Chapter Eighty-Two: A Sword Slashes Across the Gate

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Fang Zehou leaned back in his chair, expressionless.

Fang He Ling stood straight and stiffly: "Ye Qing Yu came from a noble family and looked down on everyone. From beginning to end, she saw herself as superior to others. Her son thought that instead of deliberately trying to annoy her, it was better to remain silent. This way, although he wouldn't leave an impression on her, at least he would preserve the feelings they had shared fighting side by side."

“Do you know that if Ye Qingyu spoke, our business in Yun Guo could expand a hundredfold” Fang Zehou asked.

"So she only needed one sentence to have her father completely cut off the trade routes he had so painstakingly established in Yun Guo."

Fang Zehou didn't respond: "Li Gongfeng is already prepared. You go and practice with him."

Fang He Ling turned and left.

Only when his son's noticeably thin frame disappeared did Fang Ze show a smile on his thick face.

“My son… he's all grown up!”

Three-quarter fragrance building.

I have the entire floor to myself, drinking alone here.

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He was in a brothel, but he had no woman in his arms.

Girls in thin gauze danced on a high platform, and the famous "Xinjin Gun" of Zhuang country leaned against the table.

His eyes were slightly glazed over, lost in thought.

Drink and enjoy yourself at your leisure.

Just then, Jiang Wang walked up the stairs. He was clearly stunned.

He thought that someone like Zhu Weiwei, who was so flamboyant, would be surrounded by admirers and indulge in hedonism after going to the San Fen Xiang Qi Lou. Unexpectedly, she only drank wine and watched dances.

Upon seeing the uninvited Jiang Wang, Zhu Wei's sword eyebrows shot up. He remained silent, but his aura was already imposing.

“Greetings, Senior Brother,” Jiang Wang said straight to the point. “I’m here because I have something to ask of you.”

I raise my cup and smile, "Why do you think I'd help you"

He didn't ask what was going on, nor why Jiang Wang had come to him. Because he truly didn't care.

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In this Qinghe County, there weren't many things worthy of his attention.

Jiang Wangdao: "Because you are the senior brother of Fenglin City Dao Institute, and I, Jiang Wang, am from Fenglin City Dao Institute."

Jiang Wang did not mention their camaraderie during the battle where they killed Xiong Wen, because they both understood it well. He, Jiang Wang, had been the one who benefited that time, and Zhu Wei owed him nothing.

"I bet you're thinking you're worth the wager" Wei smiled, "You think I need to bet on a new disciple like you"

Jiang Wang didn't feel the slightest humiliation of being looked down upon, because the current Zhu Wei truly had such qualifications.

He just said: "The second reason is that Lin Zhengren is a very unpleasant person. I'm busy with important matters and don't bother to deal with him anymore. But let me go and annoy him a little, it wouldn't hurt."

I remain noncommittal. With a pat on the long spear, I ask, "Are you familiar with this weapon"

"Even with all their earnings spent on weapons and light, my younger brother will never forget this."

For thirty years, it was just an ordinary piece of rotten wood lying in the forest. It was picked up by a woodcutters and taken home as firewood, but after burning for thirty years, it still hadn't burned out. A famous craftsman heard about this and bought it for ten thousand gold coins. He combined it with extraterrestrial iron to forge a long spear. This is how the story of the Everlasting Fire Spear came to be.Zhu Wei asked, "What are your thoughts after hearing this story"

“I was thinking about that woodcutter who won ten thousand gold. His end must have been unfortunate.” Jiang Wang sighed, “He suddenly had wealth of ten thousand gold, but he didn't hold onto his power.”

"Come have a drink with me," smiled Wei alone.

Early in December.

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A small boat drifted down the Green Willow River, entering the clear river and passing through the Water Gate into Wangjiang City.

Since Zhu Wei single-handedly captured the city, the City Guard has been especially vigilant about ships coming from the direction of Fenglin City.

On this light boat, there are three people. Jiang Wang, Ling He, and Zhao Ru Cheng.

He was truly here to fight this time, so naturally his two brothers had to follow. If it weren't for Du Yehu being far away in Jiujiang City, with no word from him, they wouldn't have missed this either.

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A-an was entrusted to Huang Ajian's care, so he could rest assured.

Of the three, Jiang Wang has already laid the foundation and is constructing his second Dao Wheel at a terrifying rate with the help of the Xinghe Dao Spin. Of course, this speed is terrifying only in comparison to the time it took to build the first Dao Wheel.

Now that Jiang Wang can complete four pulses per day without affecting his body, and the Star River Dao Wheel automatically generates nine Dao Yuans each day. At this rate, it will take him no more than a month to construct a second Dao Wheel.

Apart from Zhao Ruchen who is still in the opening stage, Linghe has also successfully laid its foundation.

He opened the meridian on September 19th, laid the foundation on the first day of winter (December 2nd), which happened to be the day before his departure. For a cultivator of ordinary rank Dao Meridian True Spirit, using the Guiyuan Formation Diagram for laying the foundation, the maximum speed is to complete it in forty-one days.

And Ling He was like that, laying the foundation of extreme speed under ordinary talents.

This means that his cultivation never slacked off for a single day, and Dao Yuan's movements were always successful!

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This solid, almost terrifying foundation was reflected in his combat strength. Though he had just laid the groundwork, it was already comparable to that of an average Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The three brothers entered the city and headed straight for the small courtyard where Lin Zhenglun and Song Ruyi lived.

The information about this place is not difficult to find. Of course, as Jiang Wang expected, the courtyard was empty and there wasn't a single person in sight.

Song Ruoyi's death was recorded in the records of the Wangjiang City government as suicide. However, there is no record of the whereabouts of her dowry or the reason for her suicide.

As a Daoist disciple, Jiang Wang can access this information.

Ling He and Jiang Wang separately inquired about Song Ruixi's and Lin Zhenglun's usual relationship status with their neighbors, but everyone remained tight-lipped—which only made the matter more suspicious.

Although there was something suspicious about it, the Lin family was the most prominent in Wangjiang City. If no one investigated, the matter would simply be left alone.

But there's no wall that wind can't get through.

When Zhao Rucheng went out for a walk, he came back with all the news.

How did Lin Zhenglun become the manager of the Lin family's herb business, and how did he fall to nothing, moving to this small courtyard On the day Song Ruo committed suicide, the two had a heated argument...

It's already very clear, Song Ruyi's death, Lin Zhenglun is definitely not free from responsibility.

Since Lin Zhenglun was not at home, he must be at the Lin family ancestral land.

To the east of Wangjiang City lies a vast area, all belonging to the Lin family.

A towering gatehouse stands guard at the entrance, like a city within a city.

At this time, Jiang Wang and the three others stood before the city within the city.

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“Halt!” shouted two guards from the Lin family, their eyes narrowed as they stood at the entrance.

"I'm looking for Lin Zhenglun," Jiang Wang said.

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He's not here!

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"Is that so Then I'll go take a look."

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The bodyguard flew into a rage: "Is the Lin clan's territory somewhere you can just barge into"

Zhao Rucheng sneered: "Your legs are on your grandfather's body, can you stop them just by saying so"

Both sides were on edge, ready to strike at any moment.

"Jiang Wang, have you thought this through!" A familiar figure walked out from the tribe, a sneer of unconcern on their face: "Trespassing into the Lin clan's territory is considered declaring war on the Lin family, an all-out war to the death! Even the Daoist Academy won't protect you!"

If it's not Lin Zhengli, then who is it

"So the Lin clan's ancestral home is off-limits, then If that's the case..." Jiang Wang chuckled inexplicably.

"Then you..."

He raised his brow, unsheathed his sword!

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A brilliant sword glow shot out, slicing through the air before him, carving a thin, deep fissure into the ground.

"Nobody leaves!"

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The Lin family, the first influential family in Wangjiang City.

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He was struck by a sword across the gate. within the range.However, the current sanctuary where the Sea Saint Clan lives is not the original one born from the ancient Dragonwood tree. Over a long history, the Sea Saint Clan has migrated man...