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Chapter 167: Fear and Reverence, The Thirty-Six Heavenly Pillar Killers!
"Qian Jia Zhu" lay sprawled on the ground, staring up at Lu Qing with a face etched in disbelief. He couldn’t fathom it—him, a top-tier assassin of Qi Sha Lou, defeated by such a young boy. Worse still, he’d been utterly crushed, left with not even a single chance to fight back.
All his years of grueling martial arts training had been rendered meaningless in the face of Lu Qing’s overwhelming power. The sheer, thunderous force of his punches—like dragons and tigers roaring through the air—had overwhelmed him completely. The aura radiating from Lu Qing was so vast it sealed off every direction, leaving no room for escape. No matter where he fled, the deadly pressure of the fists would close in.
To Lu Qing, "Qian Jia Zhu" felt like a fly trapped in a web, utterly helpless.
What kind of monster is this?
A cold tremor of fear crept into his heart.
As he stared at the lifeless-looking "Qian Jia Zhu" lying on the ground, then at Lu Qing standing tall atop the wall, every guest in the hall was struck dumb with shock.
Whether or not the man before them was the real "Qian Jia Zhu," one thing was certain: the terrifying aura he’d unleashed earlier was real. Everyone guessed he was close to the Wu Dao Zong Shi level—perhaps not quite there, but certainly within reach. His swordsmanship and agility were equally formidable. Among the gathered, only Wei Xinghe and the Cloth-Clothed Youth dared claim they could withstand a single strike.
And then there was that bizarre, otherworldly secret technique—one capable of shattering the mind of even a Zong Shi-level martial artist.
Yet this fearsome assassin had been hunted down, captured with ease, and brought back in mere tens of breaths.
The guests realized: compared to the city gate battle just days ago, Lu Qing’s strength had grown even more dramatically.
“What’s wrong with Young Master An?” Lu Qing ignored the awed gazes of the guests. His first concern was the pale, unconscious Wei Zian.
“Lu Xiao Langjun, you’ve returned just in time!” Wei Fu Ren, her voice trembling with relief, cried out. “That assassin’s sword was poisoned! An Er was cut—poison has entered his body, and he’s unconscious. Zhi Rui Ge Xia said the poison is called Xuè Sha Zhi Dú—extremely deadly. Please, Lu Xiao Langjun, save him!”
“I’ll take a look!” Lu Qing didn’t hesitate. In a flash, he’d leapt onto the platform.
“Wei Family Head, please keep an eye on the prisoner. His limbs are broken, and his jaw has been dislocated—no threat left.”
With that, he activated his abilities and scanned Wei Zian’s body.
A sickly gray pallor was spreading across Wei Zian’s skin.
【Wei Zian: Young Master An of the Wei Family, noble in birth, strong-willed and cheerful.】
【Cultivation Level: Initial Hou Tian Qi Xue Jing.】
【Poisoned by Qi Sha Lou’s deadly Xuè Sha Zhi Dú—life hanging by a thread, in mortal peril.】
It was indeed Xuè Sha Zhi Dú.
Lu Qing’s heart tightened. The situation was dire.
He reached into his robes, pulled out a small wooden box, and opened it. Inside lay a jade bottle and a sealed zhen nang.
First, he uncorked the jade bottle and poured several drops of liquid into Wei Zian’s mouth. Then, he tore open the young man’s shirt and inserted over a dozen silver needles, using acupuncture to accelerate the medicine’s effect.
The "Qian Jia Zhu" watching this scene sneered inwardly. This poison isn’t so easily undone. The boy’s just wasting his time.
He’d paid dearly for Xuè Sha Zhi Dú. It was meant to be fatal—no antidote could save the victim if not taken within a quarter hour. And he hadn’t brought any himself. He’d come prepared to kill, not to survive.
He was counting on Wei Zian dying before help arrived. The thought of seeing the Wei Family’s faces crumble in grief gave him a twisted sense of satisfaction.
He’d accepted death the moment he was captured. But if he could witness their despair before the end, that would be a small victory.
On the other side, Lu Qing’s medicine—infused with Dipulse Spiritual Fluid—was already working. Even though diluted, the fluid was enhanced with Century-Old Ginseng to restore vitality.
The result? The miracle drug began to reverse the poison’s effects instantly.
The black rot on Wei Zian’s face vanished visibly, fading within seconds. His skin regained color, turning rosy and healthy.
After just a few dozen breaths, Wei Zian’s eyes fluttered open, dazed and confused.
“Mother… what happened?”
“An Er! You’re awake!” Wei Fu Ren rushed forward, hugging him tightly, tears streaming down her face.
Wei Xinghe explained calmly, “You were poisoned. You nearly didn’t wake up. Lu Xiao Langjun saved you.”
“Saved…? Really?” The guests stared in stunned disbelief.
They’d all seen how dire the situation was. Xuè Sha Zhi Dú was terrifying—even the mysterious Zhi Rui Ge Xia’s antidote had barely slowed it. Yet here, Lu Qing had undone it just as swiftly.
As the saying goes: Illness comes like a mountain, recovery like pulling thread. Poisoning was easy; healing was hard. Yet Lu Qing had done it effortlessly.
His medical skills were nothing short of extraordinary. Not only was his martial prowess beyond comprehension, but his healing ability was on another level entirely.
Looking at Lu Qing—still only a boy with a youthful face—the guests felt a growing sense of awe. This boy was becoming more mysterious, more terrifyingly powerful with every passing moment.
As for the "Qian Jia Zhu," his expression had turned from smug to shattered disbelief. He couldn’t believe his prized Xuè Sha Zhi Dú had been so easily neutralized.
That hurt more than being defeated in seconds.
But his jaw was gone. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t scream. He could only watch in silent fury.
After checking Wei Zian one more time, Lu Qing exhaled in relief. The poison was completely gone. The wound on his arm had healed. All signs pointed to full recovery.
Wei Xinghe finally relaxed, calming Wei Zian before turning to the prisoner.
“Who are you? Why did you try to kill my son? Where is the real Qian Jia Zhu?”
All eyes turned to the man on the ground.
Wei Xinghe wasn’t blind. He knew this man was an imposter. The others saw it too—the difference in aura, in presence, in strength. This wasn’t the real Qian Jia Zhu.
The man only stared back coldly, refusing to speak.
Then, someone noticed: his mouth was strangely misshapen.
Ah—Lu Qing had said earlier that he’d dislocated the man’s jaw.
“Wei Family Head,” Lu Qing said, “I’ve already removed the poison capsule he was hiding in his mouth. He can’t swallow poison to kill himself. But I could fix his jaw, if you’d like.”
Wei Xinghe stepped forward, gently realigning the man’s jaw.
The prisoner let out a cold, mocking laugh.
“Why kill him? Qi Sha Lou assassins don’t need reasons. If someone pays, we’ll cut off the head of a king. As for the fat man, Qian Jia Zhu—I used his name because I already killed him.”
A chill ran through the hall.
This killer spoke of murder as casually as one might discuss the weather. No remorse. No hesitation.
“Who hired you?” Wei Xinghe’s voice was tight with rage, but he forced himself to remain calm.
“I don’t know,” the man said flatly. “Qi Sha Lou rules: assassins take jobs, not ask questions. The client’s identity is known only to headquarters. I only kill for the reward. Nothing more.”
A bitter anger welled up inside him.
The mission briefing had mentioned only one thing: a high-level Wu Dao Zong Shi within the Wei Family, and an injured Ancestor. But it had said nothing about this—about Lu Qing, a monster beyond belief.
The intelligence had been wrong. Two possibilities: either the headquarters had sent him on a suicide mission, or the client had withheld information to avoid paying extra.
Either way, he’d been betrayed.
You bastards—let me live, and I’ll find out who betrayed me. I’ll make them pay.
The man’s eyes burned with silent venom.
“Since you know nothing,” Wei Xinghe snapped, “then there’s no reason to keep you alive.”
He raised his hand, ready to end the man’s life.
“Wait.”
A calm voice stopped him.
Cloth-Clothed Youth stepped forward.
“May I ask a few questions?”
Wei Xinghe paused, then nodded. “Of course, Zhi Rui Ge Xia.”
He stepped aside, giving the man space.
He respected the Cloth-Clothed Youth. The man had warned Chen Laodaifu and Lu Qing when the Wei Family was in danger. He’d also alerted them to seal Wei Zian’s meridians and provided the antidote—without which, Wei Zian might not have survived until Lu Qing returned.
So a simple request was easily granted.
Cloth-Clothed Youth stood before the prisoner. The man stared back, impassive, as if death meant nothing.
Then, the young man spoke—words that instantly froze the prisoner’s blood.
“Rumor has it that Qi Sha Lou boasts countless assassins. Among them, the Thirty-Six Heavenly Pillar and Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends are the most feared. Tell me… which of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Pillar are you?”
(End of Chapter)
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