Capítulo 1124: Chapter 191: The Belated Fish (Part 1) (4,200 Words)
After midnight, at the break of dawn, it is the quietest ti of the day.
Also when everyone is the most tired and weary, with the lowest vigilance.
Sheng Zhehan avoided the Patrol Guards on the street, using his movent technique to reach a corner beside the target’s residence. Today, he did not wear his favorite white robe, but instead changed into an ink-blue vigorous attire, resembling a night wolf, moving silently in the dark.
Crouching in the corner of the wall, he glanced around cautiously before climbing over.
Despite his Sixth Rank strength, if he carelessly alerted the guards here, those Martial Artists would all rise together, which would be a hassle even if he wasn’t afraid. However, this ti he ca only to deal with the guy who dared to rescue soone from his hands, causing him to lose face. He wouldn’t go too deep inside.
Stringent defenses everywhere an there are flaws everywhere, and the guard in the corner is comparatively sparse.
Sheng Zhehan’s mind was attentive, always moving along the wall, carefully extending his perception. If he detected a skilled Patrol Guard, he would imdiately restrain his Qi chanism, remaining motionless, like bluestone.
Being so cautious, and in a relatively loose area guard-wise, he didn’t raise any alarm. However, his pace naturally couldn’t be swift, taking a long while to cover half the distance. In truth, a tinge of regret already arose in his heart, but thinking of his family’s reputation, he continued moving forward, steeling himself, though the fire in his chest burned even hotter, his gaze fierce.
If he caught that person, he would certainly make him suffer!
On that day, he defeated the so-called Colonel Pu Yongyan, boasting that the guy was already dead in his hands, having those Noble Clan disciples go out to cause trouble and kill people, never expecting Pu Yongyan, that wretched guy, to be saved by an Elixir.
As a result, half of those Noble Clan disciples didn’t return.
Along with that, they traced and captured a batch of people.
Having boasted, he was fiercely humiliated, resulting in substantial losses for the family’s dependent power. This matter must be resolved, otherwise, how could the na of his Tianxiang Finger resonate in the Jianghu?
It’s just that those Noble Clan disciples were so scared that it took them seven or eight days to find out where that Pharmacist was, which left him quite dissatisfied.
Fateful encounters aren’t to be missed, as that person is in the residence of the Second Prince Gu Mu, working as a Retainer, seemingly seeking a big backer for fear of provoking misfortune.
However, ordinary people may fear this Second Prince, but his Tianxiang Finger does not.
Sheng Zhehan raised his gaze, looking at the distant, quiet courtyard, with the faint silhouette of the words Pill Room, licking his chapped lips, his eyes filled with a fierce look. No longer hiding his figure on purpose, he tapped the ground with his toes, leaping in like a great bird.
At this mont, the Servants had all gone to sleep, and the courtyard was very quiet. He didn’t hesitate at all, not stopping his steps, heading directly towards the main house. For so reason, although it was already early morning, nearing daylight, the light in the main house was still on, indicating the people inside were still awake.
Sheng Zhehan didn’t think much, his mind nearly driven mad by the repression and judgnt during this period. Now, at last, he could prove himself, filled with excitent, his thoughts nearly irrational. Raising his foot to fiercely kick, he opened the door, imdiately dashing inside.
His eyes swept inside, seeing that frail Great Qin individual seemingly preparing to rest.
Outside the bed, a man in white was crouching, tidying up scattered books and drugs, a bamboo cage on his back, with a sleeping black-and-white beast inside, apparently the damn Pharmacist’s Guard.
Sheng Zhehan’s mind raced, sneering and making a move, intending to kill a guard first, to see blood, letting that Great Qin person understand what true power was.
Imdiately lifting his right hand, bending his thumb and middle finger, a sharp vigorous wind shot out. It was his signature martial art, the Tianxiang Finger, an extraordinary skill he obtained from a cliffside when young, practicing both Inner Strength and Finger Technique, with great power, dominating over many formidable enemies through the years.
That Finger Force shot out with hatred, extrely solid, instantly leaving a void in the heavy stone, but the confidence on Sheng Zhehan’s face instantly froze.
The vigorous Qi from the Tianxiang Finger pierced directly through that individual.
Encountering such strange and heavy damage, the servant’s actions remained calm, bending to pick up scattered pages, even his clothes were intact, as if the supre technique had passed through rely an insubstantial ghost shadow.
That Guard lifted his head, his eyes indifferent and cold.
Sheng Zhehan’s scalp instantly tingled.
Gu Qinghan was very angry.
Very vexed.
What day is today?! He clearly checked the almanac before going out.
Running into sothing so unlucky seed quite misfortunate, nearly sharing an embarrassing childhood story of wetting the bed till age six.
But that lord even struck down the invincible; falling into his hands was nothing to say, and later, he could still boast outside, saying, “I once fought Blade Madman, showed him blood, and he still jumped around.” Definitely astonishing anyone.
But what’s with this triangular-eyed guy?
How co any Tom, Dick, or Harry thinks they can cause a stink on ?!
Bathing before killing soone must absolutely ramp up the luck… bullocks!
Dog crap!
His suppressed mood imdiately manifested externally, the Qi chanism of soone who slaughtered various masters instantly boiling, venting the owner’s resentnt and suppression, overwhelmingly pressing towards Sheng Zhehan.
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