Chapter 98: Baisun Daoren

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He carried the body of Prefect Cai into the Prefect's residence, killed the servants who took over along the way, and then pressed Prefect Cai into the chair in the study.

Lu Li turned around and slowly withdrew an arrow from the crevice of his sword scabbard.

The arrowhead of this arrow bore a unique barbed angle; it was a crossbow bolt commonly used by the Tatars.

"Don't!

Bright Venerable... as long as you spare me, I can give you anything."

"What Colonel Lu can give you, I can give you more!

This Haozhou City... I am willing to share half with you!

The properties of the Wang Family and the Su Family, I will help you take them down."

"My daughter's beauty is peerless; even Colonel Lu covets her. If you spare my life, you may also marry my daughter.

As long as you let me go..."

Prefect Cai's voice came to an abrupt end; the arrow in Lu Li's hand pierced through his chest and nailed him firmly to the chair behind him.

Lu Li stood before him and said calmly, "Regardless of how tonight's battle goes, on the surface, you must die at the hands of the Tatars."

Having said that, Lu Li flicked his robe sleeve, messing up the books on the study desk to create a chaotic facade of an assassination.

After confirming that Prefect Cai had completely stopped breathing, Lu Li turned around and was about to leave.

But who would have thought, just as he stepped outside the door, he saw someone walking in from outside the courtyard gate; it was too late to dodge.

Lu Li recognized that this person was Prefect Cai's daughter, Cai Miss.

Lu Li, who had intended to kill to silence the witness, could not help but hesitate for a moment.

Cai Miss covered her mouth and let out a low cry, then stood frozen on the spot, murmuring, "You... are Colonel Lu?"

At this, Lu Li was also somewhat surprised.

"I am wearing a mask, and you still recognized me?"

Cai Miss's face turned slightly red, and she smiled softly, "As long as it is you, I can recognize you..."

"It is so late, why are you coming out of my father's study? Sigh, last night... Father was furious, I thought you wouldn't come..."

"Why are you wearing such a terrifying mask? Eh? Lu..."

Lu Li's figure vanished from where he stood, instantly appearing before Cai Miss, and he whispered into her ear, "Sorry."

Following that, Lu Li slashed out the fastest sword strike of his life.

This strike was ruthless and merciless, but it was not a powerful strike, because this strike was fast for the sake of being fast; it was no longer a supreme sword technique.

But in Lu Li's heart, as long as it was fast, that was enough.

The ruthlessness and speed of this strike were to ensure the enemy felt no pain.

Cai Miss's body slowly fell to the ground, and Lu Li's figure had already drifted into the night.

Since Cai Miss had seen Lu Li, she could only die.

"All I can do is let you go without pain."

A true hero must have a cold heart.

It is only a pity that the falling flowers have intent, while the flowing water is heartless.

The next day, the entire Haozhou City would know that Prefect Cai was dead.

He had been assassinated by the Tatars; a feathered arrow commonly used by the Yuan soldiers had pierced his heart.

After killing the Prefect, the Tatars had snatched some banknotes and treasures, but were seen by Cai Miss while fleeing, and as a result, Cai Miss had also perished... A high official like the Prefect dying was definitely a major event.

But for the current Song, it seemed there was nothing left that counted as a major event.

If someone local had caused trouble or started an uprising to kill the Prefect, they might have taken it seriously, but all clues pointed to an assassination by the Tatars, so it could only be left unsettled.

... The night had not yet passed; Lu Li had left the Prefect's side, but other locations in Haozhou City were not peaceful.

In the residences of those merchants who did not attend the Bright Venerable's appointment, there was a chorus of chaos.

At the gates of the Wang Family and Su Family residences, Ming Cult members were locked in a chaotic battle with a group of people.

As the local wealthy families of Haozhou, the two families naturally kept many retainers and guards.

Now the Ming Cult had almost flipped the table and abandoned reason, and Colonel Lu had also rejected Prefect Cai's "good intentions."

Such a situation destined that the government would not interfere in what happened tonight.

Prefect Cai's soldiers dealt with one side, while the Wang Family and Su Family were responsible for dealing with the other.

"A bunch of martial arts scum, you dare to strike at my Wang Family? Do not think that just because your Ming Cult relies on Lu Zhuang, you can contend with our Su and Wang families."

"Tonight, your Bright Venerable and those people from Lu Zhuang will all die."

Behind the group of guards, Wang Sheng and Su Bozhong stood together, their words carrying a hint of contempt.

Facing the Ming Cult members led by the Eagle King and the Lion King, the two showed no signs of nervousness on their faces.

Only hearing Su Bozhong laugh, "Could it be you think only Lu Zhuang can find you, and that our Su and Wang families have no one behind us?"

"Cult Leader Baisun, please take action."

Su Bozhong and Wang Sheng shouted loudly toward the other side of the street.

Before the words had faded, countless figures in white rushed out from that end of the long street.

These people were all dressed in white clothes, wearing square caps, with a white lotus flower embroidered in the center of their belts.

The person in the lead wore a crown, had a slender build, and his face was gaunt, shaped like a skull.

The Eagle King and the Lion King exchanged a glance, both recognizing this person.

White Lotus Sect Cult Leader, Baisun Daoren!

Unexpectedly, the martial arts force behind the Wang Family and Su Family was actually another major sect near Haozhou, the White Lotus Sect!

In the blink of an eye, the White Lotus Sect members surged forward.

Baisun Daoren said with a sinister chuckle, "I hear that a few days ago, your Bright King killed Cult Leader Shi and became the Bright Venerable? Heh heh, where is he? Tell him to get out here at once."

"Half a year ago, my Xuanming Divine Palm had not yet reached Major Accomplishment, and he killed dozens of my brothers in the sect!"

"Now that my divine art is complete, tonight I will personally annihilate your Ming Cult to avenge my brothers of the White Lotus Sect."

Baisun Daoren's gaze was cold and sinister; as he channeled his True Qi, a terrifying chill radiated from his palms.

"A defeated foe dares to spout such wild words?"

The Lion King laughed loudly, "The Bright Venerable has his own important matters. If he were here, you would already be a pile of rotten meat."

"Heh, if your Cult Leader were here, he might still be able to exchange a few words with me."

The killing intent on Baisun Daoren's body gradually surged: "Do you think you are worthy?"

"Tonight, regardless of whether your Cult Leader is here or not, your Ming Cult must give my White Lotus Sect an explanation."

Having said that, Baisun Daoren's figure flickered, and he charged directly toward the Lion King.

The Lion King let out a thunderous roar, bent his body abruptly, and sprang up from the ground like a coiled spring.

He smashed his fists out from his chest, one fist rising into the sky, striking directly at Baisun Daoren.

This punch was rigid, fierce, and sharp, with True Qi erupting like a volcano.

The air in front of his fists was torn apart by the powerful force, emitting a shrill sound.

The people from the Su and Wang families who had been standing to the side all changed color, retreating under the impact of the fist wind.

However, Baisun Daoren merely gave a sinister chuckle.

One could see his palms pushing out slowly; they were as soft as water ripples, yet colder than glacial ice.

Boom!

Fist and palm collided, a violent ripple erupted between the two, and both their figures retreated simultaneously.

Baisun Daoren was seen slowly withdrawing his palms, a look of smugness on his face.

The Lion King, however, stumbled back several steps and could not stop; the Eagle King saw the situation was dire and immediately used his movement technique to go up and support the Lion King.

But the next instant, the Eagle King's face turned pale, and his palm recoiled as if he had been electrocuted.

"Xuanming Divine Palm!"

"To think it is this cold."

On the other side, after trading a palm strike with Baisun Daoren, the Lion King could not stop shivering.

Suddenly, the Lion King spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Everyone saw that within the blood, there were actually several small ice cubes condensing and emitting a chill!

The members of the Ming Cult could not help but be shocked and terrified; one must know that the Lion King's martial arts were known for their dominance, and he was one of the strongest in the Ming Cult, second only to the Bright Venerable.

Yet, he could not withstand a single palm strike from Baisun Daoren.

"After this Xuanming Divine Palm reaches Major Accomplishment, it actually has such power?"

Several Elders immediately put away the contempt in their hearts, not expecting Baisun Daoren's martial arts to have truly advanced so much.

"Hahaha!"

"Cult Leader Baisun truly has excellent martial arts."

"Ming Cult, weren't you very smug when you took over the commercial streets a few days ago? After tonight, the territory you conquered will all belong to us."

The Su and Wang families and the others laughed heartily, feeling that the humiliation they had suffered during this period would be returned in full to the Ming Cult and Lu Zhuang today.

Baisun Daoren laughed, "Members of the Ming Cult, if you are willing to kneel and surrender, I will spare your lives; those who dare to resist will be killed without mercy."

"Do it."

The White Lotus Sect followers and the guards of the Su and Wang families suddenly charged toward the members of the Ming Cult.