Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning

He immediately clamped his mouth shut and didn’t dare say another word.

It was Zhaochen who, after a brief silence, spoke again:

"Zhuge Qianqiu is going to hold the coming‑of‑age ceremony for his son.

"These past days, people have often passed this way, intending to go to Weiyang Palace.

"I’ve been observing within the manor, and only these two before us intend to kill and murder in my estate, to rob others of their belongings.

"My Seven Emotions are absent; in doing things I must follow principle, so as not to lose my true heart and fall into Deviation when the Seven Emotions return.

"Thus, I cannot kill bystanders—but those who commit evil solely to sate their own selfish desire, what regret have I in killing them?"

"So there was this twist in the middle of it all."

Lord Ban Shu sighed at these words: "Even if you’ve cultivated the Seven Emotions Absolute Thought Method, in the end you’re still that Guo Zhaochen of old who hates evil as if it were a sworn enemy.

"In the end it was I who measured a gentleman’s heart with a petty man’s mind.

"Enough. As for these two, you needn’t trouble yourself to act. After so many years apart, this chance meeting truly brings up complicated feelings in my heart.

"Today... I’ll act in your stead, lest you be stirred up by killing intent and something go awry again."

"???"

Zhang Meng and Miss Ou were completely dumbfounded when they heard this.

Isn’t this change of plan a bit too fast?

Won’t you even let us try to talk our way out of it?

Zhang Meng hurriedly said:

"Senior, senior!

"This junior was merely momentarily confused, momentarily confused!

"I beg you, senior, on account of this being my first offense, spare my life!!"

But Ban Shu only shook his head:

"Your plea for mercy is a well‑practiced excuse.

"Besides, my young friend has been following right behind you all along.

"What sort of person you are, this old man knows better than you do.

"It’s just... I originally meant to let him kill you, but on account of Heavenly Fate Valley he kept wavering.

"So he blocked... this old friend of mine from acting.

"Now it seems, that’s no longer necessary."

By the time he finished speaking, Zhang Meng was already kneeling on the ground, knocking his head again and again.

Blood mixed with rainwater flowed down, looking quite tragic.

Lord Ban Shu was seasoned in the Jianghu and remained completely unmoved.

Just then, Zhang Meng suddenly raised his head and shouted:

"Fine, fine, you... you really are all hard‑hearted sorts. No matter how I beg you, it’s useless.

"If so, you needn’t dirty your hands—I’ll do it myself!!!"

As he spoke, he suddenly drew a dagger from his sleeve and thrust it backward straight into his own heart.

Blood blossomed out.

Zhang Meng collapsed to the ground, groaned twice, and went still.

Lord Ban Shu’s expression turned odd; he glanced at Guo Zhaochen.

Seeing Guo Zhaochen’s face expressionless, Lord Ban Shu sighed, then suddenly twisted the rain‑umbrella in his hand, aiming the handle at Miss Ou.

With a whoosh, the umbrella handle shot out, emitting several crisp clicks in mid‑air.

Three extremely sharp blades sprang forth, forming a hooked claw.

In an instant it had already torn through Miss Ou’s shoulder.

At the same time, a fine strand connected the claw to the umbrella; with a hard yank and a sudden fling, he sent her flying.

With a shriek from Miss Ou, her whole body was hurled out.

The direction she flew—whether by coincidence or not—was exactly where Zhang Meng lay.

There was a heavy thud.

Zhang Meng was directly knocked flying.

His body flipped several times in mid‑air before finally landing in the mud.

His tightly shut eyes quietly opened a slit; then he sprang up and bolted!

Lord Ban Shu and Guo Zhaochen didn’t move at all.

They let him flee.

Guo Zhaochen merely shook his head lightly:

"We really did underestimate him."

Just as these words fell, there was another dull thump.

A figure tore through the curtain of rain and dropped to the ground—it was Zhang Meng.

His face was ashen as he looked back toward where he’d come from:

"You again!?"

Before the words were finished, a white figure arrived before them.

He casually unfastened the wine gourd, shook it in his hand, his face showing a trace of disappointment.

He wanted to uncork it and drink this last mouthful.

Yet he seemed reluctant.

In the end he sighed, grudgingly hung it back at his waist, then raised his head toward Lord Ban Shu and forced a smile:

"Senior, have you brought any wine?"

"I’ve never been fond of what’s in the cup."

Lord Ban Shu gently shook his head.

Guo Zhaochen asked coldly:

"Where is my Nian Nu?"

"Nian Nu?"

The White clothed Swordsman looked at Guo Zhaochen in some surprise:

"And you are?"

"This gentleman’s surname is Guo. Just call him senior.

"He and I have been close friends for many years. The Seven Emotions Absolute Formation you dealt with earlier—that was his people.

"And this Lihetang is his place as well."

Lord Ban Shu gave a brief introduction, not even bothering to mention Zhang Meng’s fake death escape.

That dagger he’d supposedly plunged into his own heart was a complete fake.

There was a mechanism in the blade: when it reached his chest, it looked like it pierced in, but in fact the blade slid back into the hilt.

To pull such a trick on others would be one thing—but to show it off before Lord Ban Shu was truly like brandishing an axe before the master carpenter.

The White clothed Swordsman nodded lightly at this:

"So that’s how it is. Earlier this junior grew suspicious of the surroundings and acted rashly; I ask senior’s pardon.

"Those seven are all still well. This junior only meant to escape and had no intent to kill."

"What a tone."

Guo Zhaochen said coldly:

"As though... if you wanted to kill, you could kill just like that."

"Uh..."

The White clothed Swordsman gave a dry laugh: "This junior misspoke."

Guo Zhaochen fixed him with a long look, then asked:

"Aside from you two, is there anyone else?"

"Shouldn’t be..."

The White clothed Swordsman glanced uncertainly at Lord Ban Shu:

"Did someone come with you?"

Lord Ban Shu also shook his head: "No one."

Though Guo Zhaochen’s face didn’t change in the slightest and his eyes held no visible emotion, his tone inevitably carried a hint of puzzlement:

"Earlier I was hiding to the side. With the abilities of these two, it was absolutely impossible for them to discover me.

"It was as if someone beside me deliberately struck out to make a sound and draw their attention...

"If it wasn’t you two, then who was it?"

At this, the White clothed Swordsman was fine, but Lord Ban Shu drew in a sharp breath:

"There was such a thing?"

The White clothed Swordsman didn’t truly understand Guo Zhaochen’s skills.

And he himself had been here for quite some time without sensing anyone hidden nearby.

So who... could that person possibly be?

At this thought, a chill crept up in his heart.

Then a voice suddenly rang out:

"Gentlemen, are you looking for me?"

They all turned toward the sound and saw, not far away, a faint figure standing with hands clasped behind his back.

Only his form was twisted, as though he were hidden behind a curtain of water.

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