Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Chapter 85 Li Fu? Whose disciple is he?

In Pingliang County, everyone knows that Master Wang Chongyu and his son Wang Zheliu are the local devils.

Relying on the power of the Wang family of Suzhou and the lucrative position of the Flower and Stone Transport Commissioner, the father and son held absolute power in Pingliang County.

They forcibly seized farmland, bullied and monopolized the market, and would seize any woman they fancied by trickery and force.

If the maids and servants in the mansion did anything to displease them, they would be whipped at best, and beaten to death or thrown into a mass grave at worst, and all that was done was to pay a few taels of silver in compensation.

Colleagues in the government office?

Who dares to interfere?

Not only did they dare not interfere, they also had to frequently come to curry favor and show filial piety.

Yet the son of such a local tyrant died outside, his death shrouded in mystery, his body vanished, buried in the desert!

Rumor has it that he died at the hands of a minor constable.

For Wang Chongyu, this was not only the pain of losing his son, but also a great humiliation.

Just then, a young maid, who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, walked in timidly with her head down, carrying freshly brewed hot tea.

She was clearly terrified by the master's roar; her steps faltered, and as she approached, she stumbled, the tray in her hand tilted, and the celadon teacup flew out.

It crashed onto the velvet carpet at Wang Chongyu's feet. Though it didn't break, the tea splashed onto the hem of his luxurious brocade robe and the top of his boots.

The atmosphere inside the hall froze instantly.

The young maid was terrified and fell to her knees with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly: "Master, spare me! Master, spare me! I didn't mean to, I—"

"Useless trash, blind fools!"

Wang Chongyu's anger had nowhere to go, and now it was as if he had found an outlet. He kicked the maid hard in the chest.

The maid screamed and collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood and nearly losing her breath.

"This maid looks unfamiliar. Where did you buy her?"

Wang Fu quickly bowed and replied, "Reporting to Master, this is Qinghe, a maid we just bought into the manor last month to work as a servant."

His parents couldn't pay our land rent, so they sold their daughter to us.

"No wonder.

Someone come here!

Drag this stupid, pig-like slut away and beat her severely!

"Killed her, wrapped her in a tattered mat, and sent her back to her peasant parents."

Wang Chongyu roared fiercely.

Immediately, two servants rushed in like wolves and tigers, ignoring the maid's cries and pleas for mercy, and dragged her out.

Butler Wang Fu remained expressionless, clearly used to this kind of thing.

The master is taking out his hatred for Li Fu on this maid.

But who told this maid to be so blind?

In this oppressive and terrifying atmosphere.

A servant, bowing low, hurried in carrying a carrier pigeon: "Master, there's a message delivered by carrier pigeon."

Wang Fu quickly took it, removed the paper from the small bamboo tube on the pigeon's leg, unfolded it, and a fawning smile appeared on his face. He quickly ran to Wang Chongyu and presented it with both hands.

"Sir, great news! Incredible good news!"

Wang Chongyu, still furious, said in a gruff voice.

"What good news? If it's unimportant, I'll punish you too!"

Wang Fu hurriedly said, "It's about the bounty. You wanted a master to take it, and now news has spread throughout the martial world that your bounty of ten thousand taels of gold has been taken by the 'Twelve Fiends'!"

"The Twelve Ominous Signs?"

Wang Chongyu's anger subsided slightly. He snatched the note and squinted to read it carefully.

He was not entirely ignorant of the affairs of the martial world, especially the infamous reputation of the "Twelve Fierce Characters," which he had heard of.

"But the Twelve Deadly Sins who assassinated Qiao Wenxi, the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, Fang Buping, the Meteor Chasing the Moon Swordsman, and Lu Wengong, the Golden Pen Hero who used a pair of golden pens to mark the entire Hunan region."

'

"Yes, it's them!"

Wang Fu nodded repeatedly and said, "It is said that among those who died at their hands were Du Meng, the chief of Lianyun Village, known as 'Turning River Dragon,' and the previous leader of the 'Five Poisons Sect of Lingnan'—both were very important figures in the martial arts world!"

These twelve fierce warriors have never failed in their attacks!

"That Li Fu—this time he's surely doomed!"

As Wang Chongyu looked at the brief message on the note, the ferocity on his face was gradually replaced by a cold smile that mixed with pleasure and cruelty.

He could almost see Li Fuqi's tragic death, his head severed from his body.

"Good—good, the twelve fierce signs, hahahaha!"

He suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the luxurious yet cold hall, particularly jarring.

"Li Fu, Li Fu, no matter how many heads and six arms you have, you are doomed this time. You killed my son, and I will make you pay for my son's life!"

Ten thousand taels of gold?

Worth it! Absolutely worth it!

The sensational case of the serial robbery of treasures in Yanzhou has been solved. The real culprit is Dai Yue, the head of the Iron Prison. The case also involves Tianpeng, a martial arts master in the southwest. The bizarre and convoluted details of the case quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys.

In teahouses and taverns, storytellers speak with great enthusiasm.

In the streets and alleys, people whispered among themselves.

Li Fu, the head constable, quickly became a household name in Yanzhou, and his fame spread far and wide.

At the same time, there was another event that made Li Fu's name resound in Yanzhou and throughout the martial arts world—the mystery of the Jinlou Shaxu treasure.

During his previous trip to Jinlou Shaxu, Li Fu killed Tuoba Que, thus solving the mystery of the treasure in Jinlou Shaxu.

However, all the people who experienced this incident were martial arts practitioners from various places, and none of them were locals from Yanzhou. After returning home, they all rested and recuperated.

After that, the matter gradually spread throughout the martial arts world, causing quite a stir.

The Golden Tower and Sand Ruins, already shrouded in mystery and danger due to the legend of its immense wealth and the numerous masters, including the ten masters led by Master Jiuzhang, who disappeared or died there.

Now the truth is out: a demon who kills by burrowing into the desert, a soul-stealing being hidden in the sandstorm, a demon who can release information about treasures, a demon who practices by sucking blood, and an ambitious descendant of the Western Regions royal family plotting to restore their kingdom—

Each and every one of these events was unbelievable, yet breathtaking.

The fact that the one who uncovered all of this and ultimately killed the demon Tuoba Que was just an unknown constable and head constable in the martial arts world is truly bizarre and surprising.

"Li Fu?"

Whose outstanding talents are these? Whose disciple is this?

"So young, yet possessing such skill?"

"Tuoba Que?"

I've never heard of this person. Is he really that powerful? Even the famous elders of the Laoshan School are no match for him?

"That's just bragging. If I were to run into them, I'd settle things in three sword strikes!"

"Hmph, you're just a newborn calf with big mouths. Do you even know who Master Jiuzhang is? And what kind of martial arts those ten masters possessed? Even they were defeated here!"

In the martial arts world, some marveled and praised it, some were curious and inquisitive, but many more were skeptical and unconvinced.

Those young swordsmen who felt they had mastered their skills and descended the mountain, arrogant and proud, scoffed at such a sudden fame, as if acknowledging others would make them feel inferior.

The debate over authenticity and the competition between superior and inferior are simply adding color to the world of martial arts, and are nothing unusual.

But in any case, the name Li Fu eventually spread.

However, fame doesn't always bring glory; sometimes it also brings trouble.