Achieving physical sainthood starting from Hunyuan Gong

Chapter 81 Reunion with Li Chan

"Capture the sect members, whip the courtesan, and brutally beat the head of Yu Ping Pavilion..."

As Cao Yang thought about Song Shen's great achievements, he felt his brain's nerves vibrating incessantly.

"This Song Shen..."

Upon hearing that Song Shen had arrested these sect disciples and the head of Yu Ping Pavilion and subjected them to whipping, Commander Lu Xinhui and Cao Yang immediately went to the prison.

It's too late.

right now,

The young master of the Chu family in prison, Chu Yan of Feixue Manor, and the young swordsman of Cangyun Sect were all covered in whip marks and their faces were filled with humiliation.

With their martial arts level, they could easily endure this minor caning.

But if they are captured in public by a mere official, how will they ever be able to maintain their reputation among the young martial arts practitioners in Longzhou?

I'm too ashamed to face anyone.

Chu Yan, in particular, is now as wooden as a dead man.

He wet his pants in public and had his sword taken away.

It's foreseeable what kind of reputation he'll have among these young people in the future; he'd be so frustrated he'd want to die.

As for the courtesan Liu Rufei on the other side, she had a blank expression, as if she were dead.

All he could see were scenes replaying in his mind: he was slapped on the spot by the vicious constable and knocked to the ground, looking utterly pathetic.

However, none of the swordsmen or knife-wielders present, who had once shown such infatuation with her, dared to stand up for her or draw their swords to fight against evil. Instead, those who had once looked at her with covetousness or reverence gradually turned into numbness... and even disgust.

She is no longer the aloof goddess who can be easily knocked to the ground; she is no longer a goddess.

The head of Yuping Pavilion, standing to the side, was indignant and immediately began to loudly accuse the Commander upon his arrival.

"Lord Lu! My Yu Ping Pavilion pays as much as a thousand taels of silver in taxes every year, and the annual tribute has never been missed. I beg you to make a decision. If you cannot uphold justice, it is not that I lack connections!"

Lu Xinhui was filled with helplessness. Song Shen was too strict in enforcing the law, and he really hoped that this god could leave as soon as possible, but now, facing the Pavilion Master of Yuping Pavilion, he could only put on a stern face.

"Recently, many martial artists from various sects have entered the city and committed numerous illegal acts; such incidents are countless. Your Yu Ping Pavilion gathered so many disciples from various sects together without reporting to the authorities beforehand. It's inevitable that trouble will arise when a group of young martial artists gather in one place. That's why Lord Cao sent Song Shen to maintain order, but..."

Lu Xinhui paused here, but now that things have come to this, who is going to clean up the mess?

He glanced at Cao Yang, who coughed and said, "It's just that a disciple from a sect spoke rudely. We'll stop here with this slight punishment. There's no need to detain him for several days. You may all go back for now. I will deal with Song Shen's matter seriously!"

Lu Xinhui sighed and rubbed his forehead. These words meant there was basically no way to resolve the situation peacefully.

He glanced at Cao Yang with a helpless expression. Why did you send someone to join in the fun when others were having a party?

Sure enough, Chu Yan slowly raised his wooden face in the prison.

"Go back?" He gave a lifeless laugh. "Now that I'm in this prison, I'm not leaving easily. You just wait, this won't end well. I'm not alone. My family, my sect, will seek justice for me! Hmph! My martial uncle should be here soon. Get ready to face the wrath of a Xiantian expert!"

The young man from the Cangyun Sect standing nearby retorted fiercely, "Hmph! Once you've brought them in, it'll be difficult to release them. Without a reasonable explanation, you can't bear the consequences!"

Lu Xinhui has a toothache.

He's getting on in years, and his job is to maintain stability, while Cao Yang is only thinking about his own merits. If it were him, he would have gotten rid of Song Shen long ago.

The negotiations were still ongoing when a commotion broke out outside.

Lu Xinhui asked, "What is it?"

The official who came to report looked panicked: "Sir... there's a swordsman outside, saying he's from Flying Snow Manor..."

Lu Xinhui was utterly bewildered. "Lord Cao, take your capable men and go talk to them!"

Cao Yang's blood boiled: "Hmph! So what if it's Flying Snow Manor? We are the imperial court!"

He strode out, but this gesture was forced, so he summoned Song Shen to come over so they could at least deal with the situation together.

To everyone's surprise, just as they arrived at the gate, they found Song Shen already standing outside the yamen, displaying an air of unyielding resolve.

Outside the yamen,

An elderly swordsman with silver hair and a tall, straight figure stood still.

He exuded a powerful aura, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, ready to strike at any moment.

"Now, kneel down, and then release my nephew from prison. I don't want to say it a second time."

Cao Yang had just arrived when he was confronted head-on by the explosive aura released by this innate master. It was like a tangible innate sword aura, turning into a flowing blade in the air, making it difficult for him to breathe and move an inch, as if he were in a quagmire.

He couldn't help but look at Song Shen, only to find that his subordinates were standing tall and proud, showing no signs of backing down, but rather... excited?

Yes,

excited?

What's going on?

I was utterly shocked.

Have I become too distant from my subordinates?

Cao Yang suddenly felt the young man beside him radiating a strong light. The dazzling feathers on his body indicated that he was about to spread his wings and fly away, no longer on the same level as him.

Is this what a master born with innate talent looks like?

It doesn't seem to scare me at all!

Song Shenning stood still, letting the sword energy wash over him like a reef in a raging wave.

"Do you know who you're talking to?" Song Shen's expression was as cold as snow, his eyes slightly narrowed. "Do you see this uniform? Are you expecting a government official to kneel before you? Aren't you afraid of being charged with treason?"

A chilling aura flashed in the old man's eyes.

Laughter came again from behind. "Old He, it seems you're getting old. You can't even handle a mere constable."

As they were talking, another short, old swordsman leaped over and landed in the middle of the street, standing next to the old man surnamed He.

Another innate condition?

Song Shen's eyelids twitched.

However, for some reason, the pressure he felt from these two old men was far less than that from Old Master Cao back then. Song Shen dared to say that if Old Master Cao were here, dealing with either of these two would be a piece of cake.

The old man surnamed He was ridiculed and became furious.

Feixue Manor, in Longzhou, who is not afraid of it?

Apart from the Ziyang Sect, who else could the other sects be afraid of? As a result, a local official captured a disciple who was being groomed by the sect on the spot, and the disciple even wet his pants.

If this matter is not handled properly and justice is not served, it is foreseeable that it will be a major scandal for Feixue Manor. He will definitely be punished after returning to the sect, and the resulting losses will be severe.

"What a sharp-tongued and vicious constable! I'll strip you of your official robes and then skin you alive, so you'll know what true terror is."

Song Shenzhuo stood beneath the large plaque at the entrance of the yamen and said calmly, "I am standing right under this plaque. If you attack, you will be attacking the government office, and you shall be executed! If you are in the right, you may beat this grievance drum."

This response caused the elderly man surnamed He's silver hair to flutter.

"Sword, come!!!"

He pointed his sword and halberd, and bursts of innate sword energy shot out.

next moment,

A streak of dark light flashed and disappeared in the air.

The whistling of a hurricane echoed throughout the area.

The invincible innate sword energy was actually evenly matched with Song Shen's powerful sword aura.

Sword energy scattered in all directions. Song Shen stood still, sword in hand, not retreating even half a step.

"Old man, your sword isn't fast enough, nor is it ruthless enough." Song Shen pointed his longsword at the old man surnamed He's brow. "You've violated the laws of the Great Yong by deliberately attacking an official!"

The elderly man surnamed He was filled with doubt and uncertainty, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

His innate sword energy was actually blocked by a martial artist who had acquired it.

That invincible innate sword energy—what right did the opponent, a mere acquired martial artist, have to so easily withstand it?

At that moment, he forgot all about the law; all he felt was the fury of a born swordsman whose pride had been violated.

The sword energy rose again.

But this time,

A fierce blade aura that slashed from the side completely annihilated the sword energy, and the ensuing storm made the long street feel like it was in the dead of winter.

"How dare you lecture my disciple, Li Chan?"

An old man in gray robes and wearing a tall crown descended from the sky and landed in front of the door.

"It's you! Li Chan, the Swift Wind Blade!"

Li Chan didn't even glance at him, "Good disciple, it's been a year, and you've actually reached this state."

Song Shen was overjoyed. "Old Li? You're back!"