BXBX NOVEL Chapter 14: The Difference Between Cultivators and Thugs
Chapter 14: The Difference Between Cultivators and Thugs
The burly man with the red scarf covering his mouth instantly felt suffocated!
He seemed to have heard the roar of a tiger. The king of beasts stood at the top of the forest, looking down at him with his eyebrows raised. His roar was like a thunderclap, making the burly man dizzy.
The young man\'s movements were like a tiger pouncing. He slapped away the fist that he had thrown out and then followed up with a palm strike that smashed into his chest. The huge force made the burly man\'s pupils constrict and his chest instantly caved in. The sound of his ribs breaking was like the sound of pearls exploding.
His entire body suddenly shot back at an even faster speed than when he ran. He fell to the ground, his back rubbing against the ground, pushing away the water accumulated by the spring rain.
With just one move, he defeated the extremely ferocious burly man and made him fall to the ground, unable to move!
In the alley, the hideous smiles on the faces of the remaining two burly men disappeared.
"Cultivator?!"
Their lips quivered, and their shocked and furious voices exploded like a curtain of spring rain!
"Liu Qingyan, that old man, tricked us! Didn\'t he say that he was just an ordinary young painter? How did he become a cultivator?!"
"You want us to kill a cultivator as ordinary thugs? Are you sending us to our deaths?!"
The two burly men were shocked and furious, and a chill of despair enveloped their hearts.
In the streets, the cries of the red-scarf man lingered. It was very miserable. An Le\'s Tiger Form just now circulated his Qi Blood and strength. His strength erupted more than five times that of an ordinary person!
He had almost slapped the red-scarf man to death!
The reason why cultivators had such a respected status was because once they stepped into cultivation, it was a qualitative transformation. Their physique and reaction speed had greatly increased. A Body Tempering martial artist at the Qi Blood Awakening Realm had enough strength to beat any ordinary strong man!
These gang thugs were naturally not cultivators. If they were, they would not have been reduced to thugs. Not to mention the subsidies given by the Imperial Court, just the ability of cultivators to earn money was not enough for them to be reduced to cheap gang thugs.
An Le held the oil-paper umbrella, and the spring rain gradually became more and more rapid. It fell like pearls and jade, jumping on the umbrella. He frowned slightly and stared at the burly men who suddenly panicked in front of him.
"You want to break the hands of a Provincial Scholar in broad daylight?"
He was surprised, angry, and a little disappointed.
This was also the first time he felt that there was actually such filth hidden under this bright and beautiful Lin\'an Prefecture.
He knew that he had not offended anyone. After coming to Lin\'an Prefecture, other than going to the West Lake to watch the female Sword Immortal courtesan appear in the mortal world, he had been obedient and obeyed the law.
But why did he still provoke evil intentions?
Did someone pay these people to break his hands?
Breaking his hands was equivalent to severing his future. A cripple had no chance in the Imperial Examination, and he would no longer be able to draw. His future would be dark!
Who could it be?
Countless doubts flooded over like a tide.
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, An Le thought for a moment and slowly walked out with an umbrella towards the two burly men in the alley.
Although the two people in the alley were terrified, they had no way out at this moment.
When they found out that An Le was not only a cultivator but also a Provincial Scholar, they even had the intention to kill Liu Qingyan. How could they afford to offend such a person?
Even if they were lucky enough to break An Le\'s hand, how would they deal with the anger of the Imperial Court?
However, these thugs, who were on the verge of death, no longer had the mood to fight with An Le. This was a cultivator. Even if they risked their lives, their chances of winning were extremely slim. It was better to run away.
The two burly men fled in different directions. It was up to fate who could escape.
However, An Le did not intend to let any of them off. He quickened his pace and charged forward with the Tiger Steps of the Five Animals Body Tempering. He approached a burly man and suddenly gathered the oil-paper umbrella he was holding. He gently extended it like a rapier and visualized the Sword Waterfall Diagram with his mind. The paper umbrella was like a sword.
An umbrella was pressed against the burly man\'s chest. The force was transmitted, and the burly man\'s eyes widened as blood spurted out. His back bulged, and an energy ring exploded. His body flew backward and landed on the ground, raising a mess on the ground.
After shaking off the water stains, the spring rain fell on An Le\'s shoulders. The Qi Blood in An Le\'s body circulated, and the heat evaporated the rain, causing a faint white mist to appear.
Facing another escapee, he threw out the oil-paper umbrella in his hand.
In an instant!
The oil-paper umbrella that whistled out seemed to have transformed into a flying sword. With the enhancement of the Sword Dancer Dao Fruit, this oil-paper umbrella carried Qi Blood force and directly hit the fleeing thug. The tip of the umbrella pierced through the opponent\'s flesh and crushed him to the ground.
Three wails rose and fell.
On this day, An Le finally understood the difference between a cultivator and an ordinary martial artist… It was like the distance between an eagle soaring in the nine heavens and an ant in the world.
An Le\'s body was drenched by the spring rain. He slowly turned around and looked at the three burly men before asking again.
"Who sent you?"
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In the Drunken Dragon Pavilion.
Liu Qingyan was dumbfounded. The celadon cup in his hand fell to the table before he could hold it firmly. The expensive Drunken Flowing Clouds in the cup spilled all over the table.
"Cultivator… An Le is a cultivator?!"
Liu Qingyan\'s hair stood on end.
The information given by Mr. Luo was wrong!
An Le was a cultivator. Why didn\'t the intelligence report mention such important information?!
If he knew that An Le was a cultivator, he would definitely not dare to send thugs to kill him. Wouldn\'t that be courting death?!
Or… was this all part of Mr. Luo\'s plan?
"It\'s over. Mr. Luo has harmed me!"
Liu Qingyan was extremely sorrowful. He looked at the table full of good food and wine, but he could not eat or drink at all. There was only a dead end in front of him.
He hurriedly paid for dozens of taels of wine and food and hurriedly went downstairs, planning to leave the Drunken Dragon Pavilion and pack his luggage before running away. Although he couldn\'t bear to part with the Lin\'an Prefecture that had worked hard for so many years and could allow him to live a relatively good life, his life was still more important!
However, just as they left the Drunken Dragon Pavilion, a familiar and luxurious carriage stopped at the entrance.
The curtain was lifted, and on the window of the carriage, a man\'s cold face appeared high and mighty.
"Mr. Luo, why didn\'t you mention that An Le is a cultivator?!"
Upon seeing Mr. Luo, Liu Qingyan felt stifled and blurted out, as if he was questioning him.
In the carriage, Mr. Luo\'s cold face suddenly bloomed with a smile in the spring rain.
"You screwed up again."
"You didn\'t complete either mission."
Mr. Luo\'s smile was like a warm spring day, but Liu Qingyan felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice well.
He thought back to his questioning and wanted to slap himself.
\'Who do you think you are? How dare you question Mr. Luo?!\'
"You sent people to assassinate a Provincial Scholar with merit, and he\'s even a cultivator. Once the Imperial Court condemns you, you won\'t be able to escape. Take the initiative to turn yourself in. You can even be given a lighter sentence. After all, you\'re working for Young Master Qin. He will protect you."
Mr. Luo said calmly. Then, he let go and the curtain fell.
Was his information wrong?
Actually, there was nothing wrong with it. He had met An Le before and realized that he had succeeded in Spirit Refinement and stepped into Meditation, but…
It was just Meditation without Body Tempering. With the mental power that had just entered Meditation, if the thugs were to risk everything, An Le\'s hands would still be broken.
However, Mr. Luo did not expect this young man to… start from scratch overnight. Without any warning, he opened his Qi Blood and stepped into the first realm of Body Tempering.
Achieving Qi Blood Awakening in one night was quite rare, and his talent was also extraordinary.
He had made a mistake, but it was not a big problem. In fact, Mr. Luo was even more interested in this young Provincial Scholar.
Outside the carriage, Liu Qingyan revealed a hint of joy when he heard this. Mr. Luo said that Young Master Qin would protect him?
Then it was stable. In Lin\'an Prefecture, wouldn\'t it be easy for Young Master Qin\'s power to protect him? Even if he had been involved in many murder cases previously, Young Master Qin could protect him with just a word.
"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Luo. I\'ll go to the Black Office and surrender myself now."
Liu Qingyan\'s expression was uncertain. After thinking for a moment, he bowed deeply to the carriage.
The luxurious carriage was silent, no longer paying attention to Liu Qingyan.
Liu Qingyan raised his head. The rain had wet his beard and hair. The corners of his lips quivered. Then, he turned around and slowly walked towards the Black Office. After taking a few steps, he began to run quickly. His speed increased and his direction deviated.
Young Master Qin would protect him?
Who was he trying to fool?!
Would Mr. Luo believe this?
Liu Qingyan didn\'t believe it. He had to escape! If he escaped from Lin\'an Prefecture, he could live by hiding his identity!
On the long street, the messy old painter ran crazily. The sound of his feet stepping on water kept splashing.
Slap!
There was a sudden muffled sound.
The body of the old painter was suddenly decapitated, and his head was thrown high into the air. As blood sprayed out, it interwove with the spring rain, like ink splashing on a mountain.
The spring rain fell.
In front of the Drunken Dragon Pavilion.
The carriage stood still, and the rain-laden breeze blew the curtain slightly. A figure sat in it, and a small sword with blood floating in his palm.
After a long time, the wheels rolled over the water in the gaps between the green bricks and slowly rode towards Jing Street.