Chapter 103: The Constable Who Smiled Like Spring Breeze Is Gone

Undoubtedly, Lu Xiaofeng was a master.

Even poisoned, he possessed keen insight and precise foresight, and at this critical moment, he seized Jin Jiuling’s weakness with perfect accuracy.

That Finger of Spiritual Connection had been twisted into a Clan-Extirpating Claw.

“Jin Jiuling, no matter how cunning you are, we’ve caught you red-handed!”

Gu Qing slipped inside, arrived beside Lu Xiaofeng, pressed one hand on his shoulder, channeled internal energy to purge the poison, all while sneering—everything happened in an instant.

The Nine Yang Divine Art’s internal energy surged into Lu Xiaofeng’s body like a tidal wave; this power infused him, filling every limb and bone with extraordinary strength. The toxins, under this internal force, melted like snow before warm sun, vanishing instantly. When the energy reached his hair tips, Lu Xiaofeng felt each strand bristling with mighty vigor.

“Gu Qing, you’re a beast!”

Lu Xiaofeng cried out in anguish.

Feeling Gu Qing’s overwhelming internal energy, Lu Xiaofeng knew Gu Qing could not possibly be affected by the poison—and this ignited his fury.

At Snake King’s place, when Jin Jiuling appeared, Gu Qing could have ended it all then and there; Jin Jiuling couldn’t have escaped. But Gu Qing didn’t. He preferred to take a palm strike from Jin Jiuling, pretend to spit blood and collapse in the courtyard, endure being chased and slashed to death—just to watch the show.

It was Jin Jiuling who insisted on stealing his spotlight.

It hardened!

Lu Xiaofeng’s fist hardened!

When Lu Xiaofeng’s fist hardened, it was Jin Jiuling who suffered.

Lu Xiaofeng’s hands were the most formidable in the world; countless blades, iron chains, and long whips had been snapped between his fingers. Now, as his five fingers clenched like a vice, Jin Jiuling let out a startled cry and swung his palm straight at Lu Xiaofeng’s forehead!

Jin Jiuling, who had committed the greatest crimes in the Jianghu, was among the strongest masters alive. His martial cultivation had reached the profound state where heavy things felt light and light things felt heavy. Though using only his bare palm, this strike carried the force of a sledgehammer.

Just moments ago, Jin Jiuling had already knocked Gu Qing flying. Now, beside him lay a half-disabled Lu Xiaofeng—this palm strike was virtually guaranteed to land.

Moreover, Gu Qing’s taunt about “catching him red-handed” was not a word Jin Jiuling welcomed, so he showed no mercy.

Gu Qing didn’t move. Lu Xiaofeng didn’t move either.

Jin Jiuling’s palm struck squarely against Lu Xiaofeng’s forehead. In that instant, Lu Xiaofeng’s body showed no sign of strain—but Jin Jiuling felt the contact as if touching burning coals, a surging tide of energy that, like a hurricane, forced his own internal power back along his meridians, overwhelming his defenses!

“Boom!”

Struck by this immense force, Jin Jiuling’s body crashed loudly as he was flung out the window, tumbling to the ground. He tried to summon internal energy—but his five organs churned violently; he couldn’t even calm his breath.

Worse still, in that instant of strike, recoil, pull, and twist, Lu Xiaofeng hadn’t released his grip—resulting in Jin Jiuling’s body and soul being torn apart.

“Aaaahhh…”

Humiliated beyond endurance, Jin Jiuling glared at Gu Qing, wishing he were dead.

“At Snake King’s place, I was pretending.”

Gu Qing said calmly.

Dusk, again dusk, golden and enchanting.

From within the small courtyard, moans finally emerged.

Only Jin Jiuling’s pained groans.

Lu Xiaofeng kept shaking his hand; after the soul-body separation, the mechanical part—deprived of internal energy—had been crushed by his grip. Now, Lu Xiaofeng felt his Finger of Spiritual Connection was tainted.

“I’ve never liked fighting with internal energy.”

Gu Qing chuckled: “But when it’s a reckless, no-strings-attached duel, I’m fine with it.”

When Gu Qing first entered the Jianghu, he thought internal energy duels were foolish. But over time, he channeled most of his good deeds into cultivating internal energy, making his cultivation unparalleled in history. Using sheer power to dominate others felt incredibly satisfying.

Besides, this internal energy duel didn’t break Gu Qing’s Four Non-Duel Rules, because this situation counted as a group assault against a barely matched opponent—permissible. Lu Xiaofeng was wiping his hands when he suddenly frowned and asked: “What do you mean by ‘reckless, no-strings-attached duel’?”

“It means even if I lose for a moment, I won’t be the one who dies.”

Gu Qing said indifferently.

“Swish!”

Lu Xiaofeng’s face darkened as he struck—his Finger of Spiritual Connection snipped toward Gu Qing’s groin. Such things could not happen twice; Lu Xiaofeng must teach Gu Qing a brutal lesson to avenge today’s humiliation.

“Hahahaha…”

Gu Qing laughed loudly inside the room, twisting and dodging with the Nine Yin True Scripture’s Willow-Drifting Force and Snake-Crawl Fox-Tumble techniques, evading swiftly within the confined space. After several evasions, he flipped over several somersaults and leapt out the door.

“Don’t worry.”

Gu Qing grinned: “Once word spreads that you captured the Embroidery Bandit, you’ll be the most celebrated man in the Jianghu again.”

At the start of the Embroidery Bandit case, Master Kugua said the most celebrated man in the Jianghu wasn’t Lu Xiaofeng. Now, Lu Xiaofeng has reclaimed his throne.

This struck Lu Xiaofeng’s weak point. His fury vanished instantly—he had to hand the Embroidery Bandit case over to Gu Qing.

!

This was Gu Qing’s righteous deed.

Gu Qing was the true hero who deserved the Jianghu’s gratitude!

As for Lu Xiaofeng… once he wanted the whole world to know him; now he wanted the whole world to forget him.

After a brief commotion, Lu Xiaofeng changed into male attire.

The small room held various garments—all used by Gongsun Lan for disguise—and they were all complete. Now, back in male clothes, Lu Xiaofeng exhaled deeply. He had never been content, having endured countless bizarre dangers—but today’s ordeal was the one that left him most shaken, so much so that changing back into his male clothes felt like waking from a nightmare.

“Sigh…”

Lu Xiaofeng let out a long sigh.

Hua Manlou silently held up three fingers.

His third great regret had come to pass.

Lu Xiaofeng gazed upward, lamenting: his closest friend had changed after falling in love—now he wouldn’t even comfort him.

Suddenly, a long whip cracked through the air, lashing Jin Jiuling’s body. The fallen man opened his eyes to see Xue Bing, her face icy, holding a horsewhip, striking him relentlessly.

Though Lu Xiaofeng had suffered today, Xue Bing knew Jin Jiuling’s malice had been aimed at her. Filled with hatred, she whipped him over thirty times, forcing him to roll on the ground, before drawing her blade, ready to kill him.

“Wait.”

Lu Xiaofeng called out: “Jin Jiuling hasn’t revealed his treasure hideouts yet.”

The Embroidery Bandit stole too much—everything must be recovered.

“In Wuyang City, South China…”

Jin Jiuling named several locations, looked at Lu Xiaofeng, and said: “Kill me. Use your other hand.”

Jin Jiuling had lost all will to live. Lu Xiaofeng knew exactly which hand he meant. He flicked his finger—qi struck Jin Jiuling’s crown.

Jin Jiuling’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed face-down.

The constable who once wore a smile like spring breeze was finally dead.

(End of Chapter)