Self-Created Swordsmanship! Body-Breaking Sword Qi!

Back home, Duan Yun thought of the successful cesarean delivery this time and wore a relaxed smile.

That night, he was somewhat excited.

He had not expected to find such a sense of accomplishment in being a doctor.

It was no worse than the feeling of wiping out unreasonable fees and slaughtering the Black Bear Gang and the county magistrate.

With a swish, Duan Yun gripped his sword and swept it out.

A stream of Moonlit Water Sword Qi surged forth, cutting down the nearby mosquitoes.

His control over Sword Qi was becoming increasingly effortless.

In truth, Duan Yun had already improved his life quite a bit through sword practice.

For instance, before using the latrine, he would launch a massacre against the mosquitoes in the dry toilet, thereby gaining a better environment for relieving himself.

But the mosquitoes at night would still harass him from time to time.

Both Moonlit Water Sword Qi and Jade Sword Finger could kill mosquitoes, but it was troublesome all the same. Either he had to point a finger or draw his sword; it was making a mountain out of a molehill and disturbed his sleep.

A mosquito net could solve the problem, but one was not always available or usable, such as when camping in the wilderness.

So why not create a sword technique specifically for dealing with this sort of situation?

Yes, create his own sword technique!

At the thought, Duan Yun shot upright from his bed in excitement.

"Creating a sword technique is extremely difficult. After all, every outstanding technique embodies the crystallized wisdom of countless predecessors."

Duan Yun's expression turned solemn.

This was his first time creating a sword technique. Even a once-in-ten-thousand-years swordsmanship prodigy like him felt the pressure, and he had already prepared to stay up all night.

The Jade Sword True Canon had four forms in total, with only the last three being sword moves meant for killing.

After cultivating for some time, he had become extremely proficient in controlling Jade Sword Finger and Moonlit Water Sword Qi. Take Moonlit Water Sword Qi, for example—when killing mosquitoes before, he would still slash up the walls, but now he could kill only the mosquitoes without damaging the walls.

At the end of the day, both Jade Sword Finger and Moonlit Water Sword Qi condensed Jade Sword True Qi into Sword Qi, then sent it forth along fixed routes.

Those fixed routes must have been the optimal paths summed up by countless ancient sages and predecessors, providing stable output and considerable power.

But killing mosquitoes did not require Sword Qi with such force.

Could he try rapidly condensing Jade Sword True Qi into Sword Qi, then releasing it not through fixed routes, but from any part of his body where mosquitoes might bite him?

With his previous successes to draw on, Duan Yun acted as soon as the thought struck him.

It was difficult. The routes of Jade Sword Finger and Moonlit Water Sword Qi truly were the smoothest, and seeking another path now meant encountering obstacles. It required precise generation and control of Sword Qi.

Duan Yun continued experimenting. An hour later, wisps of Sword Qi would occasionally seep from his body, and this sword move unique to him slowly advanced through repeated attempts.

It was hard.

Truly hard.

Three hours later.

Duan Yun stopped.

He went to the latrine. Just as two mosquitoes approached him, they were cut down by two strands of Sword Qi that emerged from his abdomen and rear shoulder.

Then, tiny streams of Sword Qi successfully burst from his arms, thighs, buttocks, even his forehead and the space between his brows, killing mosquitoes.

While taking a piss, Duan Yun killed more than ten mosquitoes. Then he came before the grass growing atop Wang Li's grave, where even more wisps of Sword Qi coiled around his legs.

Fine Sword Qi threaded out like silk, and in an instant, punched holes through the grave grass and shredded it.

Only then did Duan Yun let out a long breath and sigh. "Finally, I succeeded!"

He had spent a full three hours racking his brains, continuously experimenting and practicing, before creating this sword move.

It was clear just how difficult it was to create a sword move.

Duan Yun thought that he ought to give this first original sword technique of his a name.

He spread open his palm, and fine, threadlike Sword Qi immediately drilled out from it like boundless spring rain.

"Hmm, since it drills out from the body, I'll call it Body-Breaking Sword Qi."

Duan Yun felt this move still had enormous room for growth. Though these Body-Breaking Sword Qis were thin as silk and far weaker than Moonlit Water Sword Qi and Jade Sword Finger, they could accumulate grain by grain into a granary.

As long as he kept practicing and let the flesh, blood, and pores of his body fully adapt to this tiny Sword Qi, he might even form a fog of swords someday.

Quantitative change would bring qualitative change. The future was promising!

If he mastered this move, his chances of capturing those twin flower goddess constables should rise from seventy or eighty percent to over ninety percent.

Inside the morgue, Leng Yimeng, the youngest goddess constable of this generation in the Clear Qi Bureau, stared at the corpses and fell into deep thought.

Beside her, one of her subordinates nervously said, "Chief, they all died from sword fingers. What realm would that take?"

Leng Yimeng folded her arms across her chest and analyzed, "At any rate, it's a realm I can't defeat."

"Then are we still investigating this case?" the subordinate asked.

"We'll investigate. But if we can't find anything, forget it."

"Also, there's no need to seal off the city anymore. It's a waste of effort."

Leng Yimeng answered.

Her subordinate was somewhat surprised by her response.

Because he heard caution in his superior's tone, even a faint trace of unease.

In their eyes, though their superior Leng Yimeng did not take cases as seriously as her elder sister Leng Yixue, she was still extraordinarily gifted and bold beyond measure. She had often risked danger alone to pursue murderers; otherwise, she would never have become the bureau's youngest goddess constable.

Especially when the two sisters joined forces, they were said to be able to smash through anything.

Yet the meaning behind their female superior's words was obvious now.

She hoped the investigation would yield no result. Or rather, she was not very willing to encounter that murderer.

Leng Yimeng was acting this way because she had sensed the danger within it.

Quite a few people had died in this case. Compared with some of the murder cases she had handled, it was not the one with the most deaths, but what was frightening was the murderer's reason—unreasonable protection fees.

Because the protection fees were unreasonable, he had exterminated the gang collecting them. That reason sounded somewhat deranged.

According to the survivors, the murderer had truly gone with the Black Bear Gang's accountant to inspect the protection-fee accounts before going on to kill the county magistrate, who had also collected protection fees.

Ordinary heretical fiends would not give her such an evil, uncanny feeling.

Coupled with that terrifying sword finger, it made this goddess constable, who had always feared neither heaven nor earth, feel pressured, and fear rose uncontrollably in her heart.

Leng Yimeng knew very well that there were many banned idle books circulating through the martial world, describing beautiful goddess constables being captured by demon lords and locked in pitch-black underground chambers to do that sort of thing.

Those stories actually had real-life prototypes.

There had once been a senior goddess constable in the Clear Qi Bureau who, while investigating a case, exchanged a few words with a notorious demon lord, and then...

She was captured.

She was kept under house arrest for twenty years and bore three children for the demon lord. Only after those three children grew into adults and began plotting patricide did she find an opportunity to escape his demonic clutches.

According to that senior goddess constable, the demon lord could not comprehend his own wrongdoing at all. He always believed that they were truly in love and lived a life like an immortal couple envied by all.

If anyone objected, that person was jealous of him and wanted to ruin his marriage. Then he would kill them, torment her, and torment himself as well.

The demon lord stubbornly believed that only by tormenting each other could husband and wife remain fresh to one another, remember each other deeply, and never part.

What the demon lord saw as happiness and affection was an endless nightmare for that senior goddess constable. Even after escaping, she would often tremble as though broken.

Paranoid, extreme, forever living inside his own logic, yet possessed of immense strength and astonishing methods—those were the traits of such demon lords.

And this murderer, who had committed murder merely because the protection fees were unreasonable, clearly fit those traits.

After all, protection fees existed everywhere; there was seldom such a thing as reasonable or unreasonable.

Leng Yimeng had no desire to become like those senior goddess constables who had nearly broken.

Her sister would arrive in a few days. Once the sisters joined forces—

No, perhaps some demon lords liked sister pairs just like them.

She could not help wondering whether that demon lord might still be in the city, secretly watching her.

At the thought, a chill rose down Leng Yimeng's spine.

What Duan Yun did not know was that while he worried about the goddess constable finding him, that large-breasted goddess constable was also afraid of finding him.

But by an unfortunate coincidence, on the fourth day, the goddess constable really arrived.