Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 61 Chaotic Battle on a Thunderstorm Night

The maid crashed through the carved wooden door, fell in the courtyard, convulsed a few times, and immediately vomited blood and died.

Han Shantong strode out of the room, his gaze cold, and picked up the bronze key from the ground.

In the courtyard, a group of maids and servants lowered their heads and dared not breathe loudly when they saw this scene.

"No one is allowed to touch these keys. Whoever does will die," Han Shantong said coldly.

"Yes, sir!" the maids responded.

clap clap clap!

At the gate, Lu Xingmin dragged his bloated and obese body into the courtyard, clapping his hands as he laughed, "Brother Han, I've heard that you have a secret chamber containing rare treasures that your Han family has collected over the past century. I suppose this key is the key to opening the secret chamber."

Han Shantong said calmly, "In that secret room, besides all sorts of rare treasures, the most important thing is the land deeds, including the deeds for several properties in the prefectural city. So, unless I die, no one can touch this key."

"The properties in the capital city? Those are incredibly valuable," Lu Xingmin remarked.

"Let's get down to business. Have you caught them yet?" Han Shantong turned and went back into the house, asking as he went.

"Not yet, but the scope has been greatly narrowed down. The murderer is very likely among these people." Lu Xingmin handed over a silk booklet.

Han Shantong took the document and quickly flipped through it. It listed detailed information about seven people, including Lin Qing.

"Lin Qing is only at the Ming Jin level, how could he kill Pang Tong?" Han Shantong wondered.

"Brother Han, this list is only based on that portrait. I don't care whether the strength matches it or not," Lu Xingmin shook his head.

"Very well, better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free. There's no guarantee that someone won't hide their strength and pretend to be weak while actually being strong. I'll go myself and take off all seven heads to see if it's really someone from the prefectural city causing trouble," Han Shantong said coldly.

"By the way, we've almost gathered all the babies needed for the Hundred Sons Banquet. It will only take three more days at most," Lu Xingmin added.

"Then let's make our move. I suspect that the people from the prefectural city have already entered the city. The time is set for three days from now, and the location is my Han family's residence," Han Shantong said in a deep voice.

"Okay, it's settled then."

...

Oh oh oh!

"My son, my son!"

A light rain was falling from the sky. Wang Ling, dressed in white, walked along a small alley in northern Jiangyin County. His gaze swept across the alleyway and he saw a woman wailing in the rain at the entrance. A man was supporting her beside her, and he too looked heartbroken.

"Stop crying, or you'll cry until you've cried all your tears out," the man comforted her.

"Damn Yin Yuan Sect, give me back my child!!" The man couldn't persuade her, and the woman continued to wail.

Last night, thieves broke into a house and took away the couple's child. Although the incident was reported to the authorities, the officers only asked a few perfunctory questions and left.

At this moment, Wang Ling was holding a baby in his arms, who was fast asleep. The child belonged to the couple in front of him.

Instead of approaching to negotiate, he climbed over the wall into the yard, put the child inside, and then climbed back over the wall, coming and going silently.

"The Han family's Hundred Sons Banquet is about time to begin!"

Wang Ling gazed into the direction of the Han family mansion, muttering to himself, his figure gradually disappearing into the misty rain.

...

Click!

It was another stormy night. The sky was filled with the sound of thunder, which roared like drums and echoed across the heavens.

Splash!

The rain poured down, its deafening roar drowning out all other sounds in the world.

Inside the room, Lin Qing listened to the sound of rain outside, and his sleepiness vanished. He simply got up and continued practicing the Tathagata Fist Sutra.

With the help of his exceptional talent in boxing, he has already mastered the fourth move, "The Lamp of Wisdom," and now he is on the fifth move, "All Laws Are Empty," which is a move that follows the path of dodging and counterattacking.

Lin Qing was practicing when he suddenly heard a noise outside the courtyard, as if someone was climbing over the wall into the courtyard. Although the movement was very light and was masked by the sound of rain, Lin Qing's physical fitness was extraordinary, and he still heard this extremely faint noise.

Not only that, Lin Qingzhou also felt a faint, tingling sensation all over his body, which was the result of someone nearby releasing murderous intent and malice.

There was no doubt that an assassin had broken in, and Yang Feng also heard the commotion.

He couldn't sleep either. He was sitting by the window, flipping through a book, when suddenly, through the window, he saw a dark figure climbing over the wall and into the courtyard.

"Who's there? There's a thief!!"

Yang Feng shouted and charged out with his sword, while loudly warning the others in the courtyard to be careful.

Lin Qing didn't need to say anything more; Shen Lian and Yu Qiuyu were both awakened by the loud shout at almost the same time.

At this moment, Yang Feng, who was the first to rush out of the room, thought that the man in black would back down, but to his surprise, the latter pounced on him directly.

Yang Feng swung his knife and slashed, but the latter reached out and grabbed the blade precisely. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, the blade shattered with a crack, scattering into fragments that flew everywhere.

Yang Feng was shocked. This astonishing strength was something even a Dark Force martial artist couldn't achieve. He had also entered the Dark Force realm half a month ago and knew how strong a Dark Force martial artist's arm strength was. He knew he could never do what he was seeing.

"A martial artist at the Transformation Realm?" Yang Feng exclaimed in disbelief as his thoughts raced.

The response he received was an even fiercer attack. The man in black unleashed a palm strike with astonishing speed. Yang Feng was unable to dodge in time and was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

He spat out a large pool of blood, feeling as if countless bones in his body were broken, leaving him completely weak and unable to stand up.

The man in black suddenly rushed in front of him and stepped on his chest.

"Lin Qing, get out here! If you don't come out, I'll kill him!"

Lin Qing had already rushed out of the room. Because Yang Feng was defeated so quickly, he didn't have time to help. Hearing these words, he suddenly guessed the identity of the man in black.

"Patriarch Han, assassinating a constable of the Soul Suppression Division is a capital offense."

Han Shantong glanced around and saw that the person who came was Lin Qing, and a cold smile appeared on his face.

He came here today to kill Lin Qing, and he doesn't care whether Lin Qing is the murderer who killed Pang Tong.

He always believed in killing the innocent rather than letting the guilty go free. Tonight, everyone on that list had to die, not just Lin Qing.

"Cough, cough!" Yang Feng, who was being trampled underfoot, coughed violently, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "You guys go, Lin Qing, don't worry about me!"

He didn't know if this person was Han Shantong, but he was certain that this person was very strong and was very likely a martial artist at the Transformation Realm.

He felt that even if the four of them joined forces, they would not be a match for such a powerful individual.

At this moment, Yu Qiuyu and Shen Lian also rushed out of the house. Seeing this scene, Yu Qiuyu drew his sword.

"Release them!"

He made a move to rush forward, but Lin Qing stopped him with his hand.

"Don't be impulsive, going up there is just suicide."

Shen Lian, standing to the side, remained calm and laughed, "Oh, you thief, you're incredibly audacious! Release him, and I'll give you whatever silver you want!"

Lin Qing shook his head: "He doesn't want money, he wants my life. Didn't you want to kill me? Come with me, let's fight one-on-one, and let me see the skills of a Transformation Realm martial artist!"

As Lin Qing spoke, he suddenly darted forward to the foot of the wall, used his lightness skill to leap up, and in an instant, he jumped over the wall and left.

He knew that with Han Shantong's strength, Shen Lian and the others would not be of any help at all, and would only be a hindrance.

Moreover, Han Shantong is a ruthless killer, and if they were to fight in the courtyard, it's hard to guarantee that Yang Feng and the other two wouldn't be implicated.

Therefore, he chose to lure the person away alone. At that time, it would be one-on-one between the two of them. Even if he was no match for the opponent, he could quickly escape by relying on his two perfected lightness skills.