What? Me Again?

"I killed Liuzi's adoptive father. If he wakes up after we enter the city, he will definitely come after us for justice," Jiang Xueming said to Wu Xiuwen. "You handle this matter."

"Huh?!" Wu Xiuwen looked completely innocent. "It's me again?"

Xue Ming didn't want to get involved in this mess, so he took his identification from his doctor's bag and went through the formalities. He also handed a Desert Eagle chick to Jianxiong.

Do you know how to use it?

Jianxiong nodded, a hint of apprehension in his eyes.

--In the wild forest, he had seen his master use this magical skill of "flying sword that leaves the hand".

He still couldn't understand why this small, crooked iron rod could produce such powerful hidden weapons.

"Master, I initially thought you were just a general, but I never imagined your skills in creating and forging weapons were so impressive." Jianxiong took the gun, twirling it around in his hands with some fancy moves, spinning the empty gun round and round without bullets. "This mechanism box is quite ingenious. Can you teach me how to use it?"

Xue Ming bluntly stated, "I can't teach him."

Zhao Jianxiong immediately became unhappy. "Am I not qualified to learn?"

Xue Ming rephrased it. "One day, you will also have an avatar, which is as clear-headed and skillful as you, only then can you learn this iron forging and steelmaking technique—but if Xiabang has large machines, the mother of industry, and good machinery for cutting iron blocks and drilling holes, it can also make it."

Jianxiong only half understood what he was hearing. He took two bullets from his master and packed them into the magazine.

"Oh, Master, is there any special meaning behind passing this flying sword to me? If I fight with thugs and they ask about my sect and magical treasures, how should I answer?"

Jiang Xueming: "When this guy is spouting nonsense, you shoot him in the chest, then in the head, and once he's down, finish him off with another shot—that's the best response."

Zhao Jianxiong: "Understood."

Jiang Xueming patted the student on the shoulder and emphasized, "Never point a gun at your partner, under any circumstances, especially not me."

Zhao Jianxiong hurriedly replied, "Definitely not!"

"You haven't done it, so of course you'll say you won't. I'm just warning you." Jiang Xueming continued, "If you point a gun at Wu Xiuwen, he might get hurt or die. If you point a gun at me, you might die—this thing kills people too quickly, in an instant. I won't show any mercy."

"Yes," Zhao Jianxiong replied, his voice trembling with fear, but he had no doubt about his master's words. Every time his master spoke like this, especially when he was earnestly explaining these matters, his voice was filled with a chilling murderous intent.

"When we cross the border, Xiuwen, you explain the cause of this old man's death. Jianxiong, protect your senior brother. He's frail and can't afford to get hurt. If he gets beheaded by the border guards, I won't receive the news in time, and I won't be able to get back in time. He'll be beyond saving." Jiang Xueming pulled the two students together. "I'll go to the North Gate to find Zhao Jianying —he has a way to cross Bodhisattva Valley; he must have taken a longer route to enter through the North Gate."

Wu Xiuwen rolled his eyes. "Fine."

Zhao Jianxiong then asked, "Master, what if we reveal our magic weapon before it's time to fight?"

"Hey! Hey hey hey! You idiot!" Wu Xiuwen cursed. "Let's go! If you really don't understand, just recite the same line your master used to fool us—'Golden element gives the artifact its spirit, wood element serves as a backing, fire element is the catalyst, lead pills and mercury paste are the deadly magic weapon. This thing has the essence of the Browning Immortal's Reincarnation Mechanism and is named Jericho Little Eagle.'"

"They're all foreign names, how am I supposed to remember them all?" Jianxiong muttered, holding onto the luggage with one hand and lifting the stretcher with the other, running forward with his senior brother as if flying.

Jiang Xueming, like a single mother, watched the students run out and kept giving them instructions.

"Be careful with the gun! Be careful! Don't fucking take it out to play with it!"

When the two brothers arrived at the South Gate checkpoint, a platoon leader from the border army stopped Wu Xiuwen, looking at the person on the stretcher with a suspicious expression.

Liuzi was Government Soldiers in the prefectural government. He usually stayed in the Prefect's Mansion, county government, and drill ground. He rarely encountered the city guards. They would only communicate with each other when they changed into bandit uniforms and went out of the city to hunt (rob).

Although he couldn't recognize Liuzi's face, the man seemed familiar, given his burly physique, which was rare in Taiye. He also noticed that the two stretcher bearers came from the direction of Zhuzhou—a region known for its favorable weather and frequented by caravans, free from plague and refugees, making them seem suspicious.

"Stop."

Wu Xiuwen handed over his travel document and, upon hearing the officer's shout, knew he couldn't get away with it. He immediately ran out from the ranks and confessed.

"Sir, what brings you to stop my fellow disciples?"

The officer brought out the travel documents and, after seeing the identities of the two men, realized that Wu Xiuwen was the adopted son of the prefect of Zhuzhou. He immediately became very polite.

"So it's Young Master Wu. It's nothing, but you two have someone with you. What's going on?"

After thinking it over, Wu Xiuwen looked ahead and saw several soldiers at the checkpoint searching the luggage of each vehicle, even puncturing the grain sacks carrying rice. So he took out a cloth bag from his luggage.

He beckoned the officer to a secluded spot and opened the cloth bundle—

--The old man's head was visible, his eyes wide open in anger and rage.

The captain recognized him immediately!

Isn't that Wu Lao'er, the head instructor of the Prefect's Mansion's mansion?

"This! This! This!"

When the summer hunting season arrived, Wu Lao'er liked to go to Zhuzhou. He would always extort money from lone travelers he encountered on the road. Each time he went out, he would lead a large group of more than a dozen riders. The captain was envious, thinking that the knights of the Prefect's Mansion were very prestigious.

The cavalry patrol that went out at noon today returned without giving any reason, and the captain didn't pay any attention to it.

I can't believe Wu Lao'er is dead?!

"Dead?! Dead?!"

The death of one Government Soldiers is nothing, but Wu Lao'er cannot die.

His elder brother was Prefect's Mansion in the governor's mansion. At first, the various states in the Central Plains and the Copper River Basin were fighting each other so fiercely that the world was in chaos. After a military family fled from Da Liang, Wei Yuan General of Da Liang went to the governor's house to train soldiers for the governor's family, leaving behind his two sons.

"What? You recognize this bandit?" Wu Xiuwen asked, feigning ignorance.

The captain's voice trembled as he spoke, "Young Master Wu... he was the son of a retainer in the Prefect's Mansion's mansion, and he even had a badge for the Government Soldiers. How could you kill him?"

On one side was the local tyrant of Zhuzhou City, and on the other side were the military relatives of the Prefect's Mansion.

This class monitor is someone you can't afford to offend, so I don't know what to say.

"Isn't he a bandit?" Wu Xiuwen pressed, "I came out of Bodhisattva Valley, and he just rode off on horseback, brandishing his sword and attacking me! He didn't even ask me a single question!"

The squad leader thought to himself, if Wu Lao'er had killed Wu Xiuwen with one blow, there wouldn't be so much trouble. So, without thinking, he blurted out, "Then he didn't kill you?"

Wu Xiuwen: "Hmm?"

"Oh no!" the captain immediately changed his tune. "Then he didn't show his badge?"

Zhao Jianxiong: "What military badge? He tried to kill my senior brother, so I retaliated by cutting off his head to claim the credit. What nonsense are you spouting? If he wants to be a bandit, then Grandfather will let him be a bandit for life!"

Wu Xiuwen chuckled, rubbing his forehead. He felt that his junior brother was getting too cocky—he just followed his master's teachings and said Jianxiong his master said.

"May I ask your name, hero?" The captain wanted to exchange a few more polite words.

Wu Xiuwen: "He's my junior brother. His name is written on the travel document."

The captain was already drenched in sweat; these two ruthless individuals certainly couldn't be sent into the city so easily.

He was the one who released the cavalry; they died in Bodhisattva Valley, and when they returned, he didn't see any of the other Government Soldiers saying anything.

If this were investigated, these arrogant rich kids would definitely pin the blame on the city defense team.

"Someone come here!"

In an instant, a dozen or so burly men poured into the checkpoint.

It was only then that the captain recognized Liuzi. He had no idea what these two unfriendly guests were up to, so he started making small talk.

"Heroes, now that you have quelled the bandits, I will take you to the Prefect's Mansion to reason with the Battalion Commander and acknowledge your merits!"

This was a very skillful way of speaking; it acknowledged that Wu Xiuwen and his fellow disciples had killed the thieves, yet it also ordered them to be escorted to the Prefect's Mansion to confess their crimes.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jianxiong immediately became happy.

"--Besides Black Wind Ridge's contribution! Is there really such a good thing?"

Before Wu Xiuwen could even begin to curse, Jianxiong immediately realized what was happening.

He was just as happy when he saw a beautiful woman last time, and he was just as happy when he arrived at Wu Cheng Zhang's residence.

Sitting under the stage in Mu Family Village, watching the Guling and Jingguai dance and sing, I was overjoyed.

Every time he gets happy, it means he's not far from death.

This time, Jianxiong learned his lesson and whispered to his senior brother.

"This bastard wouldn't be plotting against us, would he?"

Wu Xiuwen suddenly smiled with relief and replied softly, "Master is right. Sometimes I even feel like we're not in the same world—but this time it seems like we've finally been reincarnated together and come to this chaotic human realm together."

Zhao Jianxiong: "Senior brother, are we going or not?"

"If I don't go, I'll be a fugitive. My master is isolated and helpless in the city. If I go, there's still a chance. The Knight's Combat Techniques says to turn adversity into advantage." Wu Xiuwen was very calm. Since his master asked him to do this and gave him so many trump cards, he had to do it well.

He casually replied, "Then please lead the way, sir?"

On the other side, Jiang Xueming entered the city smoothly and immediately saw the gate sign of the Yin Yang Qiankun Temple.

He glanced inside, and before he knew it, Fragrant Dream were almost turning into the White Crane Boy, their eyes adding dramatic flair—their pupils became two thin lines. He couldn't control himself; he felt an eerie, demonic aura permeating this ghostly place.

Xue Ming, the "generous gift crab," saw two groups of people enter. They were originally embroiderers from the Prefect's Mansion's mansion, but after changing into Daoist robes, they still couldn't hide their curvaceous figures. They went in to pray for incense and worship the gods—even the outline of their buttocks could be seen.

Then they saw the young Daoist leading the embroiderers to the inner courtyard, giving them tokens, and applying incense to their arms to mark their virginity. They were then told to wait outside the gate. Since the Kunwu Sect Leader had not yet returned, the consecration ceremony would be a little later.

Xue Ming thought to himself, "This isn't some kind of temple of gods! This is a demon's den built right in the city!"

However, he did not intend to take action at the time. Several hundred pilgrims walked and stopped in the archway square.

He went in with a gun to fight. Putting aside the possibility of accidentally injuring someone, when the city defenses and border troops arrived, he would become the target of everyone's criticism—he would be regarded as a murderous monster, after all, the Daoist priests in the temple had not yet taken off their clothes and had not yet turned into demons.

Thinking this, Xue Ming went to the neighborhood intersection to inquire and quickly found a shop selling adhesive. He also learned about Zhao Jianying there.

The owner of the glutinous rice cake shop mentioned that a couple had come to his Xiangxiang's Shop. They had been renovating their new house recently and had bought a lot of goods from him, including glutinous rice cakes for roofing, tile making, and decoration.

Xue Ming followed this clue, passed Tianhua Gate, found Si Yao Alley, and walked another four hundred meters or so to a residential area of an ordinary family. The gate archway read "Xiangxiang's Shop".

After greeting the neighbors on both sides, Xue Ming found the person very quickly. He asked at each shop, bypassing the clinic and finding the inn directly.

He thought to himself that Zhao Jianying's recent illness must be related to the Yin Yang Qiankun Temple —he had inexplicably suffered misfortune.

As for why he was targeted, it's either because his physical attributes were too alluring, or because of Xiangxiang.

What Xue Ming didn't expect was that Kunwu the Great Immortal wanted them all.

"Beautiful lady." In a room on the third floor of the inn, Kunwu, with an air of solemnity, uttered shameless words. "I have a way to save this consumptive."

Xiangxiang looked flustered and restless, staring at her husband lying on the bed in the room, unconscious from the pain, and didn't know what to say.

She was anxious and tormented, yet unable to retaliate.

She thought to herself, "To uphold this bond of marital affection is such a terrifying thing."

In the past, those who engaged in prostitution were simply heartbroken and didn't care about the moral condemnation.

Now, the thought of compromising and flattering her again felt like a knife to her heart; she felt she had let Jianying down.

Anyone with eyes could see that this lecherous Daoist priest was just putting on airs and being mysterious; without even saying or thinking, he just wanted to take Xiangxiang's body.

"However," Kunwu explained, "When we come out to heal and save lives, we cultivators have to expend our true energy every time we use our powers, which is quite difficult."

Xiangxiang wanted to talk about money. "Daoist Master, I still have some silver here."

She placed the silver notes on the table; there weren't many left, only about two hundred, plus two notes and some loose silver dollars.

"Ha!" Kunwu clasped his hands together, and upon seeing the bank name, he realized that Zhao Jianying had been tricked.

Only when he takes the money, feels intimidated and guilty, and feels indebted, can his soul power take effect.

Now, Zhao Jianying's true essence has been captured by Yaksha Mei and sent to Young Master Han's mother through Zi Luosha. The two have exchanged their life force and reversed the situation. Naturally, the old age ailments of five strains and seven injuries have come to Zhao Jianying.

For Kunwu, curing Zhao Jianying was simply a matter of summoning the two little devils, one red and one blue, and finding a scapegoat to die for him.

"Beautiful lady, you must be joking," Kunwu sneered. "Two hundred dollars? The mouthwash I use to brush my teeth this morning costs more than that—do you think immortals are cheap commodities? You think they can be raised on swill and pig feed from childhood?"

Xiangxiang forced a smile, finally certain of what Daoist Kunwu wanted, but she refused to accept her fate. "Then what does Daoist want?"

"I have a miraculous technique here." Kunwu immediately perked up. "The principles of Yin and Yang, Heaven and Earth, are nothing more than fusion, convergence, and mutual support—do you have the innate wisdom to understand?"

Xiangxiang: "I don't understand."

Kunwu slammed his hand on the table and sighed, "Yes! That's right. That's right."

He tried his best to describe it, not wanting to completely break off relations like that.

--After all, he's no longer some conman or thug.

He is the CEO and executive director of a listed group.

"It's the method of dual cultivation, have you heard of it? Do you understand?"

This dedicated pioneer of the Madness Butterfly Sect is very clear about his role.

"Sleeping with me will enhance my skills."

Xiangxiang showed no surprise whatsoever, simply responding blankly with an "Ah."

Kunwu sighed, "Ah! That's it. Tsk. How to describe it? Once a person reaches that state, they immediately attain enlightenment. The whole world quiets down, and this will also benefit you."

Xiangxiang: "Huh?"

"You don't know, young lady, you really don't know," Kunwu said seriously. "There are so many female disciples lining up outside my door. They communicate with me about this world and exchange ideas about the Daoist magic. Every time, they say they have gained a lot of insights and made breakthroughs in their cultivation. I think you two should take this opportunity to form a Dao connection with me. This would be the greatest good deed."

Xiangxiang: "Huh?"

-

"What do you mean, 'huh'?" Kunwu gave Thumb: "They should thank me! You should thank me too!"

Xiangxiang: "Thank you?"

Kunwu pointed to the guest room's decor. "Let's put it this way, it's right here in this house."

He went to the table and patted the snack shelf.

"This little shelf, made of Phoebe zhennan wood, has a calming effect."

She ran to the dressing mirror and spoke with great enthusiasm.

"This, this, this purple sandalwood, I use it to perform the Dragon Gate Formation to ward off evil spirits."

Then she ran to the canopy bed.

"--This bed was originally meant to be sent to the Da Liang, but he died and the kingdom was destroyed, so there was no chance."

"Your husband is now sleeping in the bed of the Da Liang. Have you ever thought about it? Have you even figured out your own place? Do you even have a concept of that?"

Kunwu held his hands loosely, exuding energy and spirit.

"You should be grateful and touched, and feel a little thankful to me, right?"

Xiangxiang: "It seems so."

"Then let me tell you, we have so many good things in this house." Kunwu frowned and blinked, continuing to hypnotize Xiangxiang: "Just do a dual cultivation session in front of your husband. Let him absorb some of the immortal energy, and this illness will be cured immediately!"

Xiangxiang only heard the last sentence--

--Jianying's illness will be cured.

She thought to herself that it wasn't really anything to be ashamed of.

Having spent most of her life as a prostitute, she finally found a stable husband and family, and now she's just going to watch Jianying die?

She reached up to untie the scarf on her shoulder, but couldn't untie it no matter what she did. Then she remembered that Jianying had tied the knot himself before she left home—as if he was afraid that his wife would be insulted by others outside.

Kunwu, on the other hand, was getting impatient. Thinking that this "respectable woman" was hesitating, he immediately went to the door and continued to display his wealth.

"Look at my old rosewood window grille, built six years ago during the reign of Emperor Aizong."

"I"

The door opened, Jiang Xueming walked in carrying a tea tray.

"Go on, if you're thirsty, just take a sip."

He looked like a servant; it was quite frightening.