I Was Just Protecting Myself

The moment the window shattered, the Nineteen Young Master quickly reached out and grabbed the middle-aged Scholar, pulling him away from the broken area to avoid being attacked by Hidden Weapons.

This was the Nineteen Young Master's instinct. As a prince's son, especially one from a restless prince like Prince Ning, he had experienced many similar incidents, so his reaction speed was far beyond what an ordinary person's teacher could match.

"It's you? How utterly audacious!"

Looking at Chen Luo who had broken in, the Nineteen Young Master's face instantly darkened. He hadn't expected to be so wrong about someone.

His feeling in the courtyard earlier was correct; this guy was indeed harboring ill intentions. He even dared to attack a prince's Heir Apparent. He was naturally a lawless individual. Such a person, once caught, must be executed with extreme punishment to make these commoners understand what hierarchy and respect are!

"Heir Apparent, be careful. There's something wrong with this person."

The middle-aged Scholar warned him, then quickly retreated to the corner of the wall.

He didn't try to escape. Chen Luo had already displayed his strength when he broke through the window just now.

"The Heir Apparent still hasn't answered my question."

Chen Luo had a smile on his face, adopting a humble attitude as if seeking guidance.

"A mere lower-class individual, daring to covet the Immortal Path? Who gave you the courage?"

As he spoke, the Nineteen Young Master's body suddenly moved.

His attack was a killing blow. His five fingers formed a claw, and his Internal Qi circulated into a layer of fist intent, striking towards Chen Luo's glabella. If this strike landed, it would surely make Chen Luo's head burst open. Probably no one expected that the Nineteen Young Master was actually a Martial Path expert, and judging from his aura, he had likely reached the Bone Forging Realm.

Chen Luo raised his right hand, his Internal Qi surging. He channeled the Internal Qi of the Black Tiger Fist into his palm and met the Nineteen Young Master's incoming claw head-on.

Bang!!

A muffled sound.

The two forces collided fiercely, but the next moment, the image of a black tiger appeared behind Chen Luo, pushing back the Nineteen Young Master's power with an even more ferocious posture.

The Nineteen Young Master, who was suppressed and forced back, felt a sweetness in his throat. He slammed heavily against the wall behind him and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Cough cough..."

The Nineteen Young Master's gaze swept past Chen Luo and looked out into the courtyard, as if waiting for something.

"Is the Heir Apparent trying to cause a commotion and have that old gentleman outside come to save you? If so, the Heir Apparent is probably going to be disappointed." After defeating the Nineteen Young Master with one punch, Chen Luo walked over, stepped on his chest, and said with a smile.

"You... Old Jiang... Ah!!!"

The Nineteen Young Master, who hadn't finished speaking, immediately let out a pig-like scream.

Since he had already made his move, Chen Luo naturally had no reservations.

Stepping on the Nineteen Young Master's chest, he bent down and with a few 'crack crack' sounds, dislocated his arms and legs. This brutal scene scared the middle-aged Scholar beside him, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

A ruthless man!

This guy was definitely a desperate and ruthless man. He even dared to lay hands on a prince's son, completely disregarding the potential pursuit afterwards. Such people were the most difficult to deal with because in their eyes, everything else could be ignored except for their own goals.

"It's nothing much. I just saw that the old gentleman was quite old and still standing in the tree, so I invited him down to rest."

Chen Luo clapped his hands after dislocating the joints, responding to the other party's question with a kind look. When he came in earlier, he had specifically knocked out the guards in the courtyard. With his strength, which was close to that of a Grandmaster, the guards in the courtyard were basically no match for him in a single exchange. The only trouble was that 'Old Jiang', but it wasn't impossible for Chen Luo to deal with him.

If strength wasn't enough, use poison.

The 'Old Jiang' who was secretly protecting the Nineteen Young Master was taken down by his poison before he could even react.

The medicine he had refined these past few days wasn't for nothing!

An opportunity for 'practice' had appeared in the blink of an eye.

"Brother, calm down!"

The middle-aged Scholar next to him finally couldn't hold back. He knew that if he continued to hide like this, the outcome would be uncontrollable. Not to mention the two 'Immortal Treasures' on the table, if the Nineteen Young Master died here, he definitely wouldn't escape either. Don't overestimate Prince Ning's moral bottom line; he was absolutely capable of taking out his anger on others.

"If you kill the Heir Apparent, things will really get out of hand. At that time, not to mention whether you can get the 'Immortal Destiny' you want, just the Imperial Court's wanted order will be enough to trouble you." Seeing Chen Luo's gaze turn towards him, he subconsciously became nervous.

He was just a Scholar; when had he ever faced such a desperate person head-on?

But he had to speak up now, because he wanted to live.

"Besides, you must have family and siblings, right? Even if you are lucky enough to escape, what about them? Are you willing to watch them pay with their lives for you?"

As the middle-aged Scholar spoke, the Heir Apparent on the ground who had been subdued also quieted down, as if he had truly resigned himself to fate and was waiting for negotiations.

"What the gentleman said is reasonable. Actually, I'm just a bit eager to learn and want to know the location of the White Immortal Cave. It's mainly because the Heir Apparent was too agitated just now, and I had no choice but to act in self-preservation... I believe the gentleman can understand this, right?"

Chen Luo said to the middle-aged Scholar with a sincere face, his foot still on the Nineteen Young Master's chest.

Self-preservation?

The middle-aged Scholar was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously looked at the Nineteen Young Master on the ground whose limbs had been broken, then looked at Chen Luo who was completely unharmed.

He didn't dare to speak.

"The location of the White Immortal Cave is not a secret. You just need to go to the prefecture and ask anyone, and you'll know," the Nineteen Young Master said hoarsely.

The moment he spoke, Chen Luo suddenly felt a dizzy spell in his head.

The air composition is wrong, and there's something wrong with the candlelight.

His brain, which was skilled in poisons, instantly sent back a piece of information. He quickly looked up and saw that the middle-aged Scholar had somehow covered his mouth and nose with a towel, and a ferocious expression had appeared on the face of the Nineteen Young Master, who was under his foot.

"Dragon Heart Begonia, I don't believe it can't poison you to death!!"

Block your nose and mouth, and send the toxins inside your body into the blue energy zone.

Before the Nineteen Young Master could finish gloating, the external brain in his mind had already provided a solution.

Mortal poisons could be neutralized using a higher level of energy.

He didn't have much else in his body, but he had plenty of high-level energy.

"Sir, there's a knife in the cabinet over there. Cut off his tendons in his hands and feet first. I want him to suffer worse than..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Chen Luo, who had been poisoned and unable to move, suddenly raise his hand and clench his five fingers into a fist. The force of the Black Tiger Fist gathered at one point, and he unleashed a punch from directly above, striking downwards through the air. The next instant, a 'crack' sound was heard. The Nineteen Young Master's spine was instantly broken on the spot, his windpipe was shattered, and his flesh and blood were a bloody mess. The scene was extremely brutal.

The Nineteen Young Master, who had been嚣张 (yelling/嚣张), died on the spot.

After killing the man, Chen Luo's heart hardened. His gaze swept over to the middle-aged Scholar who was covering his nose.

It was him who had administered the poison just now.

"Spare..."

Without a single word of nonsense, Chen Luo directly punched him in the forehead. The exploding blood burst from the back of his head, splattering red and white all over the wall.

After dealing with the two of them, Chen Luo quickly returned to the Nineteen Young Master's corpse and reached out to press his hand on the other's head.

Can't waste this.

The reason he hadn't hit the head earlier was because he remembered what the Nineteen Young Master had said.

He had Aptitude!

Contact with dead person's brainwaves. Damage: 2%. Read?

Familiar information popped up, and Chen Luo's spirits lifted. The Nineteen Young Master's brain was the most complete brain he had collected so far. His earlier restraint had finally paid off.

"Read!"

A familiar sensation instantly surged through his palm and merged into his body.