Chapter 116: Madman

"It’s you?"

In the corner, shackled and sealed by the Dragon-Locking Needle, Xiao Qianhao saw the man who had jumped down from the beam and his eyes turned red in an instant. He shouted, nearly leaping up from the ground.

His face was ferocious, as if he wanted to tear the man apart. But as soon as he took a step, he was tripped by the heavy iron chains and fell flat on his face.

That man was none other than the Mad Saber who had caused his father to be paralyzed and turn into a cripple!

He never would have thought that the enemy he had searched for everywhere was hiding right above, on the beam. He hated himself for inspecting everyone in the inn but never thought to check the beam.

His intense reaction made it easy for everyone present to guess the identity of this man.

At this moment, the Mad Saber glanced at him, spat out the bamboo stick from his mouth, and said with a smile, "So it’s you. Of all people to offend, you dared to offend a Six Doors Authority expert. Bet you’ve learned your lesson now?"

"I’m going to kill you… kill you!"

Xiao Qianhao could not endure such mockery from his enemy. He scrambled up again, madly attempting to pounce.

Then he was flicked over by a tap of the saber sheath’s butt, flipping in the air and struggling on the ground, unable to get up. Roars of fury and unwillingness came from his throat.

The Mad Saber ignored him and looked at the people in the inn.

Some were paralyzed from poison, others gravely wounded and unable to rise. He laughed and said, "Didn’t expect such a lively scene after waking up.

"The current Demon Heir of the Blood Demon Sect, a senior from the Xiaoshui Sect, and a Blue-Clad Constable of the Six Doors Authority. Such experts are rare even to encounter one on a normal day. Who would have thought they’d all gather in this inn? Truly brings joy to my heart."

Suddenly, the shop attendant asked, "What joy is there?"

The Mad Saber replied, "I’ve always loved to spar with others. Seeing three Fourth Grade experts today, naturally I can’t miss this opportunity. I must seek some guidance from the three of you."

Everyone found his shamelessness outrageous.

All three were seriously injured, and yet he dared to take advantage and still talked as if it were honorable.

Their hearts were filled with disdain.

The shop attendant said, "Isn’t your behavior rather inappropriate? All three of us are injured. Even if you win, it wouldn’t be a fair victory."

The Mad Saber replied matter-of-factly, "If all three of you were in perfect condition, how would I dare to challenge you? Wouldn’t that be courting death?"

The shop attendant sneered, "So you truly mean to strike while we’re down?"

The Mad Saber suddenly laughed. "You’ve been stalling all this time. How much of your injury has healed?"

His purpose being exposed startled the shop attendant, but he wasn’t afraid.

This man was only Sixth Grade in cultivation, nothing to fear. He sneered, "Enough to kill you."

As he spoke, his left hand struck out, a thick stream of true qi bursting forth.

Upon reaching Fourth Grade, one’s true qi became immensely powerful—capable of killing with a mere flower petal or leaf. Even without any weapon, the fierce qi alone could slay foes.

This palm strike from a distance, if it landed, would be fatal.

Just then, the shop attendant noticed several cold flashes shooting toward him. Alarmed, he could only muster his true qi in defense.

His defensive qi managed to block three of the projectiles, but the fourth one broke through and his qi collapsed.

A chill spread across his chest—he had been struck.

The biting cold pierced into his body, making him feel frozen stiff, invading his meridians.

"What kind of true qi is this?"

The shop attendant was horrified. Seeing the Mad Saber charging at him with his blade, he shouted, "I admit defeat!"

The Mad Saber really did stop, his face revealing a strange expression. He praised, "As expected of a Demon Heir—flexible and adaptable. Truly a great man. But for everyone’s safety, I can’t just let you go."

As he circulated his energy to expel the frigid true qi, he asked, "What do you intend to do?"

The Mad Saber walked over to Xiao Qianhao, knocked him unconscious with a palm, then pulled out the Dragon-Locking Needle embedded in his Shanzhong vital point.

Xiao Qianhao screamed as soon as it was pulled out, his whole body convulsing.

It looked as if worms were wriggling beneath his skin. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted again.

This brutal scene made the Six Doors Authority constables watching twitch at their eyelids.

To extract the Dragon-Locking Needle required a special method.

Forcibly pulling it out would cause a backlash of true qi, likely leading to qi deviation.

He must have done it on purpose!

The Mad Saber took the Dragon-Locking Needle and stood before the shop attendant. He said, "You have two choices. Let me seal your qi with this Dragon-Locking Needle, or I kill you now—to remove future trouble."

The shop attendant’s face turned grim. Though it seemed like two choices, there was essentially no difference.

The only question was whether to die now or later.

He hesitated.

In that instant, the Dragon-Locking Needle in the Mad Saber’s hand shot out like lightning, piercing his Shanzhong point. Immediately, he felt all his qi sealed within. His vision went dark, and he nearly passed out.

……

Inside the inn, everyone watched the Mad Saber drive the needle into the Demon Heir and felt a collective sense of relief—as if surviving a brush with death.

The ones with the most complicated emotions were naturally Cheng Ruiwu and his sister.

They had come to take revenge on the Mad Saber, but in the end, it was this enemy who saved their lives.

At that moment, Duan Peicheng struggled to his feet and cupped his hands. "Brother Wang, thank you for helping subdue the Demon Heir of the Blood Demon Sect——"

"Lord Duan."

The Mad Saber showed no gratitude. He calmly drew his saber and said, "Now it’s your turn. Come at me."

At those words, Duan Peicheng was stunned, and his expression turned ugly.

Everyone else was shocked as well.

They thought the Mad Saber was just toying with the Demon Heir. But now it seemed he truly meant to challenge all three Fourth Grade experts here?

They couldn’t help but recall Xiao Qianhao’s earlier comment.

This man was indeed eccentric and unpredictable—truly mad.

That was a Blue-Clad Constable of the Six Doors Authority, and he dared to challenge even him.

Was he not afraid of retaliation later?

Duan Peicheng said coldly, "What a Mad Saber indeed! Truly mad. Have you thought this through——"

Before he could finish, the Mad Saber had already struck.

The move was the common "One Saber, Two Halves"—a vertical slash, but delivered at extreme speed.

Normally, Duan Peicheng could have countered it easily. But now, poisoned and injured, he had no way to dodge.

He could only brace himself.

A loud clang echoed.

He groaned, his treasured saber flying from his grip.

He was sent flying and crashed to the ground, coughing blood, unable to rise for a long while.

When had Duan Peicheng ever suffered such a humiliating defeat?

Earlier, his clash with the Demon Heir had ended in mutual injury—that opponent was a Fourth Grade Martial Artist. But this Mad Saber?

At most Sixth Grade. If he weren’t injured, he could’ve slain him in a few moves.

To lose to such a man was a great disgrace.

Much of that blood he spat was from sheer rage.

At this moment, the entire inn was so quiet, one could hear a pin drop.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the rain outside had stopped at some point.

The wind had ceased as well, leaving behind a calmness after the storm.

Everyone stared in shock as the Mad Saber showed no mercy, striking the already-injured Duan Peicheng so hard that he vomited blood and collapsed to the ground.

He... was serious?

They simply could not comprehend what benefit he could gain by offending a Fifth Grade Constable of the Six Doors Authority to such an extent.

How was this any different from courting death?

Once Duan Peicheng reported it, he would surely be listed on the wanted list, with his portrait plastered all over Jiangzhou.

From then on, he would have no place to stand in Jiangzhou.

The moment he entered any city, the gate guards might recognize him.

At that time, what awaited him would be a siege by experts from the Six Doors Authority.

Just as everyone found it all unbelievable, the Mad Saber pointed his saber tip at Wang Yumei and said coldly, "Your turn."

"……"

Wang Yumei remained seated on the ground, unmoving with her eyes shut, turning a deaf ear to his words. She showed no intention of taking action.

Unexpectedly, the Mad Saber still refused to let her go. He flicked a small stone, which struck Wang Yumei’s shoulder squarely.

Already severely wounded, she collapsed and could not get back up.

"Stop!"

"How dare you?"

"Martial Aunt!"

"……"

The disciples of the Xiaoshui Sect saw their martial aunt humiliated in this way and were enraged, cursing him one after another.

At this moment, the Mad Saber sheathed his saber and stood tall, face filled with arrogance.

Just as Cheng Ruiwu was sweating on behalf of the Xiaoshui Sect disciples, the Mad Saber surprisingly did not press the matter.

He lifted the Demon Heir in one hand, the unconscious Deng Ziyang in the other, stepped out the door, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Seeing this madman leave, everyone felt a sense of relief.

Except for the people from the Six Doors Authority, who watched helplessly as a major merit slipped away.

That frustration—no one dared speak a word to stop him.

……

Time ticked by.

Two hours later, Duan Peicheng, still seated on the ground, suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, then stood up with a dark expression and asked, "How’s your recovery coming along?"

His subordinates replied one after another:

"Recovered about forty to fifty percent."

"Reporting to Lord Duan, seventy to eighty percent recovered."

"You few, come with me. The rest stay here. Move out."

Duan Peicheng took along several of the fastest recovering subordinates and gave chase.

Not only to wipe away the disgrace, but also to retrieve the Demon Heir.

If he could capture the Demon Heir and bring him back to the Six Doors Authority, it would be a great contribution.

Such merit would be enough to exchange for a Peerless Divine Art.

As long as there was even the slightest chance, he would not give up.

……

A while later, Wang Yumei also completed her recovery, opened her eyes, and looked at the group of martial nieces around her. In a deep voice, she said, "Bring that rebellious disciple and return to the room."

The female disciples, seeing she had finally recovered, breathed a sigh of relief.

They had a backbone again.

They went over, supported the still-recovering Zhu Xixi, and returned to the room together.

Beside them, several young men asked Cheng Ruiwu, "Senior Brother, what do we do now?"

Cheng Ruiwu glanced at his sister and saw she kept her head down without speaking. He sighed inwardly and said, "Since we’re already here, we might as well pay a visit to Uncle Wu."

In Yujie City, the Cheng family had acquaintances—this was a good time to call on them.

As for revenge, he didn’t bring it up, and Cheng Shiyi didn’t object either, which counted as silent agreement.

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