Da Xuan Martial Saint

"Why did the light go out?"

"Maybe we ran out of lamp oil. I'll add some more."

Wei Sihai picked up the extinguished oil lamp, took a brief look, and then, shaking slightly, stood up and walked outside.

The others didn't mind either, for despite the pitch-black darkness, they all had robust physiques honed by Skin Toughening and Body Refinement and abundant qi-blood in their bodies. Even in utter darkness, they could still make out wine cups and teapots, and continued drinking and chatting.

However,

After waiting a while, Wei Sihai still hadn't returned.

"Why hasn't Old Wei come back yet?"

"It's just adding some lamp oil in the dark. He couldn't have fallen into the privy, could he?"

Sun Jiuli drank a sip of liquor, laughed as he spoke, but slowly, his laughter ceased.

Because at some unknown moment,

through the window paper on the door, dim moonlight cast from outside revealed a vague shadow that seemed to have just appeared, yet felt as if it had been there for a long time.

"Old Wei, what are you doing standing at the door?"

Liu Lanshan frowned and shouted at the shadow outside.

Bang.

The door was pushed open, accompanied by a rush of cold wind. Wei Sihai's figure appeared at the doorway, standing straight, then... his body slowly leaned forward and with a thud, he fell straight into the room, the impact sounding like ice colliding and shattering.

This shock was no small matter, Sun Jiuli and Liu Lanshan both suddenly stood up, their faces showing horror.

"Who!"

"Who's there?!"

Both men didn't even attempt to check Wei Sihai, who fell straight and stiff like an icicle to the floor; instead, they each swiftly drew the weapons that were laying beside them.

Being figures of the Martial World, mingling amongst fights and killings, they weren't easily scared, but at this moment, there was also a hint of horror in their hearts, because from the looks of it, Wei Sihai was probably already dead!

You have to know, Wei Sihai had achieved Body Refinement Perfection and mastered Blade Momentum, a well-known figure; yet, he died silently in the darkness, without even knowing who had struck him, how shocking that was.

If it weren't for Zhang Lang, the Gang Leader of the villainous gang behind them, the two might not have been able to remain composed as they were now.

But precisely because Zhang Lang was there, aside from horror, there was also a surge of fury within them. How dare someone sneak into the villainous gang's headquarters at night and assassinate a Deputy Gang Leader!

In the brief silence,

only the whistling of the wind could be heard.

"I don't know which friend this is, uninvited; indeed, I have failed in extending my hospitality."

Zhang Lang, who sat at the head of the table, finally spoke faintly.

In the snowy night outside the door, a figure cloaked in black quietly appeared. Under the dim moonlight, he stepped over Wei Sihai's corpse and walked into the room.

"You are 'Evil Blade' Zhang Lang?"

Chen Mu's gaze was indifferent as he looked towards Zhang Lang.

Zhang Lang slowly stood up, his eyes flashing with a trace of light, and said, "Indeed, what brings you here?"

"To kill."

Chen Mu's voice fell softly, and then he suddenly shook and vanished on the spot. In the next moment, like a specter, he appeared in front of Sun Jiuli.

Sun Jiuli's pupils contracted, showing a look of fear, but ultimately, as someone who had survived countless life and death situations, he abruptly roared and swung his saber horizontally forward, while his entire body recoiled backward.

This strike wasn't meant to be effective but was only intended to stall Chen Mu for a moment, hoping for Zhang Lang to rescue him.

However,

An astounding scene unfolded.

Chen Mu directly caught Sun Jiuli's swinging blade with his bare hand, his fingers gripping the steel blade tightly, instantly warping it out of its shape. Then, with a slight push forward, this twisted steel blade carried an irresistible force, shattering the metacarpals in both of Sun Jiuli's hands, breaking from the hilt section by section until it impaled his chest.

Bang!

Sun Jiuli flew backwards, hitting the wall directly, pinned there by his own saber, twitching a few times before going still. His dying eyes still held shock and disbelief.
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When Chen Mu suddenly attacked, Sun Jiuli had anticipated that Chen Mu's moves would be fierce and hard to defend against, but he hadn't imagined them to be so brutally direct. He hadn't even brandished a weapon. This terrifying force was clearly not something a person trained only in Skin Toughening and Body Refinement could possess, not even Zhang Lang could match it!

From Chen Mu's attack to Sun Jiuli's death, it might sound complicated, but it all happened in an instant.

Seeing that Sun Jiuli couldn't withstand even a single strike, the horror in Liu Lanshan's heart was overwhelming; he dared not stay a moment longer in the room and rushed outside.

However,

Just then, Chen Mu nonchalantly turned around, casually scooped up a wooden chopstick from the table with his left hand, twisted it in his palm, and with a flick and a push, accompanied by a terrifying sound of rushing air, the raw wooden chopstick shot towards Liu Lanshan like a sharp arrow.

Liu Lanshan felt a terrifying sense of crisis engulf his entire body and almost instinctively twisted his body, putting the steel knife he held in his arms in front to block.

Clang!

The sound of metals clashing exploded.

The splinters of the wooden chopstick flew everywhere, the front half shattering inch by inch, but ultimately it forcefully penetrated the steel knife, with the latter half directly burying itself into Liu Lanshan's chest.

"Pfft."

Liu Lanshan spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flung out the door, kneeling down in the accumulated snow.

He wasn't fully dead yet, struggling to lower his head to look at the steel knife in front of him, which the wooden chopstick had forcefully pierced through, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Inside the house.

Zhang Lang had frozen in place, the Crescent Moon Saber in his hand also stiffened there, his gaze towards Chen Mu filled with terror, no longer the composure and depth from before.

"Who... who are you?"

Unlike Liu Lanshan and Sun Jiuli, as the gang leader of the villains and someone who had stepped into the Tendon Changing Realm, though he had never truly climbed the social ladder of Yu City, he had seen the upper world.

Chen Mu's method of eliminating Sun Jiuli was still fine, but the scene where he killed Liu Lanshan with a wooden chopstick afterward sent chills down his spine in an instant.

Artistic Conception!

A mere piece of wooden chopstick penetrating steel, such a miraculous feat could only be performed by someone who had mastered Artistic Conception.

And throughout Yu City, how many people had mastered Artistic Conception? Each one of them was an important figure in the Inner City, far beyond entities he could provoke.

How could he have caught the attention of such a figure?!

Zhang Lang's thoughts raced wildly, but he could not think of anything he had done that would provoke such a figure to take action.

"Where has all the Silver Coin the gang made recently been kept?"

Only then did Chen Mu look at Zhang Lang, still empty-handed and asked indifferently.

Zhang Lang barely squeezed out a stiff expression, saying, "Most of it was given to Chief Constable He, and some is still here…"

"Oh."

Chen Mu nodded slightly.

Zhang Lang clenched his right hand around his Crescent Moon Saber, seeing that Chen Mu remained silent, his heart gradually sinking, his left hand slowly moving towards his chest.

Bang!

The next moment Zhang Lang erupted violently, his hand flipping out a black sphere, hurling it abruptly, and with a bang, a gray smoke instantly enveloped the entire room.

By that time, Zhang Lang was already retreating rapidly, his back smashing through the wall, his body directly disappearing into the night, not looking back as he fled madly.

In front of someone who had mastered Artistic Conception, he had absolutely no thoughts of resistance, only hoping that his Corpse Poison Jade could delay for a moment, giving him a chance to escape.

However.

Just a few hundred meters into his desperate flight under the dim moonlight, a gloomy light shot from behind, reflecting off the snow as if it was a meteor streaking across hell.

Zhang Lang's body tensed up sharply, his muscles suddenly swelling, all the strength drawn through the major tendons to a single point, his hand wielding the Crescent Moon Saber fiercely swinging backward.

Clang!!!

Sparks flew.

The figure of Chen Mu silently passed by Zhang Lang, a trace of blood appearing on the rough Rusty Sword in his hand.

Zhang Lang's whole body stiffened, the Crescent Moon Saber falling to the ground, his hand covering his neck, struggling to look back at Chen Mu, but eventually, he couldn't see Chen Mu's face clearly, his body swaying before collapsing into the snow with a thud, the blood quickly staining the snow red.

"Tendon Changing Minor Achievement…"

Chen Mu turned around, the Rusty Sword in his hand lowered slightly, looking at Zhang Lang's corpse and slightly shaking his head.

Both at Tendon Changing Minor Achievement, Zhang Lang, known as 'Evil Blade,' was just so vulnerable under his method, unable to even withstand a single move.

This was indeed partly due to his Pure Gold Body, which in terms of physique, explosive strength, and speed was almost comparable to Tendon Changing Major Achievement, but more so because of Artistic Conception, which compared to Blade Momentum, is completely a difference between heaven and earth, almost like the gap between immortals and mortals.

Without Artistic Conception.

Even a Tendon Changing Perfection would not kill Zhang Lang so easily and casually, finishing him off within a single move.

Chen Mu put away the Rusty Sword, looked down at Zhang Lang's corpse, quickly searched the body but didn't find any Silver Coin, only finding a thin ledger with something-seemingly sandwiched inside, unclear under the dim moonlight.

Chen Mu shook his head, not looking closely, and put it away, then headed back, quickly returning to the gang's headquarters.

At that time.

The courtyard of the gang's headquarters had already gathered more than a dozen figures, the noise from earlier having awakened many people.

However, those who reached the courtyard were now all in shock, not understanding what had happened, their faces horrified as they looked at the body of Liu Lanshan, who was already dead in the snow.

Silently.

Chen Mu appeared among the crowd, his gaze indifferent as he swung up the Rusty Sword.

A cloud covered the dim moonlight, completely darkening the courtyard, and by the time a faint moonlight finally penetrated the edge of the clouds, the courtyard was left only with bodies on the ground, the blood flowing and melting some of the snow, then freezing together with the snow into pieces of blood-stained ice, with the figure of Chen Mu already disappeared.

Only by the next morning.

News that the headquarters of the gang had been slaughtered, with the gang leader 'Evil Blade' Zhang Lang and several deputy gang leaders, and over a hundred gang members all dead, finally spread swiftly.

For a time, the entire City West was shocked!