Chapter 302: 263: His Son Was a Fallen Soldier of the 9th Mountain (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

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Chapter 302: Chapter 263: His Son Was a Fallen Soldier of the 9th Mountain (Seeking Monthly Ticket) Two days later, in Jingguan City, it was morning. Several thousand miles away, the common people wailed, demons were fierce, making the world into a living hell, yet this megacity known as Heavenly City was bustling with crowds, noisy and lively. On the Chunjiang River, boats moved back and forth. In the alleys where willows and fireworks clustered, there were already sounds of orioles and music, with guests filling the seats. It seemed that from the outside, nothing about the city had changed, only that there were more people and it was livelier. On the streets, there were many brightly dressed unfamiliar faces. Where there are more people, there will be chaos and order will lose control, causing many weeds to sprout from dark corners. In Northern City, at a tavern named Drunken Immortal Inn, by the window on the second floor, a round-faced somewhat chubby man, bruised on his face and stern, was drinking sullenly. At this moment, a few people came upstairs and approached this figure. “Old Tang.” “Why have you started drinking alone?” “Eh? What happened to you? Your face...” Several familiar brokers saw the injuries on the round-faced man and noticed his lack of spirit. The round-faced man looked up, eyes full of reluctance. “I’ve summoned you today to ask for some information, as you all are well-informed.” Seeing his condition, they sensed that something must have happened. Being brokers in various trades in the city, they were well connected. “What is it?” “I want to ask about the Qingsha Gang that has emerged in Northern City, who are they backed by?” said the round-faced man darkly. “Qingsha Gang? Another new gang?” “Old Tang, did you have a conflict with these people?” The round-faced man clenched his teeth, “My business is peaceful, making money harmoniously; how could I seek trouble? These people took over my Northern City dental business. A long-serving shopkeeper of mine couldn’t accept it and was beaten to death by them, and our workers are being held. I got the news and asked the master of Tianquan Martial Arts Hall to mediate, to approach their base, but... the gang leader of Qingsha Gang is a stranger with Heavenly Barrier Cultivation; I’ve never seen him before.” He didn’t continue, but his expression turned ugly, apparently having suffered greatly. Hearing this, the others twitched their eyelids, Old Tang was a respectable man in Jingguan City, yet he was treated so reprehensibly. Openly killing, a Heavenly Pass expert... The group fell silent and shook their heads, “Seems like a newcomer overstepping bounds.” Then they discussed their news and speculations, “With the defeat of the Mountain-cutting Army, people in Jingguan City have been increasing, causing a shortage of houses, and prices have soared. Just last time, you mentioned lots of mysterious people from Central Plains appeared at your dental business, seemingly with a purpose. Perhaps these are the people targeting your channels.” “The city is becoming more chaotic. I live in West City, where originally the Cao Gang, just a minor troublemaking gang, recently changed their leader to a stranger of unknown strength but with ample financial resources, recruiting aggressively and causing troubles. There have also been several violent incidents elsewhere.” “That’s nothing, yesterday in Shanliu Lane of Southern City, a vendor rushing on his way accidentally bumped into a noble’s sedan and was beheaded on the street by the noble’s attendants! So pitiful, I heard that the constables from the government office were useless, and even the Garrison was alarmed, but the person in the sedan, guess what, blatantly resisted arrest and fled after injuring people,” lamented one person, looking somewhat helpless. “What is the Government Administrative Office doing? Are they unable to control the situation?” “With so many soldiers dead at the front, what do you think? I heard that Commander Pei, who was originally stationed in this city, took those soldiers to the front leaving almost no one here.” “Alas, chaos is brewing. Many are ready to show their fangs. Old Tang, I will help you inquire, but as a brother, I advise you not to provoke these people. If handled poorly, these people could just be the tools of some important figures, solely used for dirty work. If they mark us, for people like us, to put it brutally, just runners trying to make a living, no one cares about our lives.” Several of them actually had Profound Body Cultivation and owned a little property in the city, but under the current circumstances, they also lived gingerly, fearing they might encounter an overly ambitious outsider, from Central Plains or other parts of Shu, and end up suffering a calamity. The round-faced man’s eyes flickered with discontent, and finally he fiercely grabbed the wine glass, took a swig, and was about to slam the glass down when suddenly, a heart-wrenching cry came from outside. Then, just opposite the tavern across the main street in an alley, as a loud crashing sound echoed, they saw a wall of one of the houses collapse thunderously, kicking up clouds of dust. The noise quickly alarmed the nearby people. People looked over in alarm, including the few brokers in the tavern. A few of them looked towards the source of the noise and saw, a hundred meters away, a front door of a compound collapsed along with the surrounding wall. With the collapse, the view became unobstructed. Amidst the flying dust, there were over a dozen burly figures. The man who had been silently drinking just now looked out the window, saw those figures in uniform, and his eyes instantly darkened, his voice almost bursting through his gritted teeth. “It’s the Qingsha Gang!” There appeared a dozen individuals wearing green outfits and black armbands, their presence fierce, stepping over the fallen wall bricks as they entered. After the surrounding wall collapsed, what became visible were floating white curtains, and inside was a main house with a lacquered wooden coffin placed in the hall. An old woman, her face stricken with grief and her hair gray, cried out in horror. She fell to the ground then quickly scrambled up, rubbing her hands together as she cried towards the incoming members of the Qingsha Gang. “Please, don’t demolish it.” “If it’s demolished, my son won’t be able to find his way home.” “Please, I beg you!” However, the leader of the Qingsha Gang, with a sneaky look, his triangular eyes squinting slightly emitting a sinister gleam, his sparse eyebrows messy like two worn brooms across his forehead. He grabbed the elderly woman by the collar, lifted her up fiercely, and took out a deed. “Old thing, real estate is so valuable now, you’ve dirtied this place, it’s worth nothing.” As he spoke, he threw the old woman aside and shouted to his men, “Smash this house down, flatten it, and that coffin too, damn it, it’s been here for too many days.” Upon his command, the members of the Qingsha Gang immediately let out malicious laughter, took up their large hammers, and charged forward, encircling the main house walls and swung their hammers fiercely. Instantly, walls banged and broke, openings fragmented. Dust and tiles were shaken off. “Don’t, my poor child!” The old woman, heart-wrenchingly watched this scene, rushed forward, and collapsed onto the coffin, clinging to it with both hands. Beside the coffin, a young woman, holding a five or six-year-old child, wearing a white headband, knelt down beside it, her tears already dried up, just tightly holding her worn-out child who had cried himself to sleep. A roof tile fell, striking the young woman’s head, instantly blooming into crimson, but the woman did not scream, just closed her eyes, her face pressed against the coffin, as if trying hard to recall something. At this moment, the leader of Qingsha Gang came up fiercely and kicked the coffin. The black lacquered coffin shifted on top, the lid skewed and slid off, revealing what was inside. There was no body. Only a thin set of armor and a sword were inside! “Damn, they even made a memorial tomb.” He cursed. At this moment, someone outside who saw this finally couldn’t hold back their anger. “His son was a warrior from the Ninth Mountain, sacrificed while combatting demons. They did this to protect Shu. Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution by doing this?” A large crowd was drawn to the commotion outside. An elderly neighbor of the family, trembling, shouted angrily.

Chapter 302: 263: His Son Was a Fallen Soldier of the 9th Mountain (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

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