Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

The magistrate insisted on taking Li to the banquet, and they found a side seat for him to sit down.

Li Fu, dressed in a black official uniform, stood out conspicuously amidst the brocades and silks and martial arts attire that filled the room.

At first glance, the guests at the nearby tables noticed that he was young and dressed in a constable's uniform. He sat at the table with his brows slightly furrowed or his lips slightly pursed, revealing an undisguised contempt.

However, in no time at all, Li Fu, who had just pushed aside two carriages with both hands, flew into the hall as if he had grown wings.

The message was quietly passed on amidst the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts.

Those who heard it for the first time were all surprised and doubtful. After repeatedly asking the servants at the door for confirmation, their surprise and doubt turned into shock.

"Oh? Is that so? Those two carts must have carried at least several thousand kilograms..."

"Absolutely true! Both Duan Gang and Han Wenyuan, the two renowned constables, were present and witnessed it firsthand!"

"With a single press of his hands, he shifted a chariot weighing a thousand pounds several feet to the side? Without even breaking a sweat? This... what kind of profound internal strength does that require?"

"How could someone like that become a lowly constable?"

"Incredible!"

"A true master doesn't reveal their abilities!"

Whispers began to rise, and the previously disdainful gazes now turned entirely towards Li Fushi.

Surprise, doubt, inquiry, and curiosity all transformed into respect for the martial arts master.

People in the martial arts world admire strength the most.

A burly, square-faced man was the first to leave his seat, carrying a wine cup and striding over to Li Fu's table. His voice boomed, "Hahaha, young brother, are you Li Fu from Qingping County?"

I heard that you showed me some amazing skills, pushing a cart with both palms as if it were nothing!

I, Zhou Meng, the master of the Mountain Pusher Palm, admire men of true skill the most in my life!

Let me raise a glass to you!

May I ask which master you studied under, my friend?

His gaze was intense, full of intent to make friends.

Li Fu remained calm and composed, showing neither pride nor flattery. He picked up the cup of tea in front of him and said, "Master Zhou, you flatter me."

My skills are meager, my apprenticeship is shallow, and they are not worth mentioning.

I've seen tea used in place of wine before.

His words were humble, his demeanor composed, and his bearing impressed Zhou Meng, who nodded in approval.

After Zhao Meng started, several other people immediately stepped forward.

A middle-aged scholar in a blue robe, sword at his side, strolled over, cupped his hands in greeting, and said with a smile, "I am Mr. Iron Sword..."

Before Li arrived at the banquet, he was surrounded by many people, some of whom were generous in making friends with him, some of whom were probing him with words, and some of whom were trying to recruit him.

They chatted warmly and were constantly offered tea.

Li remained calm and composed throughout the situation, handling everything appropriately.

His speech was humble and polite, neither servile nor arrogant; his demeanor was calm and generous, and his natural poise was evident.

His composure and calmness impressed everyone.

The county magistrate, left out in the cold, watched as Li Fu was the center of attention, his smile stiff.

Several times he tried to interject or strike up a conversation with the wealthy customer, but he was always interrupted by other people's words, and hardly anyone paid him any attention.

These powerful and influential figures from the martial arts world looked down on him, a mere scholarly county magistrate, leaving him in an awkward situation.

The character for "longevity" hangs prominently in the center of the hall, resplendent in gold.

The God of Longevity should have been seated in the main position.

But Master Mu was nowhere to be seen.

Only the other three masters of the Mu family entertained the guests.

Enjoying fragrant tea and fine wine, the guests and hosts seemed to be having a great time.

However, the birthday celebrant was slow to show up and express his gratitude, which was ultimately a breach of etiquette.

"These guests have come from afar to offer their birthday wishes; how can we treat them with such indifference?"

The eldest patriarch of the Mu family, Mu Tianying, had a silver beard that swept across his chest, white eyebrows that drooped to his cheeks, a tall and slender figure, and a kind face.

He frowned slightly and quietly summoned his personal servant.

"Go to the inner quarters and check on the Second Master."

What has caused such a long delay?

The old servant accepted the order and hurried away.

"My...Master,"

Before long, his face turned ashen, and he stumbled back to the front of the hall, his face filled with panic and helplessness.

The third master of the Mu family, Mu Tianhao, had black and white hair and a long, flowing beard. He was always cold and arrogant. Upon seeing this, he rebuked him in a low voice.

"What's the panic! This is an unseemly display, a disgrace to the Mu family!"

"Master! Third Master! Fourth Master!"

The old servant fell to his knees with a thud, his voice trembling so much he could barely speak.

"Second Master...Second Master, he..."

He whispered a few words of bad news in his ear,

The three Mu family patriarchs were struck dumb, leaping up from their rosewood armchairs with wide-open eyes, utterly incredulous!

This was especially true of Fourth Master Mu Tianjie.

He had thick eyebrows and piercing eyes, and possessed a particularly violent temper.

Upon hearing this, his eyes widened like saucers, and he stood up with excessive force.

With a loud crack, the chair seat collapsed!

He grabbed the old servant by the collar, his beard and hair bristling, and growled in a low, hoarse voice:

"What did you say?! Say it again!"

The old servant was overcome with grief and wept uncontrollably.

"The Second Master...he...has been murdered!"

The words "murdered" struck like a thunderbolt from the heavens, abruptly silencing the lively atmosphere of the birthday banquet hall.

The room was deathly silent.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. Had they misheard? Had something happened to Second Master Mu?

Li Fu was also taken aback when he heard this during the meal.

On a joyous birthday celebration, the birthday celebrant has died?

After a moment of deathly silence, screams erupted, a cacophony of voices filled the air, and chaos ensued.

The three elders of the Mu family, disregarding everything else, were filled with grief and indignation and rushed straight to the east wing of the inner courtyard!

The guests were horrified and followed closely behind.

A figure of unparalleled stature in the martial arts world of Yanzhou died silently on his birthday.

The crowd surged toward the east wing courtyard.

Several servants stood motionless in the corridor, their faces ashen, like clay or wooden sculptures.

Several female relatives who rushed to the scene upon hearing the news were already heartbroken and weeping uncontrollably.

Mu Tianying forced open the door, suppressing his grief and anger. He was startled and stood frozen by the door!

The new house was originally decorated in bright red for the birthday celebration, but now it is even more shockingly red!

The ground was covered in blood, almost soaking through the bricks.

The strong, pungent smell of blood assaulted my nostrils!

Second Master Mu Tianxiong lay in a pool of blood, the longevity character still visible on his brand-new brocade robe, half of his body limply leaning against the leg of the nanmu wood table.

He clutched his chest tightly with one hand; the fatal wounds were deep enough to expose the bone, and there was more than one!

The bloodstains started from the open door and splattered all the way to the corpse.

The elders of the Mu family have seen all sorts of things, and none of the guests here are ordinary people; they are all important figures in both the legitimate and underworld circles of Yanzhou.

But upon seeing this, they were all shaken and incredulous.

The Mu brothers trembled all over, tears streaming down their faces.

The women collapsed to the ground in tears.

Mu Tianying, suppressing her boundless grief, supported her second brother's widow, who was on the verge of fainting.

"Sister-in-law...please accept my deepest condolences...my second brother's blood feud..."

My two brothers and I...swear to avenge our second brother with our lives!

"Shin...Shin is dead..."

"The venerable hero Mu... has fallen victim to such a cruel act..."

The crowd was still incredulous and began to discuss among themselves.

"Who is the murderer?!"

The crowd was immediately outraged.

The third brother, Mu Tianhao, gritted his teeth, his facial muscles taut like iron, his joints cracking and popping, and his eyes filled with murderous intent as cold as ice.

"Who?! Who harmed my second brother?!"

The fourth brother cried out and roared incessantly, pounding his chest with his fists, unable to vent the resentment and murderous intent within him.

He rushed to his second brother's body.

"Second brother, second brother, tell me who stole your life and killed you. I will tear him to pieces to avenge you."

The eldest son of the Mu family was the first to recover from his grief and forced himself to remain calm, saying, "My brother in the family has been murdered. I think it would be better to report this to the authorities first."

He instructed his servants to report to the authorities immediately.

Among the guests was a person who said.

"Speaking of which, among those of us who came to congratulate Master Mu on his birthday, there is a county magistrate and a constable, and two of them are famous constables in the world, aren't they?"

"With two renowned constables, Chief Constable Duan and Chief Constable Han, here, let them take a look quickly. It will help solve the case and find the real culprit."

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly understood, their eyes flashing like lightning.

They all turned their attention to Duan and Han in the crowd.

Li Fu was dressed in a black official uniform.

It stands out even amidst the magnificent decorations.

However, seeing that he was young and had a delicate face,

Most eyes glanced over it.

The focus remains on two renowned constables who have handled countless cases.