Sheng Wubing

[You have successfully killed Liu Ying, one of the Three Evils of Guyang, known as 'Six Hands', and gained 400 Cultivation points!]

"I told you not to move around, but you insisted. You can't blame me for this!"

Seeing the kill notification pop up before him, Meng Qingshan breathed a huge sigh of relief.

If Liu Ying were alive right now, he would surely cry out in injustice, "When did you tell me not to move around? I just wanted to take out that secret manual!"

But none of that mattered. What was important was that Meng Qingshan had never intended to let him live anyway.

Speaking of which, if Meng Qingshan hadn't been cautious and eavesdropped on their conversation for a while before entering...

If he had barged in rashly, facing the combined forces of these three – with ranged attacks and a melee tank – he might not have been able to win.

After learning that these three were notorious bandits who killed without batting an eye, Meng Qingshan initially didn't want to cause any trouble and intended to leave quietly.

But the rain was getting heavier. This Kushui Road was in the middle of nowhere. If he got soaked all night, even though he was now a martial artist who had cultivated Internal Martial Arts, he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't catch a cold tomorrow.

With this thought, he immediately took out the medicine he had bought in Jade Mountain City.

He mixed the crushed Aconite Grass with Fuzi, ignited it with a fire starter, and used the force of the north wind to blow the poisonous smoke produced by burning these two drugs into the post station.

The three men had been restless and agitated earlier, with yellowing whites of their eyes – all signs of poisoning.

Fortunately, these three were careless and didn't pay much attention to the smell, which allowed Meng Qingshan to succeed so easily.

Silence fell upon the post station once more.

Meng Qingshan carefully put away the remaining Aconite Grass and Fuzi powder, sighing deeply, "My original intention was just to take shelter from the rain. Don't blame me. If I didn't kill you, you would have killed me. I did this only for self-preservation!"

He lightly waved the Brocade Cloud Saber in his hand, its subtle force causing it to vibrate. The bloodstains on the saber immediately scattered, and the blade returned to its pristine state, gleaming like a mirror, as if it had just been washed in a clear spring.

This was a technique called "Shaking Saber" from the Nine Forms of Swift Saber. It was originally one of the few defensive moves in this saber technique, but Meng Qingshan found it very practical for removing bloodstains from his blade.

Holding up the Brocade Cloud Saber, under the firelight, Meng Qingshan clearly saw that the saber had a fine crack after clashing head-on with Jiang Pan's Mountain-Splitting Saber just now.

"If I had cultivated the Nine Forms of Swift Saber to the second level, perhaps this blade wouldn't have been damaged. I still have to return this saber to the Seven Mysteries Sect. If I accidentally break it, it will be difficult to explain. Alas..."

Meng Qingshan sighed lightly, a hint of regret in his eyes.

Firstly, this saber was a quest trigger item.

Secondly, it was not easy to find a suitable saber nowadays. A Brocade Cloud Saber of this quality would cost at least twenty taels of silver in a weapon shop.

Then, Meng Qingshan shifted his gaze to Liu Ying. The reason he hadn't killed him directly earlier was because he coveted the man's hidden weapon techniques.

Since this guy had spilled the beans about where his secret manual was, he was of no use to Meng Qingshan anymore. Keeping him around would only be a threat.

As a gamer who adhered to pragmatism, Meng Qingshan naturally wouldn't leave such a potential problem behind. Thus, he decisively sent Liu Ying to reunite with his two brothers.

"Cough cough~"

Just as Meng Qingshan was about to search Liu Ying for the hidden weapon manual, a light cough suddenly came from outside the door.

Meng Qingshan froze at the sound, his hair standing on end as if goosebumps had erupted all over him.

He turned his head and saw that a figure had appeared at the doorway, which had been empty moments before.

The person held an old oil-paper umbrella, its brim pulled down so low that his face was obscured.

He was wearing a loose robe with wide sleeves over a dark uniform.

The dark uniform had faded a bit from washing but was very clean.

Outside, the rain was pouring down, but this person's clothes were as clean as ever, not even a single drop of water visible.

Meng Qingshan knew that even with an umbrella, he wouldn't be able to keep his clothes this dry in such heavy rain.

In this situation, Meng Qingshan couldn't help but have two guesses.

One, this person might have already been in the post station before the rain started.

Two, this person possessed profound Internal Martial Arts, capable of instantly drying water stains from his clothes with internal energy.

Either of these scenarios was enough to indicate the danger posed by the mysterious figure before him.

Combining this with the previous conversation of the three men, Meng Qingshan had a general assessment in his mind.

He had always believed in the principle of "it's better to strike first than to wait for death."

He immediately abandoned the idea of searching the body and instead called out loudly to the person outside the door, "Friend outside, the wind and rain are so strong, won't you come in and take shelter with me?"

After speaking, Meng Qingshan picked up the roast meat that 'Six Hands' Liu Ying had just put down and placed it back on the fire to roast.