Chapter 162 The Beginning and the Cause (1/2)

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``` The voice was filled with coldness. In the tavern, there had been quite a few diners, but upon witnessing this scene, they all paused for a moment, and then all began to flee desperately to the outside. Standing outside the tavern was a burly man, who let the ordinary people dash past him before he himself stepped inside. His eyes indifferent, he scanned the tavern and spotted Chuan Lian, clad in light green attire, his face growing chillier. With a swift motion, his shoulder blurred as something turned into a shadowy streak rushing towards Wang Anfeng's table. It was a pitch-black object, square and regular - indeed, it was a coffin. Wang Anfeng's right hand shot up to grab the hilt of the wooden sword behind him, but at that moment, Chuan Lian had already floated up, his eyes slightly opened, a trace of pure white Qi Force flashing through them. His left hand tucked behind his back, his right hand moved as if pulling a heavy cart, as if through mud, seemingly slow but in fact swift. Just as the Black Coffin was about to smash into the second floor of the building, Chuan Lian firmly slapped one end of the coffin. Instantly, Vigorous Qi burst forth, blowing the tables and chairs of the two-story tavern into disarray, yet the tavern itself remained undamaged. Wang Anfeng, on the other hand, had shifted his position and appeared in front of Meng Yuexue, blocking the gust for her. After several breaths, the Vigorous Qi dissipated. Chuan Lian was in midair, took another half-breath, retracted his right hand, and once again unleashed new Vigorous Qi. With a sideways slap on the Black Coffin, he sent it flying several meters and crashing heavily onto the ground, but not hitting the two servers who had coughed up blood and been sent flying back. However, at that moment, the newcomer leaped up, brandishing his weapon and bringing forth a gust of sinister wind, aiming for Chuan Lian, whose old strength had gone and new strength had yet to arise, wanting to heavily wound the opponent on the spot. But at that moment, a clear ring of a sword's cry echoed endlessly within the room. A figure in blue robes leaped out from behind Chuan Lian, his black hair flying. The two of them exchanged glances, both slightly changing their expressions, but neither of them withdrew their energies. Instead, they added a bit more Inner Strength. Wang Anfeng's wrist flicked, sending out several sword marks that crisscrossed and transformed into a stream of Sword Qi, aiming to repel the approaching weapon. However, the other party let out a low roar, his body twisting midair and the black heavy hammer in his hand, supported by his Inner Strength, waist, and arm power, spun with gathering momentum like a meteor from the sky, smashing towards the Sword Qi that Wang Anfeng had slashed out. Another loud boom followed. The collision of Inner Strength created an even bigger and sharper surge of Qi Force, displacing the air. Wang Anfeng somersaulted to the left, staggering a couple of steps before steadying himself, while the furnishings around him had been turned to dust by the mighty blow. Meanwhile, the young man stood on the right, his posture robust like a rock, only his inner injuries were aggravated, giving him a pale look. Around him, the ground bore marks of incisions, sharp and fine. Clearly, it was caused by the shattered Sword Qi. The young man inhaled deeply, calming his Inner Breath. His pallor recovered to its normal state. He slammed the heavy hammer into the ground, stirring up a wave of heat, and sneered, "I wondered who it was. Turns out, it's the Cangyuan Sword Master." "So what, is the Cangyuan Sword also going to meddle in the grudges and disputes between me and Pharmacist Valley?" Wang Anfeng didn't answer, instead turning to see that Chuan Lian had already taken the two severely injured, bloody servers upstairs to administer acupuncture to relieve their internal wounds. Upon coming back downstairs, he turned around, his hand on his sword, slightly raised, pointing at the young man opposite him, and said in a deep voice, "I don't believe your words." "Besides, some people are better off dead." "What do you think, Wei Qi?" The Fire Refining Sect Young Master sneered. He and the other had old scores to settle, and he knew there was little point to talk with Wang Anfeng. His right fingers twitched rhythmically, gripping the heavy hammer beside him tightly. Wang Anfeng's eyes narrowed, his right hand on the sword, his index finger bent, lightly tapping the blade. Thus, a prolonged sword hymn began to resonate, lingering before fading away. The atmosphere in the tavern hall became instantly tense and murderous. Just then, Chuan Lian had finished the needlework, took out two vermilion Elixirs, and used his Inner Strength to help the two swallow them. Seeing their breathing gradually stabilize, he relaxed, employed his Qinggong, and landed beside Wang Anfeng. His eyes slightly widened as he looked at Wei Qi and shouted angrily, "Why do you hurt people without cause? Aren't you afraid the Government Office will hold you accountable?" ``` Wei Qi turned his head to look at him, his eyes growing colder, and sneered: Sёarᴄh the NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "The Government Office?" "Haha, what a joke!" "Why don't you ask those two if they dare to go to the Government Office to report the case, or if they dare to confront me in court?" "They don't even dare to report it, and it's not a murder case. If they don't report to the officials, how can the Government Office file a case, how can they manage me?!" Chuan Lian was slightly stunned and seemed incredulously to turn his head to look at the two waiters, only to see them nodding and bowing, not daring to look at him, while Wei Qi sneered on the other side: Stay connected via My Virtual Library Empire "You two, speak up, how did you acquire those injuries on your bodies?" One waiter's body trembled, and he stammered with an apologetic laugh: "It's, this, this is because I was not careful and rolled down the stairs, hitting myself." "It has nothing to do with this gentleman." Upon hearing this, Wei Qi laughed loudly with wild abandon, while Chuan Lian's eyes widened, his face turning crimson, unable to utter a word, and Wang Anfeng felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness and anger within. It was not just among the people of Jianghu, even among the common folks of Great Qin, there were many issues that were 'privately settled.' By money, by land, by property. So-called private settlements. If any party dared to report to the officials, it would be not only against the other party but would result in the animosity of the entire village or town. The people would consider it wrong to harm one side and subject them to imprisonment for the sake of an internal conflict, even though there might have been loss or inconvenience. They believed it was going too far, whereas the village elders would view it as an affront to their authority, a failure to discipline, a loss of decorum. At this moment, Wei Qi saw Wang Anfeng and Chuan Lian standing together. Although he wanted to kill both of them on the spot, he was physically unable, and a surge of malice filled with rage was stuck in his throat, refusing to subside. He sneered instead: "Wang Anfeng, I did not plan to trouble you today." "I am here solely to seek justice for the unjustly deceased member of my sect from Pharmacist Valley. Chuan Lian, I recognize you; this conflict is not just between Wei Qi and you alone, but between the Fire Refining Sect and Pharmacist Valley, seeking justice!" With that, his right foot stomped heavily on the ground. His Qi Force spread out, causing one end of the wooden floor to lift, and the lid of the coffin clattered loudly, flying off and crashing heavily on the ground, revealing a face. The face appeared well-fed, but it was now a ghastly shade of indigo, the person having died a long time ago. What was most eerie was that despite the gruesome death, the face was twisted into a smile, chilling to the beholder. Wang Anfeng's expression changed slightly at this. He recognized the person. During the day of the assault by the martial artists of the Fire Refining Sect, this man was among them, intending to raise his weapon to break the Inner Strength contest between the two, but was inadvertently toyed with by Mu Shanxue, who arrived at that moment, cutting several sword marks across the chest of his shirt, frightening him severely. Upon seeing the corpse's condition, Chuan Lian's expression changed dramatically, and he exclaimed in disbelief: "Is this... the Three Laughs Yin Luo Finger?!" PS: First update...

Chapter 162 The Beginning and the Cause (1/2)

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