He had been trampled under someone's foot?

How dare he?

How dare he!!

Shi Chun was consumed with grief and indignation, his bloodshot eyes frighteningly red.

Since he became the Jinyiwei (Imperial Bodyguard) Commissioner, wielding immense power, no one in the world had dared to humiliate him like this.

He wanted to struggle, but the cloth shoe was like an immovable mountain, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.

After Qi Meridian Completion, the physique would also be enhanced. The Qi Meridian network in the body connected all the muscles, bones, skin, flesh, internal organs, and blood vessels, running through the entire body. The impact it could withstand far exceeded the skin itself.

He was seriously injured and dying, but he hadn't died yet.

"You're very angry?"

An Qisheng's expression was calm.

He raised his eyebrows and swept across the surroundings. The trembling soldiers and the newly recovered patients with frightened expressions were all reflected in his eyes.

Along with their faces, what emerged in his heart were the unconscious fear, apprehension, and lingering dread emanating from many people...

Then, he stomped his foot down, and the force surged into Shi Chun's brain:

"So am I."

Although his state of mind was peaceful, he was still a human being, a martial artist, a Daoist, not a god. He had the same emotions, joys, sorrows, and anger as mortals. When he should be angry, he would still be angry.

It was just that negative emotions couldn't taint his true heart.

Being ruthless and without desire was not his Dao.

Crack~

With just a soft sound, the light in Shi Chun's eyes instantly faded.

This Jinyiwei Commissioner, one of the most powerful and violent institutions in Dafeng, died no differently from an ordinary person.

There were no falling stars, no celestial phenomena. The clear sky was still cloudless, and the light still shone on the heavens and the earth.

The huge quarantine area became silent.

Even the soldiers with broken arms and legs were stunned, not expecting that this young Daoist would actually dare to kill Shi Chun.

This was a big figure in the Jinyiwei.

He just died like that?

A group of patients turned pale and trembled all over.

In their view, killing such a big figure was like the sky had fallen!

"You, you killed the, the Lord!"

After a long time, a soldier seemed to wake up from a dream, his face extremely ugly.

A big figure in the Jinyiwei died here, how were they going to explain it?

They wanted to step forward, but such a powerful figure could easily kill even Shi Chun. What could they do?

Stepping forward would only be courting death.

Huff~

Bai Xian'er put down the trembling child and strode over.

"Let's go."

An Qisheng glanced at the terrified crowd and walked towards the way he had come.

He had done what he should do. As for the rest, whether they were grateful or suspected his motives were impure, there was no need to explain.

People's hearts were fickle, why bother thinking about it?

He strode forward, seemingly without any murderous aura on his body, but the scene of him killing Shi Chun was still vivid in their minds. Who dared to stop him?

The soldiers in front of him stepped aside, watching him leave.

Not far away, a group of patients looked at each other, feeling ashamed and terrified, unsure of what to do.

Even though the poison in their bodies had been解了(jie le, been detoxified) and the quarantine area had collapsed, they still dared not run away.

After a long time, until An Qisheng's figure was no longer visible, a soldier struggled to get up, took Shi Chun's body, and hurried towards Qingzhou Prefecture.

.........

Neigh~

Amidst Bai Xian'er's complex expression, the red horse neighed and galloped away.

After a long time, she turned and left.

When she returned to Qingzhou City, she saw that the city was already in turmoil. Large groups of soldiers were pouring out of the city gates, and even the constables and yamen runners were out in full force. The leader was also a Jinyiwei expert in a flying fish uniform.

The air was filled with killing intent!

Bai Xian'er's heart skipped a beat.

Compared to the Six Doors (police agency), which was only responsible for arresting people, the Jinyiwei was much more domineering. In the past few decades, they had exterminated many martial arts sects.

"However, unless those few make a move, these people can't do anything to Grandpa."

Bai Xian'er shook her head inwardly.

Any innate expert who had condensed their Qi Meridians was a local overlord, able to run amok in prefectures and states, and roam freely throughout the world. No matter how many ordinary soldiers there were, it would be meaningless if they couldn't even catch up.

Especially those independent martial arts experts without the burden of a sect, they wouldn't care about the court's encirclement and suppression.

Could the dignified experts of the Six Doors and Jinyiwei not sleep or rest, and chase a person day after day for decades?

Impossible!

After many people hurried towards the wilderness, Bai Xian'er leisurely returned to Yanyun Pavilion.

"Hmm?"

Just as she reached the entrance, Bai Xian'er frowned.

Although Yanyun Pavilion opened at night, it wasn't empty during the day. Why was it so quiet?

She cautiously entered Yanyun Pavilion.

After turning through several corridors and arriving at the backyard, she heard melodious zither music coming from within, and her expression changed.

The zither music was sometimes sonorous and sometimes gentle. When sonorous, it was like a high mountain and flowing water; when gentle, it was like a woman's soft humming and laughter. The zither music was indescribably beautiful.

But what shocked Bai Xian'er was that.

The zither music was only limited to this small backyard. If she took a step back, she couldn't hear it at all.

"Senior Sister is here, why not come in?"

At this time, the zither music stopped, and a clear, crisp sound, like pearls falling on a jade plate or a spring flowing, rang in her ears.

"It really is her."

Bai Xian'er secretly gritted her teeth, but her face was as radiant as a flower, and she sweetly called out:

"So it's Junior Sister Wushuang..."

She pushed the door open and entered.

In the pavilion by the small artificial lake in the backyard, a red-clothed figure loomed behind a gauze curtain.

Looking at the red figure, Bai Xian'er's heart was complex.

The Six Hells Demonic Sect was a sect from over a thousand years ago, which later split into six sects: Hell Demonic Sect, Great Sun Demonic Sect, Purgatory Demonic Sect, Ten Direction Demonic Valley, White Lotus Demonic Sect, and the Extreme Demonic Sect where Pang Wanyang was.

Later, Pang Wanyang unified the demonic sects, and the Six Hells Demonic Sect reappeared.

Unlike Red Sun Dharma King and Crimson Serpent Dharma King, who openly established their sects, White Lotus Mistress did not accept disciples in the first half of her life. It wasn't until more than ten years ago that she accepted her first and only disciple to inherit her mantle.

This person was Wushuang.

Although they were both disciples of a Sect Master, an only disciple was naturally different.

It was said that when Wushuang first began to practice martial arts, she took a Six Hells Sacred Pill to lay the foundation. She was only twenty years old, but she had already achieved Qi Meridian Completion.

She was the only person in the current Six Hells Demonic Sect who could be compared to the Six Hells Holy Son, Feng Qingxuan.

Even higher in status than her Senior Brother, Duan Yunlong.

Being both women, how could Bai Xian'er not envy her?

"Senior Sister is living happily. Junior Sister has been waiting here for five days before finally seeing Senior Sister."

A gentle breeze lifted the gauze curtain of the pavilion, revealing a charming and delightful smile.

Stunning!

Even though it wasn't the first time she had seen her, Bai Xian'er couldn't help but lower her breathing.

There was a kind of beauty that even women would be captivated by.

The martial arts Bai Xian'er practiced had the effect of beautifying the body, and she hadn't met many people more beautiful than her in the martial world, but every time she saw this woman, she couldn't help but feel inferior.

"Why did Junior Sister deign to come down the mountain?"

Bai Xian'er calmed her mind and asked with a smile.

As she spoke, she walked into the pavilion and sat opposite the red-clothed woman.

"I was bored, so I thought I'd come down the mountain for a walk."

The red-clothed woman's eyes flowed with charm, and her clear black and white eyes seemed to have stars twinkling in them, captivating the soul.

"Could it be for the Holy Son? I heard that the Mistress intends to match you with the Holy Son..."

Bai Xian'er picked up the red clay teapot from the charcoal fire and poured two cups of tea.

She was wary of the person in front of her, but also envious.

"Why is Senior Sister talking about this too?"

The red-clothed woman frowned slightly:

"If Master likes him, she can just bring him into her room. What does it have to do with me?"

"...Junior Sister is joking."

Bai Xian'er didn't dare to respond.

The White Lotus Mistress was known for her promiscuous nature and unconventional ways. She had hundreds of male favorites in her life, but there weren't many who dared to mention it.

Wushuang dared to gossip behind her back, but she didn't dare.

With her delicate fingers, Wushuang brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and gently smiled:

"Senior Sister's mission this time was done poorly. I'm afraid you'll be in trouble when you return to the mountain."

"If the sect wants to punish me, Xian'er can only accept it."

Bai Xian'er sighed softly.

Bian You's death was just that, he was originally an unimportant character, but Chi Changkong was different. Crimson Serpent Dharma King was extremely domineering, and he would definitely not let it go easily if his disciple died inexplicably.

"Senior Sister doesn't need to worry, Junior Sister has a way..."

Wushuang's clear black and white eyes looked at Bai Xian'er with a smile.

"What way does Junior Sister have?"

Bai Xian'er pursed her lips, feeling wary.

There weren't many good people in the demonic sects. Although Wushuang hadn't been known for any evil deeds, she couldn't be careless. In fact, she had to be even more careful.

"Senior Sister probably doesn't know yet."

Wushuang saw Bai Xian'er's wariness and didn't mind. She gently stroked the zither strings, playing an ambiguous note:

"This time Feng Qingxuan made such a big commotion because that person is paving the way for him..."

"Paving the way?"

Bai Xian'er's heart skipped a beat.

She naturally knew who Wushuang was referring to, but that person was only sixty years old at this time, and could be said to be in his prime. Why was he so eager?

Could it be...

"Senior Sister may have guessed it, so Junior Sister won't say more."

Wushuang smiled gently and looked at Bai Xian'er:

"Senior Sister, guess what Junior Sister wants to do?"

"How could Senior Sister guess Junior Sister's thoughts?"

Bai Xian'er's smile was a little forced, and she vaguely guessed something.

It was just that she had no intention of participating in such matters.

"Hehe~"

Wushuang slightly raised her eyes, and a breeze lifted her red dress:

"That position, I, also want to sit on it!"

Wushuang's voice was calm, but Bai Xian'er's heart completely sank.

What could be worse than this?

The Six Hells Demonic Sect was extremely powerful, and its members were spread all over the world, as complex as a dynasty. The fight for the top position would not be much safer than the struggle for the thrones of the various kingdoms, and perhaps even bloodier.

"The law of the jungle and survival of the fittest is the tenet of our holy sect!"

Wushuang gently tapped the zither strings, a hint of arrogance on her exquisite face:

"Feng Qingxuan is not as good as me,

He is not worthy to be in charge of the Holy Sect!"