Chapter 213 - 213 Leaving Treasures Behind
213 Leaving Treasures Behind
Hearing the conversation between the two, the young girl’s father finally understood. It turned out to be a rapist who had entered the mansion. Fortunately, he had met Zhao Quan.
The rapist’s words flow like a river as he begged for mercy.
However, Zhao Quan did not care at all. He continued to press forward with a short knife in his hand, moving as fast as lightning.
“Go to hell!” a poisonous dagger shot out from the rapist’s sleeve and headed straight for Zhao Quan’s door.
Zhao Quan hurriedly diverted his attention to block the fierce flying daggers.
At this moment, the rapist jumped ten feet away, and with another leap, he jumped onto the wall.
“This is bad!” after Zhao Quan blocked the flying knife, it was too late for him to give chase.
Moreover, the rapist’s qinggong was very good, and he couldn’t catch up at all.
It happened too late.
The short knife on the ground seemed to have a life of its own as it flew toward the rapist.
It hit the thief right in the crotch.
The flying daggers were extremely fast and powerful. The rapist’s d*ck was cut off by the roots in one fell swoop. Another eunuch had descended.
The rapist screamed in pain and fell of the wall.
Zhao Quan wanted to go outside to check on the situation, but the young girl’s father grabbed his wrist.
“You can’t leave. You killed someone in my house. We have to see the officials tomorrow. It’s not too late to leave after we make things clear.” The young girl’s father could not prove his identity as a rapist, so he could only ask Zhao Quan for help.
Zhao Quan couldn’t get away and couldn’t say a word. Just as he was entangled with her, the girl came out of the room with messy hair and cried.
“Father, please don’t make things difficult for our benefactor.” The young girl saw this and quickly explained the situation.
“I’ll first see if that rapist is still alive, then I’ll go to the Ministry of Justice with Sire tomorrow, okay?” Zhao Quan was still thinking about the reward. It was said to be a thousand taels of gold.
The key was that he wasn’t the one who had killed the rapist just now. He didn’t know who had done it in secret.
The young girl’s father let go, and Zhao Quan quickly ran out. He went around the wall and saw a young man standing next to the corpse, as if waiting for him.
“May I know your name? Did you help to kill the rapist just now?” Zhao Quan didn’t know the other party’s intentions and asked warily.
“He Chuan! If you hadn’t discovered the tracks of the rapist, I’m afraid it would have been very difficult for me to find him.” The man was He Chuan. He had been covering the capital with his divine sense for the past two days, looking for the rapist.
The small-scale fight between the two had attracted He Chuan’s attention. He had heard their conversation and confirmed that the rapist was here.
Just now, in order to punish the rapist, he had directly turned the other party into a eunuch.
“It’s hard to find him?” Zhao Quan was a little dumbfounded. Could it be that the other party had been lying in ambush here all along?
He didn’t know how powerful a saint cultivator was and didn’t even think in that direction.
“You can get a thousand gold coins from the ministry of justice for the corpse. However, your martial arts skills need to be improved.” After He Chuan finished speaking, he had already disappeared.
Zhao Quan was a little dumbfounded. He Chuan was like a ghost from the legends, coming and going without a trace!
He carefully walked up to examine the corpse and suddenly found a book and a pill beside it.
He quickly picked it up and read the “Thirteen Deadly Swords”. After flipping through two pages, he knew that it was not an ordinary item.
Also, this pill gave off a strong medicinal fragrance.
“Thank you, benefactor, for your gift. I, Zhao Quan, will uphold justice in the future and continue to carry forward the martial arts world!” Zhao Quan knelt on the ground. Although he didn’t know who He Chuan was, he was certain that he had left behind the sword manual and the pill.
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The first day of the preliminary selection competition for the martial arts tournament officially began.
Martial arts clands, families, and even some forces that lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests had come here to prepare for the glorious title of number one in the world. Furthermore, everyone could not sit still when they heard that the Xiongnu people were coming with great momentum. Everyone had gathered at the temporary training field in the capital. This was the venue of the martial arts conference.
When they entered the finals, it would be held in the palace. What an honor that would be. The Huashan sect, the Kongtong sect, the Shaolin, Wudang, and the other seven big sects of the martial arts world were here. There were also people from various mountain estates and martial arts families. The martial arts practice field was the size of two football fields, but at this moment, it was crowded and noisy. Qin Yuntian personally led 20000 cavalrymen and galloped across the field to maintain order. He had the various major powers take their seats in order, and the various tribes also cooperated with him.
There were also some meddlesome ministers who came to watch the show. They were dressed in luxurious clothes and had outstanding temperaments. With their tall and cultivated figures, although they looked old, they had the mature and domineering aura of old men. This caused many female swordsmen’s eyes to sparkle. He Chuan, who was sitting in the corner, glanced at the major forces around him. He found that many people had met him once. He had seen the eight vassal lords when they were rebelling.
At the same time, he found that almost all the forces had a flag in front of them. For example, the Huashan flag was a sword, the Kongtong sect’s flag was a Chinese parasol tree, and the Shaolin flag was a mountain. As for the rest of the big families or clands, as long as they were famous in the underworld, they all had their own flags. The entire arena was filled with colorful flags fluttering in the wind. Although they were gaudy, they clearly indicated which force they were from. It was equivalent to a disguised form of publicity.
“Aiya, Master, if we weren’t informed about the flag, I otherwise would have been prepared!” Lia looked at the flags of the various sects and said enviously, “The flag is a kind of totem, a kind of faith. You can just design it according to the totem tomorrow.” He Chuan shook his head. This disciple of his really liked to be serious. So what if he had a flag or not?
It wasn’t like lone wolves in the martial arts world have flags.
“I’ll draw Master on the flag!” Lia said after thinking. “Your Master hasn’t passed away yet. Stop your nonsense!” just as He Chuan was about to knock Lia’s little head, the bell in the hall rang. The sound of the bell was as loud as thunder, but it had a miraculous effect of cleansing the soul, making everyone involuntarily quiet down. “It’s the Spirit Bell!”
Everyone’s heart trembled as they looked up. A group of people walked onto the high platform in the middle of the martial arts practice field. The leader was a middle-aged man. He looked like a pale-faced scholar with deep and bright eyes. He wore a blue eunuch uniform and seemed to be a half-step saint cultivator! Back then, he had taken some kind of spiritual medicine. Not only did he preserve his appearance, he had also broken through to become a ninth-rank grandmaster. He was usually very low-key in the palace and rarely revealed his talents.
Later, He Chuan left Empress Changning a pile of pills and asked her to train more saint cultivators.
This eunuch was on the list! Beside Qin Yuntian, there was an old monk holding a staff. His hair and beard were all white, and he had a kind face. He greeted everyone around him and said, “amitabha.” Everyone hurriedly stood up and returned the greeting with a respectful expression. The middle-aged eunuch and the others also returned the bow, not daring to be the slightest bit slow. This was because the old monk was an eminent monk of Shaolin Temple. It was rumored that his strength was also in the half-step saint cultivator realm. The key was that this old monk did not care about fame and fortune. This time, his main purpose was to help stabilize the situation as Qin Yuntian’s old friend!
The old monk was known as the guide of Shaolin Temple and was respectfully called the Guiding Master! It was because of his guidance that countless disciples had entered the Shaolin Temple.