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Chapter 38 Master Li
The next day, at six in the morning.
As dawn broke, Tan Xing suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp and piercing.
He sat up abruptly, his joints cracking with a series of crisp sounds. A deep sleep had not only washed away his fatigue but also left him in a state of peak energy and vitality.
Without hesitation, he immediately began practicing several sets of body-refining exercises in the room.
His movements were expansive and powerful, each movement accelerating the circulation of his internal energy, causing his skin to heat up rapidly, and clearing all the meridians in his body.
Once his body was at its peak, he sat cross-legged, focused his mind, and began circulating the *Blood Blade Scripture*. The moment he
activated the technique, a sudden change occurred!
A faint mist of blood seemed to seep from his pores, and a fierce and pure crimson inner energy erupted from his dantian, surging endlessly, faintly outlining a blurry yet ferocious blood-red blade shadow behind him.
His internal energy surged like a torrent of scorching iron, rapidly circulating through his meridians along the unique and complex pathways of the Blood Saber Scripture, endlessly repeating.
Each cycle carried a vast amount of blood and qi, like an invisible forging hammer, repeatedly tempering and refining his flesh, bones, internal organs, and even the deepest marrow.
Simultaneously, the spiritual energy of the surrounding world was forcibly plundered by this ferocious technique, constantly flowing into his dantian, impacting and expanding his already resilient dantian, allowing it to accommodate even more crimson internal energy.
Time flew by during his cultivation.
The blood-blade phantom behind him grew increasingly solid, exuding a menacing aura.
*Ring ring!
* The set alarm on his phone rang precisely on time, startling Tan Xing from his deep meditation.
"Nine o'clock!"
He abruptly opened his eyes, glancing at the wall clock, a flash of bloodlust in his eyes that instantly vanished.
He moved with lightning speed, rushing into the bathroom to quickly wash up, not even bothering to eat breakfast, grabbing his coat and dashing out the door.
As Tan Xing passed the old fried noodle cart belonging to his family downstairs, his steps faltered almost imperceptibly. His peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the cabinet door... a small, unopened transparent plastic bag tucked inside.
A wave of relief washed over him.
"Thank goodness, Su San and his gang didn't notice this..."
The thought flashed through his mind, and without further hesitation, he sped off towards the Lingjing bus stop.
...
Liuyun Garden Villa District.
In stark contrast to the dilapidated chaos of the northern part of the city, this place was lush with greenery, tranquil, and charmingly arranged with detached villas of varying styles. Even the air seemed to exude an aura of wealth and peace.
Security personnel were sharp-eyed and patrolled diligently.
"Tsk, truly a wealthy person's domain," Tan Xing clicked his tongue, straightening his slightly disheveled collar from his journey, and confidently walked towards the gate. After stating his name and the reason for his visit, the security guard, clearly having been notified beforehand, politely guided him into the complex. Following the house number, Tan Xing stood before a modern-style three-story villa with its own courtyard. He had barely pressed the doorbell when the door clicked open. Standing behind the door was Yu Shasha. Today, she was dressed in simple sportswear, her ponytail tied high, looking refreshing and lively. Seeing Tan Xing, her eyes lit up, and she quickly waved, "Tan Xing! Come in, come in! Master Li has arrived and is chatting with my brother in the tea room!" "Thank you." Tan Xing nodded and stepped inside. The villa's interior was exquisitely decorated without being ostentatious, full of a lived-in feel. As Yu Shasha led him inside, she whispered quickly, "Let me tell you, Master Li has a bit of a quirk. He doesn't like nonsense and hates it when people question his professional skills. Just tell him what you need, but don't ask 'why' or 'can't it be done?' My brother had to persuade him for a long time to agree to see you." "Understood." Tan Xing indicated that he understood. It's perfectly normal for a skilled craftsman to have a temper. Passing through the living room, Yu Shasha pushed open a half-closed solid wood door. In the elegant room filled with the aroma of tea, Yu Feng sat opposite an elderly man. Upon seeing Tan Xing, Yu Feng, seated at the head of the table, forced a smile: "You've arrived? This is Master Li, the chief weaponsmith of Xuanwu Heavy Industry, especially skilled in forging swords. Tell Master Li what you need." The more he spoke, the more frustrated he felt, as if he were a damn fool, getting beaten up and still having to pay for a precious sword.
Knowing Uncle Li's personality, he would definitely use the best materials. He acted impulsively yesterday, and now he feels utterly wronged.
The old man was around fifty years old, dressed in simple work clothes. His knuckles were large and calloused, his face serious, and his eyes sharp enough to pierce through metal and stone. Even just sitting there, he exuded a powerful and composed aura.
Hearing this, he merely raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over Tan Xing with a tangible intensity, pausing particularly on the "Black Thunder - Swift" sword hanging at his waist. He nodded slightly but remained silent.
"Young Master Yu, good morning!"
Tan Xing greeted him casually, then turned to the old man, his expression becoming more respectful:
"Master Li, hello."
After a few pleasantries, Tan Xing got to the point, smiling as he said to Master Li:
"Master Li, I'm just a commoner, I don't know the proper etiquette. I just wanted to ask, how exactly is this custom-made knife made?"
Master Li then put down his teacup, his gaze refocusing on Tan Xing, his voice low and slightly hoarse, getting straight to the point:
"Let me see your knife."
Tan Xing unfastened the "Black Thunder-Swift" and handed it over with both hands.
He maintained the proper respect for such a true master.
Master Li took the knife, but didn't immediately draw it. Instead, he first weighed it in his hand, his fingers tracing the patterns on the scabbard and the feel of the hilt, a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
"The Black Thunder series standard horizontal sword, the 'Swift' type, is characterized by its lightness, thinness, and speed, pursuing the ultimate in cutting speed. It
's a product from Xuanwu Heavy Industry three years ago. The precision and materials are above average, but it's a mass-produced item, too much craftsmanship and lacking in spirit."
He commented casually, revealing the sword's origin and characteristics in one sentence.
Then, with a "clang," he drew the sword from its sheath.
A stream of dark, cold light flowed out, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.
On the blade, there was still a very faint trace of blood that hadn't been completely wiped away from yesterday's fierce battle.
Master Li's fingers gently stroked the blade, feeling the imperceptible wear and the subtle marks left by last night's collision, his eyes flickering slightly.
He flicked the blade with his finger.
A clear, long, and slightly sharp "hum" of the sword rang out, lingering for a long time.
"It's seen blood, and not just one drop. A murderous aura has arisen, but it doesn't fully harmonize with the knife's inherent characteristics; instead, it clashes with it, hindering its sharpness."
Yu Feng and Yu Shasha exchanged a glance.
Yu Feng frowned at Tan Xing:
"Mad dog! You took that knife yesterday and used it to kill people? Judging from Old Li's words, it wasn't just one?"
"None of your business!" Tan Xing glanced at Yu Feng, cursing inwardly, too lazy to pay him any attention.
Interrupted by Yu Feng, Master Li's expression grew impatient. He glared at Yu Feng, then looked at Tan Xing with sharp eyes:
"How does it feel to use it? Too light?"
Tan Xing was inwardly impressed; indeed, a master's skill was immediately apparent.
He answered truthfully, "It's too light, not easy to handle. When I'm cutting people, there's a feeling of sluggishness, making it hard to be truly satisfied."
"Satisfied?"
Master Li raised an eyebrow, seemingly very interested in the word:
"Kid, a knife is a weapon, not a toy for your amusement."
"But a weapon that's easy to handle allows for better killing and a better chance of survival. Isn't that itself a kind of 'satisfaction'?"
Tan Xing responded calmly, without a trace of hesitation in his eyes.
Master Li stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly sheathed the knife and tossed it back to Tan Xing.
"Interesting. What kind of martial art do you practice? What attribute of internal energy do you specialize in? What's your approximate cultivation level? What are your usual knife techniques? What kind of knife do you want? Tell me everything."
Master Li was concise and directly began asking about the core parameters.
Yu Feng and Yu Shasha both quieted down, knowing that the crucial moment had arrived.
Tan Xing pondered for a moment, considering the need to keep the technique secret, and then vaguely explained:
"The technique emphasizes blood and qi killing, the internal energy... is sharp, unpredictable, and destructive. My cultivation level
has only recently entered the Blood Condensation Realm.
The sword technique... is precise, swift, unpredictable, aiming for a one-hit kill, but also needs to be agile and changeable.
As for the sword I want..."
A glint of light flashed in his eyes as he described his vision:
"It must be at least one and a half times heavier than 'Black Thunder-Swift'! The length can be slightly longer.
The center of gravity needs to be forward, which is beneficial for slashing and chopping! The material must be able to perfectly support and amplify my internal energy, preferably... the kind that can amplify bloodlust! The appearance doesn't need to be gorgeous, the more understated the better, but it must be sturdy and durable!"
After hearing Tan Xing's requirements, Yu Feng frowned slightly, feeling that these requirements were somewhat vague and extreme.
But Master Li's eyes gleamed even brighter, and he even subconsciously sat up straight, looking Tan Xing up and down.
"Heavy blade, armor-piercing, bloodthirsty, conductive, sharp... and durable."
Master Li's voice was deep: "The blade reflects the man... indeed... you're not a righteous person..."
He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, as if realizing something, and gave Tan Xing a deep look before continuing:
"I have the materials readily available. Xuanwu Heavy Industries' warehouse happens to have a piece of 'Blood-Veined Black Steel' that I acquired by chance, mixed with a small amount of 'Black Steel' and 'Star Iron.' It has a certain degree of activity, able to absorb blood and energy to nourish the wielder, is exceptionally sturdy, and has excellent energy conductivity, matching your requirements by more than 80%! "
His tone carried an excitement of encountering a challenge:
"But this material is extremely difficult to forge. The temperature, forging, and quenching requirements are extremely demanding; the slightest mistake will ruin everything! Moreover, the price is exorbitant. The material cost alone is this much."
He held out a palm.
"Five hundred thousand?" Yu Feng asked tentatively.
"Five million! Federal currency!" Master Li said decisively.
Yu Feng gasped.
Yu Shasha covered her mouth, looking at Tan Xing in astonishment.
Tan Xing's expression also stiffened slightly.
He knew custom-made weapons were expensive, but he hadn't expected them to be this expensive! Five million! He wouldn't be worth that much even if he were sold! But then he thought, he wasn't the one who needed to pay for it. A
grin immediately spread across his face as he looked at Yu Feng's aggrieved face, and he couldn't help but laugh, teasing, "Young Master Yu, you don't think it's too expensive, do you?" Yu
Feng's face flushed red. He wasn't upset about the money, but about the loss of face! The dignified Young Master Yu, renowned as a genius for many years, had never suffered such a loss, especially not from the same person repeatedly!
But unlike Tan Xing, he, Young Master Yu, was a man of pride, and could only coldly snort,
"Hmph! I mean what I say! Uncle Li, all the expenses for this knife will come from my private account!"
Master Li looked at him suspiciously upon hearing this:
"Young Master Yu, are you sure? That piece of 'Blood-Patterned Black Steel' was something I specially kept for you, to forge your twin halberds after your Blood Condensation Realm is stable. Are you really going to use it?" Yu Feng's
heart bled upon hearing this, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, he could only grit his teeth and insist:
"I'm sure! Uncle Li, a bet is a bet!"
Master Li said no more, nodding to Tan Xing: "Come and collect the sword in three days." He then
stood up, walked to Tan Xing, and carefully measured his arms, shoulders, fingers, and palms.
"Hmm, the bones haven't closed yet, they're still growing. The sword will need to be three inches longer to suit your future physique. I understand."
With that, he finished his cold tea in one gulp and strode away.
Watching Master Li's decisive departure, Tan Xing couldn't help but grin, turning to give Yu Feng a thumbs-up:
"Young Master Yu, look! That's what you call professional!"
Yu Feng, seeing Tan Xing's smug, self-satisfied expression, felt his anger surge to the top of his head, nearly crushing his teacup:
"Get lost! Crawl back in three days to get your knife! Nobody's coming to pick you up!"
Tan Xing shrugged nonchalantly, turning to Yu Shasha with a grin:
"Yu Shasha, remember to message me then!"
"Okay, okay, you go now! I'm afraid my brother's going to explode!"
Yu Shasha suppressed a laugh and quickly waved her hand.
Tan Xing was finally satisfied, turning and walking out with his hands in his pockets.
The moment his back was to the Yu siblings, the grin vanished instantly, his eyes visibly darkening, as if frozen solid.
'Su Tianhao…are you ready? Didn't you want the blood crystal?' "I was planning to bring some friends over for you, I hope you like this generous gift."
He sneered inwardly, quickening his pace, his figure disappearing swiftly at the end of the tree-lined path in the villa area.
"Damn it!"
Yu Feng stared intently at the direction Tan Xing's figure disappeared, finally unable to contain his anger, slamming his fist on the table, making the teacup clang.
Yu Shasha chuckled beside him: "Hey bro! It's just five million, why are you so angry?"
"Money? Am I worried about that little bit of money?"
Yu Feng suddenly turned his head, veins throbbing on his forehead: "I'm frustrated! Understand? Frustrated!"
He became angrier as he spoke, taking two steps in place before abruptly stopping:
"This mad dog, why does he think he can be on top of me? I must break through my cultivation level as soon as possible! Once my cultivation is stable, I'll personally smash him to pieces!"
Without waiting for Shasha's response, he grabbed the Xuan Tie double halberds leaning against the wall and rushed towards the training room at home, his back radiating anger.
"Martial arts fanatic!"
Yu Shasha muttered helplessly as she watched her brother's hasty retreating figure.
She truly didn't understand. Was martial arts really that alluring?
Even if her brother didn't practice martial arts, he was already the undisputed heir to Xuanwu Heavy Industries, living a life of luxury. What was wrong with that?
Why did he insist on training to the point of death, constantly talking about going to the wilderness, to the battlefield of alien beasts, even yearning for that despairing Great Wall that isolated another world, and the alien realm beyond the Great Wall where evil gods whispered, alien beasts roamed, a veritable hell on earth… Just hearing about that place sent chills down her spine.
Her brother was like that, Tan Xing was like that, and almost all the boys around her with martial arts talent were like that.
Perhaps, for someone like her, whose innate martial arts aptitude was almost zero, she would never truly understand…
that intoxicating feeling of possessing immense power, of having every bit of progress truly under their control, was the ultimate temptation that no wealth or power in the world could replace for them.
In short… fist is power!
These four words also reveal the most naked, cruel, and intoxicating truth in this world!
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Chapter 39 Su Da's Attack
"What? Su San took his men out and hasn't returned yet?!"
Su Tianhao whirled around, his eyes sharp, staring intently at the black-clad man standing before him, his voice rising sharply, laced with a fierce edge.
The subordinate in the black suit, his forehead dripping with cold sweat, trembled almost imperceptibly, and he forced a reply:
"Yes...yes, boss! We haven't been able to contact him. The last signal we received...has completely disappeared."
"Hmph, trash! Can't even handle a high school student. He's probably already been buried alive!"
A cold glint flashed in Su Tianhao's eyes as he instantly made his judgment. He suppressed his anger, his tone turning icy and indifferent, and ordered the black-clad man before him:
"Su Qi, immediately contact the people in the wilderness area and tell that brainless idiot Su Da to get back here right now! The Blood Crystal isn't in the hands of those trash from the Blood God Cult. Make him come back to see me immediately!"
"Yes, boss!"
Remembering Su Da's manic behavior, Su Qi shuddered.
...
In the desolate southern wilderness of Northern Xinjiang, the air was thick with the stench of blood and scorched earth.
A young man dressed in a special combat uniform, with the "Peak" insignia etched on his chest, sat casually on a still-warm corpse.
This was Su Da, the man Su Tianhao had mentioned.
Before him, a Blood God Cult member was suspended in mid-air by rough ropes, his body covered in wounds.
Su Da narrowed his eyes, a playful smile on his face, and slowly asked,
"Say it one last time, where did you hide that blood crystal? Last time you offered a sacrifice but failed to communicate with your so-called Blood God, where did you move that blood crystal?"
The hanging cultist suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning with almost insane, deep-seated hatred, and roared,
"You blasphemous bastards! You attacked my cult while I was communicating with our Lord, stole the sacred object... and now you have the nerve to ask?! Our Lord will surely punish you, making you wail for eternity, and die a horrible death!" Upon
hearing this, Su Da didn't get angry but laughed, his lips curving into an exaggerated arc:
"I didn't really expect you to say anything."
His tone was relaxed, as if he were just chatting casually.
"I... was just looking for some fun."
Before he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, and a strangely curved scimitar instantly appeared!
*Whoosh!
* A cold blade of light flashed like lightning, leaving only a blur!
"Ahhh!"
A piercing scream tore through the deathly silence of the wilderness!
The cultist's entire right leg, from thigh to ankle, had been precisely sliced clean of flesh in an instant, leaving only a bloody, gruesome white bone!
Just as Su Da tilted his head, seemingly admiring his "masterpiece" and pondering where to strike next, a team member, also dressed in peak combat gear, rushed over, urgently reporting in a low voice:
"Boss! The boss has given us an urgent order! We must retreat immediately! Su San has fallen, but Bloodstone… has a new lead! The boss wants you back right now!"
Su Da paused, his manic smile freezing for a moment.
But the next instant, that shock was swallowed by an even more surging madness.
"Hahaha! Good! Back! Right now!"
He laughed maniacally, but the scimitar in his hand didn't stop; instead, it transformed into an even more violent and dense storm of blade light, relentlessly raining down on the groaning, writhing cultist!
The maniacal laughter and heart-wrenching screams intertwined, but within a few breaths, all sound abruptly ceased.
Where he stood, only a cleanly scraped skeleton remained, held together by a few strands of flesh and tendons, hanging from a rope, swaying gently in the desolate wind, emitting a sickeningly fine grinding sound.
Su Da casually flicked his scimitar, shaking off the warm blood droplets, then with a backhand slash, he plunged the blade into the cultist's skull, turned, and walked away.
His teammates, also clad in combat gear, seemed oblivious to the horrific scene, their eyes numb and lifeless, silently following him into the heavy armored vehicle.
...
Meanwhile, Tan Xing had already silently returned to the vicinity of the residential area.
His sharp gaze swept around, and after confirming no one was paying attention, he swiftly moved to the dilapidated fried noodle cart parked downstairs.
He quickly opened the compartment door and pulled out a heavy paint bucket.
The weight made Tan Xing's eyes turn cold. Without hesitation, he turned and strode towards his apartment building.
He hurried home and locked the door.
He eagerly lifted the lid of the paint bucket... The blood inside had almost completely disappeared; the surface that had once submerged the blood crystal was now reduced to a thin layer.
Even more strangely, the paint bucket, which should have reeked of a foul stench after being left for several days, now had no odor whatsoever.
It was as if the blood crystal had not only devoured the blood but also its odor.
"Heh, Su Tianhao, if you don't want me to have a good time... then nobody else will!" A fierce glint flashed in Tan Xing's eyes.
He scooped out the blood crystal, its color growing increasingly deep and eerie, from the bucket. He rushed into the bathroom, rinsed the crystal clean, and casually placed it beside the sink.
After a quick shower, Tan Xing looked up at himself in the mirror.
His hair seemed a bit longer.
His eyes sharpened, and he drew his 'Black Thunder - Swift' with a backhand motion.
The blade flashed, and a few swishing sounds filled the air as hair fell.
The boy in the mirror had his once-length hair neatly shaved into a buzz cut, revealing a smooth forehead and a pair of cold eyes.
Staring at himself in the mirror, Tan Xing raised an eyebrow in satisfaction.
"Tsk, I just wanted to be a normal student, but you guys... forced me to become a butcher... Damn it!"
He chuckled coldly, his fingertips tracing the cold blade.
He pulled a plain black hoodie from his wardrobe and changed into it, carefully inserting the 'Black Thunder-Swift' into the specially made sheath at his back, pulling up the wide hood to cover his head.
He casually picked up the blood crystal beside the sink, which felt warm to the touch yet faintly exuded an ominous aura, and grinned.
He then casually pulled off a mask and left home.
From then on, Tan Xing, carrying that strange blood crystal, began his seemingly aimless wandering.
He was seen enjoying a bowl of rice noodle rolls at a bustling stall in the city center, casually beating up several thugs who were trying to extort money in the dark alleys of the north district, flitting past an abandoned factory in the Yufeng district like a ghost, and sitting in a corner of a noisy bar in the south district, observing coldly.
From day to night, he moved between different areas, seemingly wandering aimlessly, eating and drinking, but in reality, he was keeping a close eye on everything around him, carefully observing the movements around him.
When he was in the southern part of the city, strolling from one bar to another, he finally noticed a few "tails" following him not far behind.
Tan Xing's lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile, revealing a hint of a successful plan.
He tilted his head back and drank the last sip of his ice-cold beer, the bottom of the glass clinking crisply against the table.
Then he took out his phone, his fingertips swiping across the screen, skillfully dialing a number.
"Hey, Little Fox?"
A cheerful, laughing response came immediately from the other end of the phone:
"Haha! What's up, Brother Tan?"
"Nothing serious!"
Tan Xing's tone was as relaxed as if
he were ordering a late-night snack: "Do me a favor. In the South City District, at the intersection of Ya Ru Road, there's a bar called 'A Little Drink.' Bring a clean set of clothes and a can of blood, human or animal blood, anything goes. Be quick!"
"Blood?"
The voice on the other end paused for a moment, but immediately reacted without hesitation:
"Understood! Be there in twenty minutes!"
About fifteen minutes later, Tan Xing's phone vibrated.
He answered, and Little Fox's voice came through quickly: "Brother Tan! I'm here, where are you?"
Tan Xing smiled and said in a low voice: "Don't come over, someone's watching. Just leave the things on the bar, don't touch me."
"Need any help?" Little Fox's tone instantly turned cold.
"No need, just deliver it and go back, listen to me."
Tan Xing's voice left no room for argument.
"Okay, be careful."
Tan Xing's gaze shifted to the bar, and he caught a glimpse of Xiao Hu handing a black backpack to a waiter before turning and disappearing into the night outside without hesitation.
Only after Xiao Hu's figure had completely vanished did Tan Xing leisurely walk towards the bar.
"Hello, my friend left a bag here, I've come to pick it up."
Tan Xing wore a polite smile.
"Yes, sir, may I ask your name?" The receptionist smiled sweetly.
Tan Xing was slightly taken aback, then readily agreed: "My surname is Huang, Huang Lin."
"Yes, Mr. Huang, please take this."
The receptionist handed him the backpack with both hands.
Tan Xing took the backpack, a smile creeping onto his face.
In their younger days, whenever they encountered situations requiring registration, they would always invariably use Old Man Huang's name, causing him no shortage of trouble. Now they were used to it!
After all, when traveling, one's identity is self-evident!
He picked up the backpack and headed straight for the restroom.
In the small stall, Tan Xing opened the backpack.
Inside lay a 1000ml stainless steel thermos, along with a set of clothes... a denim jacket and jeans, a typical street thug outfit.
Tan Xing smiled helplessly, but his movements were swift.
He quickly changed out of his old clothes, threw the eerie blood crystal back into the thermos, and tightened the lid.
Then, he deftly pushed open the toilet window, his figure leaping out like a cheetah, silently disappearing into the darkness of the bar's back alley.
As soon as he vanished, several figures who had been secretly watching in the bar's main hall became restless.
"What happened?"
"The sensation... disappeared?!" "It
was just here! Why did the fluctuation of the divine stone suddenly stop?!"
The men's expressions changed drastically, and they could no longer contain themselves. They anxiously got up and looked around, but could no longer detect that trace of energy.
"Hehehe! Now that the news has spread, if we come here to fish for a couple more days, those blood envoys... should take the bait by now, right?"
The night wind blew, ruffling the hem of his denim jacket.
Tan Xing, hands in his pockets, walked home with an air of nonchalance.
Passing the old fried noodle cart downstairs, he casually stuffed his backpack into the cart's storage compartment. With
everything in order, he turned and went upstairs.
"Find some free time, find some time, take the kids, come home often..."
he hummed a slightly off-key tune, but as he stepped onto the last step of the fifth floor, his steps abruptly halted.
"Damn it! Where's the door I just installed?!"
A furious curse echoed through the hallway... The security door that had been newly installed last night was gone again!
The light from the hallway streamed directly into the apartment, revealing a mess in the entryway.
The metal at the lock's joint was twisted, the broken edge jagged and protruding—clearly, it had been violently kicked away!
A surge of rage welled in Tan Xing's eyes; he suppressed his murderous intent and strode forward.
The scene inside was both absurd and familiar.
It was the same sofa, where a haughty young man sat with an air of superiority.
The only difference was that the twenty-odd burly men standing behind him were no longer in Dingfeng's black suits, but uniformly dressed in dark combat uniforms etched with the "Dingfeng" logo, exuding a sharp and dangerous aura.
"Heh! You're finally back..."
Su Dagang on the sofa smirked, only halfway through his sentence.
"I'll curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!"
Tan Xing unleashed a torrent of curses, cutting him off completely.
He didn't even glance at the group, squatting down to painfully stroke the battered security door, his face dark and brooding.
"I just installed this door, and you bunch of mad dogs ruined it again? Are you guys from Dingfeng some kind of husky? You just tear down any door you see?!"
"Hey, brother! Don't get angry! We'll pay! We have to pay! We'll definitely pay!"
Su Da's expression changed instantly. He rushed over and squatted down, even touching the door with a pained look on his face, his tone sincere and apologetic as he quickly apologized:
"It's my fault! I was in such a hurry to kill you that I didn't control myself! One thing at a time, I'll pay! How much? You tell me!"
Tan Xing, without even looking up, decisively threw out a number:
"Three thousand yuan in total! Judging by your attitude, five thousand will do!"
"No problem! That's perfectly reasonable!"
Su Da slapped his thigh, his face full of a "this price is very fair" expression, and pulled out his phone to ask:
"QR code! Quick! I'll scan it for you right away!"
"Alright, seeing how cooperative you are, I'll leave you a whole corpse when we fight later."
Tan Xing grinned, casually pulling out his phone and showing his payment code.
"Hey! Do as you please! I, Su Da, always know how to do things!"
Su Da chuckled as he paid, his enthusiasm as casual as if they were old friends:
"When the fight breaks out later, I'll have to 'treat' you well, don't be angry!"
"Hey! Of course! Go ahead!"
Tan Xing heard the crisp notification sound of the payment arriving on his phone, satisfied, and put the phone back in his pocket, his tone as relaxed as if they were discussing what to eat for dinner:
"So now... shall we continue?"
"Hmm."
Su Da slowly got up and sat back on the sofa.
The playful grin on his face vanished like the tide, replaced by a dark, icy expression:
"Heh heh...you're finally back."
Tan Xing slowly straightened up, his right hand silently pressing on the hilt of his sword at his waist, raising an eyebrow:
"What, you need your father for something?"
"Where's the Blood Crystal?"
Su Da's voice suddenly turned cold.
"I threw it into the Canglan River!"
Tan Xing answered without hesitation.
"Can't you tell the truth, you bastard!"
A flash of malice appeared in Su Da's eyes.
"Tell the truth? Then I just threw it into the Canglan River!"
Tan Xing sneered, not giving an inch.
"Damn!"
"Fuck!"
Almost the instant the last word fell, a piercing metallic clang rang out!
Two sharp blades, one black and one white, clashed violently, scattering a cluster of dazzling sparks!
The immense impact made both men's wrists go numb, and they each took a half-step back.
"Huh! You wield a knife too?!"
Instead of being angry, Su Da seemed to have discovered a treasure, his face instantly lighting up with a morbid excitement as he licked his lips.
"Nonsense! Are your eyes just for venting your anger?! If you don't wield a knife, what are you doing, playing dirty tricks?!"
Tan Xing cursed fiercely, but his eyes were fixed on the strangely curved scimitar in Su Da's hand, a chill running through him.
The force feedback from that direct clash had made him clearly realize... in pure strength, his opponent was probably slightly superior to him.
Su Da suddenly grinned, a strange sincerity creeping into his smile:
"Here's the deal! Brother, hand over the Bloodstone, and we'll be friends! I assure you, I'm not like that piece of trash Su San! I'll take care of the boss, okay? You can rest assured!"
Tan Xing spat, his expression even more "sincere":
"Brother! I really did throw him into the Canglan River!! That idiot Su San wouldn't believe me and insisted on killing me, so could I just stand there and wait to be killed? Would you do it if you were in his shoes?"
"Yes! Absolutely!"
Su Da nodded emphatically, his face full of conviction:
"Whoever wants to kill me, I'll definitely kill them first, it's only right! But..."
He changed the subject, shrugging with an almost helpless smile:
"There's no other way, my orders are to get the Blood Crystal. If I don't get it, I'll have to take your life... to settle the score."
He said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Upon hearing this, Tan Xing chuckled and shook his head: "Then there's nothing to talk about!"
Before he finished speaking, his figure blurred, and he had already dashed towards the door like an arrow released from a bow, leaving only a mocking echo:
"Come on! Want my life? Take it with the knife in your hand!"
"Hehe! Interesting!"
Su Da excitedly licked the blade of his curved knife, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light, and led the group to give chase.
But suddenly he turned his head sharply, pointed precisely at his two subordinates, and roared:
"Su Twenty-One! Su Twenty-Four! Stay and clean the house! Put it back to normal! Mop the floor!"
"The rest of you... follow me!"
Tan Xing's figure flashed through the night, the wind whistling behind his ears, but he heard Su Da's roar clearly.
Without turning his head, he burst into laughter, his voice echoing through the streets:
"That's a good job, brother! It would be even better if you could fix my door while you're at it! After dealing with you bunch of dogs, I need to go home and sleep!"
"Heh heh! Dream on!"
Su Da chased after him, his voice a mix of rage and eerie logic, roaring back:
"I just paid you all! One thing at a time! Do you really think I'm a sucker?!"
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Chapter 40 Night Patrol
As night fell in Chunfeng Residential Area, pedestrians thinned out, but many residents still witnessed the sudden chase.
"Oh my! Isn't that Xiao Xing?!"
Aunt Zhang, who was enjoying the cool air on her balcony, suddenly stood up, forgetting to scatter the sunflower seeds in her hand:
"A bunch of bastards, bullying a child with such a commotion?! Quick! Call the police!"
Her shout immediately attracted more attention.
Windows lit up one after another, more and more people peered out, and whispers and exclamations rose and fell, turning the once quiet neighborhood into an uproar.
Su Da frowned, cursing under his breath, "Troublesome."
Without hesitation, he made a series of concise hand gestures.
The twenty-odd well-trained men behind him immediately understood, instantly dispersing from their dense formation, like drops of water entering the sea, silently blending into the shadows of the neighborhood, and encircling Tan Xing from different directions along his escape route.
"Tch!"
Tan Xing's ears twitched slightly. The footsteps that had dispersed behind him were light, yet clearly audible.
He couldn't help but scoff, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
The stench emanating from these people, and the fierce look in their eyes that only came from those who had survived the brush with death in the wilderness… he was all too familiar with them.
They had all crawled out of the wilderness; who was afraid of whom?
As for running away? Ha, what a coincidence.
He, Tan Xing, had survived to this day thanks to two things: a sharp knife and a pair of iron feet!
Did Tian Boguang really have the title of "Lone Wanderer of Ten Thousand Miles" for nothing?
Before, without the support of internal energy, his talent alone made him faster, more agile, and more enduring than ordinary people.
Now, having broken through to the Blood Condensation Realm and drawn Qi into his body, his blood and Qi surged like a river. He felt as light as a swallow; with a light step, he shot out like the night wind, his speed suddenly soaring!
The Federal Standard Basic Footwork "Grasshopper," though a common technique, emphasizes practical dodging and long-distance running skills.
Now, he unleashed it at full power, weaving like a ghost through narrow stairwells and the community's greenbelts. Every change of direction was incredibly cunning, perfectly embodying the essence of "strategic retreat."
Tan Xing lightly touched the top of the children's slide with his toes, his body soaring into the air like a night owl, landing silently on the greenbelt fence.
Three dark figures surrounded him from behind in a triangular formation, their military daggers gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
Tan Xing suddenly burst into loud laughter, the sound echoing between the buildings:
"Su Da, those tricks you use for hunting in the wilderness... won't work in the city!"
The last few words escaped his lips as he abruptly twisted his waist and turned, his forward momentum defying the laws of physics as he abruptly reversed course!
The pursuer at the front couldn't stop in time, feeling only a slight breeze on his neck. When he braked, a bloody gash appeared on his neck.
"Blade energy?!"
The other two retreated in shock, only to see Tan Xing already using the recoil from the wall to leap onto the three-meter-high grape trellis.
The pursuer at the front then felt the stinging pain in his neck, wiping his hand to reveal a blood-soaked palm... If that stab had been half an inch deeper...
Tan Xing stood on one foot on the swaying bamboo trellis, his blood-stained sword twirling in his wrist, but he was also astonished.
These people's skills far exceeded expectations; that stab, if it had been an ordinary person, would have been fatal, yet they had dodged it!
"The quality of this group is incomparable to Su San's group... They're a tough nut to crack!"
Just as Tan Xing was pondering the case, he suddenly bent down and slammed his fist on the bamboo frame, using the momentum to propel himself toward the gas pipes hanging outside Building No. 3.
Almost simultaneously, the spot where he had been standing was covered by a dense barrage of tranquilizer darts.
"Seventh group failed! The target is moving towards Zone C!"
"Seal off the entrance to Building 3! Activate thermal imaging!"
Tan Xing's face tightened, his leg muscles bulged, and he landed so hard that he cracked the paving stones of the community. He shot towards the community entrance like an arrow.
"Stop him!"
At this moment, the four men under Su Da who had been waiting at the entrance rushed forward to stop Tan Xing.
Tan Xing, however, advanced instead of retreating, drawing his sword in a strange arc.
The sword flashed and the four men's formation instantly collapsed.
Tan Xing spun around and kicked the nearest one away, then slashed down with his sword, sending the person who had been blocking him flying. The person crashed into the wall and lay motionless!
Su Da, who had caught up to the entrance, saw Tan Xing slash someone away with one sword and his eyes flashed with surprise and excitement: "Good swordsmanship! Come on! Let's have some fun!"
"Save it."
Tan Xing casually swung his sword, listening to the distant sirens, then winked and grinned slyly:
"The garrison command will be here in three minutes. You're taking action in a residential area with standard equipment... Do you think your wanted poster isn't high enough? Can your boss, Su, handle this?"
A deafening roar erupted from the windows of the entire building. A child screamed excitedly, "Brother Tan Xing is so handsome!!"
Su Da, still watching Tan Xing with interest, heard a hesitant request from his subordinate through his earpiece:
"Boss, should we still move? The residents have started throwing flowerpots down..."
"Move my ass! Are you blind? Can't you see the garrison command is coming? Retreat!"
Su Da chuckled and cursed into his earpiece, issuing the order swiftly and decisively.
He turned to look at Tan Xing, his gaze lingering for a moment on the horizontal sword in his hand. He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his smile filled with the pure joy of discovering prey:
"Kid! Interesting! Let's make an appearance and get acquainted!"
As he spoke, he began to retreat, and just before disappearing into the shadows, he pointed at Tan Xing with his finger:
"I'll remember this sword. Keep it safe, next time... I'll come and get it myself!"
Tan Xing stood at the entrance of the residential area, the red and blue lights of police sirens illuminating the street.
He shrugged indifferently, flicked his wrist, and the horizontal sword flashed in a sharp arc before being precisely sheathed at his waist with a "clang."
Facing the direction where Su Da had disappeared, he laughed loudly, his tone full of relaxed provocation:
"I'll be waiting anytime!"
The sirens grew louder as they approached, the red and blue lights flashing, turning the entrance of Chunfeng Residential Area into a scene resembling a nightclub, yet filled with a completely different atmosphere of tension.
Several black hovercars painted with the "Security Division" insignia screeched to a halt. Doors slid open, and a team of security personnel in black combat uniforms, armed with standard energy weapons, jumped out.
They moved swiftly, immediately dispersing to control the scene and secure the surroundings.
Leading the team was a stern-faced middle-aged man; his shoulder insignia indicated he was a Level 3 Detective.
His sharp gaze swept quickly across the scene: scattered tranquilizer darts, broken bricks, and… a young man standing in the doorway, his clothes slightly disheveled but composed, waving to the neighbors peeking out from upstairs.
"Tan Xing is awesome!"
another child's voice came from a window, quickly silenced by an adult covering his mouth.
The cold-faced superintendent's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.
He strode up to Tan Xing, his gaze lingering for a moment on the scabbard at his waist.
"What's going on here?"
The superintendent's voice, like his expression, was harsh and devoid of emotion. "Someone called the police, claiming to have seen more than twenty armed thugs attacking you."
Tan Xing withdrew his gaze from the neighbors, the relaxed smile on his face fading slightly, replaced by a slightly more serious expression.
"Sir, you saw it too!"
Tan Xing shrugged. "They've escaped!"
A security guard quickly approached and whispered to the superintendent,
"Boss, we checked. The weapons were military-grade modified bayonets, and we also recovered several high-strength tranquilizer darts. The others... they left very cleanly, without leaving any trace, and the surveillance cameras were jammed beforehand."
The superintendent's eyes darkened further. Military-grade equipment, high-strength tranquilizer darts, professional jamming, an unanimously ordered retreat... this was definitely not ordinary thugs.
He looked at Tan Xing again, his gaze scrutinizing: "What's your name? Why are they bothering you?"
"Tan Xing. I live in Building 3, Room 502."
Tan Xing answered quickly, then frowned, revealing a perfectly measured mix of confusion and helplessness:
"As for why they're looking for me? I'm wondering the same thing. Maybe I was setting up a stall at the night market the other day and stole some guy's business?"
The superintendent clearly didn't believe his nonsense. Could
someone who could escape unscathed from professionally armed personnel, from a barrage of tranquilizer darts, and even fight back against a team of this caliber, just be an ordinary stall vendor?
But Tan Xing's cooperative attitude at the moment, and his status as a "victim," prevented the superintendent from delving deeper for the time being.
"I need you to go back to the Security Division to give a detailed statement," the superintendent said matter-of-factly.
"No problem, cooperating with the officer is our duty as citizens."
Tan Xing readily agreed, even walking towards a hovercar:
"But officer, please ask quickly, I have to go to pick up goods early tomorrow morning, if I miss business, the rent for this month will be in jeopardy."
The superintendent watched his back and whispered to his subordinate:
"Check Tan Xing's file, focusing on whether there are any wilderness records or... special ability registrations.
Also, seal up the evidence at the scene and report it to the higher-ups. Since it involves standard equipment and training personnel, it may not be an ordinary public security incident."
"Yes, sir!"
Tan Xing sat in the car, looking out the window at the busy security guards and the neighbors who were gradually dispersing but still talking, the playful expression on his face slowly calmed down.
"Su Da... is indeed not a good guy."
He tapped his knee silently with his fingertips: "The plan needs to be brought forward."
Just as Tan Xing was led into the security headquarters hall by the third-level detective, he bumped into Zhang Xun, who was yawning and carrying his coat, preparing to go home.
Tan Xing's eyes lit up, and he called out with a smile, "Brother Zhang!"
Zhang Xun looked up at the sound and saw Tan Xing being led towards the interrogation room by several colleagues. His brows furrowed immediately, and he strode forward, asking, "What's going on?"
The third-level detective, seeing this, immediately saluted Zhang Xun:
"Captain Zhang, someone reported that this guy was attacked by more than twenty armed thugs. We're bringing him back for a statement."
Zhang Xun turned his gaze to Tan Xing, his tone becoming more serious:
"Who did it?"
Tan Xing's smile faded, and he gave him a look: "Brother Zhang, is it convenient for us to talk privately?"
Zhang Xun's heart tightened, and he immediately said to the third-level detective:
"Leave this to me. You go and do other things. Take the relevant materials to my office."
The third-level detective hesitated slightly, but nodded:
"Yes, thank you for your help, Captain Zhang."
As soon as he entered the interrogation room, Zhang Xun closed the door behind him, quickly turned off the camera and recording equipment in the corner, and turned around to ask urgently:
"Is it someone from Dingfeng Group? Because of Su Weiwei's matter?"
Tan Xing's expression was grave, and he shook his head: "More than that. It's much more troublesome..."
His voice was low, but every word was clear:
"I suspect that Su Tianhao is connected to the evil god."
"What!?"
Zhang Xun's expression changed drastically, and he jumped up from his chair. His previous drowsiness was instantly replaced by shock, and he was wide awake.
Tan Xing concisely and quickly recounted the most crucial information in the cause and effect. The more Zhang
Xun listened, the more solemn his expression became, his brows furrowing tightly into a deep frown.
"Although I found that crystal strange at the time, seeing the Dingfeng people chasing after it like mad dogs, I figured... this thing must be worth a fortune."
Tan Xing spat, his voice filled with deep regret:
"I got greedy, thinking that once things calmed down, I could resell it on the black market for some resources, enough for me to live a carefree life for a long time... Damn it, I was blinded by greed and took it."
Tan Xing's tone became slightly annoyed:
"It was all because of my greed. Who the hell could have imagined that such a thing would attract such a big shot!"
Zhang Xun stared at Tan Xing silently, his gaze sharp enough to pierce through him, before finally speaking coldly:
"How many lives have you taken?"
Tan Xing's heart sank, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
He avoided Zhang Xun's gaze, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, finally gritting his teeth and choosing to confess:
"Two are definitely cult members... Su San, one of Su Tianhao's men..."
He paused, his voice lowering, "...in total... about twenty or so."
"Whoa!"
Zhang Xun gasped, his gaze fixed on the young man before him, his face filled with disbelief and shock:
"In just a few days, you've taken over twenty lives?! You're a reincarnated killer!"
Tan Xing retorted without backing down:
"Su San and his gang, they practically had a knife to my throat, am I supposed to stick my neck out and thank them? As for..."
His voice suddenly lowered, carrying a cold disgust, as if he had mentioned something filthy:
"As for those two cult members... can those things even be considered human?"
Zhang Xun was speechless for a moment, then gave a helpless bitter smile and pressed on:
"Where's that blood crystal? Where is it now?"
Tan Xing grinned, his tone certain:
"Don't worry, the place I hid it in is absolutely secure."
"Okay! This matter..."
Zhang Xun let out a long breath and rubbed his temples vigorously:
"...is beyond my control."
Upon hearing this, Tan Xing's expression suddenly hardened, his eyes dimmed slightly, and then he forced a somewhat strained smile:
"Understood, Brother Zhang. I'll handle this myself; I can't drag you into it."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xun's temper flared up instantly, and he laughed and cursed:
"What the hell are you thinking, you little brat! I'm saying that this case involves an evil god, and it's beyond my and the entire Security Division's authority!
It's not that I don't care, it's that we have to report it to the 'Night Patrol Division' immediately! Let them take over!"
"Night Patrol Division!?"
This name struck Tan Xing's mind like a bolt of lightning, instantly stirring up complex and indescribable waves in his heart.
This was because his father, Tan Gong, was a member of that mysterious department.
He still vividly remembered how, no matter how much he and his brother pressed their father for details when they were children, their father always remained tight-lipped about the work details, only using the word "confidential" to evade the question.
Seeing the change in his expression, Zhang Xun assumed he was suspicious of the "Night Patrol" he had never met, so he took a deep breath and explained in a low voice:
"Boy, don't overthink it. Do you know that since the opening of the alien realm, the whispers of evil gods, the trampling of alien beasts on our land, the collapse of the entire old order…
our Xia Kingdom has held up this sky, accepting the remnants of various nations, forming a federation, and only then have we gained this brief respite."
His voice carried a solemn respect:
"On the battlefield at the alien border, we rely on the 'Alien Great Wall'! It is those powerful figures known as the 'Alien Patrols' who fight relentlessly outside the Great Wall, keeping most threats firmly at bay! Preventing those evil gods and their retinues from easily invading."
He looked intently at Tan Xing, his tone resolute:
"And internally, maintaining stability and quelling rebellions relies on the 'Two Divisions and One Association'! The two divisions refer to the Security Division and the Night Patrol Division! The one association refers to the Martial Arts Association!
Our Security Division handles cases involving ordinary people, maintaining the visible order. But the Night Patrol Division…"
Zhang Xun's voice paused here, as if the name itself carried immense weight:
"They are responsible for all cases related to the supernatural, otherworldly realms, and especially evil gods! They are the sword hanging over the heads of all supernatural beings, the true internal guardians.
Their authority far surpasses that of the Security Division, and their code of conduct is completely different." "
Not to mention local tyrants like the Dingfeng Group, even martial arts giants of a region must act under the rules of the Night Patrol Division, subject to their control. Any transgression will be met with swift and severe punishment!"
"They," Zhang Xun said, enunciating each word clearly, "are the most violent of all violent agencies, the last line of defense protecting our inner world from being eroded."
Tan Xing was stunned, swallowing hard, his eyes widening as he blurted out,
"Holy crap?! That's incredible?!"
His father's perpetually weary yet enigmatic face flashed through his mind, contrasting sharply with the terrifying, all-powerful department Zhang Xun described. A sense of utter absurdity washed over him.
His father, who only ever ate in silence at home, occasionally patting his and his brother's heads and chuckling foolishly… was actually a member of this most violent of all violent agencies?
The contrast was too stark!
For a moment, he didn't know whether to be shocked by the Night Patrol's power or to criticize his father's overly simplistic acting.
Looking at his naive and unsophisticated demeanor, Zhang Xun snorted irritably:
"What else do you think? A department that can go toe-to-toe with evil gods, cults, and strange beasts, can't be a pushover. The power and authority they wield are beyond our imagination."
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