bookpub Chapter 62 Those who commit murder, do not contend!
Chapter 62 Those who commit murder, do not contend!
Chapter 62 Those who commit murder, do not contend!
The Luo family mansion was already in complete chaos.
The large guards patrolled the area, searching every nook and cranny.
If Mo Zheng were to break in again, he certainly wouldn't be as relaxed as before.
In Beiping Garden, an old man looked at Luo Ping's corpse, which was covered in black and purple bruises and reeked of blood, and his face was extremely pale.
These are signs that would appear if someone had been poisoned by their own Seven-Snake Bone-Corroding Poison.
However, he did not die from poisoning. The fatal wound was a deep sword mark on his neck, which was so deep that the bone was visible. It had already taken his life before the poison took effect.
He was assassinated in his own home and forced to feed his own family poison!
This is a disgrace, a disgrace to the entire Luo family, and a provocation against the Luo family!
"Lin'er, what exactly happened?" he asked in a deep voice.
"Grandpa, I don't know either."
Luo Lin's voice was hoarse, due to a throat injury. He said with some fear, "I saw a figure rushing towards me. I tried to dodge and shout, but he struck me in the throat and then knocked me unconscious. I didn't see anything."
"And you?" the old man asked the guards.
"We just saw a figure rush out and were about to intercept it when that figure, like a ghost, instantly passed us and disappeared without a trace," the guard leader said, still shaken.
Upon hearing these two explanations, all the experts from the Luo family were shocked.
It should be noted that Luo Lin is a martial artist whose Qi and blood have reached their peak. Even if a martial artist from the realm wants to kill him, it will take several moves.
Although this group of guards had only reached the Lesser Completion of Qi and Blood, their leader was a true Greater Completion of Qi and Blood, whom he couldn't even see clearly.
What kind of speed is that?
Not to mention, Luo Ping was the most outstanding genius of the younger generation of the Luo family. Not only had he cultivated martial arts to an amazing level, but his skills in making and using poison were also the best in the Luo family. Yet, he was silently killed in his own yard. The strength of the assassin had clearly exceeded the limits of ordinary martial artists.
Even a martial artist at the Stone Skin level would find it difficult to so easily enter and leave the Luo family compound and kill people silently.
"Let's bring all the men back."
After a moment of contemplation, the old man gave his instructions.
"Grandpa!" "Patriarch!" "Should we bring everyone back?"
Everyone was shocked. They killed someone from the Luo family, and they're just letting it go?
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"Didn't you hear me say we should withdraw?"
The old man's eyes widened, like an angry lion, exuding majesty. Wherever his gaze fell, the Luo family members all bowed their heads.
Seeing this, his expression softened slightly, and he explained, "The assassin's strength is such that no one but me can match him. What's the point of so many people searching so extensively?"
"However, we won't do nothing. Go down and question everyone in your household who has seen this assassin, gather information about his appearance and details, and report it to the Six Doors."
"Bare sky and they broke into our house to kill us. The Six Doors will never tolerate such rampant behavior by martial artists."
The crowd responded in unison and went about their tasks, but it was clear that their morale was low.
That's normal.
Don't be fooled by the old man's seemingly reasonable words. Instead of seeking revenge for the murder of his own family, he wants the government to intervene, which is tantamount to surrendering.
The Luo family, one of the three great families of Jinqing Prefecture, has its own members killed in their own home. They are so disrespectful that they have to seek revenge by borrowing the power of the government. What face do they have left in the eyes of outsiders?
The old man saw it all and was fully aware of it.
But what can he do?
He gazed at the corpse, sighed helplessly, and murmured, "Ping'er, who did you offend?"
"Hundred Herbs Elixir"
Zhao Xiuxiu stared at the bottle of pills, her beautiful face filled with disbelief. She remained silent for several breaths before regaining her composure and asking in quick succession, "Is it really the Hundred Herbs Pill? Why would Luo Ping be willing to give you this pill?"
"Of course, it's with my sword."
Mo Zheng took a bite of the pastry and thought it tasted good. He then took a sip of tea, which was at a suitable temperature.
He nodded in satisfaction and said, "Senior Sister Xiuxiu, the pastries you recommended are really good. I think my family will like them. As for the authenticity of the pills, I went to the Luo family and asked Luo Ping to taste his Seven Snakes Bone-Corroding Poison and antidote. They are indeed effective."
"If your brother has indeed been poisoned by him, this bottle of herbal medicine should be able to cure him completely."
Zhao Xiuxiu fell silent again.
With a sword?
That's right, how could Luo Ping obediently hand over the antidote? Even if he did, who could guarantee that the Hundred Herbs Pill was truly the antidote for the seven types of snake venom?
Only overwhelming force, under the pressure of a life-or-death crisis, could force Luo Ping to take the poison and antidote he had made, ensuring that the Hundred Herbs Pill he obtained was the corresponding antidote.
It sounds easy, but that's the Luo family, one of the three great families of Jinqing Prefecture, a family with a martial artist at the Bone and Tendon Realm.
Mo Zheng single-handedly ventured in with his sword, finding Luo Ping in the heart of the danger and forcing him to hand over the antidote. What a perilous task this was!
As a member of the same prestigious family in Jinqing Prefecture, Zhao Xiuxiu was well aware of her family's strength. With the elders of each branch and the offerings, there were more than a dozen martial artists in the family who had entered the realm. In addition, there were countless guards at the Qi and Blood Realm. If an ordinary martial artist broke in, one person could cut them into mincemeat with a single sword.
But Mo Zheng did just that.
As for Luo Ping's fate, there's no need to elaborate. Since he was forced to test the poison, this feud was irreconcilable. What martial artist would leave himself with future troubles?
"This pot of tea isn't even cold yet—" Zhao Xiuxiu stroked the teacup, her expression complex. Luo Ping wasn't someone to be trifled with; he was an advanced martial artist and skilled in poisons, yet Mo Zheng had taken advantage of going out to buy some pastries to break into his house and kill him—
If the young man before her were not a genius of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Academy, and if the Hundred Herbs Pill were not right before her eyes and within her reach, Zhao Xiuxiu would never have believed it.
She could bring back the Hundred Herbs Pill in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. If it were that easy, she wouldn't have had to beg that lecherous old man Luo Zheng. She wouldn't have dared to turn against him when he made such an unreasonable request.
But the matter seemed to be resolved so easily.
Zhao Xiuxiu felt somewhat dazed, as if she were in a dream, and the solution seemed unreal.
The whole Zhao family couldn't solve it, but this young man did?
Suddenly, she remembered something else and asked nervously, "With Luo Ping dead, the Luo family will definitely not let this go. They will surely trace it back to you. Won't that implicate you?"
"What's there to be afraid of?"
Mo Zheng didn't care and took another sip of tea. This kind of small shop in the wild naturally didn't have any good tea, but a cup of hot tea in winter made him feel warm and comfortable all over.
Zhao Xiuxiu looked at the other person's calm and relaxed demeanor, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion.
That's the Luo family, one of the three great families of Jinqing Prefecture. They are powerful, have many martial artists, and their wealth is immeasurable.
Setting down his teacup and looking into Zhao Xiuxiu's eyes, Mo Zheng laughed and said, "Senior Sister Xiuxiu, you've been affected by your family's situation lately and are afraid of being beaten by the Luo family."
"So what if they find out about me? What can they do to me?"
"I am an inner disciple of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall. My teacher is a master of the Visceral Organs Realm, and my fellow disciples are all future martial artists of the Bone and Tendon Realm or even the Visceral Organs Realm. Although the Luo family has some influence in Jinqing Prefecture, do you think they would dare to cause trouble at the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall? Just because of their over-sixty-year-old Bone and Tendon Realm martial artist?"
"Even if I report it to the Six Doors, I am currently holding the position of Silver Seal Constable of the Six Doors. Why would the Six Doors arrest me for such a trivial matter? They most likely won't even take my case."
"If they resort to underhanded tactics and send assassins to target me and my family, even if they succeed, as the saying goes, 'those with nothing to lose have nothing to fear.' The Luo family is powerful and wealthy; do you think they can withstand retaliation from me and my teacher's lineage?"
Mo Zheng doesn't even put the Luo family in his eyes, whether it's based on strength or background, so what is there to fear in terms of retaliation?
In the vast land of Liangzhou, Youzhou, and Qingzhou, the Hun Tian Sect is the true master. As a formal disciple of the Hun Tian Sect, Mo Zheng undoubtedly has a psychological advantage when dealing with a mere Jinqing Prefecture family.
Even disregarding everything else, based solely on their own strength, the Luo family's patriarch, who is over sixty years old and in declining condition at the Bone and Tendon Realm, would probably be no match for the flying knives driven by Mo Zheng's mental power. Under such circumstances, what does Mo Zheng have to fear?
"In short, Senior Sister Xiuxiu, don't worry. If the Luo family really can't think straight and seeks their own demise, just let them come looking for me," Mo Zheng said with a smile, trying to comfort her.
Zhao Xiuxiu gave a wry smile and said, "It was my fault. In my haste, I forgot that Junior Brother Mo is already a disciple of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall."
She reached for the medicine bottle, looking at the handsome, dashing young man opposite her, feeling both surprised and delighted.
How old is he? I remember my father saying that he would only be fifteen after the New Year.
This young man, who was only at the Qi and Blood Realm when they met two months ago, was able to easily kill Luo Ping and resolve a problem that the entire Zhao family found extremely troublesome.
He didn't even take the entire Luo family seriously.
The changes are too great.
His teacher was a master of the Internal Organs Realm whose every stomp could shake the entire Liangzhou region; his classmates were all promising disciples of the Martial Arts Hall; and he also served as a sixth-rank silver-seal constable in the Six Doors.
All of this happened within the span of two months.
The boy who once helped her deal with her suitors has grown up to the point where she looks up to him.
And he would still call her Senior Sister Xiuxiu.
For some reason, as Zhao Xiuxiu looked at the young man in front of her, a sentence came to mind: "A golden carp is no ordinary fish; it will transform into a dragon once it encounters wind and clouds."
"Senior Sister Xiuxiu, what are you thinking about?" Mo Zheng asked, seeing Zhao Xiuxiu lost in thought.
Zhao Xiuxiu came to her senses and smiled, "It's nothing. I'm just very happy to see how much you've grown and to have a junior brother like you."
"I was also thinking that a young man like you would eventually end up with a woman."
"Senior Sister————"
Mo Zheng smiled shyly. He was focused on martial arts and had never thought about this before.
"I was watching you speak so eloquently just now, but I didn't expect you to be shy?"
Looking at the hint of shyness in the young man's eyes, Zhao Xiuxiu felt that he was more real than before, unlike his previous self, whose genius seemed unreal.
"Never mind that. If you encounter any problems in the future, Senior Sister, you can send someone to Shangyin County or Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall to find me. I can always help you out."
Mo Zheng changed the subject, glanced at the sky, and saw that the sun was rising higher and higher, indicating that he was already planning to leave.
"Junior Brother Mo, are you planning to leave?"
After receiving the Hundred Herbs Pill, Zhao Xiuxiu's sorrowful expression vanished. With a smile, she poured Mo Zheng a cup of tea with her fair, white hands and said, "The New Year is approaching, so I won't keep you any longer. Once everything is settled, I will definitely visit you at the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall."
"Today, I'm offering tea instead of wine as a token of my brother's gratitude for saving his life."
"Senior sister, you flatter me."
Mo Zheng took the teacup, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "Then I will wait for Senior Sister in Liangzhou. Farewell."
After saying this, he put away the snacks, left the roadside shop, mounted his horse, and galloped towards Shangyin County.
"Junior Brother Mo————"
Watching the departing figure on horseback, Zhao Xiuxiu murmured, "Father has truly taken on an extraordinary disciple."
Under the warm sun, Mo Zheng gallops along at full speed.
After a short rest, the black-scaled horse regained some of its strength and now galloped away at lightning speed, overtaking the merchant caravan one after another, drawing exclamations of amazement from passersby.
The black-scaled horse is worth thousands of taels of silver, extremely expensive, and ordinary people would find it difficult to even see one, let alone buy one.
In the short time it took for the horse to gallop so fast, a village appeared by the roadside.
At the village entrance, several figures were pointing at several boxes of goods, seemingly discussing buying and selling them.
Mo Zheng initially didn't take it to heart, but as he got closer and saw the other person's appearance clearly, his thoughts changed.
Among those figures, some were villagers, their heads bowed and eyes lowered, their faces full of smiles, as if they were selling medicinal herbs. The other group consisted of three arrogant figures, who were clearly the old man Luo Zheng who had just been shouting in the roadside inn that he wanted Zhao Xiuxiu to come to Tingyuxuan for a while that night.
He immediately turned his horse around and galloped towards the other man, asking, "Luo Zheng, I heard your wife died young, and you're lonely and missing her, is that right?"
Luo Zheng was thinking about how to lower the price of medicinal herbs among the villagers when he suddenly heard someone mention his deceased wife. He immediately looked over and saw a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old galloping towards him on horseback. He couldn't help but feel angry.
Where did this arrogant young man come from, daring to be disrespectful in front of him?
"Do you want to die? How dare you spout nonsense in front of me?" Luo Zheng rebuked.
"Hahahaha—I don't want to die, I just want to help you see your deceased wife one last time!"
"you----"
Luo Zheng was furious and was about to order his guards to deal with the other party when suddenly a cold light appeared in front of him.
The cold light moved swiftly like the wind, elusive and unpredictable, leaving an eerie trail.
Before Luo Zheng could react, he felt a chill on his neck, and then a huge head fell to the ground, making the world seem upside down.
So that's how he helped me see my deceased wife.
As the last thought flashed through his mind, Luo Zheng's world was plunged into complete darkness.
The two guards, whose hands were already on their sword hilts, were startled by the sight of the sword and the tragic death of Luo Zheng. They retreated and dared not draw their swords.
Looking at the two guards, knowing they were just trying to earn a living, Mo Zheng didn't want to make things difficult for them, so he smiled and said, "I won't make things difficult for you. Just go back and report what happened today. Just say—"
"The murderer is none of my concern!"
After saying this, he mounted his horse and continued galloping towards Shangyin County.