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Chapter 809: Battle for Li Chuwen’s Freedom

Chapter 809: Battle for Li Chuwen’s Freedom

"Was it you who hit my son!" Miao Jingtian’s face was exceptionally dark, as if he wanted to tear Tang Zhong apart.

"It was me." Tang Zhong sat back onto the Taishi Chair, his expression calm to the extreme, staring at Miao Jingtian ahead.

"Do you know what this place is? If you managed to defeat my son, you must be someone from the Martial Arts world, likely even a Martial Arts Master. At your age, that makes you quite the genius. But as someone from the Martial Arts world, you should never have provoked a person from my Miao Village! This is my Miao Village, not a place where you can act recklessly!" Miao Jingtian gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"Oh, I don’t want to talk much with you. Today, I’ve decided to protect Li Chuwen!" Tang Zhong said confidently.

His purpose was simple: to protect Li Chuwen and give Weiwei an explanation, that’s all.

As for anything else? He didn’t care. Why did he hit Miao Qing? He hit him, so what?

"So, you’re determined to protect her, eh? Which clan do you belong to? I’ve never seen anyone from the Martial Arts world dare to be so brazen in our Southern Border. You’re the first!" Miao Jingtian said coldly.

The people around couldn’t help but step back. As the head of the entire Miao Village, Miao Jingtian was absolutely the boss here, like a local emperor.

And yet these visitors from the city were shamelessly arrogant!

At this moment, Miao Qing had already climbed back up from the ground. He quickly ran to Miao Jingtian, ignoring the wound on his head, and shouted directly, "Dad, kill him! Don’t let him live!"

"Don’t worry, Dad will take care of this for you!" Miao Jingtian looked at Miao Qing, feeling a pang of pain. This was his only son, someone he couldn’t bear to so much as lift a finger against. Now, someone had actually hit him. He pulled out a dark pill from his pocket and said: "Eat this to stop the bleeding first!"

The pill was pitch-black!

Miao Qing’s pupils immediately lit up. "This is Grandpa’s specially crafted elixir!"

Without any hesitation, he swallowed it directly. Immediately, a faint red glow began to shimmer on his body. A miracle happened—his wounds were healing rapidly, returning to normal in no time. He then said, "Dad, don’t let this guy get away! Turn him into a Puppet and make him guard our Miao Village day and night!"

At this moment, Tang Zhong saw Miao Qing’s swift recovery and couldn’t help but praise the elixir’s miraculous nature.

Meanwhile, Miao Jingtian stared at Tang Zhong, his poisonous gaze flashing. "Boy, now let’s talk about this matter between us. I’ll ask you one last time—who is your master?"

Of course, Miao Jingtian was going to deal with Tang Zhong, but if Tang Zhong turned out to have a notable identity, his approach might change.

"Master? ...None!" Tang Zhong said calmly. "I’ve told you, today, Li Chuwen is under my protection. Whoever dares to touch her, I’ll kill them. I believe in free love—if two people are willing, all’s fine and well. But if one party isn’t willing and you try to force it, isn’t that a bit too much?"

Whoever moves dies!

The people around were stunned. None of them had expected Tang Zhong to speak like this. To actually openly talk about killing—how audacious was this guy?

"Who is Li Chuwen?" Miao Jingtian was taken aback. He didn’t know anything; he had only stormed over after being told by his guards that his son had been beaten.

Miao Qing quickly explained the entire incident. That he had seen Li Chuwen at a festival, instantly liked her, and went to her home to propose marriage. When Li Chuwen refused, he attempted to take her by force. The man standing before them was Li Chuwen’s boyfriend from the city, who had stood in their way.

Miao Jingtian, as someone who spoiled his son, grew furious at hearing the story. He turned to look at Li Chuwen’s family and sneered, "A family like this? For you to marry into my Miao Village as my son’s wife, I’d even need to consider it. And yet you have the nerve to refuse? Ha!"

Miao Jingtian looked at Li Chuwen again. "So, you’re that Li Chuwen, huh? Tell me, what makes you think my Qing’er is beneath you? He’s the young master of our Miao Village, while you’re just a commoner. What gives you the right to resist? My son taking a liking to you is your blessing, yet you’re ungrateful. Slut!"

Li Chuwen’s eyes welled with tears upon hearing this.

"Don’t cry, I’ll handle this!" Tang Zhong said, narrowing his eyes.

He had been holding back, not wanting to cause trouble as a newcomer here. His purpose was simple: to resolve Li Chuwen’s difficulties, then leave.

That’s why he had only taught Miao Qing a lesson, to make him remember it. What he hadn’t considered, though, was that a son’s behavior reflects his parent’s character.

Li Chuwen, hearing Tang Zhong’s words, said, "Forget it. I’ll agree to the marriage. Tang Zhong, you should leave. I don’t want to drag you into this. Even if you help me today, they’ll come after me as soon as you’re gone."

"Relax. If I take action, it’ll be something they’ll never forget." Tang Zhong replied.

Before Li Chuwen could respond, Miao Jingtian cut in coldly, "Go ahead, then. Let’s see how unforgettable you can make it."

"Sure!" Tang Zhong now wanted blood.

If words won’t resolve an issue, there’s no harm in resorting to violence. And if violence can’t resolve it, escalate further. Violence without bloodshed is meaningless.

"No, don’t!" Li Chuwen exclaimed, panicked as Tang Zhong actually agreed to Miao Jingtian’s challenge. "Our Miao Village is vast—this is just one village out of seventy-two. They’re all allied together. If you take on Miao Jingtian, it means going against seventy other Miao Villages. You’ll die for sure!"

In these Southern Borderlands, there were many Miao Villages—a total of seventy-two, each led by a Village Head skilled in Gu Art.

"It’s fine," Tang Zhong waved dismissively.

"No... If anything happens to you, Weiwei will be heartbroken. She doesn’t want to spend what little time she has left seeing something happen to you!" Li Chuwen cried.

Li Chuwen knew of Jiang Weiwei’s condition all too well. She had accompanied Weiwei to the hospital countless times when she fainted. Weiwei had also hinted repeatedly that she was nearing the end and urged Li Chuwen not to tell Tang Zhong, wanting him to be happy and free of worries in her final days.

Li Chuwen could no longer keep it a secret. She understood why Jiang Weiwei wanted Tang Zhong to help her this time—because Weiwei had subtly implied more than once that if she were gone, Li Chuwen should care for Tang Zhong.

Now, Li Chuwen wanted to tell Tang Zhong everything.

But when Tang Zhong heard the phrase "what little time she has left," he simply smiled and said, "Don’t worry. Weiwei will never see anything happen to me in this lifetime."

To Tang Zhong, "what little time she has left" merely referred to Weiwei’s future life. That life would be filled with nothing but happiness—happiness for an entire lifetime.

"No... It’s not like that!" Li Chuwen panicked.

But by then, Tang Zhong had already struck, delivering a thunderous palm strike. Simultaneously, he said to Li Chuwen, "I’ll take care of this quickly, then I’m leaving to find Weiwei!"

(Let’s discuss increasing the update frequency. Give me a time, and I’m ready anytime—it’s already late May now.)