Jiming Lane, located in Nanquan Lane, is a secluded and quiet street.
Most Yamen Runners are not very willing to patrol there, especially at night.
When two people walk on the street, they only feel a chilling wind behind them, which is quite unsettling.
If two people feel this way, imagine Chen Ping'an walking alone.
However, he is now in the Qi Blood Third Stage, with abundant Qi and bold courage; he is not afraid of the night or strange tales.
This is the confidence brought to him by his Martial Arts Realm!
Chen Ping'an walked along Jiming Lane with a saber at his waist, a gong hanging from his shoulder, and a lantern in his hand.
Normally, two Yamen Runners would assist each other, one carrying a lantern and the other a gong.
If any unusual activity was discovered, both would take action simultaneously.
If the situation was too difficult and felt unmanageable, they could strike the gong as a warning and to call for help.
Ordinary petty thieves, upon hearing the gong at midnight, would likely lose their courage, let alone resist.
Walking in Jiming Lane, Chen Ping'an was in a good mood.
During the day, he had a good sleep, and before his shift, he practiced the Flying Locust Stone.
Now, the Flying Locust Stone experience on his panel had reached 12 points.
This feeling of accumulating strength bit by bit was truly satisfying.
The residences on both sides of Jiming Lane were not continuous, but sparse.
As he walked, he would pass small patches of wasteland.
According to a widely circulated saying in the Nanquan Lane Garrison Office, Jiming Lane was originally a Family graveyard.
Later, the Family declined, and it gradually transformed into the Jiming Lane of today.
Of course, the time was too long ago, and it was merely a rumor.
Tonight's moonlight was somewhat dim, but with the candlelight from the lantern, Chen Ping'an could see the path clearly.
From time to time, insect chirps could be heard around him; he didn't know where they hid during the day.
Chen Ping'an patrolled energetically until midnight.
Just as he was thinking of finding a place to rest, his movements suddenly stopped.
"What was that sound?"
Chen Ping'an's ears twitched slightly, as if he had heard something.
He was now considered a martial arts expert, with keen hearing and sight, so he could hear sounds that ordinary people could not.
His gaze was alert as he looked in the direction from which the sound came.
The distance was dark, and nothing could be seen clearly.
"Let's go take a look!"
Chen Ping'an carried his lantern and walked forward, following the sound.
...
Looking down from a high vantage point at Wei River County City in the deep night, one could clearly see the distinct separation between the Inner City and Outer City.
The Inner City and Outer City were separated by a riverbank.
Even in the deep night, many places in the Inner City were still brightly lit.
However, the Outer City was a scene of darkness and silence, with hardly any lights visible.
A corner of Nanquan Lane in the Outer City.
At this moment, an extremely fierce battle was raging.
Four figures were fighting each other in the faint, flickering moonlight.
Among them, three figures cooperated tacitly, jointly Siege one figure.
"It was merely a casual act by Wu, and I never expected it to lure such a big fish."
Under the moonlight, a hunched figure in a gray robe let out bursts of strange laughter.
As his figure shifted, his scarred face could occasionally be seen through the dim moonlight.
Great Deacon of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, Wu Haihua!
Beside him were two figures, one fat and one thin, who coordinated with his attacks, continuously pressuring the woman in front of them.
The woman wore a black-patterned fish-scale uniform, revealing a cold and beautiful face.
At this moment, she held a long sword, performing dazzling sword flowers.
As her sword Moves changed, Sword Qi surged.
"If the Zhenfu Division learns tomorrow that the Chief Warrant Officer of Nancheng District has fallen here, I wonder what their reaction will be?!
Wu is truly curious!"
Wu Haihua held two short daggers, frantically swirling them, trying to break through the woman's defense.
With each swing of the short daggers, Qi burst forth.
Wu Haihua was in a joyful mood.
He had only intended to casually lure a fish, considering it a success.
He never expected to catch such a big fish—the Chief Warrant Officer of Nancheng District, Mu Wanjun!
Mu Wanjun, the direct daughter of the Mu Family!
She had broken into the Inner Qi Realm at a young age and held the Chief Warrant Officer's seal of the Nancheng District Zhenfu Division.
If he could kill her, the rewards from the Sect would be substantial.
Thinking of this, Wu Haihua couldn't help but lick his tongue, his face revealing a bloodthirsty gleam.
Although Mu Wanjun's talent was good, she was still young, and thus easily fell into their Dao.
His Martial Arts cultivation was a level above Mu Wanjun's, and with the help of two First-Grade Deacons, he was more than capable of taking her down.
Mu Wanjun wielded her long sword, displaying the Autumn Water Sword Art with great Perfection.
But as she continuously defended, she gradually felt the pressure.
Swish!
In a moment of carelessness, several cuts appeared on her black-patterned fish-scale uniform.
Fortunately, her Internal Energy burst forth in time, allowing her to barely parry the attack.
Mu Wanjun's mood was somewhat low.
She had discovered a shadowy figure at night, and the figure bore the Ten Thousand Demons Sect's insignia.
The Ten Thousand Demons Sect's presence in the County City indicated a conspiracy.
She intended to follow the shadowy figure to uncover the stronghold behind it.
However, she never expected to track them here and fall into their trap.
It was important to note that, out of confidence in her own strength and to avoid alerting them, no one else knew about her investigation.
She had initially believed it to be a foolproof investigation and slaughter, but unexpectedly, her pursuit led her here, where she encountered the Great Deacon of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, Wu Haihua.
Wu Haihua, at Qi Sea Perfection, completely suppressed her.
Furthermore, he had two First-Grade Deacons at Qi Blood Perfection assisting him.
Today, it seemed she was in big trouble!
Whoosh!
Wu Haihua's figure transformed into an afterimage, and his two short daggers spewed and flickered with over a foot of light, suddenly erupting with the intent to kill Mu Wanjun.
He had expected to hit her with one strike, but unexpectedly, Mu Wanjun's sword shadow suddenly shifted, displaying a profound sword Move.
Clang!
Wu Haihua's short daggers were firmly parried.
However, although Mu Wanjun blocked his Move, one of the First-Grade Deacons seized the opportunity while she was distracted, leaving a wound on her body.
Mu Wanjun grunted, her figure retreating rapidly.
From just now until the present, the high-intensity battle had greatly consumed both her mental energy and Internal Energy.
If this continued, she would likely face dire consequences.
"Where are the Zhenfu Division personnel?"
"Has no one noticed such a big commotion here?"
Mu Wanjun's expression was somewhat grim.
This should be the Nanquan Lane area.
What was Shen Shikang doing?!
How did he manage his people usually?!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Under the moonlight, several figures constantly shifted, sword shadows were dazzling, short daggers flew, and Internal Energy burst forth.
Mu Wanjun's fish-scale uniform gained several more tears.
"If this continues, I'll be left here sooner or later!
Once my Internal Energy is exhausted, I'll have no chance at all!"
A fierce glint flashed across Mu Wanjun's face.
"I can only use that Move!"
