Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 45 Warrior Privileges

As Chu Ning listened, his eyes darkened slightly, and a cold light appeared in the depths of his pupils.

Chu Ning listened, his fingers slowly rubbing the edge of the table, his knuckles applying a little pressure, feeling the delicate touch of wood beneath his fingertips. His eyes darkened slightly, and a hint of coldness appeared in the depths of his pupils.

"Qingzhou Government Office?" He repeated slowly in a low voice, as if he was chewing on the meaning behind these words.

The wind blew outside the window, rolling up a corner of the bamboo curtain. The sunlight cast mottled light and shadow, reflecting on his slightly furrowed brows.

Qin Henian's eyes flickered slightly, and he explained in a deep voice, "The most powerful military officer in Qingzhou Prefecture is the Marquis of Wu, but administrative power is still in the hands of the Qingzhou government office. The Marquis suppresses the area, and no one dares to act rashly, but he cannot blatantly protect a murderer."

Chu Ning narrowed his eyes slightly, speaking slowly but with a hidden edge: "I can suppress it...but why?"

Qin Henian paused slightly, as if weighing his words, and after a moment he said, "It's not just the Marquis's majesty, but more importantly the strength displayed by the young master."

Chu Ning's eyes were like knives: "Strength?"

Qin Henian nodded: "In the Daqian Dynasty, warriors have privileges that override the law."

Chu Ning's eyes were slightly cold, and his tone was calm but sharp: "What about Feng Li? He is also a warrior, and his level is higher than mine. According to you, if I kill him... it won't be against the law?"

"Yes." Qin Henian's expression was complicated. "Among the warriors' privileges, there is an unspoken hidden rule: if a low-rank warrior can kill a high-rank warrior, they will receive greater protection. Because such people have more potential to become truly powerful."

Chu Ning's eyes darkened slightly, and he scoffed, "So, they only care about warriors and the powerful?"

In the courtyard, a hint of coolness floated, and the shadows of the trees swayed slightly, casting a shadow on Chu Ning's eyebrows.

"What about the city?" Chu Ning spoke slowly, his voice neither fast nor slow, but it was like a sharp blade that cut through the disguise.

“Those poor people who died of hunger and abuse… they don’t care?”

Qin Henian pulled a yellowed scroll from his bosom and placed his fingertips on the red-stamped "Yongchang Year Three." It was a record of 300 starving people freezing to death on the outskirts of the city, and at the end was stamped with the words "Warrior disputes, no case will be filed."

"Sir, do you know that last month, a charcoal seller in the West Market was beaten to death in the street by warriors from the Wang family?" He rubbed the ink mark with his withered fingers. "The government sentenced him to 'offending a noble and seeking his own destruction,' and even his body was fed to stray dogs."

Chu Ning's knuckles turned white from being pinched, and the frost on the window frame spread along with his murderous intent, forming spider-web-like cracks on the blue brick floor.

Chu Ning sneered, his voice slightly hoarse, revealing a hint of sarcasm: "So that's how it is... The laws of Qingzhou Prefecture only protect those with status and position."

His voice was soft, but it pierced the heart like a knife.

Qin Henian's expression froze slightly, then he let out a wry smile and sighed softly, "What you said, sir... is indeed true. The law does not apply to everyone equally."

This sentence undoubtedly acquiesces to everything.

Qin Henian bowed in front with a respectful smile on his face.

But another thought emerged in Chu Ning's mind.

Wuhou Mansion, is it really just as simple as wanting to win me over?
"Butler Qin." His voice was calm, yet it carried a hint of irresistible authority. "What's the real reason why you, the Wuhou Mansion, treat me so well?"

Qin Henian's smile faded slightly, and he finally sighed and said, "Sir, the Marquis has seen that your future will definitely not stop here. Qingzhou is already facing a storm. The Marquis is just making arrangements in advance."

He paused and said meaningfully, "Perhaps, you should also consider your future path for yourself."

Chu Ning narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Qin Henian with a half-smile: "A storm is coming...?"

Qin Henian was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly: "Young Master is very thoughtful, I'm sure you've noticed it."

He didn't ask any more questions, but the light in his eyes was deeper than the shadows of the trees.

Chu Ning's eyes were deep, and the sharpness in his words was gone. He said slowly, "My Lord, you have been so kind to me. I should go and thank you." Qin Henian paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "My lord, you don't know. My Lord has been stationed in the northern border all year round, resisting the beast tide. He hasn't returned to the Wuhou Mansion for ten years."

Chu Ning's eyes flickered slightly as he thought to himself, "No wonder Wu Hou didn't show up on the day Xie Mingli returned home. No wonder Wu Hou Mansion has been somewhat weakened in recent years. It's not just because Xie Jinghong disappeared, but also because Wu Hou is trapped in the northern border and can't get away."

Chu Ning sighed softly and said, "In that case, I would like to ask Steward Qin to express my gratitude to the Marquis on my behalf."

Qin Henian cupped his hands and agreed: "Don't worry, sir, I will convey it truthfully."

At this point, the room fell silent. Outside the window, the wind stirred, ruffling the bamboo curtains with a subtle rustling sound. Chu Ning lowered his eyes, as if lost in thought, while Qin Henian stood silently.

After a while, Qin Henian seemed to remember something and suddenly spoke: "Oh, sir, the young lady has instructed that if you come out of seclusion, please go see her immediately. The young lady has something to discuss with you."

Chu Ning was slightly startled, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Miss Xie?"

Qin Henian nodded seriously: "That's right."

Chu Ning narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "That's right, I should thank Miss Xie."

His tone was calm, but his expression was unclear.

Seeing this, Qin Henian said nothing more, bowed slightly, and took Chu Ning to the inner courtyard.

……

Chu Ning stood in front of Xie Mingli's courtyard. The breeze blew gently, and the bamboo leaves rustled.

As night fell, the dim lights in the courtyard cast a hazy and elegant shadow on her figure.

"You came."

Xie Mingli stood in the corridor in a white dress, with picturesque eyebrows and a faint smile in her eyes.

"Miss Xie, is there something you need from me?" Chu Ning bowed.

Xie Mingli raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at him with a half-smile: "Miss Xie? This is not like the way you addressed Feng Li that day when you were deliberately trying to anger her."

Chu Ning was startled for a moment, then he chuckled and scratched his head: "He was so rude. I just wanted to teach him a lesson, but I didn't expect him to be so narrow-minded."

Xie Mingli smiled indifferently, said no more, turned around and walked into the house.

Chu Ning followed and sat down. She poured him a cup of tea. Amidst the aroma of the tea, her eyes flickered slightly. "Are you planning to sign up for the Qingyun Tournament?"

Chu Ning picked up the teacup, took a sip, and his eyes were deep and determined: "Yes, I will definitely get the "Nine Heavens Thunder Codex"."

Xie Mingli sighed softly, his tone slightly solemn. "The competition in the Qingyun Arena is more complicated than you might imagine. Various factions have already secretly planned their actions. The Wang family, the Hanshan Sect, the Tianlei Sect, the Lihuo Palace... these aristocratic families won't allow someone without a sect to get involved in the championship."

Chu Ning's lips curled up slightly, his eyes sharp: "I know."

Xie Mingli pushed open the carved wooden window, and a chill wind blew the Qingyun Tournament registration list across the desk. As the pages flipped, Chu Ning caught a glimpse of names like "Wang Qianjue" and "Holy Son of the Lihuo Palace" circled in cinnabar, the ink flowing like blood.

"Ten years ago, a warrior won twelve consecutive matches." She tapped the last page, where a torn portrait was posted, leaving only a half-charred sword tassel. "On the eve of the finals, someone slipped 'Red Scorpion Powder' into his food. The next day, in the ring, he was torn in two by his opponent."

The candlelight flickered, making her profile look half Asura and half fairy.

Xie Mingli stared at him, and after a moment's silence, he whispered, "You don't want to join the Wuhou Mansion because you don't want to be associated with the 'powerful and wealthy'?"

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