What a pity.
Fortunately, the mystery was cleared up the very next morning.
As usual, Tang Changsheng practiced the Sun Body-Washing Method that morning, using the sun's true power to wash through the Secret Apertures within his body and his soul. Just as he felt his cultivation had improved again without his noticing, something happened.
Iron armor clanged and footsteps thudded. A squad of Armored Soldiers appeared outside the gates of Zhang Family Manor.
"By order of Marquis Wu, Master Tang is invited to the residence for a talk!" said the middle-aged Military General at their head.
A fierce wave of Killing Intent struck him. The squad was small, numbering only around fifty.
But every soldier looked as fearsome as the officer leading them. Some bore old scars on their faces, and every expression seemed cast in iron.
They stood outside the manor, chests thrust out and bellies drawn in, without a word. Yet the smell of blood seemed to roll off them.
These are elite troops! Men who've been to war and survived when nine out of ten died!
Tang Changsheng had seen the force accompanying Zhang Qiuyan, the magistrate of Taiqiu County. It had twice as many men, with bows drawn and arrows ready, but it had posed nowhere near the threat these soldiers did.
Before the formidable Blood Baleful Intent of these men, most Daoist arts would likely be crushed and rendered useless.
The officer at their head was especially terrifying. His Blood Baleful Intent was almost tangible. Tang Changsheng felt that, at the officer's whim, it could turn into a roaring, blood-red Tiger and devour someone whole!
Fortunately, the feeling did not last long. The officer drew in his Killing Intent of his own accord.
"Those are Marquis Wu's Elite Guards!" Zhang Bancheng hurried out. One