The stack of wanted notices in Li Qing's hand represented more than half of the martial world in the Wu Dynasty today.
Any martial artist with blood in their veins had basically joined this torrent of assassinations against the grassland tribes, and as time passed, it only grew fiercer and more violent.
Many of the martial arts experts Li Qing had once known well had also been assigned hefty bounties.
For instance, Ning Yuan, the Star-Picking Divine Thief. Though he was usually somewhat frivolous and deeply loathed the Feng Kingdom court, when dealing with those grassland bandits, he struck with downright exhilarating ruthlessness.
Several important ministers of the Wu Dynasty had already died by his hand. He had even found an opportunity to deliver a crushing killing blow to a tribal chief who had once fought alongside Tuwahaer to conquer the realm.
As a result, the bounty on Ning Yuan had reached an outrageous ninety thousand taels, nearly matching the minimum bounty placed on a grandmaster-level expert.
Internal Energy experts were measured in tens of thousands of taels, while grandmaster-level experts started at one hundred thousand taels.
Fortunately, there were only a handful of grandmasters in the entire world, so the bandit court did not need to worry about paying out too many rewards.
Of course, Li Qing guessed there might be other reasons behind Ning Yuan's exorbitant bounty.
Inside the restaurant, after hearing the intelligence broker's account, Li Qing readily handed him one tael of silver.
After finishing all the food and wine in one go at Taoyuan Restaurant, the sky gradually darkened.
Walking through the streets, Li Qing found Sheng Tian's night market no longer as prosperous as before. Nearly every household had its gates tightly shut, and hardly anyone could be seen.
Reeking of alcohol, Li Qing