so-called "three rooms and five fras" regulation, Song Jingmin just built an extra wall for the houses in the courtyard, and considered it dealt with.
Who dared to manage it?
The reputation of the Song family mbers could make children not dare to cry at night.
From top to bottom in the family, they ran amok and tyrannized the county.
If ordinary commoners took one extra look at them, they might be severely beaten.
If they knew whose family had good things, they would brazenly go to their door to demand them.
Euphemistically calling it "borrowing," but they didn't even have an IOU.
If you dared to demand it back, who knows, the next day the person might be gone.
It could be said that from top to bottom in the Song family, there was no one whose hands were not stained with murder cases.
They were even more detestable than those nobles that the founding Emperor Taizu had beheaded back then!
Such local bullies caused the old County Magistrate Li Zhaoming to be scolded terribly as well.
The commoners wished he would quickly retire and return to his hotown, and be replaced by soone who could eradicate the Song family.
Back when Lord Tang and Lord Zheng were the County Magistrates, the Song family didn't dare to be this arrogant!
At this ti in the Song family residence, the night was deep and quiet.
Those who should be sleeping were all asleep; only Song Yuantu was still throwing punches in the courtyard.
Without using any internal force, relying only on the wind of his punches, he produced bursts of explosive sounds.
He was Song Jingmin's youngest son, a natural good seedling for practicing martial arts.
Various precious dicinal soups and tonics were stuffed into him as if his life depended on it.
Now only fifteen years old, he was already a Rank 4 martial artist.
Overflowing with natural talent, he was much stronger than Song Jingmin.
Barring any accidents, he could at least reach Rank 1, and the probability of becoming an Innate Grandmaster was also extrely high.
Precisely because of his high talent, coupled with the influence he received since childhood, he looked down on everyone under the heavens.
Especially ordinary commoners, in his eyes, they were no different from livestock.
They were all cattle and sheep raised by the Song family; if you could provide value, they would raise you for two more days.
If you had no value, you would be slaughtered for at.
Every ti his rank was promoted, he would kidnap a young and strong commoner to test his punches.
The reason was very simple: no matter how good a wooden dummy was, it was not as real as punches hitting flesh and blood splattering.
Those commoners were all beaten to death alive by him, without exception.
At such a young age, no less than seven or eight people had already died by his hands.
His body full of muscles bulged as if about to burst open.
On his face that still showed a bit of immaturity, hung a pair of extrely gloomy eyes.
Hah——
He threw another punch, completely disregarding that the old and young in the family all needed to rest.
However, as the punch was thrown, a drop of water fell from the sky.
Song Yuantu looked up, only to see rainwater continuously falling, covering the entire courtyard in the blink of an eye.
He was slightly astonished. The moon was not covered by dark clouds and still hung in midair, why did it suddenly start raining?
Just as he was about to retract his fist, Song Yuantu suddenly seed to sense sothing and abruptly turned around.
He saw a figure pass through the enclosing wall, walking out like a ghost.
Although his vision was partially obscured by the rainwater, by the moonlight, he still saw clearly that it was an old man with completely white hair and beard.
The sky full of rainwater fell, hitting the walls, falling to the ground, and smashing against the roof tiles and branches with a crackling sound.
Only on the old man's body, there was not a single trace of water.
Under the moonlight, those eyes hidden beneath white eyebrows were as bright as the blazing sun.
Not only were they bright, but they also carried an incomparably clear killing intent!
A killing intent accumulated for a full forty-eight years!
Song Yuantu had also killed people, and had even wrestled with tigers and leopards.
But no matter how fierce the wild beasts were, they only made him feel his blood run cold, rather than like now, where his whole body couldn't help but tremble.
It was as if the old man in front of him was a hundred tis, a thousand tis fiercer than tigers and leopards.
Ah——
He gritted his teeth fiercely and shouted out loud with all his strength, using this to break through the suppression of the aura.
Retracting his fists to his waist, he planted his feet firmly on the ground, his gaze like a dragon, and asked in a deep voice:
"Who—are you!?"
Chu Xun looked at the young man in front of him, seeing his courage and vitality that surpassed ordinary people.
That kind of vigorous vitality, like a towering giant tree in its youth, made one sigh in admiration.
"What is your relationship to Song Jingmin?" Chu Xun asked in return.
An extre sense of terror suddenly arose in Song Yuantu's heart. He didn't know why, but this question made him feel like he was facing death directly.
He knew he shouldn't answer.
But the arrogance in his heart, the overbearingness cultivated over these years, or rather, his rampant nature, made him unable to tolerate not even daring to answer a single question.
"I am his son," Song Yuantu said through gritted teeth.
"So you are Song Jingmin's most genius son." Chu Xun nodded slightly.
Just as Song Yuantu was about to ask him what his purpose was in coming here, he heard words that made his whole body emit cold air.
"Then if you die, Song Jingmin should be quite sad."
[End of Chapter]
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