The reason for not killing is to give others hope.
At least, the Jixia Academy did not exterminate them completely.
As long as they cooperate, the worst that can happen is that they will be controlled by the academy.
That way, they won't think about a fight to the death.
"Yan Mingshu, aren't you thinking too highly of yourself?"
Who do you think you are? And who do you think we are?
"I am an imperial censor, how dare you kill me?"
Chen Qinghe understood Yan Mingshu's thoughts.
That's why he had the confidence to stand up.
Since Yan Mingshu values his reputation, he can use that as a bargaining chip.
At least, it guarantees that everyone can escape unscathed.
If he were to confess everything, he would have no future in officialdom; being Yan Mingshu's dog would be the least of his worries.
Seeing Chen Qinghe raise questions, Yan Mingshu's smile widened.
He casually pulled out a knife and then went to Chen Qinghe.
Chen Qinghe craned his neck to look at Yan Mingshu, he didn't believe it... *chuckle*
A muffled thud was heard as the steel knife sank into Chen Qinghe's stomach.
"ah!"
Screams echoed through the banquet hall.
Yan Mingshu slowly drew his long sword, and blood spurted out.
Ignoring Chen Qinghe's interest, Yan Mingshu looked around and continued, "Quickly bring a bucket and collect this Censor's blood. We'll use it to grind ink for the esteemed officials later!"
As Yan Mingshu spoke, he picked up a bowl.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, he actually began to catch the blood flowing from Chen Qinghe's wound.
At that moment, everyone felt the malice emanating from Yan Mingshu.
Often, death is not so scary!
What's terrifying is not knowing how you'll die?
Given Yan Mingshu's abnormal behavior, who knows what he will do next?
"Lord Yan, please have someone prepare writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone!"
He Mu suppressed his fear and stepped forward to speak.
"Look at my memory, I actually forgot such an important thing!"
Yan Mingshu patted his forehead with his blood-stained hand and then said, "Your Highness, there should be enough writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones in the manor!"
"Of course it's enough!"
Even Zhou Dinglong was somewhat bewildered at this moment.
Yan Mingshu's approach is too wild.
Even if he achieves his goal, his personal reputation will definitely be ruined.
For people like this, the path to advancement is essentially cut off.
Unless he is castrated, he will take control of the Eastern Mystery Division.
Why is Yan Mingshu so indifferent to his reputation?
"By the way, gentlemen, you should write in more detail when you write it down."
I will randomly select people for questions, and if anyone misses writing anything, there will be consequences.
Yan Mingshu pulled out a piece of silk cloth from somewhere and wiped the bloodstains from his face and hands.
These words caused the powerful and influential people present to curse, but they dared not retaliate.
Chen Qinghe, who was on the ground, was exhaling more than he was inhaling.
He opened his mouth wide and squeezed out a sentence with all his might: "I...am willing...to confess!"
After saying this, Chen Qinghe's eyes rolled back and he fainted.
"unlucky!"
Yan Mingshu tossed the silk cloth out expressionlessly, then waved his hand, signaling, "Two people, come and feed the pigs in his pigsty."
In the banquet hall, many people were trembling uncontrollably.
Pigsties can often be used to dispose of corpses and cover up the crime.
They had dealt with many people using the same method.
But how can one not be terrified when the thought of this happening to oneself is so profound?
"Pavilion Master Zhang, Pavilion Master Qin, please come with me!"
After dealing with the powerful and influential, the next thing to deal with is the martial arts world of Jiangzhou.
Hearing his words, Zhang Chunxiang and Qin Ruxian breathed a sigh of relief.
In the banquet hall, everyone was writing furiously.
Zhou Dinglong inspected the area with great interest.
He also enjoys reading gossip.
Then, as he watched, he lost interest in watching.
Many things are just too disgusting.
......
Yan Mingshu stood in front, and Kong Wu stood to his right.
Zhang Chunxiang and Qin Ruxian followed closely behind.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, when Yan Mingshu stopped, the group had already arrived at the gate of the Prince of Han's mansion.
"I understand the rules of the underworld."
When you're out in the game, profit is the first thing that comes to mind.
I can understand that you are on the side of the four major families.
Considering that you have not caused us any real harm, I hereby officially announce that you may leave!
The sun will rise as usual tomorrow!
Yan Mingshu looked calmly towards the gate of the mansion.
Zhang Chunxiang and Qin Ruxian looked at each other, completely baffled as to what Yan Mingshu meant.
But Yan Mingshu gave them no chance to react. He turned around and headed straight back into the depths of the Prince of Han's mansion.
Only after Yan Mingshu and Kong Wu completely disappeared did Zhang Chunxiang and Qin Ruxian finally wake up from their daze.
The two exchanged a glance, then turned and left.
......
"Is everything done?"
Zhou Boxing looked at Yan Mingshu and asked.
"It's done!"
Yan Mingshu nodded.
"Want some more?"
Zhou Boxing raised his wine glass and said.
"good!"
Yan Mingshu picked up the wine pot, poured wine for Zhou Boxing first, and then poured himself a cup.
The old man and the young man then started drinking.
......
Overnight, the long street was covered in snow.
There are only two places that cannot be covered up.
Wan Dao Men and Ying Ke Lou.
The ruins and deep pits reminded everyone that the battle was still over.
One after another, figures filed out of the Han Prince's mansion.
The powerful and influential people of Jiangzhou all looked dejected.
Yan Mingshu did not appear in the latter half of the night, but the shadow he cast on everyone remained.
With the departure of these powerful figures, it was as if nothing had happened.
Only the caravans disappearing into the night bear witness to who the ultimate victor is.
These convoys headed south, towards Nanzhou.
The martial artists guarding these convoys were not from the Ten Thousand Blades Sect.
Taihu Pavilion and Miaoyu Tower have made their choice!
......
Three days passed quietly.
As the snowstorm subsided, rumors began to circulate.
Does anyone know who won and who lost?
"Although the bounty notices from various government offices have been withdrawn, why are the Wan Dao Sect members keeping such a low profile?"
"Do you think the Ten Thousand Blades Sect might lose?"
"If the Ten Thousand Blades Sect were to lose, the Taihu Pavilion and the Myriad Desires Pavilion wouldn't need to keep such a low profile!"
"But if the Ten Thousand Blades Sect wins, then the Taihu Pavilion and the Myriad Desires Pavilion shouldn't even exist!"
So, the two sides ended in a draw?
I think so!
Inside Tianjiang City, no matter how much the busybodies racked their brains, they couldn't figure out what had happened.
......
Tiandu, Zijinyuan.
Ling Aotian was waiting outside.
A moment later, Yu Huachun appeared and led him into the garden.
"This wicked subject, Ling Aotian, has failed the Emperor's grace by participating in the war without authorization. He deserves to die!"
Ling Aotian knelt directly in front of Zhou Zhenxiong.
After that battle, Ling Aotian set off alone towards Tiandu ahead of everyone else.
Bearing thorns to apologize is secondary.
More importantly, he sought the protection of Zhou Zhenxiong.
After all, he was now terrified by Li Fan.
That crazy and eccentric young man is someone you really shouldn't mess with.
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