Chapter 42

As he walked, Feng Yin muttered to himself in his heart.

Juntian Hand, truly worthy of the name Juntian Hand.

Just as Feng Yin had always believed, the Juntian Hand organization had an extremely low tolerance for evil.

To the point that even a minor character like Hu San made it onto the prestigious Juntian Hand's hit list.

This showed that the Juntian Hand's judgment was not based on the law, but rather on a unique set of standards.

Just like the four slogans of the Juntian Hand.

In a chaotic world, one should wield the blade to cleanse the world of ugliness and purify the sky above.

The law maintains fairness and rules; however, it cannot be denied that the law is not omnipotent. Since the creation of the law, there have been those who have slipped through its net.

Some plunder vast wealth, or skirt the law, making it impossible for the law to touch them.

The targets of the Juntian Hand, while partly overlapping with the law, also include those who slip through the net.

For example, Ma Sanqian, the one-armed bandit.

How many people has he killed since becoming a bandit? How many souls have perished under his hand in the world of martial arts? This is certain and undeniable.

However, before this, the Juntian Hand had never made him a target.

This means that the deaths in the world of martial arts did not meet the Juntian Hand's standards for punishment.

Only when Ma Sanqian plundered innocent merchants did he make it onto the Juntian Hand's task list.

And this time, to escape, he infiltrated Yuezhou and killed an innocent family, using despicable means that were truly heinous; thus, the Juntian Hand marked it as a red-flag task.

A priority task!

Completing this task would yield rewards far more generous than a typical bronze task.

One point to note: Before being marked red, Ma Sanqian was already a bronze task, and many bronze killers had already come to execute the task and died at his hands—meaning, the deaths of Juntian Hand killers were not counted in Ma Sanqian's sin value!—the killer who kills will be killed, even if you are a Juntian Hand killer.

From this, one can see what the Juntian Hand's standards for punishment are.

Just as Feng Yin had guessed, the Juntian Hand's greatest standard for punishment is: moral底线!

This is the true standard for punishment by the Juntian Hand.

Just like Hu San, his actions, no matter which dynasty's law, would not warrant the death penalty, and even if the wife of the scholar Li really died, Hu San would not be sentenced to death according to the law.

But the Juntian Hand's judgment directly sentenced him to death!

This shows how low the Juntian Hand's tolerance for moral evil is!

And more coincidentally...

Feng Yin himself had an equally low tolerance for this type of evil.

One could even say that Feng Yin had no tolerance at all!

What he hated most was this type of scum.

Murderers at least had the courage to kill, but these scoundrels, who dared not commit crimes, would never dare to provoke those with power, influence, or strength, but would harass and bully the honest and law-abiding.

Even if they were brought to justice, the punishment would be no more than a verbal warning or mediation by the neighbors.

Like a toad on the table, it doesn't bite but is disgustingly repulsive.

Because the punishment is too lenient, it leads to these people's repeated offenses, causing many tragedies. Ordinary people cannot bear such harassment, especially weak women.

Such scum, in Feng Yin's eyes, deserve to die and are not worth pitying!

This mindset, in Feng Yin's previous life, was somewhat extreme. He was aware of this.

So he often felt stifled and frustrated when he saw such things.

Not anymore.

In this world, he could truly punish evil with death, and Feng Yin felt that this was truly a wish come true, the best possible outcome, a great relief to his heart.

For a moment, just seeing this judgment made Feng Yin feel as if he had drunk a refreshing and sweet drink on a hot summer day, from head to toe, indescribably comfortable.

So whenever Feng Yin saw this type of target, even if it did not benefit him, even if it would cause the failure of a set task, he would prioritize completing it!

Not for any other reason, just for the satisfaction of his heart and peace of mind.

He could endure being wronged, being beaten, being misunderstood, even being killed, but he could not tolerate disgust!

Seeing that Hu San was not far away, Feng Yin took a detour and charged over.

In the dilapidated house, Hu San was lying on the bed, planning his next move.

If that weak scholar really divorced his wife, that would be great; who would still respect that delicate lady? She would soon become his prey, and all he had to do was say a few words!

Yes, that scholar Li was still hesitant, so he would have to step it up tomorrow, go to him and say how soft his wife is, how good it feels to hold her, and how envious he is, that he only played a few times, but the scholar has been holding her for years, what a lucky man...

He would make the scholar collapse in anger, quickly write the divorce letter. Such a bookworm, who turns red with anger but dares not retaliate, only saying "shameless," is truly too easy to bully.

He was getting better at using this method, with little effort and great gain.

He would have to learn from this experience, improve, and use it in other situations to see if he could gain more.

Just as he was gloating and daydreaming, a black shadow suddenly broke through the window.

"Hu San!"

"Who?"

"Scum! Time to go!"

Puff!

Feng Yin did not waste a single word, smashing a meteor-like punch into Hu San's head, splattering his brains and causing a thousand peach blossoms to bloom.

Hu San did not even have time to beg for mercy, let alone think about it, and was killed in one blow.

Feng Yin had wanted to curse first, but he had no interest in cursing, and even looking at him for a moment made him feel disgusted. Such a thing was better off being killed cleanly and swiftly.

He didn't even deserve to be cursed!

There was no need for a trial or reasoning.

I now sentence you to death.

I now execute the death sentence!

He was about to leave but decided to leave a note, changing his handwriting, writing it crookedly.

"Spreading rumors, destroying someone's reputation, intending to break up a couple for ulterior motives; the crime is heinous, beyond the reach of the law, and against heaven's will, so I have come to kill him. The scholar's wife is chaste, virtuous, and a good match; good people should not suffer injustice, and scoundrels should be eliminated. Juntian Hand's executor, Iron Plate Wenrou."

He had only intended to write about Hu San's crimes, but after some thought, he added the last few sentences.

With this note, not only could he deal with official inquiries, but the woman's life would likely return to peace.

Feng Yin searched again, found the woman who was already unconscious, gave her a pill, shook his head, sighed, and leaped away.

He had just happened to be there and acted once; what happened after was not his concern.

There were too many injustices in the world, and he could only intervene a little. Intervening too much would only bring trouble and烦恼!

...

In the dark night, a fierce battle was raging.

Two figures, one with a knife and one with a sword, were fighting fiercely, moving up and down.

It was an Iron Plate killer completing a task, but the target's strength was formidable.

He could not take him down and was even at a disadvantage.

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out in the dark night.

"Qian Zhong?"

One of the fighters, hearing the shout, used a powerful move to force back his opponent, turned his head, and looked in the direction of the voice.

At that moment, a blade of light suddenly appeared, cutting through the night sky like a bolt of lightning, and blood and a head flew up.

Qian Zhong's body swayed and fell to the ground.

The Juntian Hand killer had not seen who killed Qian Zhong, only a black shadow flying past, landing on the roof, and then disappearing.

"Who?"

The killer, almost exhausted, had been struggling to hold his own. He had barely managed to avoid a fatal blow, and now his target, Qian Zhong, had lost his head in an instant.

His mind racing, he quickly opened the Juntian Mirror to check.

"...Task completed, executor: Iron Plate Wenrou, rank: 70,000..."

The killer was stunned.

"Iron Plate Wenrou? This... this level of cultivation, this speed, this skill... and he's just an Iron Plate, and his rank is so low? I'm over 60,000 ranks higher than him... How is this possible? Is this a joke?"

Looking at his own rank of over 7,000, the killer felt a bit disoriented.

The Bronze Plate killer clearly felt that if "Iron Plate Wenrou" had given him a blow, he would have been unable to resist.

He couldn't even block one blow!

"The world is truly full of surprises; such a skilled person is over 60,000 ranks lower than me..."

The killer shook his head, puzzled, and left.

Although he had not completed the task, he was grateful to Wenrou for saving his life. Life is precious, and only by living can one do anything.

But one thought was clear.

"This Wenrou is worth keeping an eye on."

Feng Yin spent the night fighting on all fronts, completing one Paper Plate, two Wood Plate, and three Iron Plate tasks, with a 100% completion rate. The Paper Plate and Wood Plate tasks were not significant, but the three Iron Plate tasks were all completed with one blow!

One move!

The third one was a difficult task that had been hanging for over half a month, during which many Iron Plate killers had failed to complete it...

Completing these tasks one after another boosted Feng Yin's confidence, and he couldn't help but study the Bronze Plate task again.

"Ma Sanqian... the one-armed bandit..."

This task had not yet been completed.