Ambusher

In the alley.

Liang Qu hummed an unknown tune as he carried a large box home.

He unexpectedly found a pleasant surprise at a party; the weather was getting hotter, and he needed this stuff.

If we want to improve our quality of life, we still have to rely on development.

I don't know the underlying principle.

Today was truly an eye-opening experience; the atmosphere at the gathering was completely different from what I had imagined.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense.

The idea that the more outstanding you are, the harder you work is a false proposition. Do second-generation rich kids not have laziness? Absolutely. In fact, given the greater and more numerous temptations around them, their laziness is even stronger than that of ordinary people. It's just that the abundance of resources and the high-level platforms they have make their abilities and vision appear to be more outstanding than those of ordinary people.

But there is one difference.

Everyone at the gathering was living a comfortable life, so why would they travel all the way from the bustling Imperial Capital to the relatively impoverished Ping Yang County? Aside from those forced by their parents, it was because they wanted to prove themselves, especially those from River Conservancy Office.

River Conservancy Office, Demon Subduing Division, Three Laws Department.

The River Conservancy Office on the front line against the Ghost Mother Sect, facing the greatest danger; the Demon Subduing Division is on land fighting against Demon Beast and assisting in dealing with the Ghost Mother Sect; Three Laws Department are responsible for apprehending criminal Martial Master.

However, danger also means opportunity.

It can only be said that meeting in Ping Yang County is itself a kind of selection process.

Lazy and useless people won't want to come.

Being able to appear in the small circle on the Painted Boat is a second round of selection, weeding out those who were forced to come by their parents. They don't play together or even share the same clothes.

After two layers of screening, only a group of ambitious and demanding individuals remain, who unite together and secretly sway everyone.

In short, the part cannot represent the whole.

Liang Qu believed that there must be many more people of all kinds in places he couldn't see.

It's a good thing that he was able to infiltrate the inner circle.

Just like the conversation at the gathering, the Ghost Mother Sect actually began to retaliate. More than a dozen Martial Master died in Hua Zhu County, and their flesh and blood were all drained.

If he hadn't come today, he wouldn't have known about this at all, nor had he seen it on the task board.

Many new things and new intelligence that are commonplace for those above are completely secrets that are inaccessible to the lower-level officials of the River Conservancy Office.

"We ordinary people are truly happy today!"

As Liang Qu hummed a song, he passed a fork in the road. Suddenly, his eyebrows twitched, and he silently switched the Ice Platform in his hand to the other arm, tucking it under his armpit.

The rain was falling in fine threads.

After crossing three alleys in succession, a chilling killing intent suddenly enveloped him.

"You thieving official!"

The sound of the long sword being drawn was like plucking a high-pitched string, mixed with a furious roar, piercing through the misty Water Mist and surging like a tide.

The moment Liang Qu heard the roar, he wondered if he had been sparring with Liu Jie too much in his dream, causing him to hallucinate in reality.

Almost identical tone of voice, nearly identical swordsmanship...

Liang Qu gently turned to the side, and the blade flashed down in a straight line, slicing through dozens of bluestone slabs, leaving a mirror-like cut.

"The Galloping Horse Initial Realm? The strength of about one aperture."

Liang Qu glanced at the ground, understood the situation, and then looked up. The attacker flipped his wrist, and the blade slashed upwards.

Goodness.

This feels so familiar.

Liang Qu stood still as the cold glint of the longsword approached his neck. He drew his Azure Wolf, striking first despite being behind, and clashed precisely with the longsword.

The Azure Wolf was a trophy given to me by my senior brother.

As a dagger, Liang Qu rarely used it in battle, mostly as a cutting tool. However, the Azure Wolf was still a genuine Spirit Weapon, its sharpness unmatched by the longsword in the young man's hand.

Clang! The blade of the long sword snapped off instantly, spinning and embedding itself into the wall.

The attackers were utterly astonished.

In that extremely short gap, Liang Qu kicked his opponent in the chest, causing the stone slab beneath his feet to crack into pebbles that flew into the air.

The powerful blow struck the attacker's chest, sending him flying. He rolled several times on the ground, carving a path through the gravel.

From beginning to end, Liang Qu never put down the Ice Platform in his hands.

"So weak and yet you try to sneak attack?"

The sounds of fighting spread, startling a chorus of barking dogs, seemingly mocking the fight.

"Cough!"

Enraged, the wound aggravated, and the young man coughed up a mouthful of blood, struggling to get up from the ground.

In the dim light and shadows, Liang Qu spotted a rather familiar face.

Liu Jie?

No, Liu Jie died long ago.

The mere Galloping Horse Extreme Realm doesn't have the ability to rise from the dead.

Moreover, the headless corpse was taken away by the people of the Three Laws Department as soon as it was pulled up, and the face in front of them was obviously younger, only in his twenties.

Liang Qu searched his memory and quickly found the corresponding person.

"Liu Wenyang? You're not dead? You were the one who spent two taels of silver to ask me about my whereabouts?"

Leaving aside the other members of the Whale Gang, the families of the three Gang Leader will definitely not escape being implicated.

As Liu Jie's son, Liu Wenyang should be in jail awaiting execution. How could he possibly be out there ambushing him?

Furthermore, Liang Qu even killed Liu Jie, who Galloping Horse Extreme Realm. Where did Liu Wenyang get the courage to seek revenge? Did he think his battle record was fabricated?

Damn it, I've been looked down upon! "Enough nonsense, die!"

Liu Wenyang suddenly jumped up from the ground and swung his Broken Blade at the enemy.

The blades were densely packed, forming a continuous strip.

If it were a scion of the Aristocratic Clan, a mere Galloping Horse Initial Realm might cause some trouble, but as for Liu Wenyang ...

He had experienced this set of sword techniques countless times in the dream of the Mirage Worm, and the user was still Liu Jie of the Galloping Horse Extreme Realm, faster and fiercer, swinging it like a bolt of lightning.

Liu Wenyang, go back to where you came from.

Liang Qu's body moved with his mind, and his mind moved with the wind. No matter how Liu Wenyang swung his sword, he could not hit him. Instead, his own movements were too large, which aggravated the wound on his chest, and his swordsmanship went wrong.

Seizing the opportunity, Liang Qu kicked out again, knocking Liu Wenyang to the ground once more.

Some people nearby heard the noise and secretly opened a crack in the window to peek out.

"Don't watch the excitement you shouldn't be watching!"

Liang Qu deliberately startled them, and all that could be heard was the frantic slamming of doors and windows, and even the dogs in the yard were covered and made to whimper.

Both kicks landed squarely on Liu Wenyang's chest, causing him to lose his breath and curl up on the ground in pain, groaning unconsciously.

Liang Qu stepped forward, kicked the Broken Blade away, grabbed the Ice Platform with one hand and Liu Wenyang's collar with the other, lifting his entire upper body up.

"Did you escape on your own, or were you never caught at all?"

"Ho!!"

Liang Qu opened his mouth and a mouthful of blood splattered onto the earthen wall.

"Hey, I have such a bad temper!"

He loosened his collar and, before Liu Wenyang could fall, punched him in the nose, breaking it. Before the man could touch the ground, he grabbed his collar again to keep him from falling.

Liu Wenyang felt his collar loosen, a blur flashed by, and his nose started to burn. Something was flowing out, blocking his nasal cavity and forcing him to breathe through his mouth.

A faint fishy smell wafted from the steam.

"Let me ask you another question. Was it you who asked me about my whereabouts a couple of days ago, when you were short two taels of silver?"

Liu Wenyang's eyes widened in anger.

"You thieving official, when did I ever ask you about my whereabouts by asking for two taels of silver?"