Black Cloaks

Yujing City is the capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, located in the very center of the world, the land of Tianyuan.

Since Wen Qingkong's rebirth, merging with the memories of the original body, he has a preliminary understanding of this Great Xia.

The Great Xia Empire has hundreds of millions of miles of territory, and each state has thousands of miles, which is much larger than Wen Qingkong's world in his previous life.

Just speaking of Yujing City, it has a population of ten million, a million imperial guards, a riot of colors, and is like cooking oil over a raging fire.

It can be called the most prosperous place in the world!

Wen Qingkong stopped, looking in shock at the thirty-six-foot-high city wall not far away!

How could such a city wall be breached?

But then he thought of the terrifying Marquis Lingwu in the monk's magic lantern, and this thirty-six-foot-high city wall was nothing.

Martial arts!

Wen Qingkong's eyes were fiery, he had never felt the meaning of life as he did now.

Climb to the pinnacle of martial arts!

Pluck the stars, seize the sun and moon, shrink the mountains, and avoid death to prolong life!

Which man doesn't have such a martial arts dream in his heart?

Wen Qingkong walked among the crowded people of Yujing City, looking at the dazzling array of goods, the loudly chanting scholars, and the Jianghu people with swords at their waists...

Everything was so vivid that he felt as if the life in Corpse Seamstress House Number Nine these past few days was just a dream.

Finding a money house, he exchanged two fifty-tael silver notes, and after putting them away, Wen Qingkong continued to stroll along.

Suddenly, the crowd became chaotic.

Wen Qingkong did not use his power to resist, and was swept aside with the crowd.

He saw the vendors' stalls overturned, rouge powder, general merchandise, vegetables, and fruits all thrown into the air.

A middle-aged man in brocade clothes had five knife wounds on his body and was desperately running away. Behind him were three government officials in black armor and black masks, chasing after him by leaping over houses and walls.

Wen Qingkong's eyes narrowed, and he saw the black-armored man slash a common man who was blocking his way to death with a single knife, then leap forward, flying more than five zhang.

"The Black Cloaks are on duty!"

"Those who block the way die!"

The cold and stern voice was full of killing intent.

Then, the crowd frantically dodged to both sides of the street.

Black Cloaks...

Wen Qingkong learned from the original body's memory that the Black Cloaks were a department of the Great Xia Empire directly under the emperor, responsible for investigation, arrest, interrogation, etc., and were only responsible to the emperor. They were very similar to the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the East and West Depots in his previous life, and were generally led by the emperor's most trusted eunuch.

Wen Qingkong looked at the middle-aged man who was running away. This man should also know martial arts, but he was injured and couldn't escape far.

Especially after the Black Cloaks announced their presence, the people scattered everywhere, and the street was empty, unable to help him stop the Black Cloaks.

The Black Cloaks' fierce reputation is evident!

"Qin Tian, surrender."

The three Black Cloaks surrounded the middle-aged man named Qin Tian in a triangular formation.

Qin Tian's face was pale, but his eyes were still sharp.

"I won't go to the Black Cloak Prison!"

"If you want to take me down, then try it!"

Qin Tian shouted in a low voice, squatted in a horse stance, and the ground under his feet instantly turned into powder.

His arms waved, his fists came out like dragons, and his strength surged wildly, actually enveloping all three Black Cloaks.

Wen Qingkong obtained Taizu Long Fist and Ground-Lying Fist, and was considered a good hand in boxing.

He could see that Qin Tian's level of boxing was so high that even Zhou Wu couldn't compare.

This was an expert, and Wen Qingkong's mind was hot for a moment.

Facing the injured Qin Tian, the Black Cloaks were still cautious and careful. The three of them wielded their sabers, cooperating tacitly, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner.

The flashing of the saber light sealed off all the space for Qin Tian to move, making him lose any room to maneuver.

Wen Qingkong could see that none of the three Black Cloaks were Qin Tian's opponents alone, but the three of them working together had the strength to subdue Qin Tian.

"These are just the lowest-level ninth-rank Black Cloaks. The three of them working together have such power. The strength of the Great Xia court is still strong."

Wen Qingkong's ears twitched slightly, and he heard someone speaking in the crowd.

The original body was just an ordinary person and didn't know that the Black Cloaks were divided into ranks.

Since these three were ninth-rank Black Cloaks, there were obviously eighth-rank to first-rank above them.

These three Black Cloaks were all Innate Experts, but they were only ninth-rank. The strength of the Black Cloaks was simply terrifying.

Wen Qingkong remained calm and watched the battle silently.

After more than fifty moves, Qin Tian was gradually unable to resist.

The knife wounds on him multiplied, and with the excessive blood loss, the speed of his punches slowed.

Pfft!

A decapitating strike!

Qin Tian's head rolled to the ground.

"Obstinate fool, seeking your own death!"

The lead Black Cloak's voice was icy.

He stepped forward to take Qin Tian's body back to report.

Just then, a whip danced like a frenzied python, incredibly agile, instantly coiling around the man's neck.

This Black Cloak reacted extremely quickly. He immediately mustered his strength, veins bulging on his neck, clearly employing some martial art to temporarily resist the whip's tightening force.

At the same time, the other two Black Cloaks swung their blades at the whip.

"Ants trying to shake a tree!"

Wen Qingkong's pupils suddenly dilated. The voice was ethereal and enchanting, the most beautiful he had ever heard.

He truly hadn't expected the one who acted to be a woman.

Shhh! Shhh!

Two dark streaks cut through the air, flashing past!

The two Black Cloaks about to slash the whip fell to the ground with a thud, two darts lodged in their throats.

"The Black Cloaks are dead!"

Someone shouted, and all the commoners frantically fled the scene.

Wen Qingkong darted into a room.

Hiding behind the window.

The Great Xia Dynasty's law: Killing a Black Cloak is tantamount to treason, punishable by the extermination of nine generations of your family!

Today, two Black Cloaks were killed on the spot. Those present who were slow to escape, once caught, even if they weren't the killers, would inevitably be subjected to severe interrogation, a fate worse than death.

Therefore, upon discovering the Black Cloaks had been killed, the commoners immediately fled, not daring to linger.

"Who are you?"

"How dare you kill Black Cloaks?"

The Black Cloak entangled by the whip revealed a fierce glint in his eyes, not afraid at all, but instead staring menacingly at the end of the whip.

It was a woman dressed in white, wearing a white conical hat with a veil obscuring her face.

The woman's figure was graceful, the white dress perfectly outlining her beautiful form.

Although her face hidden beneath the white veil couldn't be seen, her voice alone was enough to conjure an image of a captivating beauty in one's mind.

"What if I kill you?"

"A mere Ninth-Rank Black Cloak, killing you is no different than crushing an ant!"

As the woman's voice faded, the whip snapped tight, and the Black Cloak instantly died.

Then, with a flick of the whip, she scooped up Qin Tian's body and head. The white-clad woman soared through the air, each step covering twenty or thirty feet. With a few leaps, she vanished without a trace.

Wen Qingkong didn't dare to linger either. He left through the window and hurried away, returning to Corpse Seamstress House Number Nine.

Soon, he returned to Corpse Seamstress House Number Nine and closed the door.

Three Black Cloaks were brazenly murdered in the streets, right in the heart of the empire, Yujing City.

This matter would be no small affair; heads would likely roll next.

Wen Qingkong's eyes lit up. His business was coming!