Chapter 55: Violation of Law 2

Yan Lao remained alert all the way; his horse had been suddenly spooked on the way here, making him sense something unusual.

So on the return journey, he added extra caution, and his pace slowed.

Leaving He Gong Alley, he walked along Shi Street, then turned into an alley halfway, and at its end emerged onto Nanchang Street.

Nanchang Street ran straight north to the county yamen.

Yan Lao was most alert inside the alley—if Chen Master’s men truly intended to strike, this was the most likely place.

Once on Nanchang Street, he should be safe.

This was one of the largest streets in the county, with a wide road, shops lining both sides, bustling with people, and too many witnesses for any attack—hard to escape.

After walking several zhang along Nanchang Street, Yan Lao quietly exhaled in relief—thankfully, nothing happened.

At his age, he disliked unexpected troubles.

Song Lu’s hand had remained on his saber hilt, but he loosened it once on Nanchang Street.

Only Fu Jingyu remained rigidly diligent, steadfastly guarding Xu Yuan—even when a donkey passed by, he scrutinized it carefully, checking for danger.

The street buzzed with noise: vendors shouted their wares, shop attendants enthusiastically called out to customers, and a caravan passed by, donkeys and horses occasionally neighing.

Then suddenly, all noise vanished!

The entire street plunged into darkness.

Yan Lao, who had been walking last to guard the rear, was stunned.

The three men ahead of him disappeared the moment darkness fell.

Yan Lao’s left hand moved swiftly to cast a calculation—but everything around him was “disordered”—a violation of logic, with up and down reversed, right and wrong confused.

“Violation of Law!”

The once-bustling street had become utterly silent.

Daylight had abruptly turned to night.

Yan Lao’s eyes blazed—this ability was perfectly tailored to counter his “algorithm.”

The three ahead hadn’t vanished; he should have seen them, but “Violation of Law” had rendered them invisible.

Yet he couldn’t simply estimate their previous distance to determine their position—under “Violation of Law,” directions like “front, back, left, right” might also be inverted.

Yan Lao grew anxious—he’d never expected to be so thoroughly outmaneuvered in his old age!

Xu Yuan was a protege favored by Magistrate Ma—now he’d lost him under Yan Lao’s watch!

Where could he even face the world again?

Yan Lao’s mind raced, searching for a solution—but every method that flashed through his mind was too slow!

“Boy, you’ve got to hold on!”

…

Xu Yuan’s vision suddenly went black; everything around vanished—the street, the shops, the people, the carts and horses… and the sounds.

“So it finally came,” Xu Yuan’s expression turned cold.

Several pills flew out, spinning around him.

One was a short sword, another was an ordinary golden pill he had condensed himself.

The rest were all new Nascent Soul Pills, forged from Lao Qian’s jars and vials, used as bait.

“Riding the Clouds” and “Riding the Wind” talismans stuck to his legs ensured speed.

A Skin Pill silently covered his chest, shielding his vital points against possible lethal strikes from the darkness.

In one hand he gripped the umbrella his stepmother had given him; in the other, he concealed a short dagger.

The Beast-Bone Musket was hidden at his waist, ready to draw at any moment.

The Beast-Tendon Rope lay coiled beneath his feet like a serpent.

…

Lao Si’s body also exhibited various “violations of logic.”

Blood that should have flowed toward his heart suddenly reversed direction.

Waste that should have been sealed inside suddenly became unsealed.

Eyes that should have been on his face suddenly grew on the back of his skull.

He who should have been standing suddenly inverted, planting his head into the ground.

His liver, meant to detoxify, suddenly began producing massive toxins…

Lao Si wanted to speak, but nothing came from his mouth—instead, some other part of his body emitted a low whimper.

Xing Guolong roared: “Lao Ba, come with me—grab that brat!”

Lao Ba immediately charged into the darkness with his elder brother.

Lao Ba was a Seventh-Rank Wu Xiu, with a monstrously massive frame—so he was never assigned to surveillance; one glance would expose him.

But as a Wu Xiu at this level, he had already cultivated “Bronze Skin, Iron Bones,” making his defense and offense terrifying.

Lao Ba burst in like a mad tiger, his fist slamming toward Xu Yuan’s back like a stone cannonball.

Grabbing this boy quickly was the only way to save Lao Si.

His speed was too fast—Xu Yuan couldn’t turn around in time.

But a golden pill flew in, striking Lao Ba’s arm sideways.

Lao Ba’s punch veered slightly; Xu Yuan used the power of the two talismans to dodge swiftly, the fist grazing his shoulder.

Xu Yuan instantly felt as if his arm had been struck by a heavy bronze mallet—he couldn’t lift it.

Xu Yuan inwardly winced: Seventh-Rank Wu Xiu was truly terrifying!

Previously, he’d only faced Ninth-Rank Wu Xiu—too weak to reveal the true might of Wu Xiu.

Xu Yuan’s golden pill had been forged after returning, scavenging all iron objects from the alley and reinforced multiple times—it was now several times heavier than when he’d first returned from Qihe Platform.

He estimated it weighed a thousand jin!

Even at high speed, it could only slightly deflect the punch.

“You’d better die quickly!” Lao Ba roared, his voice like thunder, striking fear into the soul—he lunged again with another punch.

Xu Yuan used pills to heal his injured shoulder, while his other hand opened the umbrella.

THUD!

The metallic surface of the umbrella sank into a grotesque curve; immense force surged through it—the handle slid out of Xu Yuan’s grip with a hiss, his palm now a bloody mess.

The handle slammed hard into his chest, but the Skin Pill absorbed the blow.

“Puff!” Xu Yuan spat blood, forcing the umbrella handle to twist—the tip “zinged” as a blade shot out!

The blade was thin, sharp, and incredibly hard—it pierced Lao Ba’s right chest, but only sank two fingers deep.

Seventh-Rank Wu Xiu’s “Bronze Skin, Iron Bones.”

Lao Ba casually swatted the blade away, his skin tightening—no blood flowed.

He still charged like a mountain tiger, roaring as he swung punch after punch at Xu Yuan.

Xu Yuan held the umbrella and retreated step by step, passive and disheveled.

A shadow appeared silently behind Xu Yuan, hidden by darkness—his palm floated a golden pill, rapidly shaping into a blade, poised to stab Xu Yuan’s back—when suddenly his foot tripped over something.

A serpent-like rope shot up instantly, binding his ankles, then continued upward to coil around his body.

Xing Guolong roared in fury—he’d failed to ambush, and been ambushed himself!

The blade formed from his golden pill slashed downward—

This was a genuine Seventh-Rank Dan Xiu’s “Sword Pill,” shaped from a golden pill!

SWISH—the Beast-Tendon Rope shattered into pieces.

This was the first time the rope had ever been cut since Xu Yuan had forged the Tendon Pill—but Xu Yuan’s emotions remained unaffected; the short sword had already slipped silently from the side, stabbing straight for Xing Guolong’s neck!

Xing Guolong opened his mouth wide—a golden external pill, covered in intricate patterns, flew out.

The pill was the size of a walnut; Xu Yuan was deeply impressed by Xing Guolong’s adaptability.

The external pill flew forward, met Xu Yuan’s short sword, and CRACKED open—transforming into a mechanical claw that seized the blade.

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