Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

Six doors, hall

Bai Xingling twirled her teacup. Jian Wu and Yun Wuji had already been settled by Su An. According to the two of them, they wanted to play in Lingnan for a while.

"Is it really possible to cut out your other side and make it a weapon spirit?" Bai Xingling murmured, her eyes wide with amazement.

“Spiritual weapons can live forever, but if they are without a master, they are no different from humans,” Bai Xingling said, scratching her head.

“Some people’s pursuit of the Tao is beyond your expectations,” Li Junsu said calmly.

There have been many such people in history, the most typical being the black-clad prime minister under the Prince of Yan.

He assisted the Prince of Yan only to incite him to rebel. After the Prince of Yan succeeded, he went on to teach the Crown Prince. He had little interest in power and only wanted the world to know his talent.

"They only know the ways of Heaven, but ignore the will of the people."

This is the most representative sentence of the Black-Robed Chancellor, and it was also spoken by him personally.

There's General Zong, who only wanted to cross the river; Bailixi, who achieved great things late in life; and the actor-emperor. Throughout history, there have been countless people who devoted their entire lives to a vague goal—unconventional seekers of the Tao.

Jian Wu was a sword fanatic who was extremely obsessed with the way of the sword. He could even master the ruthless sword technique. Only the way of the sword could catch his eye.

If I hadn't fooled Jian Wu once, it would have been really difficult to have a friendship with him.

Now, he is progressing alongside his sword. If Jian Wu were to truly become a celestial soldier, he might even surpass his master.

"Now that you mention it, there really have been quite a few people with this kind of stubbornness in human history." Bai Xingling nodded upon hearing this.

Bai Qi was the founder of the Killing Dao Scripture that Li Junsu possessed.

After the Battle of Changping, Bai Qi wanted to destroy the Zhao state in one fell swoop, but later Fan, who was jealous, made the Han and Zhao states cede territory to sue for peace.

Later, when the King of Qin wanted to attack the State of Zhao again, Bai Qi knew that it was impossible to conquer it and repeatedly refused. He was eventually ordered to commit suicide by the King of Qin.

Bai Qi was decisive; he simply committed suicide.

The same thing happened to Xiang Yu later. Feeling he had no words to face the elders of Jiangdong, he also committed suicide without hesitation.

Later generations even created the famous line, "Even now, we think of Xiang Yu, who refused to cross the Yangtze River," to mock the weakness of the dynasty.

"Now I understand why the Xia people were able to occupy the Central Plains and call other ethnic groups 'barbarians'," Bai Xingling exclaimed.

There is a world of difference between savagery and bloodthirstiness.

"Pack up and head back to the Demon Clan," Li Junsu said noncommittally.

“There’s not enough time. You’ll be going to the Imperial Guard soon. We’ll go after things are settled in the capital,” Bai Xingling shook her head and explained.

"This guy is going into seclusion next," Bai Xingling thought to herself.

It will take two or three years to emerge from the ancestral lands for training. We need to keep an eye on the Golden Guard, especially since the geniuses from various factions are starting to exert their strength.

Li Junsu is definitely going to take advantage of this free time to go into seclusion.

"Does the training take a long time?" Li Junsu frowned and looked at Bai Xingling.

"It will take at least two years." Bai Xingling held up two fingers.

“In that case, once the situation stabilizes, I will go into seclusion for two years.” Upon hearing this, Li Junsu nodded slightly.

It's not possible right now; it will take some time.

"Go into seclusion, there's no rush," Bai Xingling said with a smile, clapping her hands.

Without the White Lotus Saintess hovering in front of her, Bai Xingling wasn't in such a hurry.

"Okay, keep an eye on Xiaoyue and keep an eye on Su An." Li Junsu stood up and gave him a word of advice.

"Don't worry, what happens to those two little ones every time you go into seclusion?" Bai Xingling mocked.

Li Junsu treats others differently than he treats himself. He is very lenient with others and strict with himself, which makes people feel comfortable. Li Junsu rarely makes Su An and Bei Menyue work overtime.

Every time, these two little guys would stay put and refuse to leave, even just staring at Li Junsu.

Bai Xingling was speechless at the two of them, completely oblivious to the fact that she was always following Li Junsu around.

Su An and Bei Men Yue were green with envy at Bai Xingling's position, and they were both cultivating, hoping to one day oust Bai Xingling from it.

"With you here, I feel at ease." Li Junsu nodded and walked out of the main hall.

"You're smart to know what's good for you." Bai Xingling's lips curled up.

"Weren't you supposed to be in seclusion? What are you doing outside?" Bai Xingling asked.

"A typhoon is coming." Li Junsu watched the dark clouds drift by, his hem billowing in the wind, and walked towards the training ground.

"Isn't it inappropriate to practice the Heavenly Blood Rain at this time?" Bai Xingling clearly thought of something and came out.

"Heavenly Blood Rain, Dragon-Turning Leg, Tiger-Subduing True Explanation—once this guy comes out, the martial arts world will be in for a treat." Bai Xingling thought to herself with a touch of malice as she considered the martial arts techniques Li Junsu needed to cultivate.

Sure enough, the dark clouds at the training ground slowly turned blood-red, and specks of scarlet blood rained down.

Bai Xingling snapped her fingers, and a transparent light shield enveloped the training ground.

Every time Li Junsu practiced his cultivation technique, she was responsible for preventing these things from getting out.

The scent of blood is fine, and even the constables find it pleasant, but the scent of death, once it spreads out, can cause great harm to the common people.

"Wow... a perfect match!" Bai Xingling grinned as she looked at the suddenly falling red demonic lightning.

The perfect fit of the techniques means that you don't need to practice and understand them too much; you can master them effortlessly right away.

Then, the red thunderclouds slowly turned black, and the deathly aura became active again.

Black lightning struck, and the rain carried a deathly chill. Li Junsu, standing in the middle, rubbed his temples.

Those who get their internal energy disrupted by the blood rain at the foot of the mountain will perform well on the battlefield.

But if it turns into a rain of deathly energy... anyone who touches it under the mountain will die. Although it suits him well, Li Junsu still felt a little tired.

Black lightning struck down recklessly, and the wind whipped up by the deathly aura was enough to make an ordinary person's life flash before their eyes.

"On the battlefield... I'm invincible." Li Junsu thought optimistically at the end.

He couldn't remove the death aura either, which was fine.

"Is the master practicing martial arts again?" The guard at the door was clearly used to it, glancing at the strange phenomenon with a sense of normalcy before expressing his admiration.

Let alone guarding, the common people are used to the comings and goings of people. It's just that the hero is practicing his skills, so what's the big deal?

People from outside Lingnan would be terrified if they came here, and you call this a hero?

The people of Lingnan were indeed like that; they even started praising Li Junsu as soon as they learned that it was Li Junsu practicing his skills.

Especially after Annam was destroyed, the people had another place to go, which further increased their approval of Li Junsu.

The same applies to trade routes; Annam is an undeveloped treasure trove with abundant resources.

Ying Zizhao is currently in charge of the Chamber of Commerce in Annam, and he also serves as the chief constable of Annam City.

Ying Zizhao was, after all, a direct disciple of the Nightmare Demon Palace Master, and her strength was not weak.

But back then, He Ning was above her, so she had no chance to stand out.

If she dares to run away, she'll be beheaded.