My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

272 The County Governor’s Personal Guards

Qin Huai began mixing other cultivation techniques, and finally, the blood heart technique unleashed its might.

The great sun emitted its power to repair the broken bones and help the tiger wolf’s aura and the white dragon’s aura to continuously contend.

Once, twice, thrice…

Qin Huai did not give up and tried again and again, possibly thousands or tens of thousands of times, until he finally succeeded. The white dragon’s aura and the tiger wolf’s aura clashed, but there was no dangerous explosion that caused bones and blood to scatter.

“The dangers of cultivating cultivation techniques After reaching the bone pattern realm, it only gets worse,” Qin Huai thought to himself. “If you’re not careful, you’ll die. No wonder everyone tried their best to dissuade me from cultivating cultivation techniques at Pingnan City.”

In his memories, he had fallen countless times, but in the end, he was lucky enough to turn the tables.

“However, the people of Pingnan City have their own misconceptions. It’s not impossible for them to cultivate cultivation techniques as well. My nine dragons true qi technique and blood heart technique are fine. The ancient azure illusion force on the skull is also fine.”

However, this choice needed to be made with extreme caution. Experienced seniors from the sect had to pave the way, or he had to have an extremely deep understanding of cultivation techniques. Otherwise, it would be wasted, and cultivating at the same time would be like waiting for death.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind as he bent down to look at Feng Xiaochuan’s corpse, which was still intact except for his head.

He took off his mink coat, revealing a golden armor that emanated the aura of a guardian. If he relied on his physical body’s blood essence to attack, the damage would be greatly reduced.

“The county governor’s mansion is indeed rich,” Qin Huai sighed. Even though Feng Xiaochuan didn’t have a treasured weapon as exaggerated as Ge Youqian, it was still very luxurious and shocking.

He took out a thick stack of gold notes worth 100 gold coins each, adding up to a total of a hundred.

“Tsk tsk. A million taels of silver? He’s actually carrying it with him,” Qin Huai murmured, patting his thick gold notes.

According to the current market price, gold notes were more expensive than silver notes.

“Killing a young master of the county governor’s mansion is equivalent to two to three months of Nine Dragons Gate’s harvest when they were at their peak.”

With this money, the Nine Dragons Gate could indeed take a break for the next two months.

Qin Huai looked at the people from the slums in the distance who had already formed a blood river and were mixing with each other. He remained silent as he sprinkled a handful of poison powder on Feng Xiaochuan, causing his corpse to rapidly rot and burn to ashes.

Then, Qin Huai quietly left, leaving behind a few corpses of the guards sent by the county governor’s mansion to protect Feng Xiaochuan in the narrow alleys. However, their realms were not high, and they were merely ninth refinement martial artists.

Rather than saying that they were protecting Feng Xiaochuan, it was more appropriate to say that they were helping Feng Xiaochuan to do things more conveniently. Perhaps no one would have thought that one of the three heroes of the Lingjjiang would die so quietly in a slum.

As for the retaliation from the county governor, it was inevitable. Feng Xiaochuan’s blatant purchase of the antidote pills revealed his ambitious plans. Whether Qin Huai killed him or not, it wouldn’t make a difference in the long run.

However, with a significant portion of the county governor’s troops currently engaged in the battle against the Balance Army in Huai Dan City, there was no force available to retaliate against the Nine Dragons sect. Relying solely on the expertise of the county governor’s mansion’s experts to take down the sect was a pipe dream.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One by one, experts leaped out of the county governor’s mansion, rushing towards the slums. They stepped on the roofs of the pavilions and barged through the bustling crowd, ready to confront whoever had caused such a commotion.

A grumpy fatty was about to curse, but caught a glimpse of the symbol that flew past the person and covered her mouth. All his anger was swallowed back into his stomach.

Soon, everyone in Lingjiang City seemed to have heard something, and the originally lively atmosphere on Wanli Street seemed to have suddenly stopped.

Steward Sun and a few other stewards at the Fengxing Auction House looked in the direction of the slums, wondering what had happened.

“It seems someone died!” one of them said, using an eye technique he had cultivated to see very far. “I saw many corpses…”

“What kind of people died? To be able to make the county governor’s personal guards move out together” another steward wondered.

“These personal guards are all great blood refinement martial artists. They even know a unique joint attack technique. Their strength is quite terrifying.”

The few of them gossiped as they ate, trying to piece together what could have caused such a commotion.

“Oh, I remember Young Master Feng went to the slums,” the fat manager said, frowning. He had sent him out personally and naturally knew where Feng Xiaochuan was.

The others’ pupils instantly constricted at the mention of Feng Xiaochuan’s name. “Young Master Feng is one of the three heroes of Lingjiang Who in the city can kill him without anyone knowing?”

“It’s said that Feng Xiaochuan still has quite a number of artifacts. Although he’s only at the first-level bone pattern realm, ordinary second-level bone pattern realm experts might not be his match,” someone else added.

The few of them spoke softly, as if they were afraid that the county governor’s personal guards would hear them.

Suddenly, Steward Sun’s heart thumped. It seemed like Sect Master Qin had left. After the auction, he went to Room A2 to greet Qin Huai, but he only saw Li Shaoxiang.

“Something big is going to happen,” Manager Sun sighed. “It’s a mess. This is going to make Lingjiang fall into chaos!”

“Old Sun, if you have any information, quickly tell us!” the fat manager urged from the side.

Manager Sun waved his hand. “Everyone, listen to my advice. Go out less in the next few days,” he said, trying to sound cautious. “To prevent others from plucking his head and using it as a weapon…”

Meanwhile, in the slums, a group of cold-faced guards was carrying a little ghost who had told on someone for seeing the young master in the slums.

They looked at the messy battlefield, but there wasn’t even a trace of blood. “It’s either burning or corroding with poison. He’s so big that one can’t take him away,” one of them said.

Then, he bent down, searching for traces in the surroundings. “No, there are no signs of fire,” he reported. “There isn’t even a trace of poisonous powder.”

“Then dig! Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we have to find Young Master!” another guard said, determined. “I want to see the corpse if he’s dead, and I want to see him if he’s alive!”