Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world

At this moment, Zhao Yiyi's heart was filled with countless tender feelings.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes sparkled with shyness and sweetness, her heart pounding as if it would leap out of her chest.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at Liang Jin before her, secretly anticipating more wonderful moments.

However…

In Liang Jin's eyes, a flash of murderous intent appeared and vanished in an instant!

That moment of coldness and decisiveness seemed to come from the depths of hell, forming a stark contrast with his current gentle cupping of Zhao Yiyi's face.

He gazed at the face before him that had thrown his mind into chaos, and couldn't help but ask:

"Will you become my inner demon?"

These words fell into Zhao Yiyi's ears like a spring breeze caressing a calm lake. She thought it was Liang Jin's bold and passionate love confession, and her cheeks instantly turned red to the roots of her ears, burning like a flame.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembling gently, and she softly chided:

"Brother Liang, why did you suddenly say… say such things…"

Her heart was filled with joy, immersed in this sudden sweetness, completely unaware that Liang Jin's words were entirely literal.

Liang Jin had always relied on the system to practice martial arts, and his cultivation path had been smooth and without setbacks. He had never experienced a qi deviation, let alone encountered the so-called inner demon.

But now, Zhao Yiyi's appearance was like a boulder, shattering the calm surface of his heart.

He clearly felt that Zhao Yiyi was very likely to become his inner demon!

In the past, whether it was a stunningly beautiful woman or an ordinary-looking one, they were like fleeting clouds in his eyes, unable to stir up even a ripple.

But since meeting Zhao Yiyi, everything had changed.

Every time he saw her, Liang Jin's mind would involuntarily recall past events. Those memories, buried deep in his heart, surged like a tide, filling his heart with much melancholy.

This change in his heart meant that a crack had appeared in his usually stable state of mind.

And on the path of cultivation, a fluctuation in the state of mind could very likely be a fatal flaw, which could at any time lead him into a desperate situation of qi deviation when he cultivated advanced martial arts or comprehended martial intent in the future.

So at this moment, a murderous intent arose in Liang Jin's heart:

"Should I… kill her, to be done with it once and for all, eliminating future troubles!"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, as if he was making a difficult decision:

"Blame… blame her for having such a face."

At this moment, Liang Jin's heart was filled with coldness and ruthlessness, as if he had forgotten all the warmth in the world.

In fact, his thoughts were not entirely unfounded.

In this world, some martial artists firmly believed that it was precisely because people had emotions and desires that they experienced qi deviation during the process of martial arts practice.

And those martial arts fanatics who single-mindedly pursued the ultimate in martial arts, in order to avoid such risks, chose to embark on the path of emotionless martial arts.

To walk the path of emotionless martial arts, one must make oneself ruthless and unrighteous, severing all attachments.

Thus, these martial arts fanatics did not hesitate to personally kill their wives, children, fathers, and mothers, just to completely break away from their sentimental selves, and also to verify whether they could truly achieve emotional detachment and lovelessness.

This path violated human nature, and only those with great perseverance and firm belief could persist in walking it.

Liang Jin's gaze slowly turned to Zhao Yiyi's white and slender neck, like that of a swan.

His fingers tightened slightly. As long as he exerted a little force, he could easily twist this fragile neck.

But just as his murderous intent reached its peak, another voice deep in his heart faintly resisted.

As long as he didn't see this person, he wouldn't let his emotions fluctuate. If he could slowly forget this person completely, then perhaps there would be no risk of qi deviation.

He immediately withdrew his hand from Zhao Yiyi's face and said in a deep voice:

"It's time to go."

There was not a trace of warmth in his voice, like the cold wind of winter.

After speaking, Liang Jin turned and strode towards the secret passage from which they had come.

Zhao Yiyi, who had been left behind in place, was stunned for a moment, her mind blank, unable to react.

Why did Liang Jin suddenly change his face?

He was so gentle just now, his eyes full of affection. Why did he suddenly become so cold, as if he had become a different person?

Zhao Yiyi was somewhat frightened and uneasy. She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, her fingers slightly pale from nervousness.

She didn't know what she had done wrong that had made Liang Jin angry.

She immediately hurriedly followed behind Liang Jin, her steps hurried and disordered, wanting to hear Liang Jin point out her problem and dispel the doubts in her heart.

The two walked out of the secret passage and arrived under the small stone bridge. After sealing the entrance of the secret passage, they left the small stone bridge.

Throughout the entire process, Liang Jin did not say a word to her. He even kept a cold expression, with not a trace of fluctuation or change in his eyes.

His face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, keeping people at a distance of a thousand miles.

This made Zhao Yiyi even more at a loss, and the unease in her heart grew wildly like weeds.

Finally, she couldn't help but speak:

"Brother Liang, I… I…"

Her voice carried a hint of trembling, and her eyes were full of grievance and incomprehension.

Before she could finish her words, Liang Jin had already said coldly:

"It's getting late, it's time to go home."

His voice was full of indifference, without the slightest room for discussion.

After speaking, Liang Jin turned and left, completely ignoring Zhao Yiyi, who was standing there at a loss.

His back was resolute, as if a chasm that could not be crossed had been drawn between him and Zhao Yiyi.

After Liang Jin walked for a while, the sound of footsteps came from behind him.

He stopped and turned his head to look coldly.

Following behind him was Zhao Yiyi.

Zhao Yiyi hurriedly said nervously:

"I… I didn't mean to follow you."

Her eyes darted around, not daring to look directly into Liang Jin's eyes:

"I'm going home… this is also the way to go."

Liang Jin looked at Zhao Yiyi, narrowed his eyes slightly, and scrutinized her with a knife-like gaze.

After a moment, he said:

"Let me take you home."

Not contacting Zhao Yiyi in the future was a matter for the future.

But today, after all, he had come for a blind date. Now that he had brought the girl out, he had to take her back safely.

It was already late at night, and this place was remote and dark, and it was indeed not suitable for Zhao Yiyi to walk alone.

So Liang Jin continued to walk ahead.

Zhao Yiyi also hurriedly followed, her steps light, afraid of making Liang Jin unhappy again.

The moonlight shone on them, casting their shadows very long on the ground.

When Liang Jin left the remote area where the small stone bridge was located and arrived on the main street, followers soon appeared behind him.

This group of followers had been tracking Liang Jin all day, from morning to night.

Just now, when Liang Jin and Zhao Yiyi were hiding from the pursuit of the servants, they had briefly created a long distance from this group of followers.

After that, even Liang Jin didn't expect that there would be a secret passage in this place, and those trackers would be even less likely to think of it.

So Liang Jin and Zhao Yiyi quickly disappeared in this area, and those followers lost track of Liang Jin and could only continue to keep watch in the nearby area.

It was not until Liang Jin reappeared on the main street that they quickly discovered Liang Jin and continued to follow him.

Now that it was late at night, there were very few pedestrians on the street.

The moonlight poured down from the night sky, adding a bit of silence and coldness.

Liang Jin and Zhao Yiyi walked silently, neither of them breaking the silence.

Finally, Liang Jin took Zhao Yiyi back to the entrance of the Zhao family.

"I'm leaving."

After Liang Jin finished speaking, he turned to leave. His movements were decisive, without a trace of nostalgia.

Zhao Yiyi hurriedly said:

"Brother Liang, if… if you don't like seeing my family… we can make an appointment."

"Then… then meet in the secret passage under the small stone bridge."

"That place, only I will go."

After Zhao Yiyi finished speaking, she looked at Liang Jin with anticipation in her eyes.

Liang Jin smiled faintly:

"We'll see."

There was not a trace of warmth in his smile, as if it was just a perfunctory response.

After speaking, Liang Jin turned and left.

He left the small alley and returned to the main street.

Now, it was time for him to deal with the guy who dared to throw a shoe at him.

Liang Jin glanced at the [Thousand Mile Tracking] panel and couldn't help but sneer in his heart:

"Still dare to stay in the brothel?"

The [Thousand Mile Tracking] panel showed that Zhou Jiaze was still in that brothel, obviously this guy was not afraid of Liang Jin going back for revenge at all.

At this time, a faint sound of footsteps sounded behind Liang Jin.

Liang Jin knew that these were the followers.

Now, with the night dark and the wind high, Liang Jin had matters to attend to; how could he willingly be followed?

Relying on his acute senses, he quickly entered a branching alley. His steps were light and nimble, and before long, he had shaken off those tracking him once more.

Soon, Liang Jin had arrived near the brothel.

He stood in the darkness, gazing at this place of dazzling lights and intoxicating pleasures.

Then, he silently retrieved the [Serpent Mask] from his [Inventory] and placed it on his face.

The mask depicted a red eyeball, and it seemed to come alive instantly, even pulsating slightly.

As the "Fire Eye" opened, Liang Jin's eyes gained the ability to see through objects, allowing him to quickly locate his desired target within the brothel.

… …

Brothel.

Third floor, private room.

The oily-haired, powdered-faced man from before had just finished an exhilarating and unrestrained battle.

He lazily embraced two girls, lying on the bed, panting, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

"Damn it, if I keep indulging like this, my body will collapse sooner or later."

His voice carried a hint of exhaustion and helplessness:

"It's time to abstain from pleasure and focus on martial arts training."

Excessive indulgence in wine and women harms the body, while martial arts training strengthens it; everyone understands this basic principle.

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As the youngest son of the Prefect, Zhou Jiaze didn't want to die so early. After all, his life was so wonderful, and endless riches and glory awaited him.

In fact, Zhou Jiaze was also a martial artist, but he only possessed the eighth-rank realm.

This was thanks to his father hiring many famous teachers from the capital to instruct him in martial arts for many years.

According to those teachers, Zhou Jiaze was intelligent and had great talent for martial arts.

Unfortunately, he was stubborn, fond of cockfighting and dog-racing, spending his days wandering in pleasure quarters, disliking studying and hating practicing martial arts.

This resulted in his martial arts progress being extremely slow, even far below that of ordinary martial artists.

After receiving his father's silver, the teachers would sigh with regret.

But Zhou Jiaze didn't take it seriously. In his words:

"What era is this? Does this young master still need to solve problems with violence?"

After all, his father was the Prefect!

To deal with ordinary people, his father could use the law, which he was most skilled at.

To deal with martial artists, he also had his own methods.

Zhou Jiaze had wide connections, especially liking to befriend martial arts experts.

If any ignorant martial artist dared to provoke him, a bunch of his friends could help him take revenge.

Zhou Jiaze adhered to the principle of making sure he was relaxed and happy, leaving difficult matters to his subordinates or friends.

Until recently, he began to feel increasingly powerless, which made him think about starting martial arts training again.

Thinking of this, Zhou Jiaze immediately pushed away the women beside him, his movements rough and impatient.

He climbed out of bed, bent his legs slightly, squatted into a horse stance, and then began to perform a set of punches.

His boxing was disorganized, his movements lazy, completely lacking the spirit that a martial artist should have.

Seeing this, the two girls smiled helplessly:

"Young Master Zhou, we'll go prepare some midnight snacks for you."

A trace of disdain flashed in their eyes, but they didn't dare to show it, and could only force a smile.

They could also see that Zhou Jiaze was no longer in the mood for fun, so after putting on their clothes, they planned to leave.

Before leaving, one of the girls specifically reminded him:

"Young Master Zhou, your new boots have been delivered by the servants. I'll bring them up to you in a moment."

But who knew that this well-intentioned reminder seemed to touch Zhou Jiaze's sore spot, instantly causing him to turn hostile.

Zhou Jiaze suddenly grabbed the teapot on the table, his eyes bloodshot, and viciously smashed it down on the girl's head.

"Bang!!!!"

The teapot shattered directly, and the girl's head was smashed with a large hole. Fresh blood gurgled out, and the whole person slumped limply to the ground.

Zhou Jiaze's attack was so ruthless, completely disregarding the affection they had just shared on the bed.

The other girl was frightened, her face pale, her legs weak, and she quickly knelt down.

"Damn it, you slut!"

Zhou Jiaze roared, his eyes wide with anger:

"This young master has embarrassed himself today and been laughed at."

"But you, a dirty and lowly thing, dare to laugh at this young master?"

"Drag her down for me! Let my servants have their way with her!"

Zhou Jiaze said viciously.

His voice was like the roar of a beast, full of anger and madness.

The kneeling girl could only rush out in fright to call someone in to carry away the woman who had been beaten unconscious with a bloody head.

Everyone in this brothel knew that Young Master Zhou was moody and couldn't be offended.

A slight slip could lead to the same fate as the girl just now.

Soon, the room was cleaned up. But the girls and servants dared not approach the room. They all knew that Zhou Jiaze was currently in a fit of anger, and anyone who appeared before him would certainly incur his bad luck.

Sure enough.

In the room, the more Zhou Jiaze thought about it, the angrier he became. He punched the table, and a crack instantly appeared.

He muttered resentfully:

"Damn it! That Liang Jin and that little slut dared to trick this young master?"

"When I find you, I will skin you alive, even if no one tells me to!"

Suddenly!

In that instant, Zhou Jiaze suddenly felt all the hairs on his body stand on end.

A strong chill rose from his spine, as if some great danger was rapidly approaching him.

Zhou Jiaze was about to turn around immediately.

But the next moment, a finger had heavily struck an acupoint on Zhou Jiaze's body.

Zhou Jiaze only had time to groan before he felt his whole body go numb, as if pierced by thousands of needles, and he fell to the ground unable to move.

He looked in horror at the masked man who had appeared in the room, and couldn't help but exclaim in a trembling voice:

"You… who are you?"

His voice trembled, full of fear.

The masked man replied:

"Didn't you ask me to deliver your boots?"

"I'm here, but you are destined not to wear those boots."

His voice was low and cold, as if from hell.

Zhou Jiaze was shocked to hear this, his eyes widened, filled with disbelief:

"You… you are that soldier named Liang Jin!"

"You dare to come back and find me?"

The masked man was none other than Liang Jin.

He squatted down next to Zhou Jiaze, his movements steady and calm.

He asked:

"Since you know my name, it means you know me."

"I have no grievances with you, so tell me, who ordered you to do this?"

"I guess you won't say, so I can only give you some sincerity first."

With that, Liang Jin pointed at Zhou Jiaze's speech blocking point with one hand, preventing him from making a sound.

Then, Liang Jin used his fingers as a sword and waved it sharply.

A fierce sword energy shot out suddenly.

"Swish!"

The sword energy flashed and disappeared, directly cutting off one of Zhou Jiaze's feet!

Fresh blood spurted from the severed wound, splattering on the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

Zhou Jiaze's body tensed up in pain, twisting into a ball, tears and snot flowing together, almost fainting from the pain.

Liang Jin watched quietly, his eyes indifferent, without a trace of pity.

He only spoke softly after Zhou Jiaze had calmed down slightly:

"Just now, you threw my boots at me with this foot, right?"

"Then it's not too much for me to take one of your feet, right?"

"Now, can you tell me the answer?"

As Liang Jin spoke, he pressed down on Zhou Jiaze's speech blocking point.

Zhou Jiaze instantly burst into tears:

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

His voice was tearful, full of despair and fear:

"It's Xi Rong! He said you offended him, so he hired a bunch of people to kill you!"

"He told me to do this. Grudges have owners, debts have debtors. If you want revenge, go find him. Please don't kill me!"

Obviously, Zhou Jiaze was not a tough bone. As long as necessary, he would immediately betray his friends.

In the face of life and death, his so-called loyalty and dignity instantly disappeared.

Liang Jin was not too surprised to hear this.

He didn't have many enemies in the capital. He could guess who it was with a little thought.

Then, Liang Jin said again:

"I have another question for you."

"The abandoned mansion in front of Shenwu Gate, who used to own it?"

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