Yunxiu blushed and dared not retort.
Bian Lang put down his teacup and said with a smile, "Lord Li, I've finished my tea. I have other important matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."
"You killed my son and think you can just walk away like that?" Li Meng's voice was as cold as ice.
Bian Lang turned to Yun Xiu and asked, "Did I pat my butt?"
Yunxiu shook her head blankly.
"I'm not joking with you," Li Meng roared.
Bian Lang clicked his tongue and said, "So this is how you put on airs as an official? What a powerful official you are! I'm so scared I don't even know how to breathe."
With a wave of his hand, Li Meng summoned more than a dozen constables who rushed in, wielding broadswords and exuding murderous intent.
Yunxiu's family was trembling with fear.
Since ancient times, the common people have never fought against the officials, not for any other reason than that they simply cannot win.
That's why those chivalrous heroes who could kill corrupt officials became great heroes in the eyes of ordinary people.
"Take it down." Li Meng stopped pretending.
This is the government office. Taking down Bian Lang will be a piece of cake. Then we can kill him to avenge my beloved son, so that he can rest in peace in the afterlife.
The constables, swords in hand, slowly approached Bian Lang.
Bian Lang remained seated and chuckled, "Let me give you a heads-up: for the sake of your families, you'd better put down your knives and go home right now."
"Damn it." The constable at the front was a bit older, around forty years old, but he had the cultivation of a Nascent Soul cultivator. No wonder he was walking in front and dared to swear.
This man struck first, and the other constables followed suit. When they slashed at Bian Lang with their knives, they did not hesitate for a moment, and there was no pity in their eyes.
Serving under Li Meng, he must have committed many acts of indiscriminate killing.
You might feel guilty about killing innocent people the first time, but you'll get used to it after a while.
For these constables, killing an innocent person was easier than killing a chicken.
"There's no cure." Bian Lang sighed softly, flipped his right palm, and unleashed a surge of palm force that swept up the group of constables and sent them hurtling outside.
A series of bangs followed, then deathly silence.
Li Meng snapped out of his shock and rushed outside, only to see that the group of constables were all dead, their brains splattered everywhere.
That Nascent Soul cultivator was no exception.
Bian Lang had already come out of the main hall and asked with a smile, "Lord Li, how powerful was my palm strike?"
“You…” Li Meng’s eyes were filled with fear, his tongue trembled, and he was unable to speak.
Yunxiu and her family followed behind Bian Lang. Seeing the fate of those constables, they felt a sense of satisfaction, but even more so, fear.
Bian Lang looked at his right palm and said, "Lord Li, I imagine you have plundered a lot of the people's wealth over the years. Now, you only need to take out 10,000 high-grade spirit stones to buy your life."
“I am an official appointed by the imperial court. If you kill me, Your Majesty…” Li Meng could not produce ten thousand high-grade spirit stones, so he could only use the Empress’s name to scare Bian Lang.
Bian Lang asked with a smile, "Does the Empress know about the evil deeds you've committed?"
Li Meng was speechless after being choked.
If the Empress knew what he had done in the Zi Ning Palace, she would probably have sent him to the executioner's block long ago.
Originally, as long as Bian Lang was eliminated, he could continue to be his local tyrant. Who would have thought that Bian Lang's strength would be so terrifying?
Bian Lang is at least at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, capable of killing a Nascent Soul cultivator with a single palm strike.
Li Meng knew he had truly angered Death this time.
"Since there are no spirit stones, then I'm sorry." Bian Lang raised his hand again.
Li Meng hurriedly said, "Wait, I..."
But Bian Lang had already swung his palm, the force of which was like a knife, easily slicing open Li Meng's throat.
Li Meng stared wide-eyed, clutching his throat with both hands, but still couldn't stop the blood from gushing out.
"My benefactor, what you have done for us..." Yunxiu's eyes were red, and two lines of tears quickly dripped down her chin.
Bian Lang took out some spirit stones and forced them into Yun Xiu's hands, saying, "Live well."
Yunxiu refused to accept the spirit stones no matter what, but she couldn't win against Bian Lang and had no choice but to accept them.
Li Meng's death quickly spread throughout the city.
At first, the people were shocked and couldn't believe the news was true. But after it was confirmed, the whole city went into a frenzy of celebration.
Over the years, Li Meng had exploited them to the point of near collapse. Now that Li Meng has been killed, their lives will surely improve gradually.
However, no one can guarantee that the newly appointed prefect will not be a second Li Meng, or even a more terrifying figure than Li Meng.
After teleporting Yunxiu's family several times, Bian Lang parted ways with them and headed straight for the capital.
The capital city is bustling with activity.
This excitement has lasted for several days.
Several circuses came to the city and were performing everywhere.
The people are very enthusiastic. Even if they have seen it before, they still can't help but go and support it whenever they pass by.
As Bian Lang walked along, he encountered several circus performances.
"Master Bian, my young lady requests your presence." Someone suddenly blocked Bian Lang's path.
Bian Lang frowned and asked, "Who is your young lady?"
"Miss Shen," the man replied with a smile, very politely.
Heavy as a grain of rice?
Bian Lang originally intended to go to the palace to find Shangguan Hongyu, but since this place was far from the palace but very close to the Shen residence, it wouldn't hurt to go there first.
Upon arriving at the Shen residence, Shen Ruhui had already prepared tea and refreshments.
She was very happy to see Bian Lang again.
But Bian Lang could tell that this happiness was feigned, and the sadness hidden beneath it was impossible to conceal.
“Brother Bian, I never dreamed that our Empress would be your long-lost wife.” Shen Ruhui’s words came from the bottom of her heart.
Bian Lang laughed and said, "I didn't expect that either."
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