The Beginning of the Upheaval

Si Ming, "Perhaps she will take this opportunity to embark on the path of martial arts, encounter a series of fortuitous events, and become a legendary female knight-errant. Or perhaps she will be limited by her talent, achieve only mediocre results, and have no choice but to continue as a street performer, fading into obscurity. But at least she has the opportunity to choose, and that is the meaning of the Heavenly Martial Alliance's existence."

Wan Ziling was silent for a moment, then asked, "Aren't we going to bring those two witnesses along?"

Si Ming laughed, "What do I need witnesses for? These days, the law is unreliable; might makes right. I need concrete evidence to overcome my own conscience. As for what the criminal thinks, who cares?"

At the Zhou Clan, a majestic stone lion stands on each side of the main gate, and a pair of matching knockers adorn the bronze door panel shaped like a tiger. Above the gate, the plaque is inscribed with the four large characters "Family of Kindness" in a vigorous and powerful style, clearly the work of School of Names.

"How can fame and fortune in the martial world be as fleeting as smoke, hypocritical and absurd? If you want me to be content with poverty and a simple life, I'd rather have thousands of enemies in exchange for tens of thousands of taels of gold; let bloodshed and turmoil be bloodshed and turmoil, so what? Heaven gave me life, how can I not live a life of arrogance and unrestrained spirit?"

Si Ming, carrying a wine jug in one hand and a human head in the other, sang a song and swaggered down the street, with Wan Ziling following behind him like his personal maid.

Although the townspeople avoided the Zhou family like the plague, not daring to come within ten feet, some secretly crept up behind them, some gloating, some full of anticipation, and some gritting their teeth—all wanting to see the Zhou Clan suffer.

The Zhou Clan had already sent a servant to inform them, and they closed the gate tightly, remaining quiet and still.

"My destiny has been calculated; my birth chart is incompatible with the masses, too powerful. I'll live this life as a madman, fleeting and unrestrained. The talented are arrogant towards the ruler, while the incompetent fawn. The righteous dare to break the law, while the wicked bring disaster to the people."

Siming raised his head and glanced at the plaque hanging on the door, sneered, tossed the human head in his hand, inserted it into it, and nailed it right on the word "good". There was no trace of ferocity on his twisted face, only the fear of death remained.

He raised his foot and blasted the gate open like a cannonball exploding, sending the School of Names behind it flying, their fate unknown.

Those who surrender will be maimed, those who resist will die!

Chapter 576 The Beginning of the Anomaly

Do you... do you know where you are?

In the courtyard behind the smashed gate, several thugs, brandishing weapons, threatened with bluster but outwardly weak words.

In response, two stone lions roared through the air and crashed into the crowd, smashing people to pieces, sending brains and blood flying everywhere. Even a slight glancing blow resulted in mangled bodies and bloody remains.

Even if a Spirit Transformation expert like Li Ban has half his body smashed to pieces, he can still survive and even retain the strength to fight back. But if the same injury were inflicted on an ordinary person, they would basically be dead.

The moment Si Ming stepped into the courtyard, several martial arts masters who had been lying in ambush in the corners, armed with sharp blades, pounced out and formed a pincer attack. At the same time, they also used hidden weapons, lime powder, fishing nets and other means to launch a sneak attack, making it impossible to defend against. Even second-rate masters in the martial arts world would have their luck turn against them if they encountered them.

However, as Si Ming said, this is a trial mission for newbies in the martial arts world. Right now, he's essentially using mid-to-late game stats and equipment to go back to the beginner map and crush newbies.

The martial artists who launched the sneak attack first heard a loud popping sound in the air, then everything Heaven and Earth Spin and they felt dizzy. When they came to their senses, they were already lying on the ground, surrounded by flying limbs and splattered blood. The excruciating pain surged through them like a tidal wave, making them wish they were dead.

Amidst the blood raining down on the ground, Si Ming remained spotless, appearing almost ethereal. Even a fool could see that the Zhou Clan had kicked a steel plate riddled with nails.

The martial artists originally scheduled for the second wave of attack looked at each other in bewilderment, then turned and ran, using both hands and feet to scale the wall. They were hired retainers of the Zhou Clan, not trained assassins; they were willing to contribute their strength, but risking their lives was out of the question.

"He may be spared the death penalty, but he cannot escape punishment."

With a wave of his hand, Si Ming unleashed a burst of Sword Qi, piercing the knees of those who tried to escape. Those who were climbing over the wall were the most unlucky, falling from the wall and suffering further injuries, groaning in agony.

Wan Ziling couldn't help but glance at Si Ming, thinking that this guy always targeted other people's knees. There were many ways to disable someone's ability to harm others, so why bother with their knees?

However, she had no intention of letting these accomplices off easily, and asked another question, "Why is it not that those who surrender live and those who resist die, but that those who surrender are maimed and those who resist die?"

"Of course we're encouraging them to resist, but it seems the effect isn't very good," Si Ming said, turning his head to look.

Stop him! Stop him right now!

A man who looked like a butler was frantically giving orders when he noticed Si Ming's gaze. He screamed and backed away in terror, only to trip over the steps behind him and fall face-first onto the stone steps, a foul odor quickly emanating from his groin.

The others didn't laugh at his disgraceful behavior, because they weren't much better off; no matter how much they were urged, they didn't dare to step forward and all pretended not to hear.

"It's so boring to bully this kind of opponent, let's just end this sooner rather than later."

Si Ming exerted force with his feet, and a shockwave spread out along the ground. Instantly, everyone who came into contact with it was thrown outwards, and their legs made a cracking sound as they crashed into the wooden house behind them, causing it to collapse.

"Have mercy, sir!"

A middle-aged man who appeared to be in charge emerged, covered in cold sweat. Behind him were two maids and School of Names. Each maid carried a wooden basin with gleaming gold ingots on it, while the servant carried a corpse.

"My son was arrogant and offended you, sir. I have already beaten him to death. I beg you, sir, to spare my family. The women in my family are all innocent. Whatever you want, just say the word."

In this situation, the other party was still able to finish speaking without stammering in front of him and decisively "sacrifice family for the greater good." This kind of mentality is definitely not that of an ordinary country bumpkin. If it were a traditional chivalrous person, they would probably have the idea of being lenient. Moreover, Si Ming could see that the other party had practiced martial arts. His arms were strong and powerful, and his breathing was long. His strength was not bad. At least he would have no problem dominating this area.

He's shrewd, skilled in martial arts, and wealthy; clearly, this is no ordinary person.

But that's about it.

"So noisy!"

Si Ming unleashed a punch, his force overwhelming all other methods; no matter what trump cards his opponent held back, it was meaningless.

"Spare his life!"

A gust of sword energy slashed through the air, striking the fist directly, and then shattered like an egg hitting a rock.

The force of the punch remained undiminished, striking the middle-aged man squarely. However, it did not kill him on the spot; instead, the energy dispersed into his limbs and bones, crippling his Cultivation Body and paralyzing him.

"You don't care about other people's lives, treating them like dirt. I'll make you taste the same bitterness, and let you experience what it's like to be treated like dirt."

Even if a person is incredibly clever, he is useless in a world with extraordinary martial arts. If he behaves himself, he might live to a ripe old age. If he dares to continue causing trouble, it is no easier for others to assassinate him than to kill a chicken. The reason is simple: you can catch a thief for a thousand days, but you can't guard against a thief for a thousand days.

A burly man dressed as a constable strode in. He looked at the crowd lying on the ground, clutching their knees and rolling around, as well as the Zhou Clan patriarch lying on the ground, unable to move a single finger. His expression changed drastically.

"Trespassing on private property, causing injury and death, showing utter disregard for the law..."

"Too much nonsense!"

Si Ming appeared in front of his opponent as if he had teleported, and struck him squarely in the Dantian with a palm, sending him flying and destroying his Cultivation Body.