More importantly, the burly man’s forehead also bore a crimson seal, which undeniably revealed his true identity.
The little beggar was inwardly anxious and burning with worry, yet outwardly maintained a smiling deanor, dodging around while shouting at the burly man, "Hey, don’t just stand there, make a move. Otherwise, all your n will be down."
The burly man turned a deaf ear to the little beggar’s "taunt."
As long as he could force out the opponent’s trump card, it was worth it even if his n were all killed or injured.
Seeing the opponent not taking the bait, the little beggar rolled his eyes in frustration, feeling his strength about to be depleted, he had no choice but to use his last move.
In the next second, the little beggar flicked his left hand, and a sharp small knife the length of a forefinger appeared between his fingers instantly.
Swish!
A streak of Sword Light silently pierced through the air, directly aid at the burly man’s face, with lightning-fast speed.
"Good timing!" The burly man’s eyes flashed, suddenly shouted, his right hand grabbed forward like lightning, instantly catching the attacking knife.
Seeing this scene, the little beggar’s face showed despair, but he still summoned his last bit of strength, dashed away far towards the back of the temple.
There lay his last Life Path: the dog hole.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans, two people were already guarding outside the dog hole, blocking the little beggar.
This delay allowed the burly man to catch up tily.
The two exchanged just a few moves, and the little beggar was ultimately defeated, finally having his head crushed with a palm.
Upon the little beggar’s death, the burly man couldn’t help showing a slight smile, imdiately searched the beggar’s body, then stood up with a grim expression.
After waiting for a while more, no strange phenona occurred.
Seeing this situation, the burly man’s old face turned so grim it seed like water could drip off it, and he had no choice but to wave his hand, instructing his n to return to the hall.
anwhile, chaos erupted throughout the small town due to several incidents, with three murder cases alone, resulting in over twenty deaths.
In the past hundred years, Mingxi Town had never encountered such a case with heavy casualties.
In less than a day, the town’s atmosphere beca unusually oppressive, streets grew cold and deserted, and townspeople were too frightened to venture outside.
At the sa ti, Chief Liu and other Governnt Officials beca the busiest people, not only urgently reporting the case to the county’s governnt office but also deploying manpower to investigate the cri scenes, getting worn out in the process, exhausted like dogs.
Of course, that’s a story for later, let’s not ntion it for now.
After Zhao Sheng parted ways with the middle-aged scholar, Chen San quickly found him.
Chen San looked at his master with a face full of bitterness and grievance, constantly lanting his difficulties, hoping the master would not leave him alone, or else he wouldn’t be able to explain to the lord and such.
Zhao Sheng casually dismissed him while heading ho.
...
An hour later, Zhao Sheng sent Chen San away and ca to the study to sit quietly and ponder.
After half a day’s probing, he had already summarized several pieces of information: first, all "Immortal Ruins Guests" were sealed with a blood mark, reduced to Mortals;
Second, the town hid many secrets, and the "gate" to escape might be concealed behind so secret, finding it was a challenge;
Third, how to maneuver among other Immortal Ruins Guests and survive was the greatest challenge. After all, the identities of the cultivators were unknown, origins were unknown, and powers were unknown. There were even many who harbored evil intentions, mutual trust was completely absent.
Fourth, there were many clues, but where to start?
Fifth, ...
Zhao Sheng pondered for a long ti, finally deciding to tackle multiple issues at once.
Hence, he stood up and left the study, quickly found Chen San and instructed him to fetch the head steward.
Next, Zhao Sheng proactively approached his "parents," using soft coaxing to obtain two hundred taels of Silver.
It should be known that ten taels of patterned silver was enough to cover a farming household’s expenses for nearly a year, two hundred taels of silver could buy fifty acres of dry land, enough to ensure a lifeti of food and clothing security.
Which illustrates the high value of two hundred taels of silver.
When the head steward hurriedly arrived, Zhao Sheng instructed so things, the head steward hesitated montarily but ultimately accepted orders and left.
Soon after, servants from Zhao Mansion excitedly went out, so foolishly returning to their hotown, while the clever ones went to busy places like tea houses to discreetly gather information.
After arranging various matters, Zhao Sheng did not leave the mansion again but rather found the Hospital Martial Master and earnestly began learning Sword Skill.
Of course, the so-called sword practice was rely a guise, his purpose was simply to take a knife.
Although the Hospital Martial Master didn’t understand why the master wanted to learn sword skills, he diligently demonstrated sword techniques.
Ti passed bit by bit, and the servants gradually returned to Zhao Mansion, bringing back all sorts of news.
As dusk fell, the head steward hurriedly ca to the study with several people and t the master.
"Put things down, then go out."
At the head steward’s command, two servants quickly placed the book boxes down and promptly left the study.
"Master, everything you wanted has been bought. Not only did we nearly buy out the two bookstores in town, but people were also sent to the county, they will return tomorrow."
Saying this, the head steward changed the subject, "The gazetteer and county records you wanted, the family already had them. Now I’ve retrieved them for you."
Zhao Sheng approached the book box, opened the lid, and saw it filled with thread-bound books, not only including classics and history but also poetry, and strange tales, novels, and stories among others.
The other book box was similarly filled with various books.
Zhao Sheng’s eyes brightened, he reached for the gazetteer placed on top, eagerly began reading.
Seeing this, the head steward tactfully left the study, carefully closing the door, ordered his son Chen San to guard outside the door, ready to follow the master’s instructions at any ti.
Zhao Sheng read quickly with great photographic mory, he soon finished the entire gazetteer, after pondering montarily, he found several county records and swiftly read them again.
After finishing the county records, he simply picked up the book box, walked to the desk, and started flipping through from the top one by one, his reading speed getting faster and faster.
Through the entire night, the study lights never went out.
...
Upon opening his eyes, Zhao Sheng felt a shock course through his heart, suddenly sat up.
Everything he saw — the drapes, carved balustrades, decorative bedding, and the little girl asleep by the bed — all felt so familiar, as if it were just yesterday.
No, this is the day he woke up!
"Uh, what’s going on?" Zhao Sheng glanced around at the room’s furnishings, deeply troubled in mind.
Reincarnation? Rebirth? Or perhaps...
Fortunately, Zhao Sheng once accidentally entered the Great Saint Thought Realm and had experienced similar incidents, so he quickly cald down.
As his thoughts surged like tides, the little girl awakened from her slumber, seeing the master awake, she happily shouted, "Master, you finally woke up! I’ll notify the lord and lady."
These words entering Zhao Sheng’s ears made him jerk in surprise.
Sothing’s wrong!
Sothing’s wrong with these words!
He pondered briefly and imdiately identified the inconsistency between past and present.
"Yesterday" the girl said, "Master, you finally woke up," yet today she said, "Master, you finally woke up."
Though ’finally’ and ’finally’ are similar in aning, buried behind them is a truth that made Zhao Sheng’s back turn cold.
An hour later, a refreshed Zhao Sheng sat at the dining table, feasting heartily.
"May the old immortal bless my child with Peace. Tomorrow, we must return to the temple to repay the gratitude..." his old mother said the sa words.
"Zhao’er, you just recovered, don’t see those frivolous friends. If it weren’t for their temptation..." his old father was likewise.
Zhao Sheng absent-mindedly fobbed off his parents, and after sending them away, quickly left the mansion with Chen San.
A mont later, he arrived at the arch bridge, standing at the bridge’s end, looking ahead at the river.
After waiting for two quarters of an hour, a black canopy boat slowly erged from the riverside, heading under the bridge.
Standing on the boat’s bow was a middle-aged scholar.
Seeing the man he waited for appear again, Zhao Sheng’s mind spun manifold, a slight smile flickered on his face, he respectfully saluted towards the boat’s bow.
Then, he loudly called out, "Brother, would you care to join at the bridge for a chat?"
The middle-aged scholar looked up, seeing the blood mark on Zhao Sheng’s forehead, his body visibly trembled.
However, the person reacted swiftly, imdiately cupped hands and smiled, "Certainly willing, dare not ask for anything more!"
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