Creation Color Master

Qincheng in Tianshui County, where the entire Qin family of Tianshui lives.

Living conditions in the city were determined by one’s birth status, and the closer one was to the center, the more noble one’s status was.

At this moment, in a mansion near the center, all the family members in charge of various caravans gathered here, all for the recent events.

When Qin Yuan, the second master of the Qin family, heard the reports from his family members, he felt sad for the losses but also felt a raging anger in his heart.

"Who dares to attack our Qin family on our territory? Are you tired of living? The prestige of our Qin family in Yunzhou cannot be challenged."

"Humph, why don't you send someone to investigate? Now that we have been bullied to our doorstep, our Qin family has not taken any action for a long time. Have people in the world forgotten our Qin family's methods?"

At this time, a Qin family member who was in charge of the matter stepped forward and said, "Second Master, we already had some clues about the forces that attacked the caravan before we came here. Our people also found several strongholds they hid in Tianshui County. Do you want to send a message to the brothers in the family to eliminate these strongholds one by one? Or should we keep the long line and catch the big fish?"

Qin Yuan narrowed his eyes and said, "Send an order. Raze these strongholds tonight, kill all the people in them, and place them on the streets. Explain the reasons clearly, and let this force know the price of angering my Qin family."

"Everyone, be careful and go back to prepare early. If anyone lags behind and delays this matter at night, don't blame me for using family discipline and showing no mercy."

All the family members said yes and then dispersed.

The skylark carrying the secret letter took off from Qincheng and rushed to various places in Yunzhou. Its small figure possessed extremely fast speed.

In just two hours, members of the Qin family spread all over the country received the secret letter one after another and quickly took action.

When the last ray of sunset glow disappeared in the western sky and it became completely dark, a storm was brewing;

The swords lurking in the dark were shining coldly, and the shadow of death loomed over Yunzhou.

In a market town, all shops had already closed their doors and windows, ending their work for the day. Only in a dark and remote room, a ray of light was reflected from the half-open wooden window.

Inside the room, a dozen figures sat around a wooden table, seemingly discussing something in secret.

Under the cover of night, a group of people were quietly gathering towards the room.

In front of the wooden table, the candlelight illuminated a pair of slightly gloomy eyes, and he slowly said, "Haha, the protagonist we have been waiting for has appeared. It seems that the Marshal's plan has worked."

He twisted the silk thread on his fingers bit by bit, but his tone was very calm: "Everyone, get ready."

After saying that, he turned his hand, and a silk thread on his finger suddenly flew towards the roof.

The killer lying on the roof's pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw that the thread had pierced through his head from the center of his eyebrows.

Seeing their companion dead, the other killers who were lying in ambush on the roof immediately wanted to escape, but it was too late.

When they looked down at their chests, the thread had already pierced their flesh and blood and was wrapped around their hearts. They knew that their hearts would break if the owner of the thread moved his fingers even slightly.

In the dark night, countless silk threads flew out of the room. Those silk threads, as thin as a hair, seemed to have turned into magical weapons, madly reaping the lives of the killers.

Soon, the streets were filled with the smell of blood.

None of the assassins who surrounded this place managed to escape, and all of them became corpses on the streets of the market.

"This place has been exposed. We should not stay here for long. Everyone, hide your identities and prepare to evacuate."

A cold voice sounded in the silent night, followed by a figure that quickly left and disappeared at the end of the street.

The night wind blew, lifting a corner of the man's clothes, revealing a bad guy token, which disappeared in a flash.

This scene is happening all over Yunzhou at this moment.

In an ordinary courtyard, a figure in white was drinking under the moon. He was half lying on a bamboo chair, supporting his head with one hand and holding the jar of wine with the other, looking at the bright moon in the sky with drunken eyes.

"Raise a glass to the bright moon, and look at the shadow to become three people"

"Hahaha, this is really good wine. My friend who is hiding in the bamboo forest, why don't you show up and drink with me, and discuss the future together."

"Sha-sha-sha-sha-"

The bamboo leaves sway in the wind, and the sound of them rubbing against each other is quite comfortable and seems to have a calming effect.

Luochen glanced drunkenly in the direction of the bamboo forest, and suddenly a barrage of hidden weapons attacked him.

"Hahaha, I kindly invited you to drink, but you responded by using hidden weapons to toast a scholar like me. This is really disgraceful."

After saying this, talent gushed out from his body, and the gushing momentum lifted up the bamboo leaves on the ground.

The gust of wind lifted up Luochen's robe, revealing a token with three big words "Tianru Star" written on it.

Then, Luo Chen waved his sleeves, and suddenly a large amount of talent attached to the bamboo leaves, facing the hidden weapons scattered in the sky.

After a series of clanging sounds, all the hidden weapons in the sky were shot down.

"Play the zither, drink fine wine, and sing sword songs by the Yishui River."

Luochen slowly sat up and waved towards the wine jar. Suddenly, the wine in the jar was drawn and flowed around Luochen.

Then Luo Chen put his fingers together like swords, and the wine was manipulated to turn into countless water swords, flying towards the bamboo forest.

“Puff—Puff—”

The sound of blood gushing out was heard in the bamboo forest, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground one after another.

Luo Chen put down the jar of wine in his hand and sighed slightly, "Alas, it's a pity to waste half of my good wine. It's such a pity."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luochen's figure had disappeared in the courtyard.

Inside the bamboo forest, the ground was full of assassins in black lying on the ground, all without a breath.

In a martial arts school in a small town, it was late at night and many students of the school had already fallen asleep.

“Puff, puff, puff—”

A continuous and dull sound kept echoing in the courtyard. Looking for the source of the sound, I saw a training room dimly lit by candlelight.

Inside the room, there was a shirtless martial artist with a muscular body and muscular body. He was waving his fists. Even though he was waving his fists at the air, there were sonic booms.

Sweat dripped along the texture of his muscles, forming small stains on the ground.

Suddenly, the martial artist's ears moved slightly, as if he had sensed something, and his eyes, as sharp as a tiger's, looked outside the house.

At this moment, outside the house, a group of killers with sharp blades were lurking silently in every corner of the martial arts hall.

"snort--"

The martial artist snorted coldly, shook his wrist slightly, and walked out the door silently.

That night, fist energy soared into the sky, flames exploded, and the martial artist killed all the assassins who sneaked into the martial arts gym with his fire-burning explosive fist.

As dawn approached, the martial artist quietly left the martial arts hall with a package and disappeared into the straight street.

Inside the package, there was a heavy black token, proving the identity of this person.

Tonight, killings broke out everywhere.

Tonight, the Qin family of Tianshui would never have imagined that the family had been dragged into the vortex of conspiracy.