The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Chapter 117 Jiangcheng 46 Jiang Xunzhi is also a young master

As soon as Wen Li stepped out the door, Second Master surrounded her, sticking out his tongue and circling around her incessantly.

"Why are you so happy, Second Master?"

The sun was shining brightly that day, its rays warming my skin.

Wen Li knelt down and stroked Second Master Jiang's head: "Second Master Jiang, once everything is over, your grandpa will take you to eat and drink the best food in the world. I'll build you a big house and give you the best elixirs in the world so you can live for hundreds of years..."

Wen Li picked up the Second Master and strode forward. The Second Master, held in her arms, stopped moving and instead stuck out his tongue, looking ahead with a smug expression.

Holding the not-so-small dog in her arms, Wen Li didn't find it troublesome at all. After so many years of struggle, she finally had a result, and she felt incredibly relieved.

The answer is that the Jiang family are good people, just as the mother said, and good people would not do such a thing that harms the world.

With her inner conflict resolved, Wen Li's spiritual energy suddenly became even more abundant.

She vaguely felt that her cultivation had improved a lot.

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Almost all the disciples and followers of the Zhao family were present at the Zhao family's martial arts training ground.

The Zhao family holds a general election every three years to select some outstanding members to send to the capital.

Staying under the emperor's nose naturally offers a better future than staying in Jiangcheng.

Aunt Song, Wen Mingzhu, and Xie Xiao were also invited to watch the excitement.

As the sun set and the competition ended, Zhao Sicheng stood on the high platform, his clothes fluttering, full of vigor and confidence.

"Our Zhao family has only been in the capital for ten years, and the reason we have been able to gain a foothold here is because of our demon-hunting skills. Every move you have learned is the result of my grandfather Zhao Xiu's decades of painstaking research and self-created swordsmanship. In the future, when you enter the capital, you must train even more diligently and assiduously, and not let down the Zhao family's cultivation of you. Subdue demons and uphold justice!"

"Exterminate demons and monsters, uphold righteousness!"

The Zhao family disciples were all full of confidence and high morale.

Suddenly a gust of wind swept through, causing everyone and everything in the training ground to fall over.

The tables, chairs, wooden frames, and weapons on the field were all blown to the ground.

"what happened?"

"Could it be a monster?!"

The wind was so strong that people couldn't open their eyes; it was eerily strong, yet there was no trace of demonic energy around them, and the crowd began to panic.

Aunt Song gripped her sword tightly and looked around. Neither Shen Yingsi nor Wen Li were present today. Those two were always acting strangely, so their absence today wasn't surprising.

This selection process is quite a big deal, and it's strange that Zhao Wenbai has been nowhere to be seen all day. Could it be that he anticipated his enemies would come knocking and is hiding out of fear?

Wen Mingzhu quietly tugged at Aunt Song's sleeve and hid behind her: "Aunt Song, is there any danger?"

Aunt Song patted Wen Mingzhu's hand reassuringly, opened her mouth, and left a sentence in Wen Mingzhu's expectant gaze.

"Auntie doesn't know, but Auntie has to go now."

Before Wen Mingzhu could hear what was said, the person in front of her had already disappeared. When she turned her head, she only saw Aunt Song's back as she fled on her sword.

"Aunt Song..."

Wen Mingzhu was at a loss, but Xie Xiao next to her spoke up: "Why did Aunt Song leave?"

Wen Mingzhu shook her head and turned her gaze back to the high platform.

On the stage, Zhao Sicheng drew his sword, looked around, and shouted, "Everyone, stay calm! Even if it's a monster, if it dares to come to my Zhao family, I, the young master, will make sure it doesn't leave alive!"

"puff!"

A boy's clear laughter rang out in the air, and everyone looked up, but still couldn't find the source of the sound.

"A bunch of idiots, your grandpa's right here."

Before anyone could react, a young man dressed in flowing white robes suddenly appeared behind Zhao Sicheng. The young man appeared out of thin air and kicked Zhao Sicheng off the stage.

"Ugh!"

The person was dressed in white, with long hair tied into a high ponytail with a red ribbon, the hem of their clothes and strands of hair fluttering freely in the wind.

Unfortunately, this arrogant and unruly young man was wearing a mask, revealing only his delicate chin and rosy lips.

The mask features a pair of large eyes and a wide-open mouth underneath, making it look particularly endearing.

"Tch, is this all the young master is capable of? Your Zhao family is truly overrated."

Zhao Sicheng quickly stood up and swung his sword behind him, but the man had already anticipated his move and swiftly dodged his sword.

Zhao Sicheng gritted his teeth in anger, clasped his hands together, and the sword in his hand flew into the air. As he chanted the spell, the sword suddenly transformed into several swords, surrounding the person in front of him.

"One thought, ten thousand swords; ten thousand swords return to one."

Seeing Zhao Sicheng use this trick, the white-robed youth curled his lip and mocked, "I'm really curious what the relationship is between your grandfather, whose brain is covered in shit, and the Jiang family? Where did a mere merchant learn these techniques?"

Stealing knowledge? The Jiang family?

That Jiang family?

Everyone was startled, but they just thought the kid on stage was talking nonsense.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you ignorant brat?"

Seeing his anger, the boy found it ridiculous and turned to the crowd, saying loudly, "Your Zhao family was the Demonic Sect Yu Zhe Sect hundreds of years ago. After hiding your identity for hundreds of years, your grandfather created the Zhao family's current swordsmanship by secretly learning the swordsmanship of the Jiang family in the South China Sea and combining it with his own demonic cultivation. However, only your grandfather knows exactly how he stole it."

Upon hearing this, the people below the stage began to murmur amongst themselves. Many prominent families from Jiangcheng had come today, and naturally, there were plenty who wanted to see the Zhao family make a fool of themselves.

Zhao Sicheng realized what was happening: "My grandfather has absolutely no connection with that infamous Jiang family. Where did you come from, brat, daring to insult my grandfather? Today I will tear you to pieces!"

"Whether it's true or false, anyone with a brain can check it out themselves."

As he spoke, he gently turned his wrist, and the sword swirling around the boy swiftly thrust into the center.

"Host!"

Sometimes Si Xiaxia really wanted to crawl into her host's brain to see what kind of thought process she had!

First, they were determined to find Peach Blossom Lane no matter what. They didn't stop even after returning to the manor. While everyone was on the back mountain, they searched the Zhao family's house thoroughly, from the ancestral hall to the outhouse!

She thought the old man was finally going to stop since she hadn't found anything, but then he went straight into the jade pendant space halfway there.

He soon became angry and told her that the techniques and moves recorded in the Zhao family's library were extremely similar to those of Yu Zhezong recorded in the space.

Si Xiaxia became angrier and angrier as she looked at Wen Li. How could she have turned out like this and come to someone else's stage like this!

If this ancestor had focused even half his energy on the protagonist, the mission might have been completed long ago.

The boy in the middle had a slight smile on his lips, looking very excited.

Just now, her spiritual energy had surged, and Zhao Sicheng, this young master, was no match for her.

With so many people in the audience, now's the perfect time to show off!

She clapped her hands, and the spiritual power that erupted from her body instantly shattered all the swords formed from the surrounding spiritual energy, leaving only the original sword in front of her.

Wen Li looked at Zhao Sicheng smugly, her eyes filled with obvious mockery.

Zhao Sicheng was clearly caught off guard, but Wen Li wouldn't give him another chance.

"Idiot, this is how you use this trick."

Wen Li didn't use her own sword, but instead grabbed an ordinary sword and made it float in front of her chest.

"One thought, ten thousand swords; ten thousand swords return to one."

Several swords formed from spiritual energy flew towards Zhao Sicheng, who gripped the swords and attempted to shatter them with his spiritual power.

Unfortunately, there were too many swords, and the opponent's spiritual power was obviously much higher than his, so he had no choice but to dodge the swords.

What's even more annoying is that these swords actually chase after him, attacking him in countless numbers, leaving him overwhelmed and in a sorry state.

Wen Li stood to the side, tilting her head and teasing, "Oh my, such a big family, how come the young master is so weak! It's really worrying for your Zhao family to be so weak."

Zhao Sicheng was a little angry, but fortunately the people below the stage reacted and rushed onto the stage.

Wen Li immediately stepped forward and kicked the person down several times. Then, she stopped teasing Zhao Sicheng and went straight forward with her sword.

Before Zhao Sicheng could break free from the several swords in front of him, the swords suddenly disappeared, and the white-clad youth in front of him swung his sword at him.

The two swords clashed repeatedly in the air, and Wen Li had to keep an eye on the restless figures below the stage from time to time.

Wen Li clasped her hands together, the ghost talisman in her palms burned out, and the sword energy struck Zhao Sicheng, throwing him off the stage.

Blood spilled from Zhao Sicheng's mouth, and the people around him quickly caught him and helped him up. Wen Mingzhu and Xie Xiao also stood behind him.

Everyone drew their swords and stared warily at the stage.

Wen Mingzhu asked softly, "Brother Sicheng, is this person an enemy of your family?"

Before Zhao Sicheng could answer, the boy on the stage spoke up.

"You cultivate in a honey pot all day long, and the number of demons you've killed is probably less than a tenth of mine. Young Master? Don't tell me that your position as Young Master and the current status of your Zhao family were achieved by stepping on other people's corpses."

"Bullshit! Where did you come from, brat, daring to be here..."

Before Zhao Sicheng could finish speaking, a sword slashed past his ear and plunged into the ground.

"My name is Jiang Xunzhi, and I am also a young master. Just wait, next time we meet, you will all have to kowtow and apologize to me."