All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 169 - 29 An Uneasy Death

Chapter 169: Chapter 29 An Uneasy Death

Out of caution, An Jing left most of his property in the recovery hut in the Tianyuan Realm, carrying only the vital Six Qi Lotus Platform drone on his person. The only items left in the hut were some trivial sundries, everyday household items with nothing that could give him away.

But the unabashed arrogance of his opponents truly enraged An Jing, "Thinking that without the Guardian Grandmaster or the Talisman Granting Officials able to take direct action, you can do whatever you want, huh."

He looked towards the direction of Chongyi Building, his tone calm and gentle, "I shall let you see... just who is more formidable when it comes to lawlessness."

But every wrong has a perpetrator, and every debt has a debtor, so let’s start collecting interest from Constable Chen.

At the home of Constable Chen.

The middle-aged man, who should have been at work, instead stayed home today to meditate and cultivate.

Someone knocked on the door, prompting Constable Chen to slowly end his Qi circulation and open his eyes. The wrinkles on his face seemed to have reduced somewhat, leaving him looking spirited, with lips as red as blood.

In a small bamboo tube on a stone plate beside him lay an elixir pill, already consumed.

"Come in."

He said, and a little servant dressed in rough-hewn cloth entered the hall, respectfully saying, "Lord Chen, our people didn’t catch that little rascal, and he even scattered our group."

Originally a military household from Ya Mountain, Constable Chen was reassigned back home as the conflicts died down, and after many a mishap, he somehow made it to the position of constable, with an official appointment, in Ming City.

Others admired his perseverance and hard luck story, but Constable Chen knew that it was because he had a group of ’big brothers’ backing him that he was able to smoothly sail into the Punishment and Arrest Bureau. These ’big brothers’ had influence in myriad trades and professions, with the most powerful appearing to be Chongyi Building.

At first, Constable Chen was reluctant to work with them, but after witnessing their clout, he quickly succumbed.

Yielding had its advantages. Those mysterious ’big brothers’ never allowed him to act empty-handed. Every time he cooperated and acted as an inside man or stirred up trouble, he received ample silver. For larger operations, as long as he complied, he could even obtain a substantial number of Nourishing Qi Pills and even something like the ’Blood Qi Pill’ he received today!

Although Constable Chen roughly knew how this pill was made, it was a rare resource for cultivation. Consuming it in cultivation provided several months’ worth of Inner Breath!

Though somewhat unstable, causing some dissipation and leaving him somewhat over-stimulated with side effects, these were trivial compared to the time saved!

As for its slightly disgusting origin... well, even crops use fermented dung as fertilizer. Those lowlifes, the beggars and vagabonds with no reason to exist, let’s just consider them as fertilizing waste for the crops.

In summary, after years of operation, Constable Chen had his own followers too – a bunch of beggars and lackeys, street hooligans doing dirty work, acting as his substitutes to carry out tasks for those mysterious people.

"They were that strong?"

Hearing this report, Constable Chen was somewhat incredulous, "At best his Inner Breath like Silk, and even if he used spiritual objects to break through to Inner Breath as Vast as River, how much fighting strength could he have?"

"Forget it." Thinking that geniuses did indeed exist, he couldn’t be bothered to ponder further. He waved his hand to give orders, "Bring out the crossbows, shoot his legs, and capture him for me — after all, the higher-ups didn’t say he had to be in one piece, did they? Such a genius deserves a taste of hardship!"

"After I’ve extracted what I need, hand him over to the folks at Chongyi Building. They’ve been refining some really good stuff lately; it’s about time to send them some quality materials."

In the past, Constable Chen wouldn’t have dared to be so brazen.

But with the Guardian Grandmaster gone and the government not interfering, people like him, who usually lurked in the shadows, now seemed to be able to breathe freely in the sunlight.

They were now unrestrained by any taboo!

"Yes!" Hearing these instructions, the little servant took his leave, while Constable Chen started to feel the side effects of the Blood Pill—his head grew dizzy, and both his libido and temper surged, a nameless rage burning within his body and soul, stripping away his reason.

"Endure, endure..." Constable Chen really wanted to use a Heart-cohering Talisman, but such talismans had been confiscated by Chongyi Building lately. He had no choice but to tough it out, muttering to himself, "Should’ve planned for someone to vent this on..."

Boom!

Just then, Constable Chen’s front door seemed to be hit by a massive hammer, flying inward.

And a figure wearing a strange mask and peculiar body suit strode into the hall.

"Who?!"

Malice surged in his heart, and Constable Chen’s eyes brightened, an increasing desire pushing him to his feet, ready to draw his sword and kill, "No idea which bastard it is, daring to mess with me..."

Before he could complete the thought, a piece of the broken door, like a cannonball, hurtled straight at his forehead.

Unable to think further, Constable Chen had no choice but to raise his hand to block. After all, as a martial artist nearing Inner Breath like Tide, it made no sense for him to fail to block even this...

He lost consciousness.

Constable Chen indeed blocked the fragments of the door panel. But at the same time he blocked it, that strange figure had already stepped forward, rushing at a speed faster than the broken door panel, and kicked him in the abdomen. Constable Chen’s entire train of thought was interrupted as if he was a figure in a painting being blasted against the wall of his own main hall.

Afterward, An Jing casually walked up, peeled him off the wall, tossed him onto the ground, and splashed water on his face from a nearby table to revive his dazed senses.

Noticing that there were also Blood Pills in a bamboo tube on the table, An Jing clicked his tongue, then kicked Constable Chen’s scapula to pieces, forcing him to wake up from the pain.

"Ahh—uh."

He had barely let out the first syllable when An Jing grabbed his hair and delivered a hefty slap, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, "Next, I ask, you answer."

The blood-filled eyes of An Jing burned intensely as he calmly said, "Those children, the homeless, and beggars you’ve kidnapped, where did you send them all?"

"And, who’s behind you?"

"Heh heh... ptoo! May you die a gruesome death!"

Constable Chen, thoroughly bewildered after regaining consciousness, unexpectedly remained defiant, "You attack a court official, you’re already at death’s door, do you know that! If you touch a hair on me now... Ahh ahh ahh, hmmph!"

An Jing extended his hand, his fingers like carved white jade, gently flicking, and gouged out one of his eyes, stuffing it into the mouth of this cannibal constable, forcing him to swallow it, "Continue speaking, I love to listen."

"Ahh ahh, you, who the hell are you?"

This time, it was a bloody ear.

"Lord! Lord! I really don’t know, I’m just a nobody... Ahh ahh!!"

This time, it was the front teeth.

Constable Chen’s mouth was unusually tough. He thought that An Jing truly intended to extract some information from him and wouldn’t kill him. He just needed to stay defiant, and he could hold out until his colleagues who sensed something was wrong came to the rescue.

But this time, he had miscalculated.

Because, from the very beginning, An Jing never intended to reason.

And most importantly, he wasn’t actually here to interrogate. He came here to kill.

If Constable Chen answered, he could spare himself from consuming parts of his own body.

If he didn’t answer...

Ha ha, An Jing would derive pleasure.

—Love eating Blood Pills? If you love them, have a feast on your own produce.

So in the end, the only one who could collapse was Constable Chen.

After some time.

"Spare my life, spare my life!"

The unrecognizably human figure, drenched in blood, Constable Chen wailed, "I’ll talk, I’ll talk, I handed all those people over to the Chongyi Building’s merchant train, but I truly don’t know where they went, just kill me quickly, please..."

An Jing didn’t grant him a quick death.

The Evil Qi of the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban is the Metallic Evil of Geng Gold, pure yang within metal, forged by fire from iron, born to destroy and execute, operating on spilled blood.

Even the Seven Fiend, bound by Heavenly Mandate, feels its scorching weight. For ordinary owners of Fate Patterns, accommodating it is simply torture.

He injected a stream of Taibai Fiend Qi into Constable Chen’s body—not Heavenly Mandate, nor a Fate Pattern—and Constable Chen, who had no Essence Qi like Tide at his peak, suddenly couldn’t even make a sound.

His flesh and blood boiled and shattered, cut into mincemeat by threads of Taibai Fiend Qi as sharp as blades, slicing from the smallest areas.

As Constable Chen wished, he died. Just not very peacefully.

But An Jing can guarantee, Constable Chen had no objections to this.