A Two-Way Rush

General's Office.

Sun Yan's face changed drastically, and he crushed the teacup in his hand.

"What did you say? Liu Chengle was captured by Shen Qing?"

"How is this possible? Liu Chengle's cultivation has already reached the third level of Houtian Realm."

"Are you sure it was Liu Chengle who was captured?"

Xiao Bin's face was also full of disbelief, but he confirmed it.

"That's right, it's clearly stated in the secret guard's message from outside Shen Qing's small banner office. A man in purple robes, and a Profound Iron Fan, that's Liu Chengle's inseparable weapon."

Upon hearing this, Sun Yan slumped back into his seat.

"As expected, this Shen Qing was sent from above. But where did the leak come from?"

He believed that everything he had done over the years was flawless. How could there be a mistake right before he was about to leave?

"Damn it!"

"What do we do now?"

Sun Yan took a deep breath.

"How many people do we have available in Baiyun County?"

Xiao Bin calculated.

"Huang Ke and I have about twenty men under us, plus your men, General, it's about thirty."

Sun Yan sat up straight, his face filled with ferocity.

"That's enough."

"It's enough. Let's go, Liu Chengle cannot die!"

Xiao Bin's expression changed: "General, we're making a move now? We haven't transported the silver yet!"

"If we make a move now, there will inevitably be a considerable commotion. What about the silver?"

Sun Yan glanced at Xiao Bin and said irritably.

"If only all my enemies were like you."

"Are you still worried about the silver? If Liu Chengle dies, then we're finished."

"He is our introducer to the White Dragon Cult. If he dies, not only will we not be able to join the White Dragon Cult, but the Imperial Guards will also hunt us down."

"What use is silver to you?"

Night fell.

The screams inside Shen Qing's small banner office never stopped.

None of the Imperial Guards under Shen Qing or the men under Lin Zikai had left. They were all taking turns interrogating the man in purple robes like madmen.

They used every torture they could think of in their lives.

They were too eager to earn merit.

Shen Qing leaned back in his chair, using the firelight to read a booklet in his hand. It was a movement technique called Carefree Steps, which was also confiscated from the Huang family.

After reading it once, Shen Qing had already grasped its basic form.

He took five steps, startling a pile of plane tree leaves.

Lin Zikai came out of the prison at this time, with residual blood on him. He looked at Shen Qing's Carefree Steps and quickly praised him loudly.

"My Lord, excellent skill."

Shen Qing ignored Lin Zikai and just muttered.

"It still seems to be missing something."

"It should be like this."

Shen Qing took another step, and his entire being seemed to be shrouded in an illusion.

Lin Zikai raised an eyebrow. Had the movement technique broken through?

As expected of my Lord, his talent is truly high.

However, before he could utter his flattery, what happened next caused Lin Zikai's world to collapse.

As Shen Qing took his second step, Carefree Steps broke through to minor accomplishment. With his third step, Carefree Steps had already reached great accomplishment.

With his fourth step, Shen Qing's entire being seemed to transform into a gust of wind, appearing like a carefree immortal, elusive and unfathomable. Carefree Steps had reached perfection.

Is this right? Is this how movement techniques are practiced?

He, Lin Zikai, had also practiced movement techniques. After all, as a small banner who had climbed his way up, movement techniques were essential.

He had also practiced for nearly seven or eight years, but he had only reached minor accomplishment.

Did I train this skill into a dog?

Suddenly, Lin Zikai's eyes lit up. Could it be that Master... had an epiphany?

Shen Qing stopped in his tracks because the screams in the courtyard had stopped.

A line of text also appeared before Shen Qing's eyes.

[Your subordinate has killed a third-level Houtian realm martial artist and plundered the trait: Fan User (Green).]

Turning his head, he looked at Lin Zikai, who was in a daze beside him. "Have you finished interrogating him?"

Lin Zikai snapped back to attention and quickly said, "Oh, yes, yes, yes. I guarantee he's spilled everything, down to his last secret."

"Tell me."

"Yes, Master. This person is indeed from the White Dragon Cult, his name is Liu Chengle."

"Robbing Master you..."

At this point, Lin Zikai fell silent. Robbing Shen Qing?

Given the strength Shen Qing had just displayed, even ten Liu Chengle's couldn't have robbed him.

Then why didn't they capture Liu Chengle directly last night? Why go through such a roundabout way today?

Lin Zikai felt his brain was about to smoke.

Could it be that Master Shen was toying with them?

Lin Zikai felt like he had grasped that fleeting spark of inspiration.

Right, right, it all adds up.

Master Shen Qing must have calculated every step and was merely playing with the White Dragon Cult!

Thinking this, Lin Zikai looked at Shen Qing with deep admiration.

"Continue."

"You got it! Master!"

"Last night, it was this Liu Chengle who led people to offend you, Master. Besides Huang Zikun, there were four other people from the White Dragon Cult. Oh, and Squad Leader Xiao Bin and Huang Ke were also involved."

"The silver is still hidden on Fuyun Mountain."

"And these movements were revealed by Commander Sun... Sun Yan."

Lin Zikai had intended to say Commander Sun, but now that he was involved with the White Dragon Cult, Sun Yan was no longer just a commander. He was a merit for Shen Qing and Lin Zikai.

A murderous glint flashed in Shen Qing's eyes. "Looks like I'll be busy again tonight?"

"Master, it's already dark. Are we going tonight? You eliminated two sects today, why not rest for a bit?"

Shen Qing let out a cold laugh, picked up the Wild Goose Feather Saber from the table, its edge sharp and gleaming.

"I can't sleep without killing Sun Yan."

Lin Zikai swallowed.

Suddenly, his ears twitched, and he turned his head to look outside the courtyard.

"Master, did you hear something?"

The corners of Shen Qing's mouth curved upwards.

"It seems to be a mutual pursuit."

With that, he lifted his foot and walked out into the courtyard under the moonlight. A gust of wind blew, rustling Shen Qing's black robe.

Lin Zikai froze for a moment, then his expression turned serious. He knocked hard on the door panel and shouted back.

"Black Dog! Old Li! Bring everyone out, it's time to work!"

The sound of horses grew closer. Over thirty Imperial Guards, galloping at full speed, appeared at the street corner. Leading them was Sun Yan.

At this moment, Black Dog and the others rushed out from behind, drawing their swords and preparing for battle.

As the group came to a halt, Sun Yan spoke.

"Shen Qing, you've been hiding quite well."

"Let's talk."

Shen Qing couldn't hold back. "Talk? What right do you have to talk to me? You set a trap for me, and now you realize you can't win, so you want to talk?"

"A toad wanting to marry a fairy."

"You really think highly of yourself!"

Sun Yan's face grew increasingly grim.

"Shen Qing, we were wrong in this matter, but if we continue to fight like this, it will inevitably lead to mutual destruction..."

Shen Qing couldn't help but laugh.

"You're talking about mutual destruction? In the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, if even one of your men is still standing."

"Then this matter will be decided by you. How about it?"

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