Cultivating in Different Professions

Chapter 145: Chapter 112: Night Raid

"What would I do with your life?"

Su Mu said calmly, "I’m aware of the situation. Go home and wait for news."

"Sir—"

Shen Yizhi wanted to say more.

"I said, go home and wait for news."

Su Mu’s voice was deep, carrying an imposing presence without a hint of anger.

"Yes."

Shen Yizhi sighed inwardly and walked out, feeling helpless. His stooped figure looked exceptionally old and pitiful from behind.

Shen Yizhi knew that besides Su Mu, Chen Song was the only one at the Fourth Stage of Body Tempering in the East City Bureau, and his whereabouts were currently unknown.

The remaining constables were mostly at the First or Second Stage of Body Tempering, a far cry from the strength of the culprits.

It was understandable that Su Mu was hesitating. No matter how strong he was, he couldn’t possibly lead a ragtag mob to victory against forty experts.

Being told to go home and wait for news meant that, in all likelihood, there would be no follow-up.

’Looks like my only option is to sell the family assets and hire the Golden Wind Tower,’ he thought. ’I just wonder how many people the Shen Family’s entire fortune can buy me from the Golden Wind Tower.’

「 ... 」

「Night fell.」

The East City Bureau was still brightly lit.

No one noticed that Su Mu, who had been reviewing documents in his office, had left at some unknown time.

Yu Xiujiang and the other constables all assumed Su Mu had returned to the rear courtyard. They didn’t pay it much mind and continued with their duties.

At that moment, under the cover of night in the East City District, a figure leaped swiftly from rooftop to rooftop.

Not long after, Su Mu vaulted over the Outer City wall and appeared outside Wuling City.

The lands outside the city were fraught with danger at night. Not only were there bandits and robbers, but one might even encounter demonic beasts.

However, with Su Mu’s current strength, as long as he didn’t stray too far from the city, ordinary dangers could no longer harm him.

Once outside the city, Su Mu completely unleashed his power. His physical strength exploded forth. With a single step, the ground beneath his feet cracked as he launched himself several dozen feet forward, as if riding the clouds.

He was running, yet it looked as if he were flying.

The wind WHOOSHED past his ears, and Su Mu even felt a sensation of having left the ground entirely.

Thanks to the formidable physique granted by the Body Tempering Extreme Realm, even without having specifically trained in any lightness skills, Su Mu’s speed far surpassed that of an ordinary Body Tempering Realm Martial Artist.

A small squirrel foraging by the roadside suddenly felt a gust of wind. A black shadow flashed before its eyes. It looked up, bewildered, but its field of vision was empty.

’Did I just see a ghost?’

The nut clutched in the little squirrel’s paws went PLOP as it fell to the ground. The next moment, its face a mask of terror, it turned and fled into the woods.

Su Mu continued to unleash his power wantonly. By the time the moon was high in the sky, he had already arrived at the valley Shen Yizhi had described.

The mountains in the eastern suburbs of Wuling City, like those in the southern suburbs, were all part of the eight-hundred-li Daxing Mountain Range.

This area was the outermost edge of the Daxing Mountain Range. Even the nearest City Defense Army supply point was over ten li away.

When Su Mu reached the valley, he saw several dozen people busily packing their things. From the looks of it, they were about to leave.

Su Mu’s heart stirred. ’It’s a good thing I came tonight. If they had run off, finding them again in this vast world would have been no easy task.’

’Vigorous qi and blood, disciplined movements... these people are well-trained.’

Su Mu mused to himself as he lay prone on the mountaintop, watching the busy crowd below.

These people were extremely cautious. Even in the dead of night, they still wore colorful masks that covered their faces, leaving only their eyes exposed.

Su Mu’s gaze swept over the crowd, finally landing on a corner of the valley.

A dozen or so rough wooden stakes stood there, with a person tied to each one.

The people were all covered in bloodstains, a tragic sight to behold.

From their tattered clothes, he could tell that they were all constables from the East City Bureau.

Su Mu’s expression instantly darkened.

’A quick death is a mercy.’

This was no longer a simple robbery and murder. This was humiliation. This was torture.

Ordinary bandits who robbed and killed would never do something like this.

Dumping the constables’ bodies at the gates of the East City District had already crossed Su Mu’s line.

Now, the actions of these bandits had successfully ignited a raging fire in Su Mu’s heart.

Su Mu’s hand closed around the hilt of his saber, ready to strike.

Suddenly, the sound of urgent hoofbeats echoed through the valley.

A figure on horseback galloped into the valley, rode up to the group of bandits, and dismounted.

"Are you packed? Grab the stuff and let’s go, now!"

It was late at night in the middle of a mountain forest, yet the person made no effort to be discreet, not lowering his voice in the slightest.

His voice sounded quite young.

"We’re all packed. What about the constables?" one of the bandits asked.

"Hmph. My uncle told me to let them go."

The man who had arrived on horseback sneered. "We can let them go, but we have to leave our mark on them!"

Under the moonlight, the man’s eyes were as venomous as a viper’s.

"Cut off the thumb of their right hand, every last one of them," the man said coldly. "I want to make it so they can’t even hold a saber steady. We’ll see if they still dare to provoke people they can’t afford to offend!"

"Yes, sir!"

The other bandits burst into laughter. A few of the more eager ones had already drawn their blades and were walking toward the tortured, battered constables.

Just as those bandits drew near.

Suddenly.

SNAP! The sound of a rope breaking rang out.

Immediately after, a heavily wounded figure lunged forward, letting out a roar like a cornered beast.

It was the East City Chief of Police, Chen Song!

Chen Song charged forward two steps and slammed into a bandit, sending the man flying.

He snatched the saber from the bandit’s hand and, like a shadow, finished him off with a single slash.

This sudden turn of events caught all the bandits by surprise.

They roared in anger as two figures shot toward Chen Song at a speed far exceeding their comrades’.

Chen Song had just slain one bandit and was about to press his advantage and kill another when the two bandits at the Fourth Stage of Body Tempering were upon him.

With two dull THUDS,

Chen Song was sent flying backward.

He was already severely injured. He had just snapped his ropes through sheer willpower and used all his remaining strength to kill a bandit. Now, running on fumes, how could he possibly fight two Peers?

He was knocked back, rolling over a dozen times after hitting the ground. Chen Song tried to force himself up, but halfway through, he collapsed weakly back down.

"You gave me a fright."

The man who had arrived on horseback walked over, clutching his chest. "I really thought you were about to turn the tables in a fit of rage.

Too bad. In my hands, you’re just a grasshopper after autumn—no matter how much you struggle, it’s useless."

"I was going to spare your miserable life, but now you’ve angered me. So, I’ve decided to chop off your head and send it to Su Mu for a look."

He sneered, "I wonder if that bastard Su will have nightmares when he sees your head. Hahaha—"

He put his hands on his hips and threw his head back, letting out a triumphant laugh.

"I don’t know if I’ll be having nightmares, but I do know that you certainly won’t be."

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.

The voice wasn’t loud, yet it drowned out the arrogant laughter.

"You will never dream again."

The voice fell clearly into the ears of everyone in the valley.

Chen Song snapped his head up, a brilliant glint of hope suddenly erupting in his once-despairing eyes.

At that exact moment, a flash of light descended from the sky with a terrifying whistle.

SQUELCH!

The young man who had arrived on horseback was impaled through the chest by a long saber, his body sent flying backward.

He flew for several dozen feet before his body slammed into a massive green rock, finally coming to a halt.

He was pinned to the massive rock, left hanging there.

"Pfft..."

Hu Guangmao gripped the hilt of the saber with both hands, a mouthful of blood spraying from his lips as his eyes filled with disbelief.

He looked in the direction the saber had flown from and saw a person walking down the mountainside.

Su Mu!

’If I had known this would happen, I would have listened to my uncle. I never should have provoked Su Mu.’

But unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret in this world...

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