Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 158: The Deaths of Huang Jiugai and Master Li

"My grandfather wasn't much of a scholar, as you said. He had a stubborn kindness, and people with such stubbornness usually have their own opinions and won't let others manipulate them!"

Xin Zhuo said, "He had average talent, but once he reached a certain realm, he couldn't help but seek others to spar with in order to verify his martial arts. Perhaps in the eyes of others, this may seem like causing trouble, but he believed it was a comparison between practitioners, harmless!"

Huang Jiugai nodded, "You're absolutely right, he was definitely that kind of person!"

Suddenly, Xin Zhuo looked at him and sneered, "However, there are two lies in the story you just told!"

Huang Jiugai's face changed slightly, "At this point, why would I need to lie? Young man, if you want to kill or torture me, I'll listen to you, but don't humiliate me!"

Xin Zhuo continued, "Firstly, you must have deceived him, telling him that the person infested with the Heavenly Eunuch Worm wouldn't die, but that it would help you cultivate and achieve mutual success. Although he felt a bit guilty, he still held hope!

But later, things escalated, and after you killed him, you shifted all the blame onto him, washing your hands of the matter and making him the scapegoat!"

Huang Jiugai's face changed again, "How can you be so sure?"

Xin Zhuo said, "A person who carries hatred and has stubborn kindness understands the pain of others. Not killing is his bottom line! That's human nature!"

Huang Jiugai fell silent, clearly acknowledging that Xin Zhuo was right again.

Xin Zhuo continued, "Secondly, there is no character named Huang Jiugai in your story. It's unreasonable and doesn't make sense!"

Huang Jiugai suddenly looked up, a look of disbelief in his eyes, "I don't understand what you're saying."

Xin Zhuo said, "Proud figures like Master Li and Tang Wuwo don't need a beggar sect to help them. Moreover, why would a master who was once a sixth-rank expert and now a fifth-rank expert need to become a beggar? Especially someone who used to be a distinguished gentleman!

Is this person mentally ill or naturally self-destructive? Therefore, you are the North Cang Sahu mentioned in the story! The beggar is just a disguise."

Huang Jiugai was completely shocked and angrily said, "Are you... a devil?"

Xin Zhuo sneered, "Stories need to adhere to logic and consistency. Perhaps one or two unreasonable plot points can be understood as coincidences, but if a crucial character in the story is consistently illogical, then it's a lie!"

Huang Jiugai remained silent for a moment and coldly said, "I suggest you hurry up and chase after Master Li. He is a master at the Autumn Wind Academy in the capital city, and there are many experts there.

His mentor, Mr. Dongfang, is a top expert, and his relationship with the court is unfathomable. Once he escapes, you will undoubtedly die!"

Xin Zhuo looked ahead and said, "He can't escape. He's heavily injured and doesn't have time to recover. The more he runs, the worse his injuries will become. This place is thousands of miles away from the capital city. Can he really escape there?"

Huang Jiugai asked coldly, "Where does your confidence come from?"

"Instinct! Just like how someone like you instinctively doesn't see others as human beings!"

...

Master Li could no longer run.

He discovered that Xin Zhuo's True Qi was so strange and horrifying that at some point, frost and lightning had entered his body through his arms and hindered the circulation of his True Qi near his Dantian.

If he were to stop now and forcefully circulate his inner energy, he might be able to remove it in a few days. But unfortunately, he couldn't stop at this moment. That kid was chasing after him from behind, somewhere nearby.

He glanced at the desolate woods and wild grass around him. That kid could appear at any moment.

This feeling of being surrounded by enemies made him uncomfortable.

Had he ever experienced such a thing in his life?

He remembered the day under the Autumn Palace's disciplinary monument in the heavy snow. If he had taken the opportunity when Princess Su wasn't paying attention and stabbed her with a sword, would he be in this situation today?

"Master Li, stop running! I've seen you!"

Xin Zhuo's "evil" voice came from a distance again.

Master Li's face turned pale, and he had the urge to turn around and strike him with a sword, but he simply didn't have the strength at the moment.

He looked ahead and his eyes lit up. They had already left the mountains, and there was a post station by the official road at the foot of the mountain.

Liu Zhi is the postmaster of the Lingshui post station, which is the highest official of the post station and holds the ninth rank. She has ten postmen under her command.

The post station is responsible for managing ceremonial processions, vehicles and horses, as well as serving and accommodating passing imperial officials.

The Lingshui post station is located in a remote area and rarely sees officials passing through when there is no war. On ordinary days, there is nothing to do but practice martial arts and improve martial skills to pass the time.

She is a woman, only twenty-three years old, and it is not easy for her to manage the post station. In recent years, she has relied on strictness and discipline.

"In the great Zhou dynasty, martial skills are abundant and there are martial experts everywhere. If one's martial skills are too low, how can there be opportunities for promotion?"

She stands with her hands behind her back, looking at her ten subordinates in a serious Horse Stance, and says, "Although your talents are low, if you study and practice diligently, one day you can reach the same level as me!"

"Madam Postmaster, what rank are you?" one of the postmen asks in surprise.

Liu Zhi coughs lightly and says, "Eighth rank, not far from the seventh rank."

One of the postmen curiously asks, "I have seen seventh rank, and I have heard of sixth rank, but I don't know the power of a fifth rank expert. How formidable are they?"

"This...," Liu Zhi ponders. She has never seen one before. At this moment, a gust of wind comes from behind her, and when she turns her head, she sees a fifth rank expert.

The person is a Fatty, but with a small head. He is carrying a large wooden sword and seems to be injured, but his aura is extremely terrifying.

She quickly cups her hands and asks, "May I ask..."

Master Li angrily interrupts, "I am Master Li from the Autumn Wind Academy in the capital city, holding the rank of Direct Inspector of the Town Martial Bureau, eighth rank. Quickly send a carrier pigeon to me!"

"The capital city?" Liu Zhi's pupils contract, and she immediately goes to retrieve the carrier pigeon for the route to the capital city.

As soon as she retrieves the carrier pigeon, she sees that Master Li has already torn off a small piece of his white garment, written a line of words with his fingertips, hastily tied it to the pigeon's leg, and released the pigeon.

Watching the pigeon fly into the distance, a hint of relief finally appears on his lips. Then, he holds his sword with both hands, looks at the mountain ahead, and exudes a majestic aura, like the scorching sun in July, fiery and hot, making people dare not approach!

Liu Zhi and the ten postmen stay far away, their faces showing fear and confusion.

At this moment, a young boy carrying a beggar comes down from a hill in the distance. A boy and a beggar? Their appearance is quite strange.

But they clearly notice that the Fatty expert in front of the gate is trembling slightly, seemingly nervous.

"Not running anymore?"

Xin Zhuo looks at Master Li, the smile on his face disappears, and he throws the beggar he was carrying heavily on the ground. The folded spear has turned into a long weapon.

Ice and thunder True Qi envelop his whole body, and frost and lightning fill the ground around him. Huang Jiugai, who was already on the verge of death from being thrown, can't help but scream in pain.

Master Li glances at Huang Jiugai, and the tension in his emotions suddenly dissipates. He smiles, seemingly too lazy to say a word, and leaps into the air, unleashing his strongest sword strike.

Ten zhangs of sword shadows, emitting a dazzling red light, like Shrouding the Heavens and covering the sun, a sword strikes down.

The immense aura overwhelms the entire post station, making a creaking sound. Liu Zhi and the others who were peeking their heads out left and right, look around in fear.

At this moment, Xin Zhuo lifts his foot and kicks Huang Jiugai into the air.

The pitiful figure flies towards the sword light, seemingly sensing the shadow of Death. He opens his tightly closed old eyes, revealing a look of despair. He had originally thought of using dark magic to lure Xin Zhuo and beg for his life, just like that year, not giving him any chance: "No--"

"Pluff--"

Huang Jiugai's body has been cut into two pieces.

Blood splatters everywhere.

Facing the blood and the noon sun, Xin Zhuo swings his spear again, another peak strike.

(End of this chapter)