Today is Auspicious, Suitable for Killing

Smack!

A black yamen runner's boot embroidered with golden auspicious clouds heavily stepped into a puddle on the bluestone road, splashing water.

Yang Zheng chased after the woman in the light yellow long dress and quickly exited the alley, arriving at the banks of the Pingjiang River.

The sky was a heavy, dark mass, and angry thunder constantly exploded between heaven and earth. The river surface surged with monstrous waves, as if transforming into a turbulent, enraged sea.

At this moment, amidst the torrential downpour, the river was high tide, and there were no longer any figures along the riverbank.

"Little lady, where are you going?"

Yang Zheng slowed his pace and let out a long laugh.

The two yamen runners beside him immediately understood and quickly rushed forward in several large strides, blocking the beautiful woman's path.

"Little lady, our Brother Zheng is calling you, how can you not hear?" The two yamen runners held their saber hilts and said to the beautiful woman with a fake smile.

In a few steps, Yang Zheng had walked up from behind.

He reached out and cupped the chin of the woman in the yellow dress, gently lifting her face.

A face with eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water, and a lightly bitten lower lip appeared before Yang Zheng.

In an instant, Yang Zheng's entire body trembled, as if his heart was squeezed by a large hand, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

What a pitiful and stunningly beautiful face!

In front of this woman, it seemed as though the courtesans and pure entertainers he had encountered before all paled in comparison, becoming mere commoners.

"In such heavy rain, where is the lady going? Why not come to this official's house for a cup of ginger tea to warm yourself?" Yang Zheng teased.

"Official... Official sir, my husband is still waiting for me at home," the woman in the yellow dress said weakly.

"What? You have a husband?"

Yang Zheng was overjoyed upon hearing this, feeling his heart pound.

The two accompanying yamen runners couldn't help but exchange glances, both letting out a lewd chuckle.

What Brother Zheng liked most was a married woman.

It was even more stimulating to play with the other person's wife and daughter right in front of their husband!

"So please, Official sir, be merciful and let me leave. My husband has a quick temper. If I return late, he will surely come out to look for me..." The woman in the yellow dress lightly bit her lip, her watery eyes filled with a plea.

"Hahaha, what's so difficult about that? I, Yang Zheng, have always been the most hospitable person. Why not invite your husband over and come to my house with me? Perhaps I'll hit it off with your husband, and we can even become brothers-in-law!"

Yang Zheng looked at the pitiful woman in the yellow dress, his heart growing hotter. His gaze shamelessly roamed and scrutinized the woman's body.

Her clothes, soaked with water, clung tightly to her skin. He could even see her tender skin, like mutton-fat white jade, through her clothing.

"Such a beautiful backside, a slap on it could create three layers of ripples, truly top-notch..." Yang Zheng couldn't help but swallow, thinking to himself.

Thinking of this, Yang Zheng's large hand wrapped around the woman in the yellow dress's slender, willow-like waist, ready to carry her on his shoulder and take her away.

Suddenly.

"My husband is here!" The woman looked into the distance and let out a low cry.

Yang Zheng raised an eyebrow and followed the woman's gaze.

Not far ahead, water mist rose from all directions, and a fine rain curtain covered the sky and earth.

A tall figure wearing a bamboo hat and straw cloak, with a saber at his waist, stood silently in the rain.

"Hmm? Just in time,"

Yang Zheng's eyes gradually narrowed, a hint of coldness appearing on his face.

"Zhang San, Wang Wu, go bring that person over!"

"Got it!"

The two yamen runners sneered, shook their arms, and walked towards the tall figure in the straw cloak and bamboo hat.

The figure merely pulled down his bamboo hat slightly and also walked towards Yang Zheng.

The next moment.

Under Yang Zheng's somewhat mocking gaze, Zhang San and Wang Wu's large hands simultaneously landed on the shoulders of the figure in the bamboo hat and straw cloak.

Bang bang!

Two soft sounds.

Zhang San and Wang Wu seemed to be frozen in place, their bodies stiff, allowing the tall figure to brush past them and continue walking step by step towards Yang Zheng!

Rumble!

A furious thunderclap exploded!

A pale electric light flashed and disappeared. The face of the saber-wielding figure in the straw cloak was mostly hidden beneath the bamboo hat, but a chin with slightly sparse stubble briefly flashed in the electric light.

"Zhang San, Wang Wu? Bah, useless things!"

Yang Zheng threw the woman he was carrying off his shoulder, drew the long saber from his waist with a 'clang', and spat on the blade.

The next moment, a fierce look erupted in his eyes. When the tall figure was only half a zhang away, he slashed down fiercely!

"Trying to play tricks in front of me? Go to hell!"

Whoosh!

A cold saber light flashed and disappeared in the rainy night, carrying a whistling wind as it slashed down fiercely.

Bang—!

A large hand with thick joints and distinct fingers grabbed the blade.

"This saber technique..."

"It's truly laughably clumsy."

A low voice exploded in Yang Zheng's ear!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The large hand began to exert force slowly, and fine cracks immediately appeared on the blade!

Then.

The cracks became more and more numerous, until they covered the entire blade!

The next moment.

Bang!!!

The entire blade of the long saber shattered into countless sparkling fragments, bursting out from the palm of that large hand!

In the pale lightning, the tall figure wearing a bamboo hat slowly raised his head, revealing a face with lowered eyes and an indifferent expression from beneath the shadow of the bamboo hat.

"You are... Fang... Fang Xuan?!"

Yang Zheng, who had been startled, was first stunned, then a surge of nameless anger rushed to his head!

All fear comes from the unknown.

And as the mysterious veil over Fang Xuan was lifted, fear was replaced by anger!

"What do you want to do?!"

Yang Zheng roared angrily, glaring fiercely at Fang Xuan.

"Fang Xuan! You lowlife have such guts! I warn you, my father is Yang Jiang, if you dare touch me..."

Bang!!!

A black Jiao Mark lit up in the night.

The next moment.

Before Yang Zheng could finish his sentence.

A sharp and fierce saber light, carrying a chilling coldness, rapidly magnified in his pupils!

Puff!

Almost instantly, this saber strike vertically cleaved down from the top of Yang Zheng's head and exited from the center of his crotch!

There was no technique to this strike, only terrifying power!

Flesh, bone, and tendons were all cleanly severed!

"You're still whining even as you die. If you don't die, who will?"

Raindrops fell like strings of beads from the edge of the bamboo hat. Fang Xuan turned around, calmly flicked the crimson blood from the saber, and inserted the chipped long saber back into its sheath with his distinct-jointed fingers.

Violent lightning flashed and died, shaking the heavens and earth into silence!

Behind him, a large amount of fresh blood gushed out, and the figure of the red-robed yamen runner split in two from the middle, collapsing like a flag!

Fang Xuan looked at the woman in the distance who was already leaning against a tree and retching violently, raised his head, and smiled slightly:

"Miss Chen, look, I said you wouldn't be in trouble, and you weren't, right?"

In the distance, Miss Chen, who was from the Prefecture City and had previously glared at Fang Xuan, was already leaning against a tree, throwing up violently and seeing stars.

Today is a good day, suitable for voting!