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Chapter 190: Another Powerful Secret Weapon! Zheng Jia's Ancestor
When Lu Qing returned to Jiu Li Village, the surrounding area was still shrouded in darkness—dawn had not yet broken.
No one knew that he had, in a single night, raced over a thousand li, annihilating an outpost of the Qi Sha Lou deep in the mountains, hundreds of li away.
Sitting cross-legged on his wooden bed, Lu Qing took a moment to steady his breath, calming his inner energy. Then, he began to reflect on the night’s battle—weighing its gains and losses.
First, the enemy: there was little to analyze. Yuan Yang Zhai was merely a routine outpost of the Qi Sha Lou, fortified with multiple Nei Fu Jing assassins and a dense network of sentries, both visible and hidden. But to Lu Qing, who now wielded Spirit Soul Power, they were as good as nonexistent.
The assassins led by the Brocade-Clothed Man had offered him no real challenge.
It was simply impossible. His cultivation had grown so vast that he now far surpassed the limits of ordinary Hou Tian Jing martial artists.
Lu Qing estimated that, at his current strength, only legendary prodigies or Qi Yun heirs—those rare individuals said to be destined for greatness—could possibly trouble him. Or perhaps the elite disciples from top-tier sects, carefully nurtured and trained in powerful secret techniques.
Everyone else? Even Wu Dao Zong Shi who had forged their Spirit Soul Power would be no match for him in his normal state, let alone force him to reveal his hidden trump cards.
Even ordinary Xian Tian Jing warriors?
He’d need to see them in combat to know for sure.
The outcome of this revenge mission didn’t surprise Lu Qing.
But what had surprised him was the effectiveness of the Earth Movement Talisman.
One single talisman allowed him to sprint a thousand li without fatigue. The auxiliary effect was nothing short of astonishing.
This revelation made him realize: although he could currently store only five talismans in his Brow Qi Cavity Space—just one per elemental attribute—these five could become his greatest secret weapon, if used wisely.
“Spiritual energy-infused talismans already possess such power… I wonder what kind of strength those spirit talismans in the Heritage must have, forged from true spiritual essence.”
Lu Qing couldn’t help but imagine.
Script Dao was an exceptionally unique cultivation path. It drew wisdom from all things in heaven and earth, giving it unmatched adaptability—unbound by the scarcity or abundance of spiritual energy in any given era.
During periods of flourishing spiritual energy, it relied on qi to craft divine spirit talismans, used for combat and self-improvement.
In times when spiritual energy was scarce, it turned to Heavenly and Earthly Qi, crafting qi talismans from condensed essence. Though far weaker than spirit talismans, these still possessed extraordinary abilities.
Lu Qing had already experienced the power of qi talismans.
Now, he couldn’t help but grow even more eager for the might of true spirit talismans.
With spiritual energy on the verge of revival, if those spirit talismans were powerful enough…
Then, even if he never turned to the Dao of cultivation, he would have no reason to fear anyone.
After pondering Script Dao, Lu Qing reviewed every detail of his journey once more, ensuring he hadn’t missed anything.
Only when he was certain he’d left nothing out did he lie down and prepare to rest.
Just as Lu Qing drifted into sleep…
On the other side of the land, in Cangzhou Zhou Fu, the illustrious Zheng Jia was gripped by an atmosphere of suffocating dread.
“In the name of heaven, you’re telling me this is Yu Er?”
In the grand hall of the Zheng Jia residence, the stern-faced Zheng Jia Zhu stood, his expression frozen in ice.
Before him, several guards knelt trembling on the floor. At their center lay two corpses draped in white silk—one with a hole through its forehead, the other reduced to a headless torso.
When the master spoke, the guards flinched violently, their bodies shaking uncontrollably. No one dared answer.
The other guards and servants in the hall were so terrified they dared not even breathe, shrinking into themselves, trying to disappear.
Who could have guessed that the second young master, after a single outing, had been killed?
If the Ancestor found out…
Countless lives would be forfeit.
“Am I deaf, or have you all gone mute?” Zheng Jia Zhu’s voice grew colder.
Under the weight of his gaze, one guard finally stammered, “R-Return, Master… the clothing the second young master wore when he left the residence… it was this very set. And the one accompanying him… was Yang Tong Ling.”
“So Yu Er left the estate just this afternoon… and was killed within a day. Not even a complete body remained. Tell me—what in the world happened? And where did he go?”
The guard was about to speak when a sudden wave of oppressive aura filled the air.
From the inner chambers, several figures emerged.
Leading the way was an elderly woman, leaning heavily on a middle-aged beautiful woman.
“Mother! Why have you risen?” Zheng Jia Zhu hurried forward, helping her.
The guards and servants lowered their heads even further.
“Hmph. Why did I rise? I had just closed my eyes when Yan Ran came screaming, saying Yu Er was dead. Is that true?”
The old lady sneered, tapping her dragon-headed cane on the floor. A dull thud echoed through the hall—and the ground trembled slightly.
The cane was forged of metal, heavy and unyielding.
Zheng Jia Zhu’s heart lurched. He glanced subtly at his wife, then turned back, voice thick with sorrow.
“Mother… I only just learned of this. Yu Er… he has been murdered.”
“What?!”
The old lady’s eyes snapped open, and a terrifying aura erupted from her body.
“Who killed Yu Er? Where is he?!”
“Right here, before you,” Zheng Jia Zhu replied. “The guards say this headless corpse is him. But I haven’t confirmed it yet.”
The old lady whirled around, fixing her gaze on the two covered bodies.
She had seen them upon rising—but the white shrouds obscured the clothing. She never imagined that one of them… was her most beloved grandson.
The middle-aged woman beside her gasped, stunned. She’d only heard from a servant that the second young master was in trouble—never that he was dead.
Staring at the headless corpse, the old lady’s hands trembled.
But she was no ordinary woman. With iron will, she suppressed her grief, her voice hoarse.
“Lv Niang… go and check.”
“Yes, Madam.”
The woman in green—her presence unsettling, her demeanor strange—stepped forward. She carefully lifted the white cloth covering the corpse.
When she saw the clothing, the old lady’s fingers twitched.
She remembered: this was the very outfit Yu Er had worn when he came to pay his morning respects.
The green-clad woman paused. Then, slowly, she began to unbutton the corpse’s robe.
When she saw the distinctive birthmark on the chest, she froze.
Without a word, she gently closed the robe and stepped back.
Returning to the old lady, she whispered, “Madam… it is indeed the second young master.”
The old woman staggered, as if about to collapse.
“Mother!” Zheng Jia Zhu rushed forward, reaching out.
“Get away!”
In an instant, a terrifying surge of aura exploded from her, hurling Zheng Jia Zhu backward with a single wave.
“Who… who dared kill my Yu Er? And in such a cruel, monstrous way?!”
Her voice echoed like the whispers of the deepest abyss.
Her teeth clenched, her eyes burning with murderous intent—she looked ready to devour the soul of the one responsible.
(End of Chapter)
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