bullyxtreme Chapter 7 The General's Mansion's Reaction
Chapter 7 The General's Mansion's Reaction
The General's Mansion, Study.
A middle-aged man sat behind a desk, listening to his servant's report, his face growing increasingly grim.
He was Zhao Mu, a general of the Zhao state, who commanded 30,000 imperial guards in Handan and was a very important figure in the Zhao state.
"What did you say? The assassin is dead?"
"Yes..." The servant knelt on the ground, trembling all over, "The person I sent... was frozen into an ice sculpture... in one move... just one move..."
Zhao Mu slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly.
"A master at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm was killed in a single move by a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy?"
The servant dared not raise his head: "This subordinate...this subordinate dares not lie...that young man's strength...is probably already at the Innate Realm..."
Zhao Mu fell silent.
A master of innate talent is a top-tier fighter in any country. How could a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy possibly reach that level?
"Find out his background," Zhao Mu said in a deep voice. "I need to know who he is, who his master is, and why he's in Handan City."
"yes!"
After the servants left, Zhao Mu leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples.
The person the Chief Secretary offended turned out to be a master of innate cultivation. This is troublesome.
......
On the other side, Zhao Heng lay on the couch, his neck wrapped in bandages, his face gloomy.
"Useless!" He slammed his hand on the edge of the bed. "Two cultivators at the peak of the Acquired Realm couldn't even withstand a single move!"
The guards beside him kept their heads down, not daring to speak.
"What did Father say?"
"General...the general is investigating the boy's background..."
Zhao Heng sneered: "Investigate? What good will it do? That kid is already a master of the Innate Realm. Even if I, Father, were to take action myself, I might not be able to win."
He narrowed his eyes, a sinister glint flashing within them.
"But... so what if he's a master of innate talent? He still has a weakness."
The guard looked up: "What does the young master mean...?"
"He has a mother," Zhao Heng sat up, "who is sickly and doesn't look like she'll live long. That's his Achilles' heel."
The guard's expression changed: "Young master, isn't doing this a bit too..."
"Too what?" Zhao Heng interrupted him. "He offended the General's Mansion first. Since he doesn't know what's good for him, don't blame me for being ruthless."
He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the sky outside.
"Make the arrangements; I need to see his mother."
......
Xia Bing returned home late at night.
He pushed open the door and saw his mother meditating in the yard, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mother, how was your cultivation today?"
Xia Yufang opened her eyes, a smile on her face: "Feels good, Mingyu True Qi has become a bit more solid."
"That's good." Xia Bing walked over, took her hand, and channeled a stream of Sacred Heart Qi to help her regulate her meridians.
A moment later, Xia Yufang's breathing became more stable, showing faint signs of a breakthrough.
"Mother, at this rate, you'll be able to break through to the sixth level in another ten days to half a month."
Xia Yufang nodded, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
Bing'er is becoming more and more capable. As her mother, she has become a burden.
"Bing'er...those people won't come back, will they?"
"No," Xia Bing said confidently. "Even if they come, I can handle it."
Xia Yufang hesitated for a moment, then finally just sighed.
......
As night deepened, Xia Bing sat on the rooftop, gazing at the starry sky.
In his mind, the map of the treasure chest shone brightly.
There are no more treasure chests left inside Handan City. He has also collected almost all the ordinary and silver treasure chests outside the city.
To further enhance our strength, we need to go to farther places.
But his mother was still ill, and he couldn't leave for too long.
As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a pang of heart palpitation.
This is a warning from the Sacred Heart Mantra—someone is spying on us!
Xia Bing's gaze swept across the area and landed on a small alley outside the courtyard.
There stood two dark figures.
He did not disturb the other party, but waited quietly.
A moment later, the two dark figures quietly disappeared.
Xia Bing squinted.
Another person from the General's Mansion?
It seems things won't end so easily.
......
The next morning, Xia Bing had just gotten up when she heard a knock on the door outside the courtyard.
He opened the door and saw a middle-aged woman he didn't know standing there, carrying a basket of fruit.
"Excuse me, is this Xia Yufang's house?"
Xia Bing sized her up. Her breathing was steady, her gait ordinary; she looked like an ordinary woman.
"Yes. What do you need her for?"
"I'm Aunt Li from the east side of the city. I heard Aunt Xia wasn't feeling well, so I came to visit." The woman smiled broadly. "We used to be neighbors, but we haven't seen each other for many years."
Xia Bing didn't move aside, but looked into her eyes.
"My mother didn't have a neighbor named Aunt Li."
The woman's smile froze.
"Furthermore," Xia Bing continued, "your hands don't look like those of an ordinary woman."
He was referring to the thin calluses on the woman's hands—marks left from years of wielding weapons.
The woman's expression changed, and she took a step back.
"Who...who are you?"
"That's what I should be asking you." Xia Bing stepped forward, her aura pressing down on him. "Who sent you?"
The woman gritted her teeth and did not answer.
Xia Bing shook her head and waved her hand.
The sacred heart's true energy surged forth, fixing the woman in place.
"I don't like interrogation," he said flatly. "Speak, or die, the choice is yours."
The woman's face was deathly pale, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
"It's...it's Young Master Zhao Heng...he sent me to check on...Aunt Xia's condition..."
Zhao Heng.
A hint of coldness flashed in Xia Bing's eyes.
"What does he want to know?"
"He...he wanted to confirm Aunt Xia's condition...and...where she lived..."
Xia Bing sneered.
They were definitely after the mother.
“Go back and tell Zhao Heng,” he released the woman, “if he dares to send anyone to spy on my mother again, I won’t hesitate to go to the general’s mansion and take his head.”
The woman nodded repeatedly, turned and ran, abandoning even the fruit basket.
......
Xia Yufang came out of the courtyard, her face full of worry.
"Bing'er, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, Mother." Xia Bing turned around and smiled. "Just a few petty thieves who didn't know their place."
He didn't tell his mother the truth, not wanting her to worry.
But in his heart, he had already made his decision.
Zhao Heng will not give up easily; rather than waiting passively, he should take the initiative.
Tonight, he will go to the general's mansion again.
It wasn't stealing.
It's about establishing authority.