bullyxtreme Chapter 29 Another Cult
Chapter 29 Another Cult
Chang Yuan left Gongfang Town and headed straight for Zhangde Prefecture.
He already knew that Master Zhang's name was Zhang Duanxu, that he had passed the imperial examination many years ago and had served as an official in another province for decades.
Although a successful candidate in the imperial examinations could only start as an instructor, he actually rose through the ranks to become a prefect.
Although he was dismissed from his post, he remained a powerful figure in Zhangde Prefecture after returning to his hometown. Even Master Zhang's residence was located next to the prefectural government office.
If it drags on until tomorrow, news of what happened in Gongfang Town will reach the prefectural city, and Master Zhang will guess that someone is trying to get back at him.
Whether Master Zhang Duanxu escapes or hires a large number of guards, it will make it difficult for Chang Yuan to find an opportunity to strike.
Even if it's just to satisfy his own desires, Chang Yuan still has to deal with Master Zhang overnight.
We cannot leave problems unresolved until later, allowing them to become persistent and insidious problems.
At night, Zhangde City resembles a giant tomb, with no lights on the city walls and none of the hustle and bustle of the workshop town.
Chang Yuan climbed over the city wall and walked on the deserted streets, where it was so quiet he could hear his own heartbeat.
There weren't even streetlights on the streets of Changde Prefecture.
The pale, weak moonlight barely outlined the contours of houses, shops, and streets.
Chang Yuan stood in a narrow alley, his body and mind completely immersed in the darkness.
He had completely changed his clothes and was now wearing a dark gray coarse cloth outfit that he had picked up casually in the workshop town.
The revolver at his waist was stored in the gourd space, leaving his hands empty, but his fingers were slightly bent, as if he were holding a short knife.
As he adjusted his state, his breathing became long and shallow, and his heartbeat gradually slowed to less than 50 beats per minute. Even if someone walked past him, they might not notice that there was someone there.
Although he had been practicing martial arts at Zhang Defu's place for more than half a month, he stayed at Changhui Martial Arts School every day and never wandered around the streets.
For his own safety, Chang Yuan did not rush to take action.
Instead, it was like wandering around the city, circling the streets, familiarizing oneself with the streets and buildings, and slowly approaching the government office and the target mansion.
He memorized the layout of the city, remembering every intersection, every possible obstacle, and every foothold for scaling walls and over buildings.
Most importantly, he memorized the routes of each patrol of soldiers and watchmen, as well as the intervals between patrols.
Based on the intelligence he had gathered, Chang Yuan planned out a retreat route and even walked it himself to ensure that he could climb over the city wall and escape from the prefectural city in time.
It wasn't until 3 a.m., when people were in their deepest sleep, that he quietly approached Mr. Zhang's mansion.
A pair of majestic stone lions stand in front of the mansion.
The vermilion gate was tightly closed, and a plaque above the gate read "Zhang Residence".
When Chang Yuan saw these two words, his heart stirred slightly, but he couldn't grasp the fleeting inspiration and could only choose to give up.
He could hear the snoring coming from behind the door from the front door, confirming the presence of the doorman.
To kill or not?
After a second's hesitation, Chang Yuan made up his mind: "I won't kill anyone intentionally, but I also won't leave myself with any future problems!"
He communicated with the porcelain gourd through his mind and took out two short knives from the gourd's space. The hilts of the knives appeared precisely in the palms of his hands.
He tossed the short knife around, and it stuck it into the wall next to the gate, forming a climbing staircase.
Chang Yuan jumped high, using the hilt of the short knife for leverage, and nimbly and silently vaulted over the wall without disturbing the gatekeeper who was sleeping by the gate.
Having confirmed that his actions had not been exposed, Chang Yuan did not make things difficult for the gatekeeper and disappeared into the shadows in a flash.
According to the training of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, these luxurious mansions all had fixed layouts.
Following the techniques he had been taught, he walked through the halls and doors until he reached the third courtyard, where he found Master Zhang's room.
To Chang Yuan's surprise, it was already 3 a.m., and Mr. Zhang was still awake.
His room was brightly lit, and several people were talking loudly inside.
There were even armed guards standing at the door of the room, and they were highly elite armed personnel.
Having come this far, there's no turning back now.
Chang Yuan once again took out the short knife from the gourd space, gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, felt the coolness of the metal, and took the opportunity to concentrate his mind. The word "precision" locked onto the two guards at the same time.
He raised both arms high above his shoulders, leaned his body backward like a bow, and then suddenly swung two short knives forward.
Whoosh!Whoosh!
Because they weren't professional throwing knives, the two short knives made a piercing sound when they were thrown.
The two armed guards reacted immediately; one drew his sword from his waist, while the other tried to dodge the attack by moving sideways.
But it was too late.
The moment they reacted, the two daggers had already struck.
The guard on the left had his throat pierced; the blade was completely submerged in his throat, and even the tip of the blade was protruding from the back of his neck.
The guard's eyes widened, but because his cervical vertebrae had been severed, his whole body went limp uncontrollably, and he was thrown backward by the impact of the short knife.
The guard on the right fared even worse; he was targeted between the eyebrows, and the dagger pierced his skull, penetrating deep into his brain.
He didn't utter a sound, and collapsed to the ground like a deflated punctured sack.
In just half a second, the guards at Master Zhang's door were eliminated without making much of a commotion.
But to Chang Yuan's dismay, someone inside Master Zhang's room shouted, "Oh no! Someone's attacking!"
He didn't understand how the other person had noticed, but he hadn't thought about it.
Now that they knew the other person was in the room, the "Precision" skill was successfully activated, instantly locking onto the person's throat, heart, and brow.
Chang Yuan estimated the distance but lacked confidence in his own wrist strength, so he rushed out of the shadows and ran towards the door of Master Zhang's room.
The courtyard, which is more than ten meters wide, can be crossed in just three steps by Chang Yuan.
Just as the other party opened the door from the inside, Chang Yuan was less than three meters away from the door, and he once again threw out two short knives.
Under the light of the room, two beams of silver light simultaneously entered the man's brow and heart.
Before the man was completely dead, Chang Yuan shoved him aside and rushed into the room.
The moment he entered, Chang Yuan frantically swung his hands, throwing a series of short knives at the figure he saw.
Only two of the short swords received the attribute bonus and accurately pierced the target's brow.
The other three short swords merely struck the enemy randomly, and one of them even missed completely, hitting the wall with a clanging sound.
In the blink of an eye, two people died, three were injured, and only one person was unharmed.
Chang Yuan scanned the room and confirmed the location and identity of the injured person.
First, deliver a "precise" stab to two of them to end their suffering.
At the same time, he stabbed the chubby, imposing old man three times, completely depriving him of his ability to move.
Finally, he faced the person who had dodged his attack, drawn the longsword from beside the chair, instantly dispelled the smell of alcohol, and prepared for battle.
Chang Yuan asked in a deliberately hoarse voice, "Who are you?"
The man stared at Chang Yuan with bloodshot eyes, looking at the room full of dead and wounded: "That's a question I should be asking you!"
"Who are you?"
"Why do you dare to be an enemy of my Sun Moon Holy Sect?"
Chang Yuan was stunned when he heard this. A cult?
Did a dismissed official collude with a cult?
Good heavens, is the Ming Dynasty rotten to the core?