Free Web NovelChapter 32: Chapter 32: Setting Out
That night, riding this momentum, Han Yuan ground his Mountain-Breaking Fist to the Great Success stage.
The strength in his arms increased significantly, and his vitality grew by a considerable amount.
His understanding of the Mountain-Breaking Fist was now like that of a Veteran Boxer who had practiced it for a lifetime.
But Han Yuan wasn’t satisfied.
He had to grind his Mountain-Breaking Fist to the Perfection stage before Gao Yuan came for him!
...
Another ten days or so passed.
During this time, Qingshui County seemed to have quieted down a little.
Han Yuan’s daily life fell into a strict routine; he was either at home or at the County Yamen.
Every day, he frantically ground his Mountain-Breaking Fist.
He did this not only at home, but also in the storeroom of the County Yamen.
Besides eating and sleeping, his every waking moment was spent practicing the Mountain-Breaking Fist.
After reaching the Body Tempering realm, his stamina and energy had soared. Combined with his terrifying, fanatical willpower, he endured the tedious and monotonous Cultivation.
As a Third-Class Boxing Skill, the moves and routines of the Mountain-Breaking Fist weren’t complex. Under Han Yuan’s insane grinding, his proficiency level skyrocketed.
In these days, Han Yuan was nothing short of a Cultivation machine.
The only thing that kept him going was the ever-changing numbers on his system panel.
In the courtyard, Han Yuan threw a punch.
A fierce gust of wind howled from his fist.
The next moment.
Han Yuan felt the muscles in his arms swell wildly as his vitality surged.
The searing, tearing pain in his muscles and tendons returned.
But Han Yuan, long accustomed to such agony, didn’t even flinch.
After a long while.
Han Yuan finally exhaled a breath of foul air.
He opened his system panel.
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Mountain-Breaking Fist: Perfection (Divine Power)
Divine Power: Innate divine power in both arms, strength far exceeding that of an ordinary person.
The Mountain-Breaking Fist was inherently a Fierce Fist Technique, so the Martial Arts Divine Power it formed upon reaching Perfection was naturally just as ferocious.
’Divine Power...’
Han Yuan flexed the muscles in his arms.
His arms instantly swelled, veins bulging like ferocious dragons and pythons. His muscles bulged in great masses, as if carved from stone.
The feeling of power was so exhilarating that Han Yuan couldn’t help but throw his head back and roar at the sky!
...
「Two days later, at dawn.」
Gao Yuan sent a Government Official to summon Han Yuan.
"That matter I spoke to you about... we have a lead."
"We’re making our move today... After it’s done, take the person to the ruined temple outside the city."
"I’ll head over later."
Gao Yuan said softly.
Han Yuan nodded impassively. "I understand."
"Go on."
"Don’t feel pressured."
"If everything goes smoothly, no one will get hurt."
Gao Yuan said in a low voice.
Han Yuan took his leave and departed.
He went home, changed into plain clothes, put on a light disguise and a Conical Hat, and left the city.
His target, of course, was the wife and child of Tan Bingren, the Vice Gang Leader of the Cyan Sand Gang.
Tan Bingren was well aware of the dangers of the Martial World, so he had always kept his wife and child hidden in a small town near Qingshui County.
But in the end, Gao Yuan still managed to find them.
Han Yuan hurried to the town and found the residence of Tan Bingren’s wife and child—a secluded, two-story wooden building.
As Han Yuan drew near, several men emerged silently.
"Stop. What’s a kid like you doing here?"
A man with a fierce gaze sized Han Yuan up and demanded coldly.
His name was Zhou Bao, and he had been assigned by Tan Bingren specifically to protect his family.
"Just passing by, just passing by."
Han Yuan feigned a timid, apologetic smile.
"Passing by?"
Zhou Bao found Han Yuan’s presence suspicious and had no intention of letting him go.
"He’s lying. Get him."
At once, the men behind him charged at Han Yuan.
"Was that really necessary?"
Han Yuan shook his head and threw a punch at the foremost man.
BANG!
It seemed he hadn’t controlled his strength well.
The man let out a wretched scream as his entire chest exploded. He was sent flying backward, crashing into the men behind him.
Zhou Bao’s expression changed drastically.
But in the next instant.
A hand rested lightly on his shoulder.
"I told you I was just passing by."
"And still you provoked me."
Han Yuan shook his head, grabbed Zhou Bao’s head, and slammed it viciously against the nearby wall.
BOOM!!
The entire wall exploded into pieces.
Zhou Bao’s head exploded like a crushed tomato.
After finishing off the remaining men, Han Yuan pulled out a black cloth to mask his face and walked into the wooden building.
Tan Bingren’s wife was just an ordinary woman. She was huddled in a corner, clutching a child.
"Don’t worry, I mean you no harm."
Han Yuan smiled faintly and knocked them both unconscious.
Soon.
A horse-drawn carriage arrived at the wooden building.
"The tool is in the carriage."
"Are you really making your move tonight?"
The coachman was none other than the portly Master, Zhang Hu.
"Of course."
Han Yuan placed Tan Bingren’s wife and child into the carriage, then retrieved a long, rectangular wooden box.
"This saber is called Cold Blade. The County Magistrate spent five hundred taels of silver to have someone bring it back from the County Town."
Zhang Hu mentioned.
"Five hundred taels of silver? Looks like Magistrate Zheng really spared no expense."
Han Yuan chuckled.
"He’s putting it all on the line."
"I hope you succeed."
"Otherwise, I’ll be fleeing to the County Town tonight."
Zhang Hu said, wishing him well.
"Don’t worry. I guarantee you won’t have to flee."
Han Yuan laughed heartily.
Seeing Han Yuan’s arrogant yet confident demeanor, Zhang Hu couldn’t help but feel a flicker of confidence himself.
"Then I’ll be on my way." Zhang Hu nodded and jumped down from the carriage.
Han Yuan immediately took the reins and drove the carriage out of town.
’This fellow... he’s a true madman.’
Zhang Hu watched the carriage recede into the distance and couldn’t help but sigh.
.....
If you’re going to put on an act, you have to commit.
This was a principle Han Yuan always lived by.
After bringing Tan Bingren’s wife and child to the ruined temple on the outskirts of Qingshui County.
Han Yuan took out a prepared sleeping potion and administered it to them. Then, he opened the rectangular wooden box.
A long saber, gleaming with a cold light, appeared before his eyes.
Han Yuan picked up the long saber.
The long saber resembled a Yanling Saber. It was about four feet long with a slightly curved blade.
Han Yuan swung it a few times.
With each swing of the blade, a chill filled the air.
It was truly a fine, rare blade.
There was also a plain scabbard inside the box.
Han Yuan sheathed the saber, tossed the wooden box aside, and then began to wait, calming his mind and spirit.
In the blink of an eye, the sky grew dark.
RUMBLE~~~
Suddenly, the sky was filled with flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder.
Soon.
Han Yuan heard the patter of rain on the roof tiles.
He stood up and went to the entrance of the ruined temple.
Not far away.
A tall, thin figure wearing a Conical Hat was striding this way, braving the downpour.
"This downpour couldn’t have come at a worse time."
Gao Yuan stepped into the ruined temple and took off his Conical Hat.
He was dressed in black clothes and boots, his body spattered with mud and water.
"Chief Constable, this is Tan Bingren’s wife and child."
Han Yuan said softly.
"Well done."
Gao Yuan saw the unconscious woman and the seven- or eight-year-old child and nodded in satisfaction.
Han Yuan, standing by Gao Yuan’s side, was secretly observing him.
He had captured Tan Bingren’s wife and child precisely to gain Gao Yuan’s trust.
This way, Gao Yuan would lower his guard.
And now was the perfect time.
Without a shred of hesitation, Han Yuan’s muscles tensed. With the greatest speed he had ever mustered, he drew the Cold Blade and slashed viciously at Gao Yuan’s neck.
