Just as Yang Zhengshan and Yu Qingyi returned to Lingxi Mountain, Nanxia County City fell into chaos.
As night fell, Nanxia County City seemed the same as ever, quiet and peaceful. Lanterns along the street swayed, faint light spreading over the bluestone road, with the occasional pedestrian strolling past.
Suddenly, a burst of chaotic, urgent footsteps shattered the calm. A group of burly martial artists swarmed out from the darkness, each with a black kerchief over his face, revealing only eyes brimming with fierce light, and poured into the Martial Cultivator Market.
The leader was powerfully built, the long saber in hand reflecting the moonlight, its chill pressing. His gaze swept over the many shops in the market, greed and madness showing in his eyes.
"Brothers, our chance to get rich is here!"
"Kill!"
In an instant, the market descended into chaos. The rioters pounced like hungry wolves on prey, smashing open shop doors, slaughtering wantonly, and frantically seizing all kinds of wealth.
In the study of the county office, Lu Jianghua sat upright behind the desk with a frown, looking at the Yellow Register in hand.
This Yellow Register was the Yellow Register of Nanxia County's Martial Dao families. It recorded the population of each Martial Dao family, the number of martial artists, and their cultivation levels.
Lu Jianghua had taken charge of Nanxia County for ten years now, and he was actually perfectly clear about the strength of the many Martial Dao families in Nanxia County. Yet at this moment, he was still carefully looking through the situation of these Martial Dao families, because he needed to draw more people from among them.
Other people in Nanxia County did not know much about the battle situation in Yushan Town, but he knew it very clearly.
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