Martial Cultivator

As he spoke, the constable added with mock “kindness,” “You really don’t plan to say anything? If you lose your life later, don’t blame me.”

Chen Chao smiled, ignoring him, and said calmly, “Su Yin, are you really going to help him without distinguishing right from wrong?”

Su Yin was the name of the local warden of Changban Commandery.

Su Yin was taken aback and frowned. “You know this official?”

He was standing outside the main hall, while Chen Chao was inside. At this moment, he could not see what was going on within, only hearing someone inside call out his name, which struck him as unexpected.

He tried hard to recall, but there should not have been any junior close to his family. Still, from the other party’s tone, he vaguely felt uneasy.

The armored general laughed and cursed, “Warden Su, why bother with him? That fellow is probably already drenched in sweat, just putting on a show of calm.”

Su Yin nodded. That was quite possible.

In other words, even if the person inside the hall had some connections, could they really be greater than the backer behind this constable? After all, this fellow’s family was related by marriage to a certain princess consort.

Seeing that Su Yin remained where he was, the armored general strode toward the main hall. He was hot-tempered to begin with. Before leaving home, he had been in the middle of a torrid affair with a young woman when he was interrupted, leaving him irritable. Now he was even less inclined to wait. But just as he reached the entrance, before he could step into the main hall, he was kicked out with a single blow.

He crashed heavily onto the distant plaza.

The constable tilted his head to take a look, a trace of wariness flashing through his eyes before vanishing in an instant. When he looked forward again, he narrowed his eyes and smiled. “Your cultivation realm isn’t low. Even Old Sun can be sent flying with a single kick. Looks like if Warden Su doesn’t make a move, there’s no way this can be settled.”

“We can’t very well send troops to surround and kill him here by force, can we?”

The constable appeared completely at ease.

Su Yin’s expression remained unchanged, but he still walked toward the main hall.

When he reached the entrance, Su Yin held his breath and focused his mind. The armored general from earlier was someone he knew well, the local garrison’s commanding general, Sun Zhongting. His realm was not low. Although he had not stepped into the Bitter Sea, he was still a renowned fierce general in the surrounding area.

Yet he had been kicked away with a single blow by the person inside. Judging from this, that person was certainly no ordinary cultivator.

However, after Su Yin stepped into the hall and failed to sense even the slightest trace of aura, he found it even stranger.

He only saw, beside one of the bookshelves inside the hall, a young man in black clothing, flipping through an old book.

When Su Yin looked toward him, that man happened to raise his head and look back at Su Yin.

The moment their gazes met, Su Yin’s pupils widened at once, his face turning deathly pale in an instant. He could not utter a single word. His limbs went weak, and he dropped straight to his knees.

“This subordinate, Su Yin, warden of Changban Commandery, pays respects to Lord Warden Commander!”

At this moment, Su Yin felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss. His expression was ugly, and his heart filled with regret.

It was not that he had never imagined kicking an iron plate one day, but he had never imagined that not only would he kick one, but that it would be this person.

In the entire Great Liang Dynasty, among countless officials high and low, the one before him was now undeniably the most powerful appointment holder.

Not to mention imperial relatives, even the Crown Prince Regent himself would have to treat the person before him with courtesy.