Chapter Thirty-One: Take Action

  In the quiet courtyard, as a bodyguard moved over a chair, Shiwen Long sat down with a broad axe, his icy gaze slowly sweeping around, coldly saying: "I give you two minutes, if no one stands up to admit it within two minutes, the consequences, I've already told you."

  Cold-blooded, overbearing, arrogant.

  As if he were the master of everything here, Shiwen Long suddenly took out a piece of chicken blood stone and played with it carelessly in his hand.

  Yao Tianxiao walked out of one of the rooms with a cane, slowly and lazily. He glanced at Shi Wenyi and the big men he brought with him, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. Shaking his head, he sighed: "A good horse is often ridden by others, a good man is often bullied by others. Has this old man recently offended some evil spirit? Why have all these scoundrels come to my place to cause trouble?"

  Rat gang?

  The stone-patterned dragon's eyes burst out with a terrifying cold light, and even a hint of murderous aura emanated from his body.

  "This old thing has a dirty mouth, give me a slap."

  A young man wearing a martial arts uniform rushed towards Yao Tianxiao with swift steps.

  Yao Tian furrowed his brow and swept his gaze over Shiwen Long's body.

  Killing intent?

  Those who can emit a killing aura must have blood on their hands, and at the very least, they must have slaughtered more than ten people to be able to emit a killing aura.

  So it is!

  This guy hasn't killed a few people!

  Li Dajiang quickly blocked in front of Yao Tianxiao, coldly staring at the rushing young man, and instantly set up the Baguaquan stance.

  "Hey...... Bajiquan? A practitioner's child!"

  The young man stopped in front of Li Dajiang, sneered and suddenly drew his whip.

  Li Daqiang held out his arms and blocked the opponent's fierce kick with a powerful stance.

  The movements of Bajiquan are simple and unadorned, powerful and sudden, like a drawn bow, and explosive as thunder. It has been praised as "Literature has Taiji to bring peace to the world, while martial arts have Bajiquan to stabilize the universe."

  However, under the swift and powerful kick of the young man, Li Dajiang managed to block his opponent's attack, but the massive counterforce still caused him to stumble backwards three or four steps before barely regaining his balance.

  "Give up, you're no match for him."

  Yao Tianxiao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Li Dajiang who was blocking him again, saying calmly.

  Li Dajiang turned his head to look at Yao Tianxiao, feeling the scorching pain in his arms, hesitated for a moment before putting away his stance and slowly walking over to stand beside Yao Tianxiao.

  "What's going on?"

  As Zhang Wei led the boy into the courtyard and saw the tense situation before him, he frowned and asked in a low voice.

  Li Daqiang said indignantly: "He is Shi Wentao's brother, and he has come to avenge his younger brother."

  Zhang Yi led the boy to Li Daqiang's side and curiously asked: "Who is Shiwen Hu?"

  Li Daqiang said: "It's that scar-faced man who came to collect protection fees."

  Zhang Yi pushed the boy to Li Daqiang and said: "Brother Li, help me watch him, I'll deal with these jumping clowns."

  Whoosh!

  A figure flashed past Zhang Yi's side.

  Yao Tianxiao's figure appeared in front of the young man wearing a martial arts uniform, and no one saw how he attacked. The young man in the martial arts uniform spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward.

  Only two seconds.

  Including Shiwen Long, the other six people also flew out and fell to the ground with blood in their mouths.

  "Zhang Yi, break one leg and one arm of each of them."

  When Yao Tianxiao's figure reappeared in its original location, he said calmly.

  Zhang Yi's face stiffened, and he hesitated: "This..."

  Yao Tianxiao let out a cold hum and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Yi, remember what I'm saying today: being kind is not wrong, but you need to have a bottom line. These people all have homicide cases on their hands, and Shi Wentao's brother has at least ten homicide cases, and they are... brutal murders."

  Zhang Yi's body trembled, and a look of anger appeared at the bottom of his eyes.

  Murderer?

  Massacre?

  How can these people be so utterly ruthless and depraved?

  Clasping his fists tightly, Zhang Yi's movements were extremely swift and powerful. His large feet trampled and broke the left legs and left wrists of all seven people.

  "Get out! I advise you all to surrender and plead guilty. Otherwise, from now on, every time I see you, I'll beat you up..."

  Zhang Yi shouted angrily.

  Shiwen Long propped himself up from the ground with one hand, big drops of sweat falling from his forehead, struggling to get up from the ground, his eyes already filled with horror.

  He was completely unaware and was knocked to the ground by a heavy blow.

  He is not a martial artist himself, but the young man in training uniform he brought with him is one, so he still has some understanding of martial artists.

  So!

  He can be sure that the old man is absolutely an ancient martial artist, and his strength is unfathomable.

  "Let's go!"

  Shiwen Long clenched his teeth and endured the pain of his broken legs and arms, leading his subordinates to stumble away.

  Yao Tianxiao's gaze returned from their departing figures, looking at Zhang Yi and saying: "The law is strict and thorough, leaving no loopholes. It's only aimed at ordinary people, but among them are ancient martial artists, so even if they commit murder, the police can't do anything without evidence. From now on, don't mention surrendering again, ancient martial artists naturally have special national departments in control."

  "National Special Department?"

  Zhang Yi's face was full of confusion, and he looked at Yao Tianxiao and asked.

  "Everything is made up of ancient martial artists, and for this organization, try to avoid any intersection with them from now on. Moreover, ancient martial artists rarely expose their true strength in front of ordinary people, otherwise, once chaos erupts, the country will take ruthless measures. Zhang Yi, if you become an ancient martial artist in the future, don't let your kindness control your heart, remember this for me: kill those who should be killed, save those who should be saved. In this world, there is no distinction between good and evil, it's all just a thought away, that's human nature."

  Zhang Yi fell silent.

  Born in New China, grown under the red flag.

  He was educated from an early age to be kind to others, abide by the law and do good deeds with a loving heart.

  Adultery and theft, murder and arson will inevitably be subject to legal sanctions.

  Yao Tianxiao's words, however, severely clashed with Zhang Yi's inner convictions.

  Yao Tianxiao looked at Zhang Yi who was silent and motionless, turned around and left, with a faint sigh lingering in the quiet courtyard.

  "A saintly doctor, a lifetime of kindness, yet calamity strikes, narrowly escaping death and hiding for twenty years; A demonic doctor, killing with medicine, corpses scattered everywhere, ultimately ending up in prison, retreating from the world. What is good? What is evil? Good deeds are rewarded, evil deeds punished, but it's all just a load of nonsense throughout history. The sword in hand doesn't point to heaven or earth, only to one's own heart."

  Directly pointing to the mind?

  Zhang Yi's body shook violently for a moment, the collision of ideas in his heart, and suddenly disappeared. His mind was clear and empty, and a mysterious flavor rushed to his heart.

  The vital energy spring in the lower abdomen is like a big mouth opening, spewing out the vital energy liquid inside. There is no way to transport the vital energy liquid, but it automatically follows the "Hui Chun Jue" route and frantically flows back.

  A wisp of heavenly energy, although extremely scarce in quantity, Zhang Yi still keenly sensed that he could absorb the heavenly energy from the air at this moment and convert it into vital fluid.

  "Huh?"

  His gaze fell on the spot where the Stone Dragon had just sat.

  A piece of chicken blood stone the size of a baby's fist, under the illumination of the rising sun in the east, emits dazzling rays and colors, extremely beautiful.

  He walked over in strides and stretched out his hand to grab the chicken blood stone.

  "Essence?"

  Zhang Yi's complexion changed slightly, and a suction force emanated from his palm, drawing out the spiritual energy contained within the Chicken Blood Stone, which flowed into his body.

  With a sudden movement, Zhang Yi immediately stopped the operation of the life-supporting fluid.

  "Brother Li, can you help give this kid a bath? I have something to attend to."

  Li Dajiang's eyes showed a hint of surprise, but he still nodded: "Don't worry, leave it to me!"

  Zhang Yi passed over a grateful smile and said, "Brother Li, thank you. By the way, help him get cleaned up later and have someone prepare some good food for him, he's probably starving."

  "Good!"

  Holding the Chicken Blood Stone, Zhang Yi rushed into the quiet room with a swift and fierce pace.

  Feeling the dense heavenly and earthly spiritual energy in the quiet room, Zhang Yi quickly sat down on the futon, starting to cultivate the "Return of Spring" route, absorbing the dense heavenly and earthly spiritual energy in the quiet room while frantically extracting the spiritual energy contained within the Chicken Blood Stone.

  The vital energy spring in the dantian, with the continuous influx of spiritual energy, a bright green light emanates from within, and strands of vital energy liquid float out, quickly merging into the circulating vital energy liquid in Zhang Yi's meridians.

  Half an hour later.

  Zhang Wei's body originally had only a small amount of life force liquid, about the size of a ping-pong ball. After half an hour of absorbing and refining spiritual energy, it increased by two times. When he stopped cultivating and withdrew all the life force liquid back into his dantian, it was roughly the size of a goose egg.

  "I really didn't expect that this chicken blood stone would contain such a vast amount of spiritual energy. However, it's strange, who threw this chicken blood stone into the courtyard? Was it those people from just now?"

  Holding the chicken bloodstone that had lost its luster, Zhang Yi casually put it in his pocket and stepped out of the quiet room.

  In an alley outside Lao Wang's tavern.

  The stone-patterned dragon had beads of sweat on its forehead, its eyes radiated a cold light, and its heart was filled with resentment.

  A young man wearing a martial arts uniform sat pale and paralyzed in the corner, his inner shock not yet fully dissipated.

  "Boss, your brother has offended someone we can't afford to mess with this time."

  Shiwen Long clenched his right fist, exuding a fierce aura as he said, "Can't be provoked? Hmph... I, Shiwen Long, have never suffered such a great loss in my life. If I don't avenge this, I swear I won't be human. If I'm not mistaken, that old thing is an ancient martial artist, but what can an ancient martial artist do? Can his speed be faster than a bullet?"

  Young man said with a bitter tone: "Boss, his speed is indeed faster than bullets. Ordinary firearms are no threat to him at all. If I'm not mistaken, his cultivation realm has reached at least the third layer of True Qi External Release Realm. This kind of person, even if you hire a batch of mercenaries from abroad for a high price, can't kill him."

  "What did you say?"

  Shiwen Long's face was filled with shock as he exclaimed.

  The young man nodded heavily and said, "I'm telling you, this kind of person is absolutely an old monster hiding in the shadows. If we mess with him, we can only blame ourselves for being unlucky. If I'm not mistaken, that old guy was once a ruthless killer."

  Shiwen Long's heart skipped a beat, and he asked in a deep voice: "Who said that?"