From a humble farmer to a great martial arts master

Chapter 89, Confiscating Property

Chapter 90, Confiscating Property

Suburban fields.

Ren Qingshan stood from dusk till late at night, transforming the earth's energy into qi and blood. He had already transformed it more than three thousand times, and his whole body was like a bottomless pit, yet he still hadn't reached his limit.

I had only one feeling: Powerful!

Although it cannot be quantified because there is no cultivation method, every bit of earth energy is not wasted and is transformed into the body's energy.

The excess qi and blood that the five internal organs cannot metabolize properly "overflow" and instead flow into the blood vessels, bones, blood, and skin—

It was reinforced again and again.

Such spiritual practice is truly a luxury.

Ren Qingshan finally stopped the transformation when his nose felt hot and a few drops of blood flowed out, feeling a burning sensation all over his body.

"I'm about to explode, I need to vent my anger—"

It felt like he'd taken a little blue pill. He looked at the black horse tied to the tree and mounted it.

Back to the city!

Before even reaching the city gate, they could see a winding, fiery line on the official road in the distance. They didn't know who it was, but it seemed to be heading towards the Qian family's direction.

"drive!"

The black horse, three times faster, galloped to the city gate. Ren Qingshan pulled on the reins and asked, "Who was that who just left the city?"

The soldiers guarding the city recognized Ren Qingshan and quickly responded, "It's Lord Fang! He's with Lord Li, Constable Yi, Master Jiang, over a hundred constables, and two hundred soldiers. They've gone to confiscate the Qian family's property!"

Ouch—what triggered him?

Ren Qingshan turned around and immediately followed the fire dragon in the night.

I almost missed such a big opportunity!

To catch up with.

Jiang Shi'an was at the back of the line. Ren Qingshan greeted him, passed him, and went through the crowd to see Fang Yanping at the very front.

"Green Mountain!"

"Money-grabbing family!"

Fang Yanping glanced back, his voice unusually sharp.

He staked his political life and his entire future on tonight's events; his heart was as hard as iron and his will as firm as steel.

"What happened?"

Ren Qingshan asked, his enthusiasm for watching the drama burning brightly.

For someone who follows the rules to become unruly, it must be an immense grievance—more than anger can express!

After all, even when faced with a fake county magistrate, Fang Yanping still upheld procedural justice.

"We'll talk about it later, let's go!"

Fang Yanping was ashamed to reveal this matter—he had worked diligently as an official for fifteen years without any advancement, and after being transferred around, the opportunity for promotion was actually bought by his enemy.

Tongbao Town.

The Qian family mansion.

When the officers and soldiers arrived, it was nearly midnight, and apart from a few scattered candlelight, it was pitch black.

"Surround it!"

Fang Yanping waved his hand.

The constables and soldiers immediately scattered, surrounding all the entrances to the Qian family mansion, creating a tense and menacing atmosphere.

Three guards from the Qian family appeared on the roof, and asked in a deep voice from the darkness, "Who goes there? What are you doing here?"

"The Qian family colluded with the Divine Dragon Cult, which, according to the law, constitutes rebellion. I, Fang Yanping, have led my team here to confiscate their property and arrest their members!"

"Surrender and you will not be killed!"

"copy!"

At his shout, Ren Qingshan immediately grabbed the huge dismounting stone at the entrance and smashed it against the Qian family's gate. The sturdy ironwood door, covered with copper, was deformed by the impact.

Ren Qingshan unleashed another Vajra Palm strike, and the gate swung open.

Several arrows flew towards Ren Qingshan's face as the Qian family's guards retaliated.

He leaped up, letting Qingshan dodge the arrows, drew his bow and fired several arrows in return, and screams echoed through the night sky.

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The timidity and hesitation of officialdom are far less appealing than the freedom and vengeance of the martial world!

A thought suddenly flashed through Ren Qingshan's mind, and he fired a series of arrows at the guards.

Fang Yanping followed behind, carrying a knife, looking like a fierce tiger with a hint of madness.

From the other three directions, sounds of fighting and shouting rang out—the imperial court's violent machinery was fully activated.

After slaughtering all the guards who resisted in the front yard, and forcing the servants and stewards to kneel and beg for mercy, Fang Yanping ordered the constables who followed him to tie them up. He then leaped onto the roof and shouted in a loud voice, "Surrender and you will not be killed!"

Even at this moment, he was still unwilling to commit further acts of killing.

"Qingshan, go to the inner quarters and restrain the yamen runners and soldiers. They must not humiliate other men's wives and daughters."

He then gave instructions to Ren Qingshan.

Ren Qingshan nodded, stepped onto the eaves, and headed towards the back courtyard—in this kind of environment, who would dare to take off their pants?

This house has nearly seven courtyards, high walls and large courtyards, carved beams and painted rafters, pavilions and towers, and a back garden, but no one knows where the treasure vault is.

This idea captivated Ren Qingshan.

Qian Boda was a fourth-rank commander, and his internal organs were in the late stage. He must have some secret techniques passed down from the imperial court, but it is unknown where they are kept.

Such wealthy families should all have secret rooms.

Ren Qingshan rushed to the central courtyard and found that Li Xuanqing had already arrived first. There were six corpses lying in the courtyard, and a group of disheveled women were crying.

With an awkward smile, Li Xuanqing strode over: "I've already inquired, and this courtyard is the Qian family's storeroom, with a secret passage underground."

Ren Qingshan nodded and followed him to cut the lock and enter a storeroom.

The wooden shelf was filled with precious medicinal herbs, and the aroma of the herbs was overwhelming. Li Xuanqing carefully moved the medicine shelf against the wall, revealing a passage behind it.

Let him go first, and Ren Qingshan will follow. The secret passage has blue stone steps and eternal lamps on both sides, showing the cultural heritage of a hundred years.

Below were a dozen or so wooden crates, all of which were locked.

Next to the wooden crate were six "golden winter melons" and thirteen "silver winter melons," each weighing about a thousand pounds, which would be difficult for an ordinary person to move.

"The Qian family's wealth accumulated over a century is truly comparable to that of a nation."

Li Xuanqing couldn't help but sigh, this is only a part, certainly not the whole.

Ren Qingshan nodded, took his knife and cut open the lock of a box, revealing a box of land deeds, neatly stacked.

Cut them open one by one.

Five boxes of land deeds.

Three boxes containing indentures for the maids and servants.

IOUs from three tenant farmers.

A box of shop lease documents.

A box of account books.

Li Xuanqing clicked his tongue repeatedly, especially at the three boxes of IOUs. He couldn't help but sigh, "It's all the people's hard-earned money. Over the past hundred years, it has harmed countless families."

Ren Qingshan glanced at him but didn't respond. He just looked at the last box.

There are no martial arts manuals?

With a single slash, the lock was opened, and books with blue covers immediately came into view, with a dozen or so secret manuals on top and two jade boxes below.

Palm techniques, leg techniques, stance training, knife techniques, sword techniques, spear techniques, hammer techniques, finger techniques, grappling techniques, medical classics, poison classics, disguise techniques—each one is a superior martial arts manual.

Open the jade box again, and you'll find a piece of silk in the left-hand box, which looks quite antique.

Upon seeing this material, Ren Qingshan knew he was in the clear; records on silk were usually top-tier martial arts techniques.

The Five Directions Divine Court Scripture!

The small characters on the silk were written using a secret method, as small as grains of yellow rice. Ren Qingshan focused his eyes to look at them and found that they were indeed the Dharma Gate of the Internal Organs. The text was covered with colorless seals in intaglio to prevent tampering. The seals read "Divine Court Dao Sect".

Just by looking at the craftsmanship, it's an antique, similar to the "Dragon Subduing Holy Sect," and even the intaglio carving technique is much more exquisite.

"Brother Li, have you ever heard of the Divine Court Daoist Sect?"

Ren Qingshan asked casually and continued to open the second jade box.

Li Xuanqing thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it. I suppose it's some kind of martial arts holy land."

Ren Qingshan took out the kraft paper envelope from the second jade box, crushed the sealing wax to examine it, and found it to be a piece of new paper with fresh ink, on which a poem was written.

The Secret Scripture of the Great Mystery.

"The Supreme Mystery Scripture?"

Ren Qingshan wanted to laugh, but he suppressed it and exclaimed in a surprised tone.

Isn't this the one I wrote?

This copy, now transcribed, even has a few words wrong.

Unexpectedly, the Qian family and the bandits at Shahu Pass were both connected; their relationships were truly intricate.

Li Xuanqing's eyes lit up. He leaned closer to look, quickly skimming through the entire document. His tone was somewhat excited: "Incredible! It must be an extraordinary inheritance, after all, it's the Qian family's most treasured possession!"

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