activa-t Chapter 61 The Tea is Still Warm
Chapter 61 The Tea is Still Warm
Chapter 61 The Tea is Still Warm
The Liu, Luo, and Zhao families are the three major families of Jinqing Prefecture, and everyone with a bit of status knows them.
So Mo Zheng easily found out the location.
As for why they asked about the location, it was naturally to solve the Zhao family's urgent problem.
Mo Zheng was helpless against the emergence of a Bone and Tendon Realm martial artist, but with the Seven Serpent Bone-Corroding Pill, he was confident that he could deal with a martial artist who had not yet reached the Stone Skin Realm.
The Luo family's residence was a very large mansion located in the east of the city. It had green tiles and blue bricks, a large red copper gate, and hundreds of rooms stretching out. Its size was so great that it could not be compared to the mansions next to it combined.
At the main gate stood eight burly men, dressed exactly like the two guards who were accompanying Luo Zheng. They were all equipped with long swords, with thick waists and broad shoulders, and their eyes revealed a glint of shrewdness. They were all experts at the minor completion stage of the Qi and Blood Realm.
Mo Zheng naturally wouldn't use the main entrance.
Armed with his weapon, he walked around the courtyard wall a few steps, listening carefully to the sounds inside. When he found a quiet spot, he used his movement technique and jumped inside in an instant.
With such a large mansion, it's impossible to maintain tight security everywhere.
Mo Zheng hid behind a tree, carefully observing the situation of the Luo family. He saw a group of guards walk by casually. They looked to be about the same size as the eight burly men guarding the gate, all of whom were at the minor completion stage of the Qi and Blood Realm. After that, they made no further moves.
This is normal. A martial artist who has reached the Great Perfection of Qi and Blood Realm can find a good way out anywhere, and it would be difficult for the Luo family to recruit him.
As for this place, it's just the outer perimeter. The Luo family doesn't have that many powerful guards on the outer perimeter. They probably only have strict guards around the study, the storeroom, and around important family members.
Seeing that things were going as he expected, Mo Zheng unleashed his movement technique, moving as nimbly as the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he passed through several courtyards. During this time, he encountered several patrols of servants, but Mo Zheng's movement technique was so fast, and he also had the ability to detect movements in advance with his mental power. Before they could react, he had already used cover to block their view, and these servants, who were not even martial artists who had entered the realm, did not see a trace of him at all.
"The first few courtyards were used to entertain guests, while the back courtyard was where the women lived. Luo Ping must have been living in the middle courtyard."
Mo Zheng pondered to himself, glancing around at the surroundings. He then saw a maid in green carrying a box of pastries walking over from the corridor not far away.
Without any hesitation, Mo Zheng pushed his movement technique to its limit, leaving afterimages behind him, and arrived in front of the maid in an instant.
The maid, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old and looked very young, was still thinking about bringing food to her master when suddenly a strange young man appeared before her eyes. She was startled and opened her mouth to scream, but her mouth was covered. Then she was lifted into the air and taken by Mo Zheng to the back of a rockery.
call out!
A flash of cold light, and a throwing knife was already pressed against her snow-white neck.
The young maid had never experienced anything like this before. She trembled with fear, her eyes filled with terror.
"I will ask you questions, and you must answer them. If you dare to shout, I will take your life!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Zheng's throwing knife stabbed fiercely towards the artificial hill behind her. With a soft thud, the knife pierced the hill as easily as if it were tofu.
Seeing this, the maid was even more frightened and nodded frantically, afraid that if she was too slow, the flying knife would pierce her body.
"Tell me where Luo Ping lives and how to get there?"
As he spoke, Mo Zheng released his hand from her mouth, but the throwing knife was still held against her neck.
"Young Master Luo Ping lives in Beiping Garden. You go forward two courtyards, then..."
"Go further north, the fourth courtyard is...that's it..." the maid stammered, her eyes brimming with tears, clearly terrified.
Seeing this, Mo Zheng smiled slightly and said, "If you're not lying, I won't kill you, and I'll even give you silver."
After saying that, he stuffed a one-hundred-tael silver note into her hand.
"However, if you dare to reveal that I was here, I'll say you're my accomplice, and then, hehe—"
The maid nodded repeatedly, her heart filled with fear, and she dared not refuse.
boom!
Mo Zheng struck her on the neck with a palm strike. The maid let out a muffled groan, her body went limp, and she fainted.
Beiping Garden?
Following the route pointed out by the maid, Mo Zheng continued forward, but he didn't completely trust the maid. He found another maid and verified the truth using the same method. After knocking her unconscious, he continued towards Beiping Garden.
This place must be the residence of the core members of the Luo family. The defenses are much tighter than before, with guards patrolling every now and then.
However, with the help of his mental powers, Mo Zheng can always foresee the whereabouts of his guards and successfully avoid them.
Soon, he arrived at the location of Beiping Garden.
However, just as he was about to climb over the courtyard wall, he heard a creak and the courtyard gate opened.
A young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old walked out with a smile on his face, holding a small bottle of pills in his hand.
He moved with light steps and even breathing, and his vital energy far surpassed that of the guards from before, making him undoubtedly a martial artist with perfected vital energy.
The two collided head-on, giving Mo Zheng no chance to dodge.
He was too lazy to dodge anymore. With a light tap of his toes, he rushed forward, and amidst the afterimages, he had already reached the young man.
The young man was immersed in the joy of obtaining a bottle of snake gall pills that could aid cultivation and strengthen his blood and qi. Little did he expect to be ambushed on his own turf. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a blurry figure approaching him. He was startled and instinctively raised one hand to block, while his body subconsciously retreated.
But how could it possibly stop them?
Even a disciple at the Stone Skin level of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall was helpless against Mo Zheng's close approach, let alone a young master from a noble family like him.
As the young man looked around, the figure that was close to him moved erratically, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes up, sometimes down, making him unpredictable and hard to grasp. His outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and he had no idea which direction to move in order to successfully stop the other party. Just like that, he hesitated for a moment and then...
Two fingers, joined together like a sword, leaving afterimages, had already passed over that arm and were pointing straight at his throat.
As soon as he exhaled his inner energy, the young man felt as if his throat was being pricked by needles. Not to mention making a sound, even breathing was extremely difficult. He painfully covered his throat with both hands, not even caring about the pills, and let them fall to the ground.
Mo Zheng caught the pill with his left hand, and with his right hand, he slashed it like a knife across Mo Zheng's neck.
The young man was powerless to resist. His eyes rolled back, and his body went limp as he fell to the ground with a soft "plop".
"Luo Lin, what's wrong?"
From the living room in the center of Beiping Garden, a man's puzzled voice came, asking, "What has fallen over?"
What fell over?
It's your fate!
Mo Zheng's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He picked up Luo Lin's body and rushed into the living room. The only sound in this courtyard was breathing from the living room, and the voice that had just spoken was that of a man, so it must have been Luo Ping.
Why aren't you saying anything?
Luo Ping didn't hear Luo Lin respond, and immediately felt strange. He walked towards the outer room, intending to find out what was going on.
However, just as he reached the door, he bumped into Mo Zheng, who had just put Luo Lin's body down.
Ok? !
Looking at the unfamiliar young man and the unconscious Luo Lin, Luo Ping's alarm bells rang loudly: there was an assassin!
However, before he could even open his mouth, a sword light, exuding a chilling aura, had already shone brightly in the courtyard!
Fast, extremely fast!
A blurry figure with afterimages, wielding a long sword, charged straight at him, arriving in front of him in an instant.
It really was an assassin! How could an assassin break into my house?!
Luo Ping was somewhat stunned. The Luo family had ruled Jinqing Prefecture for over a century, living the life of local tyrants. He never imagined that he would be assassinated in his own home!
But he was a martial artist after all, and he instantly came to his senses, making the same choice as Luo Lin.
He took a step back, raised his hand to draw his weapon, intending to dodge the fatal sword strike.
Luo Ping's weapon was also a sword.
A long sword with a jet-black blade, faintly emitting a fishy smell, could be seen from afar as being coated with a deadly poison!
Ok?
Suddenly, Luo Ping's hand, which was halfway raised, encountered an extremely strong resistance, as if someone was holding his hand down, and he couldn't lift the poisoned sword at all.
He was immediately terrified. Looking at the figure that was already close at hand, he kicked out and tried to dodge to the side.
However, being unarmed, how could he possibly dodge Mo Zheng's sword?
The sword light flickered erratically, incredibly strange, and Luo Ping couldn't catch it at all. When he kicked Mo Zheng's figure, he felt no force whatsoever, but instead kicked the afterimage.
Oops!
His heart tightened, and the next instant, he felt a chill on his neck as a long sword was already pressed against it, its sharp edge slicing through his flesh and causing a sharp pain.
Poor Luo Ping, the number one martial arts genius of the Luo family in this generation, had never experienced such a life-or-death crisis. His legs went weak, and he was so frightened that he almost knelt down on the ground, his whole body trembling.
"Spare me—spare my life—" he pleaded in a trembling voice.
Only then did he get a clear look at the assassin's face. He was a handsome young man, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with a hint of immaturity. However, the sharp killing intent in his eyes was so intense that it could almost pierce one's heart.
"Don't kill me—I'll give you whatever you want—" Luo Ping said in terror.
No one wants to die, especially these young masters from wealthy families who are pampered, accomplished in martial arts, and have a bright future ahead of them.
waste.
Mo Zheng cursed inwardly. He had thought it would take a lot of effort, but he hadn't expected to succeed so easily. If he hadn't seen that the sword was poisoned, he probably wouldn't have needed to use his mental power at all.
These young masters from powerful families have probably never hunted any demonic beasts before. Their external martial arts skills are so poor that it's unbearable to watch, and they have a lot of strength but can't use it.
He kicked the poisoned sword out of the man's hand and asked, "Where is the Seven Serpents Bone-Corroding Poison?"
As he spoke, the sword in his hand advanced another inch towards his neck, and even more blood flowed out.
"In—in my arms!" Luo Ping cried out in pain, his voice urgent and terrified.
Mo Zheng reached into his pocket and pulled out two small bottles and several silver notes. Without any hesitation, he stuffed the silver notes into his chest and asked, "Which bottle contains poison?"
"It's black, it's black!"
Not knowing why the other party wanted to seek the Seven Snakes Bone-Corroding Poison, Luo Ping hurriedly pointed it out.
Mo Zheng smiled coldly, raised his hand to open the bottle, and poured all the powder in the small black bottle into the other person's mouth.
"Waaaaah————"
Luo Ping struggled desperately, never expecting that the other party wanted the snake venom to feed to him. Unfortunately, his strength was insufficient, and his struggles were completely ineffective. He swallowed all the powder.
He panicked and cried out, "Help—help me! Quickly give me the Hundred Herbs Pill from the white bottle! There's too much—too much! I'm going to die—I'm going to die!"
The Seven Snakes' Bone-Eating Poison is so potent that without an antidote, the victim will undoubtedly die within two or three days.
But it depends on the amount. If he swallows the whole bottle, he will die instantly in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
Luo Ping was well aware of the dangers of the poison he had concocted himself, and he was terrified. Even if he were to prepare an antidote on the spot, it would be too late.
There were a dozen or so Hundred Herbs Pills in the white bottle. Mo Zheng poured one out and fed it to him.
Visibly, the lips, which had gradually turned black and dark, gradually regained their color.
"Not enough, I need two more. Please give me two more."
puff!
The sound of a longsword piercing flesh rang out, blood splattered everywhere, and the man's throat had been slit. He fell to the ground and quickly died.
Mo Zheng wiped the blood off the longsword on his body, sheathed it, turned and left, heading straight for the outer room.
I wanted to eat two more, but I was just testing the antidote on this kid.
This exchange was swift and decisive; although the two were subdued in quick succession, the fight lasted so short that no one noticed.
Just as he had come, he quietly ran towards the outside of the Luo family compound, his figure swift as the wind, and soon reached the outer wall.
"Assassin!" "Assassin!" "Catch the assassin!" ————
Just then, perhaps someone discovered Luo Ping's death, shouts of "Catch the assassin!" came from behind, and the entire Luo family was thrown into chaos. Guards, retainers, and direct descendants of the Luo family all rushed towards the inner courtyard.
Seeing this, Mo Zheng laughed and decided to stop hiding. He went straight to the group of guards he had bumped into, and sped past them like the wind, jumping over the courtyard wall.
"The assassin is here!" "The assassin is here!"
The guards didn't even get a clear look at Mo Zheng before he escaped. Knowing they had encountered a master, they didn't dare to give chase and could only stand there screaming in alarm.
However, by the time the Luo family's experts caught up, Mo Zheng had already escaped and merged into the crowd on the street.
After buying pastries at Liuxinfang, Mo Zheng rode his black-scaled horse and quickly left the city, heading straight for a roadside inn.
Zhao Xiuxiu still looked worried, sipping her tea intermittently.
"Senior Sister Xiuxiu, have some lotus flower pastries and layered cakes."
Mo Zheng sat down with a smile, opened the pastry packaging, and took out the bottle of pills, placing it on the table.
"This aroma comes from the pastries at Lava Cake Shop."
Zhao Xiuxiu smelled the fragrance, a smile appeared on her face, and said, "You're quite fast. I thought it would take a while."
She reached out and took a piece of pastry, took a bite, and found it to be sweet and delicious, just the taste she liked.
"Mmm, delicious."
After giving a thumbs-up, Zhao Xiuxiu reached for her teacup and asked curiously, "What's this medicine bottle?"
Mo Zheng smiled at her and said, "On my way to buy some snacks, I asked Luo Ping for a bottle of herbal pills."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiuxiu's pupils suddenly contracted, and her hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air.
At this moment, the tea in the cup was still warm.
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