Bloody Wedding 4 [Seeking Follow-up Reads]

The Listening Cultivator's voice trailed off.

The room fell so silent that the drop of a needle could be heard.

"He broke?"

Wen Ling raised an eyebrow, pressing for more, "What exactly did Little Eyes see?"

The Listening Cultivator tilted his head to listen intently for another moment, his expression growing increasingly bizarre.

"Speak up, what did Little Eyes see?" Wen Ling could no longer contain herself, leaning forward.

The Listening Cultivator rubbed his brow, speaking with a complex look on his face:

"Everything written there is a weakness of Lawrence.

From head to toe, From his cultivation techniques to his private secrets, Not a single mercy was shown."

"And that's not even the end of it. He also found a dozen or so courtesans.

They're on the city walls with tin megaphones, Taking turns cursing Lawrence... saying he isn't even a man."

The Listening Cultivator was being relatively subtle.

In reality, those courtesans Lu Jing'an had arranged to go up there at the end.

Were saying things far more unbearable than what the Listening Cultivator had described.

Never mind a man as abnormal as Lawrence.

Even a normal man would likely have been shamed into suicide.

With such a multi-pronged approach.

It would be truly difficult for Lawrence not to break.

As for whether these tactics were despicable.

Lu Jing'an did not care.

Winning is the only hard truth.

The group from the Peacekeeping Bureau.

After hearing what the Listening Cultivator had to say.

All looked at each other, no one speaking for a long while.

Finally, it was Wen Ling who let out a "pfft" of laughter, breaking the silence:

"This Young Master Lu is truly interesting.

To think he could come up with such low-down, dirty tricks."

"But then again, As long as he can make that foreign devil Lawrence break, It doesn't matter if it's despicable or not."

"When that foreign devil first arrived here, he certainly threw his weight around enough."

Wen Ling clearly had no good impression of this Lawrence.

In fact, Wen Ling had no good impression of any foreign devils.

For Wen Ling, who followed the path of the Literary Cultivator.

These foreign devils, who understood only brute force and lacked all refinement, were the most detestable.

Kui Shan frowned.

He did not speak.

But it was clear he felt that Lu Jing'an's.

Methods were a bit too lacking in integrity.

Having confirmed that Lu Jing'an was fine.

Since Lu Jing'an was unharmed, Wen Ling couldn't be bothered to listen any further and turned to walk out.

Her skirt, embroidered with dark patterns, traced a sharp arc in the air.

This was the qipao that Lu Jing'an had recently bought for her.

Near the city gate.

Lawrence, having been pushed to his absolute breaking point.

The last trace of thin, golden Battle Qi on his body.

Finally flickered out completely like a candle in the wind.

Although his Battle Qi was gone.

Relying on his agile footwork and positioning.

As well as the inner armor he wore.

Bullets still could not harm him in the slightest.

Lu Jing'an glanced at the sky outside, which was gradually brightening.

He said to Situ Yiyun and Chen Heqing:

"I wonder if I might have the honor of witnessing the full strength of both masters."

Situ Yiyun and Chen Heqing exchanged a look.

Then, both cupped their fists and said, "We are willing to serve Young Master Lu."

Following this, the two jumped down from the second floor.

Heading straight for Lawrence.

The most difficult Battle Qi had already been dealt with by Lu Jing'an.

All of Lawrence's weaknesses had also been clearly marked by Lu Jing'an.

If the two of them still couldn't take down Lawrence, then they wouldn't be worth Lu Jing'an's investment.

Lawrence saw Situ Yiyun and Chen Heqing.

His eyes instantly turned blood-red.

"It was you two despicable fellows plotting against me from the shadows; I will tear you apart!"

Situ Yiyun and Chen Heqing could not understand Lawrence's gibberish.

They only knew that they had to beat Lawrence to the ground to prove their worth.

The two attacked Lawrence simultaneously from the left and right.

One utilized Ancient Martial Arts, while the other utilized New Martial Arts.

Chen Heqing employed the Iron Wire Fist from the Ancient Martial Arts lineage.

The twenty iron rings on his arms collided.

Clanging and chiming.

With a total weight exceeding fifty pounds.

With a single punch, the wind howled, capable of smashing granite into powder.

Situ Yiyun's New Martial Arts style was the same as Lawrence's.

But in his understanding of the martial path, Situ Yiyun was clearly superior.

Coupled with the fact that Situ Yiyun kept all of Lawrence's weaknesses in mind.

And with it being two against one.

Lawrence had absolutely no power to parry or counterattack.

Lu Jing'an, sitting on the second floor drinking tea.

Watched the figures of the three men constantly colliding and intertwining on the street.

Rubbing the teacup with his fingers, he calculated to himself.

If he were to face Lawrence in his current state, what would his odds of winning be?

And what price would he have to pay?

After some calculation.

Lu Jing'an felt that if he faced Lawrence in his current state.

By using all his methods.

And simultaneously activating Clear as Fire and Karma Sound-Tracing.

He was confident that he could severely injure and kill the Battle Qi-less Lawrence within ten moves.

"Although I can win, it is unnecessary."

Watching the battle on the street nearing its end, Lu Jing'an muttered to himself.

Whenever he could avoid getting his own hands dirty, Lu Jing'an preferred not to.

"Bang!"

Chen Heqing struck Lawrence's chest with both fists.

Accompanied by the impact of the dual-fist strike.

The iron rings on his arms, driven by immense inertia, slammed directly into Lawrence's chest.

The impact shattered Lawrence's sternum instantly.

Situ Yiyun followed up with a heavy strike from behind.

With pinpoint precision, he snapped Lawrence's fifth, sixth, and seventh lumbar vertebrae.

This left Lawrence completely incapacitated, sprawled upon the ground.

Though he lay prone, Lawrence's tongue remained sharp.

"I am a minister of Britain; you cannot kill me."

"If you dare to kill me, it will be an international incident."

"Just wait to be blown to pieces by our Ironclad Warship."

Lawrence shouted these words in a language that Chen Heqing and Situ Yiyun could understand.

Although the accent was strange, both men grasped his meaning.

Faced with such a heavy accusation, Chen Heqing and Situ Yiyun truly hesitated to strike.

Seeing this, Lu Jing'an knew it was time for him to step in.

"Let's go."

Lu Jing'an rose and descended from the second floor of the teahouse.

Hearing the rhythmic clack-clack-clack of leather shoes, Lawrence tried to lift his head to look.

But due to his broken spine, even that simple movement was beyond his reach.

Lying on the ground, Lawrence could only see Lu Jing'an's polished leather shoes.

He knew the owner of those shoes was the mastermind behind it all.

"It was you, you despicable villain, who ambushed me! I will never let you go."

"I am a British minister..."

Lawrence's words were cut short.

A bloody hole in the back of his head silenced everything he had left to say.

Lu Jing'an handed the smoking revolver to a subordinate beside him and pulled out a white handkerchief to slowly wipe his hands.

"Who said a minister cannot die?"

Lu Jing'an's voice was soft, yet it rang clearly in everyone's ears.

Toward the foreigners, Lu Jing'an felt none of the fear so common among the people of this era.

After all, in the time Lu Jing'an came from, foreigners were long since reduced to nothing more than paper tigers.

Therefore, fear did not exist for him.

And as far as he knew, even in this world, the true elite were not blindly cowering before the foreigners.

The historical trajectory of this world was vastly different from his memories.

There had been no century of humiliation.

The reason why Great Ming had fallen into this state of warlord fragmentation and foreign encroachment was—

Surreal.

So surreal that Lu Jing'an found it hard to believe it was true.

According to the Fragmentary Secret Records, the cause of this world's decline began a century ago, when the last emperor of Great Ming sought immortality.

Defying the heavens, Causing the dragon veins to collapse and spiritual energy to dissipate, The world was torn asunder, And various factions rose to power in the chaos.

The foreigners, Were merely hyenas seizing the opportunity to invade.

This history was too bizarre; when Lu Jing'an first heard it, he took it for a mere storybook tale.

Yet, after verifying it from multiple sources, he found that the clues aligned perfectly.

It was just that the era was long past and the historical records were vague, so he had never delved deeper.

The common folk feared the foreigners, mostly out of dread for those iron behemoths that spewed black smoke and their sharp firearms.

But what Lu Jing'an feared had never been these things.

The moment Lawrence breathed his last, a familiar prompt appeared before Lu Jing'an's eyes:

[Divine soul capable of Refining/Repairing detected. Collect?]

"Collect."

Lu Jing'an was somewhat expectant about what could be refined from this foreign devil's divine soul.

After all, the cultivation methods of the foreigners differed significantly from those of Huaxia.

No sooner had Lu Jing'an finished collecting the divine soul than he saw Chen Xuan walking over from a distance.

"Master."

Lu Jing'an bowed with great respect.

Chen Xuan glanced at the corpse on the ground, his tone indifferent: "You killed him?"

Lu Jing'an answered truthfully:

"I used some underhanded methods to break his Battle Qi.

After the two masters severely wounded him, this disciple delivered the final shot."

Chen Xuan nodded, his gaze returning to Lu Jing'an's face:

"Methods do not distinguish between high and low; if they achieve the goal, they are good methods."

The words were spoken calmly, yet they were a clear form of approval.

His master was not one to be rigid.

Lu Jing'an smiled: "This disciple will keep that in mind."

He then asked: "As for the Lin Family... has everything been handled properly?"

Chen Xuan nodded: "Cleaned up, they are sweeping the grounds now."

"Then let us go to the Lin Family and wait."

Lu Jing'an looked toward the end of the long street; the sky was gradually brightening, and the lanterns on both sides were still lit.

Lu Jing'an murmured to himself: "The wedding procession should be arriving soon."