Chapter 177: Not Understanding Words Doesn't Matter—I Still Know a Bit of Martial Arts

Lingyun City, east side.

Yang Mansion.

Because the territory of Great Wu is extremely vast, the Ministry of Revenue has also established an office in Qingzhou.

Yang Wan'an is the person in charge here, but Yang Wan'an rarely goes to the Ministry of Revenue office; he basically works from his own home.

Yang Wan'an picked up his teacup, blew on the tea foam, and took a light sip.

"How come you look a bit uneasy lately?"

Sitting in front of Yang Wan'an was a martial artist at the Yuan Dan realm, sitting upright on the chair, eyes closed, regulating his breath.

He is a wandering martial artist whom Yang Wan'an accidentally saved twenty years ago, named Jiang Mo.

Perhaps because he made a vow and obeyed Yang Wan'an's orders for fifty years, Yang Wan'an's current success is inseparable from Jiang Mo.

Many dirty deeds are done by Jiang Mo, and he does them extremely secretly.

So for all these years, no one has ever known that Yang Wan'an keeps a Yuan Dan realm cultivator under his command.

Jiang Mo opened his eyes: "Lately, I've been feeling restless."

"I keep hearing a name whenever I go out lately—Passing World Yama, Shen Qing."

Yang Wan'an spat out a mouthful of tea leaves, set the teacup back on the table, and crossed his legs.

"You mean him? He's indeed been making waves lately."

"But our Lingyun City is at the southernmost part of Qingzhou, far from Tianxing City."

Although Yang Wan'an said that, Jiang Mo still chose to trust his intuition.

"You'd better listen to me; a high-realm martial artist's intuition is sometimes accurate."

"You'd better restrain yourself lately; if you keep acting recklessly like this, I feel Shen Qing will eventually come to investigate."

Yang Wan'an laughed: "It's fine, not that easy. There are my people in the Embroidered Uniform Guard; if they investigate me, I'll know."

"And are you really afraid of Shen Qing?"

Jiang Mo shook his head: "If he ambushes me, then I'm at a disadvantage."

"But if it's a fair one-on-one, I'm not inferior to him—I even have a three-tenths edge."

"Good, good, good!" Yang Wan'an laughed heartily: "With you and me working together sincerely, what great undertaking could we not accomplish?"

Yang Wan'an glanced outside at the sky.

"Whoever dares to oppose us is truly courting death."

"Later, we'll take down the Great Enlightenment Temple too—by then, you'll get thirty percent of its profits!"

"Just calculating the time, Xu Kong's head should have already hit the ground—why hasn't any news arrived yet?"

As the words fell, the room's large door was kicked open by someone.

"Then you shouldn't expect to receive any news."

Following that, his gaze turned to Jiang Mo: "Who are you? You claim you can best me by three-tenths?"

Yang Wan'an jumped up with a start, his face filled with terror.

Shen Qing!!

How could he be here!

Damn it!

At that moment, Jiang Mo rose and adjusted his clothes.

"You're Shen Qing? To reach this position without my noticing—you do have some skill."

"But not ambushing me will be the biggest mistake you've ever made..."

Slap!!

Shen Qing slapped Jiang Mo's face, the crisp sound echoing in the room.

"What are you babbling about? Shut your mouth."

Jiang Mo's face began to redden continuously—was Shen Qing slapping his face?

Was he trampling on his dignity? He is, after all, a Yuan Dan realm cultivator!

Jiang Mo gritted his teeth: "Hit someone, don't hit the face; scold someone, don't expose their shortcomings."

"Shen Qing, you're going too far!!"

As the words fell, Shen Qing flashed a crimson shadow—a hand clad in blood-colored armor swung straight at Jiang Mo's face.

This slap produced a sonic boom, even faster.

With a crack, Jiang Mo was sent flying entirely.

"I told you to shut your mouth! You don't understand human speech, do you?"

"But it's fine—not understanding words doesn't matter; I still know a bit of martial arts."

"And what's wrong with me hitting your face?"

Shen Qing was about to speak to Yang Wan'an.

But Jiang Mo was muttering on the side—wasn't that causing trouble?

Only then did a series of explosion sounds come from outside; Jiang Mo kept crashing through buildings, finally collapsing amid the rubble.

Only then did Shen Qing turn to look at Yang Wan'an, his killing intent radiating without concealment.

Yang Wan'an only felt his hands trembling; he shakily poured a cup of tea for Shen Qing.

"Shen tea, you drink, adult..."

"Ah, no, that's wrong—Shen sir, please drink your tea..."

Seeing his strongest enforcer defeated in a single move by Shen Qing, and recalling his own boastful words possibly overheard, Yang Wan'an was now terrified beyond measure.

Shen Qing lifted his teacup, took a sip: "Mm, the tea is not bad."

Yang Wan'an squeezed out a smile on his face, about to say some flattering words, but Shen Qing's next sentence made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Did you buy it with ill-gotten gains?"

Yang Wan'an only felt his legs go weak, and he knelt directly before Shen Qing.

"Lord Shen, it's a misunderstanding, there must be some misunderstanding, someone must have framed me!"

Shen Qing raised his finger and shook it: "No, I just rescued Xu Kong from the execution ground, and I also pulled Zhao Yang up — they didn't say that."

"And at dawn, I just destroyed Frost Bell Temple — right, Minister Yang, you're not unfamiliar with that name, are you?"

Yang Wan'an was about to cry: "Lord Shen, what is Frost Bell Temple? I really don't know it."

Shen Qing smiled and took out the account book of Monk Huikong from his bosom.

"Besides, Monk Huikong's account book has written Yang Haichen's name more than once — you don't know Frost Bell Temple, but do you know this?"

Yang Wan'an hurriedly shouted: "Yes, yes, yes, I remember now — the embezzlement was all done by Yang Haichen, and it has nothing to do with me."

Shen Qing smiled with a gentle spring breeze, reached out and pinched Yang Wan'an's face.

"I haven't even said what Frost Bell Temple did, and you already know it's embezzlement?"

Yang Wan'an only felt his heart stop beating.

"And why does what Yang Haichen told you differ from what he told me?"

Shen Qing pointed with one finger, and the room's door was directly sliced into fragments, while the scene outside became crystal clear to Yang Wan'an.

Outside the door, a figure bruised all over, beaten unconscious, was precisely his nephew Yang Haichen.

It was obvious he had already said everything he should and shouldn't have said.

Yang Wan'an's eyes rolled back, and he fainted outright.

Only one thought remained in his heart: It's over, everything is over.

Shen Qing glanced at Yang Wan'an with some disdain: "You have the guts to embezzle so much money, but not the guts to endure my interrogation?"

"Boring."

As he spoke, Shen Qing extended a palm of true qi, grabbed Yang Wan'an and Yang Haichen, and shot straight up into the sky.

Meanwhile, in the not-so-distant ruins, Jiang Mo remained motionless.

He hadn't fainted at all — it was just that when Shen Qing's second slap landed on his face, he understood.

He absolutely was no match for Shen Qing, so he simply lay down and pretended to be dead.

After a long while, Jiang Mo slowly opened his eyes, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Shen Qing, Shen Qing, you're still too young."

But gradually, his smile stiffened on his face.

Because not far away on the roof, Shen Qing was quietly watching him.

"You won't think I'll forget you, will you?"

After saying that, he swung a blade — Jiang Mo's head and body were severed.