Chapter 1110: Chapter 185: Who’s Breaking Down My Door?! (Double Chapter)
Pu Yongyan chased those Jianghu martial artists who were causing trouble all the way to the Flower Building, but was still stopped by the guards of the building and couldn’t search inside.
It’s not that he couldn’t win, but he was aware of who he could provoke in this huge city, and those whom he absolutely couldn’t afford to offend. As a City Iron Guard Colonel, his status wasn’t bad, but the owner of this building was soone he couldn’t provoke.
Thinking to himself, he reckoned he had fought bravely and captured so troublemakers, as a re Colonel, his achievents were already significant; pushing further wouldn’t earn him any more credit.
Since the other side fled here, they must have so backing, perhaps it was the white-robed martial artist who attacked him yesterday; pursuing them would be fruitless and might unnecessarily anger the owner of this building, so he hesitated.
At this mont, two voluptuous and charming won walked out of the Flower Building, imdiately holding his arms tightly and persuading him.
He naturally could not say words like ‘warm jade and fragrant scent’, but just felt the softness like spring snow, the fragrance of Jiangnan Road’s powders floating before his nose, causing his mind to sway a bit, feeling dizzy and warm.
The fierce intent in his heart was gradually worn away, leaving only so harsh words spoken angrily, and after pocketing the ten-plus taels of silver, he left with his subordinates.
Then, they naturally escorted the captured ones to the prison.
Those Jianghu people instantly changed color, howling wildly.
Parthia was unlike Great Qin; any captured person with solid evidence was tornted by the prison guards repeatedly before interrogation, causing them to be ntally exhausted before starting the slow questioning. Even Jianghu people with martial arts would have a hard ti enduring, making them truly fearful.
The prison guards knew this Colonel likely earned more credit again, hence showered him with praises and flattery. Pu Yongyan felt sowhat in high spirits, replied with laughter, and left, though still sowhat fearful at heart, thinking of the life-saving elixir, he let out a breath.
He must thank Brother Wang properly this ti.
If it weren’t for him…
While thinking this, suddenly a voice ca to his ears causing him to startle slightly, stopping his steps. Yet, those accompanying on his left and right seed completely unaware, walking ahead a few steps before realizing their commander hadn’t followed, turning their heads curiously, saying:
“Colonel Pu, what’s wrong?”
Pu Yongyan’s old face remained unchanged, grinning broadly as he replied: “I suddenly rembered my wife has wanted sothing for a long ti, this ti I almost died, probably scared her quite a bit, must buy it back to make her happy.”
A familiar subordinate laughed and teased: “True, otherwise the Colonel might not get on the bed for several days, haha.”
“Get lost, damn it, roll away.”
Pu Yongyan cursed jokingly, watching these subordinates leave, then straightened his deanor slightly and quickly walked into a small alley, where a person was already standing with his back to him—slender figure, over thirty years old, with a posture of great nobility.
With a pair of phoenix eyes and a few long strands of beard, they exuded a hidden might, having a gold token hanging by their waist, carved with tiger heads and cloud patterns, evidently extraordinary.
Pu Yongyan respectfully saluted, bending his waist almost in half, said:
“Subordinate greets the lord.”
……
Wang Anfeng sat in the room, with chess pieces on the table, the black and white sides engaged in a fiercely brutal battle.
Yet, he wasn’t playing chess, just casually flipping through a book, absorbed in it.
This piece of secret technique from the Dongfang Clan seed like a widely circulated storybook now, Wang Anfeng found the original cover too ostentatious, so he bought a storybook, peeled off its outer cover, and wrapped it around this secret technique, hiding its true nature.
At this mont, he looked like a carefree ranger indulged in storybooks.
Left hand flipping, the right hand hanging low, fingers pinching occasionally, sotis at a high frequency but soon recovering, frequently paused, obviously learning with difficulty.
Mystical arts and martial arts conflicted with each other.
However, now Wang Anfeng had taken the elixir and couldn’t mobilize the Qi chanism, instead, he could attempt to cultivate so simpler mystical arts—too complex like the Zhou Tian Stars are out of reach, but thods for divination aren’t too hard at the entry level.
Not knowing how many attempts later, finally there was so change, a strand of Qi chanism from Heaven and Earth was moved by his fingertips, forming an invisible talisman which then dissipated, Wang Anfeng sensed an indescribable realization, understanding so kind of danger was approaching.
Seed to see a white-clothed martial artist traversing through the fog, with a sharp face and thick eyebrows, rather fierce and venomous.
This feeling was vague, fleeting.
Wang Anfeng pondered, attempted several more tis, all failed, so stopped being persistent, murmured:
“Looks like about ti for the guest to arrive.”
“So soon, huh… seems like wearing white clothes?”
He laughed at the black and white little beast and said:
“Wearing white clothes sowhat resembles you, just dye so black materials and you’re set.”
Almost the mont he finished speaking, Wang Anfeng’s courtyard gate exploded with a loud boom, seen by the cold gleams flashing during the day, that elaborately crafted iron-cladded gate directly collapsed, falling backward, landing heavily on the ground, stirring up a large cloud of dust.
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