Origin Paradise!

The young woman died on the spot.

"Hmph, how dare a mere lowly woman slander my master? Even if we killed him, so what? You think you can beat the drum of justice?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the soldier arrogantly wiped the blood from his palm.

He turned around and gave someone a provocative look.

Jiang Wuyang gained the favor of the Prince of Anbei, Zhu, the prefect, was promoted to dispatcher, and the deputy general Du Chang held real power over 6,000 troops.

But what about him?

Nobody cared or paid any attention.

If that's the case, then accepting the Yan family's offer would certainly lead to a bright future.

If he had recruited them earlier, he wouldn't have been overshadowed by a seventeen-year-old boy, a crude deputy general who couldn't read a single word, and a prefect who only knew how to steal credit.

"Who doesn't want to climb the ranks?" the recruit thought to himself.

An eerie silence.

An unexpected event occurred: the man who had beaten the drum to appeal for justice died, the young master turned around in astonishment, and the shadow of the Yan family shivered.

"Father."

“Master, you even kept it from me.”

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted in outrage.

Jiang He remained expressionless. Looking back, he noticed that the seal of the deputy commander on the table was gone.

Prefect Zhu sighed repeatedly.

"How could it come to this? How could it come to this!"

Chapter 124 Official Seal

The gate of the North City Commandery.

A fierce outburst of curses erupted, and the words about enlisting in the army completely ignited the anger in the hearts of the onlookers. Several martial arts practitioners in the crowd drew their swords, and a conflict was imminent.

Jiang He walked up to Canjun.

“My lord, I also have ambitions.”

Did I ask you?

Jiang He didn't take it seriously. Everyone has ambitions, which is normal. But killing the young woman and putting him on the fire would make it difficult to resolve their personal grudges.

The military advisor said confidently, "I know you are highly skilled and may be able to compete with a grandmaster. But this is not a martial arts contest in front of the palace. I am a fifth-rank military advisor registered in the Anbei Governor's Office. I'm afraid your martial arts skills are not enough to challenge the rules of the entire Yizhou."

Jiang He nodded and said, "Given your current situation, the Prince's Mansion can no longer tolerate you. The only forces that can make you willing to do this, even to the point of being overjoyed and daring to provoke us, are either the Great Ming Sect or the Yan Family."

The military advisor smiled faintly: "The current Grand Secretary is not necessarily inferior to the Governor-General Wang."

Jiang He said to herself, "But there are actually other possibilities."

The soldier looked puzzled, then suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He stiffly looked down and saw that his chest had been pierced by an arm.

"How dare you…"

The onlooker, Prefect Zhu, turned deathly pale.

Jiang He reached out and pushed the other man's forehead, causing the soldier's corpse to fall backward.

Yan Jiaying shouted from the crowd.

"He's going to kill me to silence me!"

But to his surprise, the enraged crowd quieted down again.

"These are... barbarians!?"

"Go up and see if there's any disguise."

"How could barbarians be here? There must be a conspiracy!"

"Winter is almost here, and the barbarians are marching south. Could it be that the Yi people have allied with the barbarians?"

An older wanderer stepped forward. Seeing that the Duke of Pingluan had no intention of stopping him, he leaned closer and examined the soldier's face.

After his death, he was revealed to have blond hair and blue eyes.

A moment later, the wandering swordsman stood up and shook his head at the onlookers.

"They are barbarians, without a doubt."

Jiang He clasped his hands in a fist salute to the crowd: "Gentlemen, there are many hidden details in today's events. It was not easy for me to lure out this spy. It involves the safety of the entire Yizhou. Please allow the Northern Military Command to investigate carefully. We will give you a reply another day."

Prefect Zhu stepped forward and said, "The war comes first, close the gate."

Yan Jiaying was still determined to persist in the argument, but was pulled away by the young master.

"Master!"

"It's pointless. No amount of righteous anger can compare to the pain that cuts to one's own skin. That prefect was right; war comes first."

The litigation gates of the Northern Military Commandery were closed.

Jiang He smashed the soldier's head with a single punch and took out a contact lens from it.

This contact lens was actually a monocle used for disguise. After its appearance was altered by the prop, the disguise brooch, it was slapped into the soldier's eye socket.

The previous pointless exchanges were simply to wait for the renovation to be completed.

Upon seeing the soldier's head explode, Prefect Zhu's expression was complex.

The next second, my heart, which had just settled, jumped again.

Jiang He whispered something to Zhuang Ya around her neck, then looked up.

“Since everyone here is present, the thief should step forward.”

This time, Jiang He used hypnosis to speak.

Most of the embroidered messengers in the courtroom looked bewildered.

Zhuang Ya climbed up to her ear and whispered something.

Jiang He walked up to the centurion who had delivered the cattle earlier.

When a person experiences different emotions, their body temperature changes accordingly. For example, fear and anxiety tend to be concentrated in the chest area. Zhuang Ya is a snake and has basic thermal imaging capabilities, so she can act as a simple lie detector.

"You only get one chance."

The indifferent voice was right next to me.

The centurion trembled slightly, and a headless corpse still lay on the ground.

"Lord, I didn't take it!" the centurion replied through gritted teeth. The official seal had been secretly sent out in the chaos just now, and he really couldn't take it out. Losing the official seal was a serious crime, and being demoted one rank was the minimum. A Commander's Seal could theoretically mobilize hundreds of Embroidered-Robe Envoys who were low-ranking martial artists. Although the superior's token was more crucial, its importance was still self-evident.

"Then I remembered it wrong. Actually, I put the stamp in the box."

Jiang He casually picked up the wooden box from the table and stuffed it into the other person's arms.

"The situation is chaotic today. You keep this for me tonight. If you can't hand it in tomorrow, I'll hold you responsible."

Prefect Zhu secretly praised the Earl, who had already mastered the art of shirking responsibility without being taught. This, like taking the blame, was one of their survival skills.

Baihu hesitated, wanting to open the box and refuse, but seeing the headless corpse not far away, he was terrified. This man was truly ruthless. He was only working for the Yan family, not tired of living. Besides, the Yan family head's orders were no different from the Prime Minister's requirements. He was being loyal to the court.

"It was...it was someone else who stole it..."

"Then let's investigate thoroughly. Whoever you think it is, we'll investigate them today. If we can't find out, then you can slowly explain to me why you suspect them."

After a long pause, the centurion lowered his head. He neither wanted to die nor dared to betray the Yan family. The best option was to take the blame himself and return the wooden box the next day. He would be burdened with the serious crime of losing the official seal and would inevitably have to take off his official robes, but he would not be beheaded.

Jiang He patted the other person on the shoulder: "Go ahead, you're allowed to leave early today."

Baihu left with heavy steps.

Prefect Zhu stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Lord, how will the Commandery respond to the outside world regarding today's events?"

"Anyway, the storm has passed, so I'll leave it to you."

Jiang He turned and left.

Prefect Zhu stood there, speechless, never expecting that the other party had even learned to exploit his subordinates.

……

night.

Baihu returned to his home in the north of the city.

There were people waiting in the courtyard for a long time.

The short man standing by the water vat was washing his knife. This was a habit he had developed in his early years as a wandering swordsman. If the bloodstains were not cleaned, unless it was a famous sword or a precious blade, it would rust sooner or later. Later, he became a retainer of the Yan family and then became the shadow of the shadow. He still kept the habit of washing his knife to remind himself not to forget the days when he licked blood off his blade.

"Even so, it's still a bit too slow," the short man sighed softly. He had almost failed that afternoon. The magistrate's decisive and swift action was awe-inspiring. He wasn't particularly interested in the chaotic drumming and pleading.

"Who are you!"

Baihu shouted loudly, hoping to remind his family, while he himself slowly moved to a different location.

"Can't you see?" The short man pointed to the doorway. "Your wife, children, parents, brother and sister-in-law, I've arranged them all neatly for you. Now all that's missing is you. Come on, let's go."

Baihu stared blankly at the row of heads, then slapped himself across the face. The pain on his face wasn't severe, but he felt a tearing pain in his heart.

"You...you bunch of江湖人!!"

"Don't say that. We're all working for the Yan family. The difference is that you're going to die, while I'm still useful."

The short man gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"But it's just a matter of dying first or dying later."

Baihu threw away the box, the lid flew off, and the box was empty. He drew his golden-patterned sword and leaped forward to slash, as if he had completely lost his mind.

Chapter 125 The Death of a Grandmaster

The small courtyard of my home.

Enraged and filled with grief, the centurion leaped several meters, raised his golden-patterned sword high with both hands, and, supported by the Chongshan Technique, a basic martial art of the Anbei Army, swung his sword with all his might at the enemy who had wiped out his entire family.

The attack was a desperate strike, and the momentum was impressive, but the skill of a beginner mid-level martial artist was far too weak for a grandmaster.

In the eyes of the short man, his opponent was full of flaws. He ran two fingers across the blade, and a string of water droplets fell to the ground with a patter. He stepped forward and drew his sword. Under the moonlight, the blade gleamed coldly, like a swallow gliding through the air, with no predetermined trajectory.

As the golden-patterned blade slashed down, the short man had already reached behind his opponent, and a spray of blood flew out.

The centurion was torn apart in mid-air, his body severed at the waist, and his golden-patterned sword clattered to the ground.

With a breath still lingering, the centurion braced himself on the ground, about to turn and charge at his enemy in a desperate attempt, when a lingering glint of a blade arrived belatedly and severed his head.

Superior Martial Arts - Swallowtail Blade

"I thought you were going to step in to save this person and exterminate his entire family. Wouldn't it be perfect to take him in as a pawn?"

The short man looked towards the courtyard wall, where a handsome and refined young man was sitting. He was tall and slender with cold eyes. Since he had taken off his scarlet official robes, his white single garment was slightly thin. Judging from his appearance, he was only a teenager, but his gaze was so cold that there was no trace of immaturity or naivety.

"Lord, just how many people have you killed?"

The short man exclaimed in amazement. Traveling the world, if one lacked a pair of sharp eyes, one might very well meet a tragic end in the Northwest. He had seen the ruthless Elder Du Nan of the Demonic Sect, and he had also encountered martial arts prodigies who were willing to cultivate demonic arts despite their deep-seated hatred. Not to mention criminals, villains, and executioners, but none of them possessed this illusory yet overwhelmingly bloody aura.

Just as livestock fear a butcher, ordinary ghosts and demons would only retreat in the face of this lord.

Jiang He landed on the courtyard wall, a steel light appearing in his hand. He gripped the silver spear tightly, held it with one hand, and charged forward. A dark red, intense light shone from the not-so-sharp spear tip, and his figure seemed to trail a ribbon in the night.

clang!

The short man who was defending with his sword turned pale. In the instant the sword and spear clashed, an unimaginable force struck. Relying on his skill and experience, he quickly used his internal force technique to deflect half of the force, causing his clothes to explode and fly away.

The powerful true energy was poured into the blade, protecting the longsword that had been with him for many years from collapsing.

Jiang He thrust his spear again, and a dark red light suddenly burst forth before his eyes.

The short man nimbly shifted to the side, placing his knife at his side.

Ding!

This time, the nearly broken Longyin was no more.

Due to the surging force, the short man's left foot sank deep into the floor, yet he still managed to step forward. His long sword, enveloped in true energy, became significantly heavier. The blade rubbed against the spear shaft, sparks flying, as it aimed directly at the enemy's head.