“Prince Qian, please calm your anger. We searched the Qian Manor solely due to a case of demonic collusion. Everything was based on evidence and conducted according to the rules.”
“Rules? In my youth, this old man campaigned across the realm for the dynasty, establishing illustrious military merits.
Here, I am the rule!
Everyone who entered the Qian Manor—especially that scholar who killed my son—I will surely make them pay in blood!”
“But...”
“Scram! Mere ants dare to block my path?”
Below the inn, several of the subordinates Qin Heng had brought were instantly sent flying from the shockwave.
Such was a martial expert who had trained for over forty years; a single shout alone was enough to shock ordinary people straight to death!
Hearing the noise, Qin Heng hurriedly leaped down from the window and solemnly cupped his fists toward Qian Wuhao:
“This junior is Qin Heng, the one who led the team to search the Qian Manor that night.
However, I beg Prince Qian to clearly distinguish the truth behind this misunderstanding.
First, Qian Wenyao was not killed by Young Master Chen, but was used as a scapegoat by a demon during the battle.
Second, it is confirmed that after Prince Qian departed, the Qian Manor indeed colluded with demons; otherwise, I would never have brought men to seal the Qian Manor...”
“So it was you?
Then I shall kill you first, and then hack that scholar into ten thousand pieces!”
However, without another word, Qian Wuhao had no intention whatsoever of giving Qin Heng any opportunity to explain.
He raised both fists, his nine-chi-tall frame radiating an overwhelming pressure akin to facing a towering mountain.
“Not good!”
Qin Heng’s expression shifted abruptly. Lightning surged across his arms as he used all his strength to guard in front of himself.
Bang!
Even so, his body was still blasted backward.
He even bounced two or three times across the ground, unable to dissipate the terrifying residual force.
Fortunately, Chen Ning flashed forward just in time and caught Qin Heng.
“Many thanks, Young Master Chen.”
Qin Heng staggered and barely managed to stand.
“That is... Worlds Apart in a Single Step!”
Off to the side, Murong Yu was instantly shocked.
Three days ago, when he took action to test Chen Ning, Chen Ning clearly had not yet mastered this Confucian technique.
How had only three days passed, yet Chen Ning was already able to use Worlds Apart in a Single Step?
Moreover, the speed and distance with which he executed the Confucian technique seemed to far surpass his own!
“You are...”
Qian Wuhao locked his gaze onto Chen Ning, frowning slightly.
Having fought and slaughtered on the battlefield for decades, Qian Wuhao’s eyes could already see straight through the surface of a human body to perceive the inner structure within.
This lad clearly used a Confucian technique, but Chen Ning's bones, sinews, and physique left Qian Wuhao somewhat puzzled.
How did this look anything like the body of a Confucian Cultivator?
It was completely indistinguishable from a martial fighter thoroughly tempered through countless battles!
Chen Ning smiled faintly:
“I am merely a humble scholar who came to the capital for the imperial examinations.”
“A scholar?”
Qian Wuhao’s eyes opened slightly, fury instantly flaring within them.
“So you are the scholar who killed my son.
To think that without me having to search for you, you would deliver yourself right to my door to seek death.
Since that is the case, I will send you on your way!”
The aura around Qian Wuhao surged abruptly.
It was completely different from that of an ordinary martial artist.
On his person, blade intent, killing intent, bloodthirsty intent...
Tempered by decades of battlefield slaughter, the martial artist’s qi that should have been invisible on Qian Wuhao now carried a faint, metallic stench of blood.
Near the inn, ordinary mortals and practitioners alike shrank back in terror the moment they felt this aura.
Several people with weaker dispositions were even frightened straight into fainting.
“Young Master Chen’s opponent this time seems a bit tough to deal with.”
Beside the inn window, a big yellow dog was actually speaking in human tongue.
It was none other than Wang Cai.
Wang Cai had originally planned to arrive in the Imperial Capital at the same time as the carriage.
However, because it encountered several beautiful women along the way, it couldn't resist playing the simp and lingering for a few extra days.
“But rest assured, Miss. Compared to your celestial beauty, any woman would pale in comparison.
Miss, long time no see!”
Overjoyed, Wang Cai pounced eagerly toward Qing Yan.
Yet, just as it leaped into midair, Qing Yan caught it by the scruff of its neck.
“This dress was a gift from the Young Master. If you get it dirty, tonight's meal will feature extra dog meat.”
“Don't, don't, don't! Even though I'm a handsome fellow among dogs, my meat really doesn't taste good...”
Terrified, Wang Cai shook its canine head repeatedly.
“The window is so high; I can't even see the Young Master from this angle...”
Qing Yan sighed.
Right at that moment, looking at Wang Cai beside her, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck her.
“Wang Cai, I might have something I need you for.”
“Please speak, Miss! As long as I can be of help to you, I would not shrink even from ten thousand deaths!”
Wang Cai was so moved that tears almost flowed, never expecting that one day Miss would actually rely on it.
Qing Yan narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly and smiled sweetly:
“Then I'll trouble you to stand underneath and serve as my footstool.”
With that, Qing Yan stepped directly onto Wang Cai.
Looking down from this height, the view was vastly better than before.
“So Miss just wanted to use me as a stepping stone!”
Wang Cai felt its heart breaking into pieces.
In terms of looks and wisdom among dogs, where did it fall short compared to that bastard scholar?
Why did Miss have eyes only for that scholar!
Qing Yan shot it a cold glance:
“Don't fidget. I still want to watch the Young Master's heroic figure.”
“Yes... Miss.”
Wang Cai suddenly felt that Miss's body was as light as a feather, and her jade feet were slender, soft, and tender.
Being stepped on underfoot, far from being as uncomfortable as imagined, actually seemed... unexpectedly rather comfortable?
Oh no, it seemed to have awakened some bizarre trait.
Wang Cai wagged its tail. “Miss, please be sure to step on me a little longer!”
Qing Yan: “???”
...
Below the inn.
Chen Ning looked back at Murong Yu with a smile:
“Didn't you debate with me before, arguing that physical constitution is of no great use to a Confucian?
Today, I shall use practical action to convince you that for a Confucian, cultivating the physical body can also be a form of cultivation.”
Over the past few days, Murong Yu had often visited the inn to debate the Confucian Dao with Chen Ning.
Their views mostly aligned, and they enjoyed pleasant conversations.
However, they disagreed solely on whether a Confucian should cultivate the body.
Murong Yu believed that cultivating the physique held no real value for a Confucian; only by mastering Confucian techniques to their utmost limit could one attain the ultimate Dao.
Chen Ning’s view was the exact opposite.
“Using me for your Confucian Dao debate? You two certainly have nerve!”
Qian Wuhao flew into a rage, blood-colored veins spreading through his eyes as dense killing intent enveloped his entire body.
He had only one thing left to do now.
“Kill!”
“An old man well up in years carrying around such heavy killing intent all the time can't be good for your health.”
Even as Chen Ning spoke, blood and qi surged through his body, blazing like the rising sun.
Two figures flashed in an instant, their fists colliding in midair.
Boom!
Air currents erupted and shattered in all directions.
“What immense strength!”
At this moment, a flash of utter astonishment suddenly shot through Qian Wuhao’s eyes!
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