Chapter 306: Capital City Instructor
He had secretly hidden the Thousand-year-old Ginseng on his body, wrapped tightly in a cloth that blocked Spiritual Power.
He had done so out of fear that his fellow disciples might covet it, but he never expected that while they hadn’t discovered it, it could not escape Qin Tuo’s piercing gaze.
Master Wu Jing found it hard to believe. After all, he was certain that not even the Pavilion Master of the Blood Moon Pavilion could have detected the Thousand-year-old Ginseng on his person. ’How are this kid’s eyes so sharp?’
"No, that’s not right. Kid, how did you know? Were you just making a wild guess? Trying to bluff me!"
Master Wu Jing gritted his teeth, his face a mask of indignation.
Qin Tuo, however, simply shook his head and said disdainfully,
"To think you’d try to hide such petty tricks from me. You truly are a frog at the bottom of a well."
Hearing Qin Tuo’s words, dripping with thick mockery, Master Wu Jing’s mind went blank.
Seeing that Qin Tuo seemed ready to strike the killing blow, Master Wu Jing suddenly roared.
"Kid, you can’t kill me! Do you have any idea who I am?"
A flicker of interest appeared on Qin Tuo’s face. He asked with a smirk,
"Oh? I’ll give you one chance. Go on, tell me who you are."
Qin Tuo was also curious about which sect this malevolent Jianghu Warlock hailed from.
Master Wu Jing thought Qin Tuo was intimidated, and a glimmer of hope for survival lit up his eyes.
He threatened viciously,
"Kid, I’ll be straight with you. I’m from the Southwest Blood Moon Pavilion! If you dare to kill me, our Pavilion Master will never let you get away with it!"
"Is that right? The Blood Moon Pavilion?"
Qin Tuo’s expression shifted to one of sudden understanding, and he nodded repeatedly.
Seeing Qin Tuo’s reaction, Master Wu Jing broke into a satisfied smile.
"Scared now, aren’t you, kid? Get on your knees and beg for forgiveness, and I might just forgive your audacity today. How about it?"
But unexpectedly, in the next moment, Qin Tuo’s smile vanished, replaced by an ice-cold expression.
"To be perfectly honest, if there’s one thing I, Qin Tuo, hate in this life, it’s being threatened!"
Qin Tuo’s voice seemed to echo from the depths of hell, pronouncing Master Wu Jing’s death sentence.
As soon as the words left his mouth, before Master Wu Jing’s astonished eyes, a cold glint of light erupted from Qin Tuo’s gaze and pierced through his body.
PUH...
Master Wu Jing spat out a mouthful of eerily green blood.
He was about to scream for help, but Qin Tuo’s hand shot out and clamped around his throat, rendering him unable to make a sound.
With a slight exertion of force, Qin Tuo twisted Master Wu Jing’s head clean off his shoulders.
His face was a mask of shock, terror, and indignation, but it was now just a lone, severed head.
Then, with a casual search of the body, Qin Tuo found a mysterious cloth bundle.
Unwrapping the cloth revealed, just as he’d expected, a Thousand-year-old Ginseng that exuded a peculiar fragrance.
’This is a divine medicine a thousand years in the making! I’ve really hit the jackpot this time!’
A satisfied smile touched Qin Tuo’s lips.
This Thousand-year-old Ginseng alone made the entire trip worthwhile.
Master Wu Jing had a few other strange trinkets on his person, but they were of no use to Qin Tuo.
So, he paid them no mind, picked up the man’s severed head, and turned back toward the venue.
Some Martial Artists in the distance witnessed the scene. Their faces drained of all color, and they turned on their heels and fled.
The sight of Qin Tuo carrying Master Wu Jing’s severed head was profoundly shocking to all who laid eyes on it.
Qin Tuo walked straight up to Liao Feiying. The members of the Martial Artist Alliance hastily parted to clear a path for him.
Liao Feiying’s heart was pounding with anxiety as he desperately tried to think of an escape plan.
When he suddenly saw Qin Tuo approaching, his first instinct was to beg for mercy.
But before the words of supplication could leave his lips, he noticed the bloody, severed head of Master Wu Jing dangling from Qin Tuo’s hand.
"Oh my god! Th-th-that..."
Liao Feiying began to tremble so violently he couldn’t form a complete sentence.
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. ’How could someone like Master Wu Jing, with all his incredible powers, have been so easily... beheaded?’
Expressionless, Qin Tuo tossed Master Wu Jing’s remains in front of Liao Feiying as if he were flinging a baby chick.
THUD!
Liao Feiying’s face went white with terror, and he scrambled to his knees.
"Mr. Qin, I know I was wrong! This was all the doing of that Wu Jing Demon Path! He bewitched the Liao Family! Please, spare my life!"
Seeing him groveling like this, the onlookers all looked on with contempt. Not a single person felt any sympathy for him.
Qin Tuo sneered.
"Oh, you’re quick to shift the blame. But do you really think that will save you from a death sentence?"
There was an irrevocable finality in Qin Tuo’s voice. Liao Feiying’s heart sank into the abyss, his face a mask of utter despair.
Just then, Qiangwei and the others came over.
Seeing that Liao Feiying was captured, Qiangwei said with revulsion,
"Mr. Qin, whatever you do, don’t be soft-hearted and let this man go. You must cut the weed by the root, or he will surely become a huge problem in the future."
Qin Tuo, of course, understood this principle perfectly. He had no intention of letting Liao Feiying off the hook.
By now, Liao Feiying was so terrified he was on the verge of fainting, unable to even utter a plea for mercy.
Qin Tuo raised a hand, Spiritual Power erupting from his palm, ready to take Liao Feiying’s life!
But just then, a voice suddenly shouted from the distance.
"Mr. Qin, please stay your hand!"
Qin Tuo turned to see Huo Jianqiang rushing over in a panic.
Huo Jianqiang hurried to block Qin Tuo’s path and said earnestly,
"Mr. Qin, you can’t kill Liao Feiying!"
Qin Tuo asked, puzzled,
"Oh? And why is that? He has committed so many evil deeds. Why shouldn’t I kill him?"
Huo Jianqiang gave a bitter smile and said gravely,
"Mr. Qin, I’m saying this for your own good. If you kill Liao Feiying, his older brother will never let you get away with it."
Hearing this, Qin Tuo grew curious. Who exactly was this supposedly formidable brother of Liao Feiying’s?
Meanwhile, Huang Zhen, who was standing nearby, frowned and couldn’t help but interject.
"That’s not right. I remember Liao Feiying’s brother, Liao Feihu, died decades ago, didn’t he?"
Many of the older people present knew of this secret as well, and looks of confusion spread among them.
However, facing the crowd’s confusion, Huo Jianqiang shook his head helplessly and said,
"Let me be honest with all of you. Liao Feihu didn’t die. He went to the Capital City. Now, he’s become an Instructor there. He’s incredibly powerful, which is why you can’t kill Liao Feiying!"
An uproar swept through the crowd. They now understood that not only was Liao Feihu alive, but he had also come across some great, destiny-changing fortune.
An Instructor in the Capital City! That was a status far beyond that of the so-called Patriarchs of the great families in the Provincial City.
Suddenly, from the side, Liao Feiying couldn’t stop himself from letting out a triumphant, arrogant laugh!