Building a Martial Dao Celestial Family by Laying Low

Though old and frail, he straightened his stooped back, blocking the entrance to the shack with an air of utter defiance.

The smile on Wu Mou’s face vanished in an instant, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

He clearly hadn’t expected this peasant, who looked to have one foot in the grave, to be so defiant.

He was done wasting words. He tilted his head and glanced at the silent, grim-faced Wu Shang beside him. "You handle the interrogation."

Wu Shang stepped forward.

Chen Dalin didn’t even see the man move. He felt a sharp pang on the side of his neck, his vision went black, and he collapsed, unconscious.

Expressionless, Wu Shang bent down, about to place his hand on Chen Dalin’s head.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the old man’s head...

Sixth Brother, who had been standing with his hands clasped behind his back in the shadows outside the shack, suddenly looked up. His gaze shot like lightning toward a point deep in the mulberry grove. In a heavy voice, he said, "Someone’s coming!"

Almost as soon as he spoke,

a figure descended silently from the darkness above the mulberry grove, landing lightly on an open patch of ground dozens of feet from the shack.

The newcomer, dressed in a sharp, green tunic, stood tall and straight. It was Chen Shouheng, who had hurried to the scene.

His eyes quickly swept over the scene inside the shack. The scent clinging to the men instantly confirmed their identities for him.

Chen Shouheng suppressed his surprise and cupped his fist in a salute. "Greetings, Officials of the Garrison Command. To what do I owe the honor of three sirs gracing our remote Lingxi at this late hour?"

Wu Mou sized up Chen Shouheng, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

’He figured out who we are that quickly?’

His deceptively harmless smile returned. "Oh? You recognize us?"

Chen Shouheng nodded. "Of course."

After Zhou Shuwei returned from the Commandery City, she had given him a detailed description of the three Garrison Command members. With their distinct features and immense power, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together.

Wu Mou glanced at Wu Shang. "How about this one? Chen Shouheng, Chen Li’s eldest son."

Wu Shang squinted, sensing his aura, then whispered, "He has opened his Divine Hall. Can we... find someone weaker?"

Sixth Brother’s gaze was glacial. "We’re already here. This is no time to be picky. He’s the one. We’ll take him down first. If we have to, we’ll cripple his Cultivation before we let you interrogate him."

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Wu Mou’s eyes. He chuckled softly. "Sixth Brother is right. But... should we wait? What if this kid doesn’t know much? We might as well see if we can catch another fish in the process."

The three of them conferred in low voices, completely ignoring him, treating Chen Shouheng like a fish on the chopping block as they discussed how to carve him up.

Listening to their brazen discussion, a chill spread through Chen Shouheng’s heart, and every muscle in his body tensed.

’So this is how the Garrison Command operates—with such impunity!’

Just as he was trying to figure out a plan,

"Now!"

Sixth Brother’s low command cracked like thunder.

Wu Mou, who had been coiled and ready, sprang into action.

His form blurred as he closed the distance to Chen Shouheng, striking out with his right palm in a deceptively casual manner.

The strike seemed light and effortless.

Yet, the moment he launched the attack, Chen Shouheng felt the air around him thicken and solidify, as if he’d been plunged into a mire. It locked him in place, sealing off every possible avenue of escape.

Before the Palm Wind even reached him, a terrifying Palm Force—a cold so deep it pierced his very bones—bore down on him.

’Is this... Void Transformation?’

’Or... the Divine Intent Pass?!’

Chen Shouheng’s pupils shrank to pinpricks, his mind reeling in shock.

The power of this single palm strike far surpassed that of any Spirit Realm master he had ever encountered.

’I can’t face this directly!’

The thought struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Without a second thought, Chen Shouheng prepared to use his Body Technique to retreat.

But the moment he moved, he was horrified to find that Wu Mou’s palm strike had become an inescapable net, cutting off all his paths of retreat.

There was no retreat, no escape!

In an instant, he was faced with a life-or-death crisis!