The Great Martial Saint!

Chapter 738 Blood-Handed Butcher, Peerless Proud Woman (My hands are cold from typing)

The rain today seems to be heavier than usual.

The torrential rain overwhelmed the entire city of Weishui. Dark clouds blanketed the area, completely obscuring the already pitch-black night.

The relentless rain throughout the night and the pitch-black darkness meant that countless people were destined to go to bed early, waiting for tomorrow.

The entire outer city of Wei River seemed to be filled only with the sound of torrential rain.

Compared to the deathly quiet of the outer city, life in the inner city, though affected by the rain, was not significantly diminished in its overall prosperity.

Especially in secluded pavilions and elegant gardens, and luxurious banquet venues.

The dazzling lights dispelled the darkness of night, illuminating the entire hall with brightness and warmth.

The sounds of playful frolicking and boisterous revelry drowned out the torrential rain, leaving room for endless reverie.

Chunhualou, located within the inner city of Weishui, was one of the most prestigious banquet and entertainment venues.

Musical instruments, light singing and dancing, playful games, and drinking to add to the merriment.

Tonight, Chunhua Tower is destined to be sleepless.

On a street several miles away from Chunhua Tower, a group of people were moving quickly.

They moved quickly, yet made no sound. The torrential rain concealed much of their movement.

If you look closely, you'll see that these people are wearing fish-scale robes, which are only worn by those at the lowest rank of the Weishui Town Commandery.

A significant portion of them wore fish-scale clothing of a higher standard and level than the constables.

Everyone remained silent, their minds replaying the commander's instructions before the operation.

"According to reliable sources, the Bloodthirsty Butcher Peng Feihu is currently at the Chunhua Tower in the inner city."

"Split into four groups and capture the Blood-Handed Butcher!"

"This operation was sudden and took place in a busy area of ​​the inner city. We must minimize any adverse effects."

"We are fully prepared and ready to go. Please be careful in all matters."

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Peng Feihu, the Blood-Handed Butcher, is a notorious and ruthless bandit.

His cultivation had reached the peak of the Profound Light Realm, and he was infamous for his ruthlessness, wreaking havoc in several cities along the Wei River and committing countless atrocities.

These vicious criminals are now lurking in the inner city of Weishui, posing a great threat.

Tonight's operation is under immense pressure for all of them.

It wasn't just the Bloodthirsty Butcher's strength, but also the location of this operation—the Spring Flower Pavilion.

As the most prestigious entertainment venue in the county, Chunhua Tower is frequented by the wealthy and powerful. Even the slightest mishap would be a major disaster.

Even the slightest negative impact can trigger a media storm.

The pressure on everyone involved in tonight's mission is immense.

However, at this moment, most people are not under as much psychological pressure as they imagine.

Everyone turned their attention to the figure at the very front.

Tonight's mission is of great importance; the commander has reported this to the Weishui Garrison Command.

Weishui Town Pacification Office
Strong reinforcements have been sent!
Fang Qing, with a solemn expression and resolute face, followed closely behind the group. He looked at the figure ahead. The man's sharp features and resolute face revealed a hint of excitement and anticipation.

Who would have thought that, with the troops divided into four routes, he would be so lucky to be assigned to the same route as Lord Mu.

Being able to travel with Lord Mu makes this journey seem less difficult.

Lord Mu, this is Lord Mu!
She is the peerless pride of the Mu family of Weishui, the number one prodigy in Weishui County, and a top ten prodigy on the Canglong Rising Star List.

Such extraordinary talent made ordinary people like them feel ashamed of themselves just by hearing about it.

But now.
Upon realizing this, Fang Qing felt a surge of excitement in his heart.

Despite the heavy, torrential rain, it couldn't conceal his excitement.

This is the second time I've met Lord Mu.

It was something he had been dreaming of and yearning for all these days. Now, thanks to this mission, it had come true in an unexpected way.

Years ago, at the banquet for his transfer to the Wei River, he had the good fortune to see Lord Mu from afar.

At that banquet, the official in charge personally greeted them, and everyone followed, showing great respect.

He learned the identity of this peerless woman for the first time from the words of others: the commander of the Weishui Town Command, the outstanding young lady of the Mu family of Weishui, and the number one prodigy in Weishui County!

I vividly remember how excited he was when he met Lord Mu; it was no less than the excitement he felt when he was promoted to Chief Constable.

That very moment, Lord Mu's image appeared in his heart, his demeanor etched deeply into his mind like a carving.

How fortunate I am in this life to have seen the vastness of the world and to have met such a proud lady as Lord Mu!

He had been transferred from another place to Weishui County, and his understanding of Lord Mu was truly limited. But since that day, he had been frantically collecting any information about Lord Mu, wanting to know as much as possible about him.

The eldest daughter of the Mu family, the chief officer of the Weishui Garrison, a commander-level official, the number one prodigy in Weishui County, the Star of the Northern Cang, and the youngest person in the contemporary era to reach the mid-stage of the Profound Light Realm.
Each of his identities was dazzling, beyond his imagination; he was so outstanding that he seemed otherworldly, inspiring awe.

This also allowed the seed in his heart to grow wildly.

He also learned a lot from his colleagues.

There is so much information in it, some true and some false, that it's hard to tell the difference.

There is a widely circulated rumor within the Zhenfu Division that Lord Mu was once the private possession of a powerful figure within the division.

"Forbidden?"

Fang Qing naturally did not believe such rumors.

Lord Mu was a man of such stature. Whether it was the Mu family, the title of the number one genius of Weishui, or the cultivation of the perfected Xuan Guang realm, to him, they were all like a mountain pressing down on him.

With Lady Mu's elegance and grace, there are few in this world who are worthy of her. Who else could possibly make her willingly become his captive?

Especially when he asked about the identity of that important figure, his colleagues around him hesitated and gave vague answers, which further fueled his suspicions.

But whether this matter is true or not, it ultimately cannot diminish his admiration and longing for Lord Mu.

And today, I am so fortunate to be able to do something with Lord Mu and fight side by side.

Such happiness was simply indescribable to him.

He was simply looking at Lord Mu, and that was good enough.

If one day he could express his feelings to the master in person and show his love for him, that would fulfill his life's wish.

As for being with Lord Mu, he would never dare to even think about it.

Perhaps, only in the dead of night would he dare to have such a wishful thought.

Even so, all he could dream of was Lord Mu looking at him with a smile and gently calling his name.

That one sound was enough to make his heart surge with excitement, and his heart leaped with joy.

He once thought he was a tough guy, but after meeting Lord Mu, he realized that even a tough guy can have a tender heart.

Outside, the rain continued, and the air carried a hint of chill. Inside Chunhua Tower, however, it was warm and cozy, filled with laughter and lively chatter.

In a private room on the third floor, a tall, burly man was drinking and enjoying himself, accompanied by a beautiful woman who was laughing and joking.

The man had a hooked nose, thick eyebrows like knives, a centipede-shaped scar on his left jaw, and short black whiskers that stood upright like steel needles.

At this moment, a rare smile appeared on his face. After wandering through the mountains and fields and fighting repeatedly, he finally had a chance to relax.

Once this order is completed, he will be able to live a much more peaceful life.

When the time is right, and I've gathered some more resources, I can attempt to break through to the advanced stage of the Profound Light Realm. If I succeed, then I'll leave the Wei River, find a new place, and start afresh!
"Sir, it itches," the beautiful woman said with a coquettish laugh.

This customer looked intimidating, but he was extremely generous with his money. Even if they were unwilling, they wouldn't turn down money.

Peng Feihu was enjoying a rare moment of relaxation, drinking and joking around with the beautiful woman beside him.

However, no matter how relaxed he was, he would not forget the purpose of his trip.

He risked great danger to infiltrate this place, all for the sake of tonight's target, who would appear inside the Spring Flower Pavilion.

He had already thoroughly investigated the situation inside Chunhua Tower. As a notorious den of iniquity on the Wei River, its defenses were naturally formidable. However, having roamed the area for so many years, he naturally possessed his own unique skills.

An escape route has been planned; once the mission target is eliminated, a swift departure is planned. If all goes well, there shouldn't be too much resistance along the way.

Even if there are some obstacles, he is not too worried because he has made proper preparations this time.

As for the risks?

When you're out in the world, everyone faces risks. It's all about putting your life on the line. There's no such thing as making money without taking risks.
Years of living a life of constant danger had tempered his heart into a calm one. Even now, with the mission at hand and the target yet to appear, he still had the leisure to relax and enjoy himself.

However, even when he was relaxed, the light in his eyes never faded.

The private room he was sitting in was specially chosen, allowing him to observe most of the movement. The moment his opponent appeared in his field of vision, that would be the moment he struck and killed him.

Peng Lianhu picked up a glass of wine and took a small sip.

He had never liked this way of drinking. If you're a man, you should drink from a big bowl, down it in one gulp, until the wine drips down your face, wetting your beard, your neck, and your clothes. That's the charm of a real man.

However, since he had come all this way to this place of extravagance and wanted to soak up the atmosphere, he decided to indulge in a bit of refined taste.

He held his wine glass, and through the window of the private room, his gaze fell upon a man sitting by the window. The man was not old, probably around twenty-five or twenty-six, dressed in a blue robe, and sitting there, he had the air of a young master from a prominent family.

Having spent many years in the business, Peng Feihu had a keen eye and could roughly figure out the other party's family background with just one glance.

He must be a young master from a prestigious family in the city, who, compared to ordinary pleasure-seekers, pays more attention to refined pursuits.

This can be seen from the woman sitting next to him.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the man simply drank his wine and did not touch the woman beside him in the slightest.

“Such people value elegance and won’t force things.” Peng Feihu sneered as he finished his drink. As soon as he put the cup down, a woman refilled his glass.

He pulled her close and gave her a hard squeeze.

Only these young masters from aristocratic families have the right to be particular about elegance and sentiment, even though they are utterly hypocritical, they still insist on the idea of ​​mutual consent.

People like them have never been qualified to discuss these things. They have very few resources and are in dire straits.

If you want it, just go and take it. If you don't want it, no one will give it to you!
Speaking of
Peng Feihu glanced at the woman beside the man. She was only in her early teens and looked quite pretty, but compared to the beauty beside him, she was incredibly young.

This person has quite unique taste; instead of choosing from so many beautiful and charming young women, he opted for a young girl.

It really is.
Peng Feihu shook his head. These young masters from wealthy families, after indulging in feasts and pleasures for so long, have all developed some strange airs.

If you put them in the dust and let them roll around in it again, they will know what is truly precious in this world.

However, it must be said...
The feeling this person had while drinking was actually quite good; it was exactly the taste he had imagined.

Refined and elegant, a gentleman as fine as jade.

Ok.

That should be the right feeling.

Peng Feihu thought to himself.

The reason he pays so much attention to young people is not only because of the young people themselves, but more importantly because of the position they occupy.

This was precisely the escape route he had prepared for himself; by breaking open the window, he could reach the back garden of Chunhua Tower. Within the back garden, there was a route he had planned in advance; by escaping along this route, he could evade most of the defenses.

And the most crucial spot on this back road is naturally the window seat where the young man sat.

If we linger here too long and fail to break through the window and enter the back garden in time, not only will the defenses here be strengthened, but the defenses in the back garden will also be adjusted.

Delay could lead to unpredictable changes.

Under such circumstances, the young man sitting in the strategic pass naturally became his primary target.

Fortunately, after paying attention, the result relieved him.

This young man was only at the Qi and Blood Realm. For most of his peers in the county, this level of cultivation was not too bad, but for him, the Qi and Blood Realm was a completely different matter.

Having secured his escape route, he could then make a clean getaway after eliminating his mission target.

With this thought in mind, Peng Feihu completely relaxed and waited for the mission target to appear.

Judging by the time, it should be about right.

Chen Ping'an leaned against the window, listening to the lively chatter around him, and felt quite happy.

After leaving Canglong Prefecture, he traveled lightly and day and night, and in less than half a month, he arrived at Weishui County.

His trip was for private business, so he didn't make a big fuss. He had Xiong Sanrang and others wait outside the city while he went into the city by himself.

"The drinks at Chunhualou have a unique flavor."

The wines at Chunhualou are not as good as those spirit wines, but in terms of taste, they are not bad.

"That was exhilarating!"

Chen Pingan drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

hum~
As the light swirled, a screen of light, visible only to him, appeared before him.

Name: Chen Ping'an
Realm: Late stage of Jade Balance - Breakthrough through three stages (Ultimate Perfection)
武学：青阳血炼法入门（4485/5760）颠鸾倒凤·阴阳枢入门（152/8640）、广寒剑法（残篇）小成（0/7680）太虚御风步大成（0/14400）七杀天罡拳大成（3055/9600）、霸刀圆满、七绝神功圆满、万魔铸身诀圆满
Secret Techniques: Soul-Guiding Technique, Blood Restriction of Ten Thousand Demons

"4485 point."

He traveled back by carriage, practicing his spiritual discipline along the way, without any disruption.

The cultivation of the Azure Sun Blood Refining Technique has also taken a significant step forward. At the current pace, it will take less than a month and a half to perfect the second stage of the Azure Sun Blood Refining Technique.

Furthermore, his progress in cultivating the Seven Killing Heavenly Fist is nearing one-third. With his current realm improvement and the blessing of the precious Snow Spirit Leaf, his progress in cultivating the Seven Killing Heavenly Fist is much faster than before.

With such progress, he was rapidly advancing towards the realm of the celestial being every day.

Besides, the refinement of the pseudo-heavy treasure, the Bloodthirsty Demon Jar, is nearing its end. In a few more days, it will be completely refined, and the true power of the pseudo-heavy treasure will be fully mastered.

Besides the Bloodthirsty Demon Jar, the divine weapon Black Banner was thoroughly refined by Chen Ping'an, granting it supernatural powers.

Compared to pseudo-heavy treasures, the refinement of top-tier divine weapons is undoubtedly much easier. Furthermore, this black banner obtained from the Devouring Demon Old Monster of the Great Banner Sect is not of a high grade among top-tier divine weapons, making it much easier to refine than the Withered Wood Staff.

Only in this way can one take the lead and be the first to refine the essence properly.

The black banner possesses a magical power that can be used to weaken and disrupt spiritual energy. In addition, it also has a certain ability to imprison.

Compared to the mystique of the black flag, Chen Ping'an valued its combination with the Azure Flame Four Directions Command Flag more.

Furthermore, if the Withered Wood Staff is added to provide both offensive and defensive capabilities, its overall power becomes quite considerable.

Chen Ping'an was in a great mood as he steadily progressed in his martial arts training and returned to his old haunts.

He glanced at the little girl beside him, who seemed a bit nervous but was trying her best to remain calm.

"What is your name?"

Hearing his voice, the little girl panicked a bit, but she was obviously trained and quickly suppressed her emotions, speaking obediently.

"Young master, this is your maid, Xi'er."

"Xi'er?" Chen Ping'an glanced at her and picked up his wine glass. "It's a good name."

Chunhua Pavilion was a place of refined entertainment, and it seemed rather inappropriate for him to be sitting there drinking alone. This young woman was someone he had brought. According to Chunhua Pavilion, this girl wasn't officially a clientele yet, so bringing her to accompany them for drinks was somewhat against the rules. However, when it comes to real money, what are rules?

Chen Pingan praised her, and the little girl became a little shy, sitting obediently beside Chen Pingan.

Chen Ping glanced at her but didn't say anything more.

The girl was well-behaved, but she seemed somewhat out of place in the scenery of the Spring Flower Pavilion.

Chen Pingan drank a few more glasses of wine, and a smile appeared on his lips.

The young girl was puzzled, but seeing that the young master hadn't made a move on her and seemed to be in a good mood, she relaxed a little and sat obediently to the side, occasionally refilling his wine.

Having spent many years in the underworld, Peng Feihu possessed an exceptionally keen sense of smell. Sitting in the private room, he immediately noticed something amiss.

Although he didn't sense anything, he felt that something was off about the atmosphere tonight. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the view inside the building.

Upon closer inspection, he realized something was amiss.

"not good!"

His heart skipped a beat.

In the main hall of Chunhua Pavilion below, he saw several figures that were clearly different from ordinary people. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, they were moving around, seemingly searching for something.

Although the process was kept secret, his keen eye allowed him to see most of the details at a glance.

"Something happened?"

In a mere instant, his thoughts shifted countless times.

"Sir, what are you doing up here? Come and play!" A beautiful woman's voice rang out from behind him, sweet and melodious.

"I'm going out to take a look. My beauties, wait here obediently. When I return, I'll give you a good thrashing!"

Peng Feihu feigned composure and uttered a rude remark. His expression remained unchanged as he walked out of the private room.

Regardless of whether the other party was targeting him, he should leave this place as quickly as possible.

However, judging from his appearance, the other party didn't seem to have noticed him yet. It wouldn't be wise for him to alert them; leaving quietly was the best course of action.

He was thinking this when, not long after he stepped out of the private room, he was spotted by a man.

Although the other party did not say anything, Peng Feihu knew that he had been exposed.

"withdraw!"

Indecisiveness leads to disaster.

With a fierce determination, Peng Feihu suddenly sprang up and rushed toward the window he had been watching for a long time.

He was as fierce as a tiger; in his stillness and movement, the waves he stirred up were like thunder.

"it's here!"

"Take him!"

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In an instant, a cacophony of voices filled the room.

But the instant the sound rang out, Peng Feihu had already rushed to the window. Ignoring the people around him, he broke through the window immediately.

Compared to his life, everything else is secondary.

However, the next moment, a sword light appeared.

Like autumn waters and flowing rosy clouds, it forced him back.

"Autumn Water Sword!" Peng Feihu was horrified and his face paled with fear.

Autumn Water Sword, Mu Wanjun, the number one prodigy of the Wei River!

Even within the entire Canglong Prefecture, she is an exceptionally beautiful woman.

How could such brilliant individuals be here?!

Although Mu Wanjun's cultivation level was the same as his, both being at the peak of the Profound Light Realm, her reputation was far superior. As a prodigy, she possessed a wealth of protective artifacts that Mu Wanjun could not match.

Although he was quite confident in his combat skills honed through life-and-death experiences, he dared not get too entangled in this situation.

The situation was extremely urgent, leaving Peng Feihu no time to think. He wanted to change his route to break through, but at that moment, the elite troops of the Zhenfu Division, who were mixed in with the crowd, had surrounded him and formed a noose around his neck.

Although he was not afraid of much, if he were to get entangled in this situation and attract reinforcements, he might really be doomed here today.

His thoughts raced, and he glanced at the people along the window.

The incident happened suddenly, and the two people sitting by the window were stunned, frozen in place as if they had been frightened.

His thoughts shifted, and he immediately took a liking to the hostage.

Compared to ordinary people, the more important the hostages are, the better.

Although I don't know if my judgment is correct, I can't think too much about it in this situation.

With a swift movement, he rushed to the front of the young man in the blue robe, and with one hand forming a claw, he gripped the man's throat.

Unbeknownst to anyone, his hands were now covered with a layer of blood-red iron plates, like claw sheaths, as vibrant as fresh blood, mottled and incomparably sharp.

next moment!
The sword light flashed like a rainbow, instantly tearing through the surrounding air.

Amidst the flashing sword light, a figure gracefully appeared and landed inside the Spring Flower Pavilion.

This is a woman, holding a sword that gleams with a cold light. Her fair face appears even more beautiful and ethereal under the sword's light. Her hair is tied up high, and she wears a black fish-scale robe, exuding a heroic and dashing air.

Her eyes were like autumn water, carrying a hint of coldness and aloofness.

Autumn Water Sword, Mu Wanjun!
(End of this chapter)