Chapter 85

Although Jiang Feng had such thoughts, the Tian Ji Magic Cube began to resonate automatically. However, at this stage, he still couldn't manage it.

The energy source for the Tian Ji Magic Cube was the Ming Force within Jiang Feng's body. As the saying goes, you can only do as much as your strength allows, and that was exactly the case with Jiang Feng now.

The Ming Force Martial Technique, Zhi Ming Jue, was a very basic one. When Jiang Feng optimized it, he could only do it step by step.

Hua Su had been demoted from the level of Yi Ming Martial Emperor to Yang Ming Martial Warrior. The complexity of the Ming Force tree and the structure of the Yuan Branches in his body were immense. Establishing a new Ming Force circulation for such a person was something Jiang Feng's Ming Force couldn't support.

He quickly came up with a new idea.

If he couldn't establish the entire Ming Force circulation at once, could he break down the Yuan Branches and do it section by section?

As Hua Su said, he was a Yang Ming Martial Warrior, and it would take some time for his Ming Force to be completely depleted. If he did it bit by bit, he could complete it before that!

Finding this path, Jiang Feng's mood quickly calmed down.

No matter what, he would just have to do it.

However, the spirits of Yuan Shan and the others were still very low. Hua Su scolded and lectured them harshly: "Whether I live or die is none of your business! You're just little brats who have just entered the realm, and you think you can meddle in everything! What good does a bad mood do? Do you think a gloomy face can extend my life? The state examination is coming up, and if you can't distinguish between what's important and what's not, you might as well get lost!"

Hua Su's scolding was illogical, but one of his words did indeed inspire everyone.

They had just entered the realm, and their hearts were willing, but their strength was lacking. Once they became stronger, had a broader perspective, and more Ming Force, they might come up with some way!

Suddenly, they were all ignited, and with renewed vigor, they threw themselves back into training.

Hua Su was very clear about their plans. Although he still cursed and scolded, when no one was looking, he turned around and wiped his eyes.

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Just as the students of Yuan Shan Martial Hall were training with great enthusiasm, Jiang Huiming, wrapped in a black cloak, hurried to a corner in the north of Tai Cang City.

Tai Cang City was wealthy in the south and poor in the north. Compared to the prosperity in the south, the houses in the north were low, the streets narrow, and the scene was one of decay.

The further he went, the narrower the streets became. Garbage was piled up on both sides of the road, and sewage was everywhere, with a foul smell permeating the air.

Jiang Huiming frowned tightly, carefully avoiding the garbage and sewage, fearing they would touch his body.

Suddenly, with a splash, Jiang Huiming reflexively dodged to the side. A bucket of water was poured from the second floor, and he couldn't avoid it in time, getting half of his body wet. The water had a strange and foul smell, and Jiang Huiming felt extremely nauseous, quickly throwing off and discarding his cloak.

He raised his head and shouted, "Is there someone below? Who is pouring water randomly?"

The person above didn't respond and immediately poured another bucket of water.

Jiang Huiming never expected this, and he was drenched. Throwing his cloak aside, he felt himself stinking all over.

Anger surged in his head, and for a moment, he forgot why he was there, instinctively wanting to rush up and beat the person to death.

Just as he lifted his foot, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. He sensed a gaze filled with intense malice staring at him from somewhere. No, it wasn't just one gaze; he suddenly felt that the entire street was filled with similar gazes, countless eyes staring at him, hoping he would do something so they could have an excuse to tear him apart!

He was instantly chilled to the bone, remembering Li Ming's words before he left: "You can go there, but you must be very careful. In that place, you must be cautious in your words and actions! No one knows who is in the back streets of Tai Cang or what might happen. If something happens to you there, no one will come to save you, and no one will avenge you—remember that!"

At that time, Jiang Huiming's heart was pounding with excitement. The back streets of Tai Cang, such a mysterious and dangerous place, was where he could surely find the most suitable person!

But now, the excitement was gone, replaced by fear.

Li Ming was right; this place was extremely dangerous, and he had to be very careful!

He immediately suppressed his anger, lowered his head, and quickly left. He could vaguely hear some sighs of regret behind him. With a "whoosh," a child rushed into the alley, and the cloak he had thrown on the ground was gone.

Jiang Huiming collected his thoughts, took out a map, and then, following the map, he walked into a deeper alley, pushing open a dilapidated wooden door at the end.

As soon as he pushed the door, a black shadow flew at him. Caught off guard, it hit him directly on the nose. Instantly, his nose stung, and tears streamed down his face!

The black shadow fell to the ground with a thud, rolled a few times, and turned out to be a copper cup. A voice roared, "It stinks, get out!" At the same time, a cold, murderous aura emanated from inside, freezing Jiang Huiming's movements.

He instinctively closed the door and clenched his fists in humiliation. After a while, he finally took a deep breath, knocked on the door five times in a certain rhythm, and called out, "One thousand gold coins!"

The wooden door opened silently, and a voice said, "Go to the well and wash up, then come back."

Jiang Huiming turned his head and indeed saw a well not far from the house, with a bucket by the well railing.

As the eldest son of the Jiang family's patriarch, he had always been pampered, and his baths were always prepared by maids with fragrant water. When had he ever washed with well water?

He stared at it for a long time, imagining the tragic death of Jiang Feng, building up his mental fortitude, and finally walked to the well.

It was already mid-July, and the well water was not cold at all, but rather refreshing.

Jiang Huiming's anger subsided, and he washed his clothes casually, put them back on wet, and knocked on the wooden door again.

A towel was thrown out, and Jiang Huiming caught it and dried himself, finally being allowed to enter.

The room was extremely dark and stuffy. Jiang Huiming had only been inside for a short while when his body, cooled by the well water, was covered in a layer of sweat.

A shadow in the darkness moved and asked, "Who do you want to kill?"

Jiang Huiming replied, "It's not a tough opponent. A boy under sixteen, who has just entered the realm, is now in Tai Cang City, preparing to take the state examination."

"Ah..." The sinister voice pondered for a moment, "It doesn't sound like a big deal..."

Suddenly, the voice became sharp, and a cold aura pressed against Jiang Huiming, "You came to me? And you want one thousand gold coins? Not a tough opponent?"

Three questions were thrown at him in quick succession, and Jiang Huiming's breathing tightened. He barely suppressed his fear and said, "The target is indeed like that, but the boy has a teacher who is a bit tougher to deal with."

"Oh? Tell me more."

"Previously, he was in the Demon Suppression Army, said to be a commander, but his rank is unknown. Later, he was injured and retired, opened a martial arts school in the countryside, and brought students to take the big exam."

"Demon Suppression Army? Commander?!"

The voice suddenly became agitated, and the shadow loomed over Jiang Huiming, "Boy, are you trying to trick me?"

Jiang Huiming, terrified, said, "I, I'm not tricking you!"

"Then do you know what rank a commander in the Demon Suppression Army usually is?"

"W-What rank?"

"Xin Ming Martial Ancestor, at least Yi Ming Martial Emperor! You want me to deal with a Xin Ming Martial Ancestor?!"

Jiang Huiming finally breathed a sigh of relief, "No, not that! I just said he was injured and retired. His Xin Ming seed was injured, and he dropped three ranks, now he's just a Yang Ming Martial Warrior! Besides, we don't need to kill him; we just need to avoid him and kill the boy!"

The shadow finally retreated, and Jiang Huiming could breathe again.

The shadow pondered, "Even so, it's still a bit troublesome. Boy, do you know what the most troublesome thing about someone who has dropped ranks due to injury is?"

"W-What is it?"

"It's their experience! These guys are as cunning as devils. It's not easy to snatch someone from their hands and kill them!" The shadow pondered for a moment and then said, "One thousand five hundred gold coins!"

"This, this is too expensive. I just want to kill a boy who has just entered the realm!"

"Hey, boy, this is already a discount for you. If it weren't for the fact that the guy used to be in the Demon Suppression Army... Two thousand gold coins, not a penny less!"

When the shadow mentioned "Demon Suppression Army," the tone was sinister, filled with intense malice.

Does this person have a grudge against the Demon Suppression Army?

Jiang Huiming's heart suddenly tightened, and for the first time, he began to doubt whether coming here was the right decision.

Who is the biggest enemy of the Demon Suppression Army?

Of course, it's the Demon Clan!

Does this person have any connection with the Demon Clan?

His heart was filled with unease when the shadow approached again, "One thousand five hundred gold coins, and I'll take care of that guy for you!"

The immense pressure loomed over him, and in the shadow, a pair of bright red eyes, like ghostly flames, flickered. Jiang Huiming's heart raced, and fear swept over his body. Unconsciously, he agreed, "Alright, one thousand five hundred gold coins!"

A wave of heat washed over his face, contrasting with the coldness from the shadow. His palms were scorching hot. He gently patted Jiang Huiming's face and muttered, "Good boy, leave the money, and you can go."

Jiang Huiming's eyes suddenly became vacant and dazed, "Alright, but... I only brought a deposit..."

The shadow frowned slightly and said indifferently, "Alright, a deposit will do."

After a while, Jiang Huiming had already left the alley and stood on the back streets of Tai Cang, the smell of decay in his nose. He suddenly came to his senses.

What was I just doing?

I seem to have met someone... Yes, he agreed to help me get rid of that guy!

Right, he felt like a reliable helper, just a bit expensive... Tsk, one thousand five hundred gold coins, Jiang Feng, you should be grateful that your life is worth so much!

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