Gale Blade Technique

He An entered the Criminal Prison.

A gloomy aura washed over him.

Though he had come in several times already, He An still found it hard to accept that atmosphere.

After casually looking around the first level of the Criminal Prison and finding nothing unusual, He An descended the stairs with anticipation and entered the underground level.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Footsteps echoed through the prison.

All the prisoners raised their heads and opened their eyes, looking toward the middle of the corridor.

Standing in the center, He An looked at Mo Caihe with a half-smile. "Have you thought it over? Do you want to get out and enjoy yourself properly?"

"Yes!"

"I've already thought it through. As long as you're willing to let me out, I can give you all one hundred taels of silver I saved up outside."

Mo Caihe struggled to his feet, both hands gripping the cold iron bars tightly. His voice was urgent, his eyes brimming with longing.

Seeing this—

He An gave a soft laugh.

"Words alone are no proof. You have to let me get some benefits first, so I can carefully consider whether I should let you out."

"After all, not just anyone can bear the charge of privately releasing a prisoner!"

Mo Caihe's eyes shifted.

His gaze swept over the other prisoners before finally landing on the scholarly man, a flicker of struggle passing through his eyes.

This scene—

He An took it all in.

His gaze slanted aside as he inconspicuously glanced at the man in that cell.

Suddenly—

The latter immediately looked over.

Their eyes met. He An's body jolted violently, as though someone had seized him by the throat. Even his breathing became incomparably ragged. Fortunately, the feeling vanished after a few breaths.

He An took a deep breath, a trace of terror flashing through his heart.

What terrifying strength. Just one glance at him felt like a fishbone lodged in my throat, as though I were wrapped in killing intent!

A strong man—at the very least, a strong man who has Entered the Ranks!!

After forcibly withdrawing his gaze, He An took a while to compose himself before suppressing the doubts in his heart. With a dark expression, he looked at Mo Caihe.

"Still haven't made up your mind?"

"I can tell you where part of the silver is, but if you want all my possessions, you'll have to wait until I'm out before I hand them all over to you."

Mo Caihe said unwillingly.

"Fine!"

He An agreed without hesitation.

You want out, and you're even threatening me with the unpaid balance?

Little do you know—

All I want is the deposit.

No matter how he calculated it, He An did not think he was losing out.

"I hope you keep your word. Otherwise, don't dream of getting another tael of silver from us!" Mo Caihe said, his heart aching over the loss, but he had no choice but to remind He An.

He An sharply noticed it.

What Mo Caihe had said was "us."

Not "me."

If nothing unexpected happens, these people have already discussed it. They plan to have him take the lead and see whether I'll really get him out.

If I do get him out, they'll all be eager to work with me.

But if I don't get him out, I'm afraid no one will believe another word I say in the future!

He An felt somewhat disappointed.

Such an easy way to earn silver—

And it could only be used once?

What a loss!!

Interrogation. I must use interrogation.

I refuse to believe that under the torment of brutal torture, they can still keep their mouths shut.

In an instant.

He An made up his mind.

To him, this Criminal Prison was a massive treasure vault.

Whenever he was short on Silver Taels, he could come here and take some. They were all murderers anyway; he would not feel the slightest reluctance when dealing with them.

As for torture.

That was no big deal either.

For the crimes these prisoners had committed, even beheading them three times over would not be excessive.

Inflicting punishment and torment was nothing unusual. He An was far from the only one hoping to earn Silver Taels this way.

It was just that the methods those people used to torture prisoners were always the same few tricks. Against powerful Martial Artists, they could hardly cause any real harm.

If it neither hurt nor itched, naturally no one would be willing to reveal their wealth.

Over time.

Fewer and fewer people came here to torture these prisoners.

He An was not worried about that in the slightest.

He firmly believed that Water Drop Torture alone was enough that no one could endure it.

And if there was someone who could.

He still had plenty of methods left.

He was not afraid that those prisoners could hold out.

With that in mind, He An had already walked out of the Criminal Prison.

Following the address Mo Caihe had given him, He An successfully found the stash of money in a secluded residence within the city. There were thirty taels in total.

Besides that, there was unexpectedly even a Ninth Rank Martial Art.

[Gale Blade Technique]

The blade force was fierce, moving like a gale. There were no complicated movements; its core was a single word—"fast."

Upon reaching Minor Accomplishment, one could slash three times in a second.

Upon reaching Great Accomplishment, one could slash six times in a second.

Upon reaching Perfection, one could slash nine times in a second.

Rustle, rustle, rustle.

He An flipped through the martial art manual page by page, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Good blade technique!"

When he reached the final page, He An sincerely praised it. "Compared to other martial arts, Yi Jin Jing places the greatest emphasis on tempering one's foundation. It does not offer much obvious improvement in strength."

"With this blade technique, I can greatly improve my strength while tempering my body's foundation."

"With speed beyond common sense, enemies will find it impossible to fend me off. Even if someone tries to gang up on me, this blade technique can produce unexpected results."

He An grinned and tucked the martial art manual into his clothes.

Now he understood.

Why Mo Caihe had been so heartbroken.

So it was not just silver hidden here—there was also a Ninth Rank blade technique!!

Among martial arts.

Fist techniques were the cheapest.

Blade techniques, spear techniques, and the like were the most expensive.

He An estimated.

The Gale Blade Technique was worth at least eighty taels of silver, perhaps even more.

"I struck it rich!!"

With the wind beneath his feet, he crossed several streets. After buying Healing Medicine and some snacks for Eldest Brother, he excitedly headed home.

The small courtyard.

Seeing the sky grow darker and darker, and knowing that quite some time had passed since He An got off work, He Ping began to worry.

Just as he stood up and was about to go out to search for He An, a burst of footsteps suddenly sounded outside the courtyard, followed by heavy knocking.

"Eldest Brother, I'm back."

He Ping and Wang Rou immediately breathed sighs of relief.

The door opened.

He An walked in, his face full of smiles.

"Eldest Brother!"

"Xiao An, why are you back so late? Did they make things difficult for you?" He Ping asked anxiously.

He An shook his head.

"Eldest Brother, don't worry. It's nothing. Something came up along the way and delayed me a little."

He didn't tell Eldest Brother that he'd clashed with Zhang Yongda today. Even if he did, it would be no use—he'd only make Eldest Brother worry even more.

Bring good news, not bad news!

He An pulled He Ping over to sit down, then called Eldest Sister-in-law over as well. His mysterious manner immediately piqued both their curiosity.

The moment they sat down.

Several medicine bottles, along with a few silver ingots, were neatly arranged before them by He An.

He Ping abruptly sprang to his feet, swallowing hard as he said in shock, "Xiao An, you killed someone??"