Chen Ping's Sword

The scene in the courtyard unfolded before his eyes.

Chen Ping’s pupils slightly constricted, and blood vessels quietly crept across his eyes.

He saw that someone was already hanging from the branches of the locust tree in the courtyard.

The person had no clothes, already turned into a bloody gourd, with whip marks, knife marks, sword marks, densely covering his body.

Even though his eyes were wide open and his face distorted, Chen Ping still recognized that it was Little Stool.

His head was tilted, and his gaunt chest no longer rose and fell.

Chen Ping recalled how at the Earth God Temple, when dealing with Boss Yan, Little Stool saw the tall thin man named Li being knocked down by Zuo Duanshou, and he suddenly rushed forward, fiercely striking with a broken brick in his hand.

At that time, his face was also this ferocious and terrifying.

However, that time it was an extreme release, fighting for a brighter future.

And now, he was drifting in the wind, with no more future.

Moreover, several perpetrators deliberately stripped his clothes to reveal the traces of his self-castration.

Humiliation to the extreme.

The screams ringing in his ears were none other than Little Table.

At this moment, covered in scars, tears of blood flowed from his eyes, yet he gritted his teeth and endured.

"Tell me, where did that cripple and Hua Lian’er go? If you confess, you won’t die, otherwise, you’ll end up like your brother, dying without value..."

Liu Wuxin specifically wielded a fine horse whip, slowly lashing, not in a hurry to finish off this scrawny scholar.

He knew that the more he prolonged it, the more likely he’d achieve his goal.

If he killed him quickly, the others wouldn’t appear.

"I say these two eunuchs are just small fry, no need to waste more time on them, let me just club them to death cleanly."

The burly giant, as solid as a wall, chuckled.

He laughed while holding a massive pig leg, eating heartily as if taking this cruel punishment as fine wine, enjoying it with his meat.

"Tuoba Nu, you don’t understand, customs Beyond the Great Wall differ, it’s not surprising you might not comprehend the thoughts of Central Plains people...

When the Wind and Cloud List was updated this morning, you also saw it, the list called that cripple a [Heroic Gallantry, helping others in need], nothing can be wrong, and the Wind and Cloud List never makes mistakes.

So, he will definitely come..."

Liu Wuxin lived up to his name, truly without a heart.

He laughed heartily at this moment.

He thought to himself, as long as he rendered significant service, he’d ascend rapidly in the future.

Those old home relics, no matter how much they hate, wanting to eat his flesh and drink his blood, with the Beizhou army as backing, they would have to ingratiate themselves with him.

Perhaps, they would even stomach their revulsion, and deliver that steadfast virtuous sister-in-law clean and pure to his bed.

"Ha ha ha..."

Smugness crept into his thoughts.

Liu Wuxin laughed out loud.

The reason for publicly executing, allowing the onlookers to witness, was to spread the message.

They were torturing their companions here, urging a swift rescue.

Otherwise, it would be too late.

The three of them, one with a robust physique, one nimble, one fortified...

A trio, assembled together, wasn’t without calculation. They had already slightly overestimated that young upstart who ascended to the 305th position on the Hidden Dragon List overnight.

Regardless of strength, he was just a rookie after all.

How formidable could he be?

The age limit of twenty-five blocked many from gaining fame.

Yet it didn’t mean they were weak or shallow in cultivation.

While they couldn’t climb the Earth List, bullying some young last-seat members of the Hidden Dragon List was still easy.

"Still not speaking? To think, you two brothers, as scholars, possess such toughness.

Excellent, excellent, we’re in no hurry, this time, we’ll take our time."

Saying this, Liu Wuxin gently wielded his whip again.

The barbed whip bit like an insect, tearing a thin strip of flesh from Little Table’s skin.

Little Table grunted, sweat beads forming on his head, biting his lips until they bled.

Yet he remained silent.

"No fun, no fun at all.

Why don’t they appear?

I can understand Hua Lian’er, but Tian Qi, who is dubbed Heroic Gallantry, your good brother, good partner is suffering here? Why don’t you dare to show up?"

Liu Wuxin continued to lash with the whip, glancing mockingly at the surrounding crowd.

The braid-haired man on the eaves stood indifferently without speaking, a cruel curve at the corner of his mouth.

In truth, he also believed that no one could bear it.

People from the South are indeed ruthless, especially when dealing with their own, concocting methods that elicit grudging admiration.

Opponents, even knowing it’s a trap, must come.

If this plan succeeds, capturing key figures, tweaking slightly, could cause chaos among the Celestial Gate Pass garrison...

Once this pass is breached, Xingqing Prefecture would be a juicy morsel.

On the surface, it seems random and reckless, capturing a few small beggars.

No one would think there were deeper schemes involved.

"In that case, as you wish."

Just as Liu Wuxin was mocking and lashing out.

The braid-haired man on the eaves, tense inside but relaxed outside, scouted around... when suddenly the courtyard wind rose, leaves rustling lightly.

A wisp of clear wind, wrapped in falling leaves, spiraled and danced to Little Table’s eyes.

Sunlight scattered through leaves, casting dots of light.

A light spot suddenly brightened.

From the wind emerged a figure, as the sword howled, its blade reached Liu Wuxin’s brow.

"Enemy... attack!"

Liu Wuxin, constantly provoking and harshly striking, wishing to anger someone who might come.

Yet he didn’t expect the opponent had quietly approached his side.

In broad daylight, under the watching eyes, a covert attack...

It was incredibly unreasonable.

Sudden change, his family’s [Thirty-Two Forms of Returning Wind Willow Dance] style, couldn’t even use half a move, he could only let his body float back with the wind, dodging.

Not even discarding the whip in his hand, nor drawing the longsword on his back.

As he leapt back three meters, before his body landed, a stream of blood shot from between Liu Wuxin’s brows and the back of his head.

He fell straight down.

Didn’t utter a coherent word.

"People, often they see others clearly but not themselves."

Chen Ping originally thought this especially arrogant heir of the Jiangnan Liu Family had impressive skills, but he turned out to be merely so-so.

Compared to the Straw Hat Man, he was more than a notch weaker.

Though his Qi mechanism was strong, coursing through his whole body, likely mastering the Twelve Main Meridians to the level of Extraordinary Meridians Opening, still people are different.

Especially when facing different opponents.

Now, mastering the Clear Wind Shadowless Sword, paired with the Concealing Breath and Form effects of Silk Thread Puppetry, he surpassed the Straw Hat Man in the assassination domain by thirty percent.

This Shadowless Swordsmanship inherently held a natural advantage in assassination, the Straw Hat Man also made his name with this sword...

Nowadays, Chen Ping also integrated the Qi Blood Killing Path of Silk Thread Puppetry.

With enhanced power, not to mention Liu Wuxin, even if facing that Straw Hat Man again, he’d be hard-pressed to escape unscathed.

Of course, another reason is Liu Wuxin being too careless, too arrogant.

Arrogance leads to disaster, as heaven brings rain in pride.

If he doesn’t die, who will?