Jiang Asheng's Goal

Shaolin's Hundred Step Divine Fist isn't considered a particularly precious martial art, but when practiced to a profound level, it is also powerfully masculine and unmatched in its fierce strength.

Wen Qingkong threw a fierce punch, his deep inner force surging and stirring, his whole body emitting the sounds of tigers and leopards, his muscles and bones ringing in unison, faintly like the Zen sounds of Buddhism.

Ye Zhanqing let out a miserable scream, like a wail from a vengeful ghost!

Wen Qingkong's fist force all struck her body.

The scorching masculine inner force was precisely the nemesis of her cold and evil nature.

Under the continuous bombardment of fist force, Ye Zhanqing instantly burst like a ballooned toad, scattering all over the ground, covering everything with a stinking mess of flesh and blood.

Before, when she died, her flesh and blood didn't smell this bad, after all, she had only died tonight, not for long.

But after only a short period of corpse transformation, this flesh and blood was already unbearably stinky, making people want to vomit.

Wen Qingkong pinched his nose, looking at the minced meat all over the ground, slightly helpless.

Ye Zhanqing's resentment was too great.

He found a piece of cloth and barely covered his nose, then moved out the corpses of Lei Bin, the Magician, and the other three Dark Stone assassins.

Then he found water and cleaned the Corpse Seamstress Workshop.

After finishing, the sky was already slightly bright.

Wen Qingkong had no choice but to temporarily put the five corpses in the morgue, waiting for an opportunity to deal with them at night.

Li Lan got up to make breakfast.

"Go and rest for a while."

"I'll call you when I'm done making breakfast."

Wen Qingkong nodded. Li Lan was always able to take care of everything in life, so he didn't need to worry.

Wen Qingkong slept for a while, but woke up before long.

When he came out, he found that there was already another person in the house.

It was Zeng Jing's husband, Jiang Asheng, the one who made a living running errands.

"Mr. Jiang, is there anything I can do for you?"

"There is a bit of an impertinent matter, I hope Brother Wen will forgive me."

Jiang Asheng smiled and looked at Wen Qingkong, his eyes meaningful.

Wen Qingkong knew that this guy already knew that Zeng Jing was Drizzle. He lived with Drizzle day and night, pretending not to know, and didn't know what it was for.

Was the hatred of being wiped out so easy to let go of?

Could this be the mysterious power of boundless love?

Li Lan made the meal and left with little Shuang'er.

Usually, the three of them ate together, but today there was a guest, so Li Lan didn't let Shuang'er stay by their side.

"I didn't expect Brother Wen to have such powerful horizontal training martial arts."

"Dark Stone suffered a big loss this time."

After Li Lan and Shuang'er left, Jiang Asheng got straight to the point, revealing the battle between Wen Qingkong and Dark Stone last night.

"My little bit of skill is still not as good as the famous Sansha Swords of Mingzhou's martial world, Young Master Zhang, don't you think?"

Jiang Asheng was stunned, and a deep shock appeared in his eyes.

Even Drizzle hadn't discovered his identity.

The disguise and face-changing skills of the famous doctor Li Guishou were not just talk. How did this young man, Wen Qingkong, discover him?

"It seems that Brother Wen is not a simple tanner either."

Jiang Asheng probed. If he was just a lone tanner, then Wen Qingkong couldn't possibly know his identity.

Wen Qingkong chuckled and spat out a sentence that made Jiang Asheng stand up involuntarily.

"White Lotus Mother, Vacuum Hometown."

Jiang Asheng's expression was slightly gloomy. He really shouldn't have come to Wen Qingkong.

Dark Stone was already terrible enough, but compared to the White Lotus Sect, it seemed insignificant.

That was a rebellious force that had been rebelling for years and had been entangled with the Great Xia Dynasty for hundreds of years.

No wonder a small tanner had such amazing horizontal training external skills. So he was a member of the White Lotus Sect. Everything made sense.

"Mr. Jiang wants to find me to deal with King Runner together, right?"

Wen Qingkong stated Jiang Asheng's purpose.

In the original plot, after Jiang Asheng discovered that the Dark Stone assassins had arrived, he defeated Lei Bin and Ye Zhanqing, and turned around to find King Runner.

This shows that he seemed to be running errands every day, but in fact he had already investigated King Runner's identity.

Now the lower half of Rama's Remains had long fallen into King Runner's hands from the Kongtong Twin Swords, while the upper half was in Drizzle's hands, hidden in Yunhe Temple outside the city.

Wen Qingkong was also extremely interested in Rama's Inner Power, a unique technique for replenishing deficiencies.

Jiang Asheng steadied himself, reflecting that after years of wandering the martial world, and with his background in an official family, he never imagined he would be so disturbed by a mere youth.

Recalling the words his father, Zhang Hai Rui, had spoken to him, Jiang Asheng tried to calm down.

"You killed Lei Bin, the Magician, and Ye Zhanqing. The hatred between you and King Runner is irreconcilable. Join forces with me to kill King Runner, and we can eliminate the threat completely."

"Agreed!"

"However, Rama's Remains are mine."

Wen Qingkong agreed without hesitation.

He wasn't one for indecision. Since a feud had already begun, it was best to strike first, but the terms had to be clear.

Jiang Asheng didn't hesitate and nodded in agreement.

Jiang Asheng didn't care much about Rama's Remains. After all, the upper half had always been with the Zhang family, and Jiang Asheng had seen it countless times.

Now, he only wanted to avenge the massacre of his family.

"Who is King Runner's true identity?"

"Cao Feng."

"A minor eunuch in the Mingzhou royal palace, a low-level eunuch without even an official rank."

Jiang Asheng scoffed. When he initially investigated this identity, he couldn't believe that the King Runner of Dark Stone, who controlled the Mingzhou situation and was practically the master of Mingzhou's underworld, was just a royal eunuch.

He looked at Wen Qingkong, but Wen Qingkong didn't seem surprised.

"Aren't you surprised?"

"There's nothing to be surprised about. King Runner needs to conceal his identity, and an inconspicuous eunuch is perfect for that."

"After breakfast, let's go."

"But to get King Runner to show himself and fight us, we need something."

"And that something depends on you."

Wen Qingkong looked at Jiang Asheng.

Facing the calm Wen Qingkong, Jiang Asheng couldn't help but shake his head. The young man was just too mature.

Visiting today, it was he, the seasoned veteran, who seemed like an emotionally unstable youth compared to the two of them.

As for what Wen Qingkong was talking about, Jiang Asheng knew, of course.

The upper half of Rama's Remains, held by Zeng Jing, was what King Runner wanted most.

After breakfast, Wen Qingkong told Li Lan, then returned home with Jiang Asheng.

Zeng Jing was hanging clothes out to dry. She saw Wen Qingkong and Jiang Asheng coming together, and her eyes showed panic.

Could it be that Wen Qingkong had told Jiang Asheng everything?

"There's no need to act anymore. He already knows."

Wen Qingkong looked at Zeng Jing and pointed to Jiang Asheng.

Zeng Jing looked at Jiang Asheng in astonishment.

Jiang Asheng met her questioning gaze and nodded.

"Give me the upper half of Rama's Remains."

"I'm going with Master Wen to kill King Runner!"

"What!"

Zeng Jing exclaimed, even as Drizzle, the assassin who once dominated the Mingzhou martial world, she found it hard to control her emotions at this moment.

Kill King Runner?

What did the two of them take King Runner for?

Some random chicken or dog to be crushed on the roadside?