At that moment, he turned his head to look at Old Master An, who seemed like "a blob of snot," and smiled, saying, "Yes, sister-in-law."

Saying this, Zhao Hua walked straight over.

Old Master An was initially startled, then haughtily said, "I am your sister-in-law's father, try laying a hand on me."

Zhao Hua raised his hand to grab his clothes and leaned in close to whisper a few words to Old Master An.

No one knew what he had said, but Old Master An suddenly stood at attention and then obediently followed him.

Only then did Chenyu breathe a sigh of relief.

However, she was quite curious about what Zhao Hua had said.

Regardless of what was said, Zhao Hua truly had a knack for handling people like Old Master An, who thrived in the "gray area."

...

...

Time flew by, and two days had passed.

Ruyi Commerce Chamber had lost twelve martial artists, but none were from the Force Realm.

Other families had lost even more.

In the small courtyard, the fierce wind swirled as a young man in neat clothing practiced punching and pushing palms, exuding an impressive aura.

He was practicing the "Barbarian Bear Force"; three days had only advanced him from "Uninitiated (0/4)" to "Entry Level (1/8)."

Just then, a refined and seemingly scholarly debauchee hurriedly entered the courtyard and whispered, "Brother, I've checked. The Gao Family gave the money yesterday, and the Chi Family just this evening."

"Thank you for your hard work, Hua,"

Song Cheng said, "Brother wouldn't handle these matters; it's all thanks to you."

Zhao Hua hurriedly replied, "What are you talking about, brother? Such messy, dirty stuff should never touch your hands."

His eyes blazing, he looked at the blindfolded young man.

He knew what his brother was going to do today.

But he didn't know how he would do it.

Yet it was bound to be absolutely spectacular and dazzling, as the opponents had four Force Realm experts and eight Power Force martial artists.

The real challenge this time wasn't about killing them, but to do so silently and without giving the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall any leverage against them.

...

...

The sky gradually darkened.

The waning moon hung high.

The young man put on his hat and cloak, hid his long blade within, and then took a set of embroidered needles from the mansion, glancing at the panel:

[Points added: 127 points]

[Skills]

Pear Blossom Flying Needle (Yellow Level Grade D) (Uninitiated (1/2))

The "Pear Blossom Flying Needle" was a skill he started learning the day before yesterday, considered common and one of the lowest in the martial arts realm.

It was named "Pear Blossom" because when the metal needle is thrown, it bursts into white light in the sunlight, resembling pear blossoms.

It sounds pretty, but it really isn't much.

Hidden weapon techniques are definitely better the more concealed they are; bursting into white light in the sunlight… that's just crap.

But then, what high expectations can one have from a "Yellow Level Grade D" cultivation technique?

At that moment...

Song Cheng gradually invested in this skill.

After spending 14 points, he successfully advanced the progress of the "Pear Blossom Needle Shot" to "Great Achievement (1/16)."

He had actually been eager to secretly learn a "secondary weapon."

Among them, hidden weapons were his top choice.

This "hidden weapon technique," usually not shown, was only used for covert killings, because if he used blade and shield to kill, it would be easy for people to trace it back to him.

If others died because of hidden weapons, it would have nothing to do with him.

Blind Song's right hand held the blade, and his left held the shield; he didn't use hidden weapons.

Song Cheng twirled the embroidered needle, briefly feeling it out.

'The accuracy should be fine now.'

'Then that's enough.'

He didn't prepare to continue wasting points.

The lower limit of his strength was set, and even if he were to use a plank, a full-force strike could achieve a strength of 143.

With such intensity, not to mention killing those few deceptive disciples, even the External Affairs Envoy of Shanhe Martial Arts Hall, "Six-armed Old Ape" Yuan Qianke, would die if unprepared.

After accomplishing these, Song Cheng followed the route provided by Zhao Hua, quickly advancing and in an instant arrived at a small alley.

This alley was the very place he had visited before.

But scanning it once, no data, no people.

Blind Song wasn't in a hurry; he simply climbed over the wall into the house, found a hidden spot, his Divine Soul left his body, and began scouting around...

The house wasn't tidy, it didn't look like the occupants had left. No silver notes, very likely they went to exchange for cash.

After all, if Hanping Prefecture were breached, the silver notes issued by the Hanping Prefecture bank would become void.

He patiently waited.

His patience was always good.

Even if he had to wait here for three days and three nights, as long as he could successfully assassinate his target, there would be no problem.

Moreover, his Divine Soul was now drifting outside, searching everywhere for those disciples bold enough to cheat the An Family.

Suddenly, his Divine Soul stilled, seeing only in a deep alley a man in black furiously slashing with a big knife.

The man in black, one knife per person, both fast and accurate, his strength was evidently in the Form Realm.

Upon looking closely, wasn't this exactly the External Affairs Envoy of Shanhe Martial Arts Hall, "Six-armed Old Ape" Yuan Qianke?

Song Cheng's Divine Soul then looked towards the people Yuan Qianke was killing.

Weren't these his very targets?

Yuan Qianke swiftly slaughtered them, then took out the silver notes from the leader of the deceptive disciples.

The disciple quickly knelt and said, "External Affairs Envoy, please spare my life, spare my life... sir, I just wanted a bit of money. I had no other bad intentions, I haven't betrayed the Martial Arts Hall."

Yuan Qianke nodded at the silver notes, tucked them into his chest, and smacked his lips, saying, "Just in time to be counted as military expenses, nicely done."

The deceptive disciple showed a relieved expression, about to beg further for mercy.

Yuan Qianke raised his hand and with one knife, casually dealt with the disciple.

After resolving the matter, he wrapped his black robe tightly and swiftly left.

Song Cheng could only feel that fortunes were unpredictable, and he was at a loss whether to cry or laugh.

The targets he had intended to kill had been intercepted by someone else.

Today, he had intended to practice "Black Sky Trick" to turn these people blind and then assassinate them one by one with needles.

But unexpectedly, there was no need for him to act at all.

These cheating little beings were really just relying on luck, oblivious to any hidden danger, daring to do such things when on the edge of the storm, and he knew not how many wanted to kill them, use them, or stab them in the back.

It was truly "looking fierce but actually foolish."

However, it was unfortunate for the An Family's ten thousand taels of silver.

Oh well, it's just military expenses now, even the An Family has contributed.

Song Cheng didn't plan to seek out Yuan Qianke; he understood that the man was a hero, well-regarded, and was about to leave the city to fight Barbarians...

Oh well.

But since he came out tonight, he didn't want to return empty-handed, so he headed to the residence of Young Master Chen, who had a strength of "2~2" and a favorability of "10".

Lewd noises were currently emanating from Young Master Chen's house; after a while, it seemed to end, and soon after, snoring gradually began.

Song Cheng, observing from beyond the wall, watched Young Master Chen's data, and in his mind, the appearance of the Young Master also emerged.

He didn't enter the house, nor did he look closely; he merely raised his hand and casually shot out a needle.

The needle, entwined with Power Gang, easily pierced through the wall as if it were made of paper.

The embroidered needle instantly broke through the air, entering Young Master Chen's temple from an angle and then diagonally embedded into the ground, disappearing entirely.

In his dream, Young Master Chen's body suddenly convulsed, his eyes popped open, his consciousness briefly gathered then immediately dissipated, and he promptly slumped down, with blood flowing from his head...

This hazard was resolved.

It was just like Song Cheng stepping on an ant on the way home.

When he struck, there was no nervousness, and after killing, there was no sense of triumph.

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