Chapter 189: Kill Them All, Mind Transformed

Facing the coordinated assault from the members of Qi Sha Lou, Lu Qing remained utterly calm.

Only when the attack was upon him did his aura suddenly erupt.

His body spun like a top, whirling at blinding speed. In an instant, his hands lashed out with lightning precision, unleashing a barrage of punches.

In a flash, a storm of fists filled the air—like a dark lotus blooming in the night.

Every one of the powerful Qi Sha Lou assassins was struck square in the chest by Lu Qing’s punch. A chorus of cracking bones echoed through the air as they were sent flying backward, blood spraying across the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With a series of thunderous impacts, the four attackers crashed through the walls and windows behind them, collapsing onto the ground—lifeless, unconscious, their fates uncertain.

“How… how is this possible?!”

Zheng Jia Huhui stared in disbelief at the brocade-clad man and the other high-level warriors—now all felled in an instant.

These men had each been at the Nei Fu Jing level, and even the former leader of Yuan Yang Zhai was a Nei Fu Jing master. Yet, despite their combined might, they had been utterly destroyed in a single strike.

Four attackers. Three dead. One grievously wounded.

Such power—terrifying.

“Who the hell are you?” the brocade-clad man gasped, his back pressed against the wall, blood gushing from his mouth. His eyes, wide with shock, locked onto Lu Qing.

Just moments ago, this man had stood bare-handed, effortlessly dismantling their meticulously planned assassination. And in one move, he had crushed them all.

Only he remained alive.

The sheer mastery of his fists was beyond comprehension—even among the legendary masters of martial arts he’d once encountered, none wielded such terrifying precision.

“I already told you,” Lu Qing said, staring at the man. Through the torn fabric of his chest, he saw the faint gleam of dark gold beneath—soft armor. “I’m the one who will kill you.”

The brocade-clad man froze.

Indeed. Had it not been for his ever-present soft armor, he would have already joined his comrades in death.

Even now, he was severely wounded—only two or three of his ten full strengths remained. The force of Lu Qing’s punch had shattered his Heart Meridian, scattering his martial energy so completely that it would take time to gather again.

Worse still, he still couldn’t fathom Lu Qing’s cultivation level. The man stood like a shadow wrapped in mist—no matter how much energy he emitted, his core essence remained hidden, perfectly concealed.

Could he be an ancient Xian Tian Jing master?

But no… he used only blood and qi, not Xian Tian Qi.

Panic surged through the man’s mind. His thoughts spun wildly, yet he could not make sense of anything.

One thing, however, was crystal clear.

Today, his troubles had just begun.

The black-clothed man clearly targeted Qi Sha Lou. Though he struggled to believe anyone would dare challenge their organization, the evidence was undeniable.

Seeing that the brocade-clad man still lived, Lu Qing flipped his hand. From somewhere unseen, he produced a fist-sized stone, weighing it lightly in his palm.

The man’s blood ran cold.

Having already witnessed Lu Qing’s deadly skill with projectiles, he dared not hesitate.

“Wait—there must be a misunderstanding!” he cried desperately. “This place isn’t Qi Sha Lou! I’m just a humble man from the countryside—completely unrelated to that gang! If you want money, I’ll hand over everything we have—every coin, every treasure!”

But before he could finish, Lu Qing’s hand snapped forward.

The stone shot through the air at impossible speed.

With his Heart Meridian damaged and energy scattered, the man had no chance to dodge.

Pang!

The stone struck him dead-on in the forehead.

Even a Nei Fu Jing master’s skull, hardened by years of training, was as fragile as an egg against the force behind that stone.

His head burst open instantly, brains and blood splattering across the floor.

The brocade-clad man was dead.

“Ah!” Zheng Er Gongzi, who had never seen such a gruesome sight, screamed in terror.

“Danger!” The Zheng Jia Huhui, the guard, panicked. He lunged forward, trying to cover the young master’s mouth—too late.

Lu Qing’s gaze had already turned toward them.

“We are from the Zheng family of Zhou Fu,” the guard stammered, forcing courage into his voice. “We only came here for amusement. We have nothing to do with those men. Please, see reason!”

Zheng Er Gongzi trembled violently, his face pale as ash. He now knew—this man was no ordinary warrior. He was a true killer, unlike any he’d ever met.

Lu Qing said nothing.

The guard’s heart pounded. The Zheng family was powerful—ranked among the top families in Zhou Fu. Even the great sects of Cang Zhou would grant them respect.

But facing a man like this—ruthless, merciless, utterly fearless—he wasn’t sure if even their name would save them.

“Zheng family?” Lu Qing’s voice was low, gravelly, his lips curling into a cold smile. “What of it? Even if it were the Yan family from the capital, if they crossed me, they’d die.”

“Danger! Master, flee!” The guard reacted the moment Lu Qing spoke the word die. Without hesitation, he shoved Zheng Er Gongzi backward with gentle force, using the softness of his palm to avoid injury.

At the same time, he drew a short blade from his waist and planted his shield against his left shoulder, merging man and shield into a single, charging force—barreling toward Lu Qing in a desperate bid to create space for escape.

But his hope was naive.

Lu Qing didn’t flinch. With five fingers spread wide, he swept his hand in a smooth arc—like a mountain descending.

Boom!

The force of his palm struck the shield with crushing power.

The hundred-fold forged steel shield shattered into pieces. The guard, hidden behind it, spat blood from his mouth, his bones broken beyond count. He collapsed, barely conscious.

How could this be?!

One strike—nearly finished. The guard lay on the ground, despair in his eyes.

This man’s strength was beyond anything he’d ever imagined. Even the top martial masters of his household were no match for this terrifying pressure.

Who was this man? When had such a monster appeared in Cang Zhou?

“Loyal to a fault,” Lu Qing sighed, looking down at the broken guard. “Too bad the man you protected was a scum.”

Without pause, he stepped over the fallen guard and advanced toward Zheng Er Gongzi, who had frozen in terror.

“Please—don’t kill me! If you do, my father will never forgive you! The Zheng family will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!”

“Are you really thinking I’m killing him to silence him?” Lu Qing halted, turning back with a curious frown.

The guard froze. That was the only explanation he could think of.

“Ah… so you’re one of those noble-born bastards,” Lu Qing said, a mocking smile forming. “You treat human lives as nothing. Let me tell you plainly—there’s no other reason. I kill him because he tortured and murdered innocent girls. I’m giving them justice.”

The guard’s eyes widened. A dawning horror struck him.

And then—another stone flew from Lu Qing’s hand.

Zheng Er Gongzi’s head exploded like a rotten melon.

“Master!” The guard screamed in anguish.

“I was going to spare you,” Lu Qing said, turning. “But your words just reminded me.”

He had already killed the young master.

“You were there when he abused those girls, weren’t you?”

“…You’re killing my master because of those women from the entertainment district?” The guard whispered, stunned.

“Isn’t that reason enough?” Lu Qing replied.

The guard said nothing.

He wanted to scream—Of course not! They were worthless, lowborn whores. Even a thousand or ten thousand of them were less than a single Zheng family heir.

But he also knew—Lu Qing had already made his judgment.

So he stayed silent.

Yet Lu Qing read the truth in his eyes.

He smirked. “So it’s true. Then join your master.”

A sharp crack—the stone flew again, striking the guard in the center of his forehead.

Plop.

A hole appeared. Blood spilled. The man’s eyes glazed over. Then, he collapsed, lifeless.

With the guard gone, Lu Qing walked slowly into the building.

As he passed the corpse of one of the Nei Fu Jing assassins, he suddenly kicked the man’s temple.

The body, which had been dead, snapped open its eyes—shock and disbelief in its gaze.

How could he have seen through the pretense?

Lu Qing remained calm.

The man’s feigned death was skillful, yes—but in the presence of Lu Qing’s spiritual senses, it was as transparent as glass. And with his Abilities, even a Xian Tian Jing master couldn’t hide.

But a mere Nei Fu Jing?

Impossible.

With that, Lu Qing ended the fake corpse’s life.

Then, he continued forward.

All Nei Fu Jing warriors in the compound had already fallen.

But the rest of Qi Sha Lou’s members? He had no intention of sparing them.

The slaughter continued.

Two hours later, as Lu Qing exited Yuan Yang Zhai, the entire village was a graveyard.

Every Qi Sha Lou assassin had been hunted down and slain—each one revealed by his spiritual senses.

Anyone else found guilty of heinous crimes—those who came for pleasure—was also executed without mercy.

Even a hidden treasure vault was discovered. He took his fill with a grin.

When all was done, he left without delay.

As for the remaining people—like the women sold into servitude—those who weren’t fools would have fled already.

He had already freed them from the den of demons.

The rest? Their fate was in their own hands.

“Indeed… my heart has grown colder,” Lu Qing said, watching the fleeing crowd from the hillside, a wry smile on his face.

Back when he first arrived in this world, he would have tried to help those poor women—find them a safe place, just as he had in Kuai Hua Village.

But now, watching the chaos below, his heart felt nothing.

Because he knew—such tragedies were everywhere.

In this world, how could one man change anything?

“Ultimately… my strength is still too small.”

“Only the weak hesitate, second-guessing every step.”

“If I had the power to stand alone against heaven and earth, I could do anything I wanted—follow my heart, without fear of anyone’s judgment.”

He gazed upward at the starlit sky.

Then, in a flash, he vanished.

A few moments later, he stopped in a secluded mountain hollow.

“Indeed… without the Earth Movement Talisman’s blessing, traveling is exhausting.”

He focused his spirit into the space between his brows.

The yellow glow representing the Earth Movement Talisman was gone.

Just now, after covering over two hundred li, the talisman’s power had been completely drained.

Without its enchantment, his body felt heavy once more. Movement was slow, sluggish.

“Life is easier in luxury than in hardship,” Lu Qing sighed.

After growing used to the swift, effortless travel granted by the talisman, walking on foot felt painfully slow.

He scanned the area, found a dry, flat stone, and sat cross-legged upon it.

After a moment of stillness, he formed hand seals and began crafting a new talisman.

With prior success under his belt, this time it took less than a quarter of an hour.

The ritual completed. He activated the incantation and stored the newly forged Earth Movement Talisman within his Brow Qi Cavity Space.

Watching the yellow glow reappear inside his mind, Lu Qing smiled—satisfied.

He didn’t want to make more talismans, not because he didn’t want to—but because his spirit soul was limited.

His Shen Hun Fu Lu could only hold five talismans at once. And only one of each type.

More than that? Impossible.

Only if his Spirit Soul Power advanced further could he hope to store more.

He felt the familiar surge of power in his meridians.

The strange energy returned—lightness returned to his body.

He smiled.

With a powerful push, he set off once more—toward home.

(End of Chapter)

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