Chapter 47

Miaosen saw that the people had gathered, and with a command, he had the heads of the dozen or so captured martial artists chopped off.

Among these people, two were the ones who, back at the Conscience Medical Hall, had wanted Feng Yin to treat them, but Feng Yin had said they needed rest.

Qingmao and Daoban.

Facing death, the two were already regretting it so much that their intestines were swollen.

Why didn't they listen to that doctor back then?

If they had truly rested for a few months and stayed away from trouble, would they have died?

Miaosen looked at a bed on one side of the yard, where a body was covered with a white cloth.

This was a Rainbow Green Cloak member from Yuezhou that his subordinates had captured.

No matter how severely they tortured him, this person did not say a single word from start to finish! It was as if he were mute!

Well, he did speak.

From the moment he was captured, he said only one thing: "Tell Miaosen, if you are a hero, give me a quick death."

After Miaosen learned of this, the man had already been tortured beyond recognition, but he did not even beg for a quick death, only moaning in pain.

When he saw Miaosen, there was only contempt, disdain, and mockery in his eyes.

The meaning was clear.

Miaosen, when we capture your people, if they show any sign of being tough, we do not humiliate them; we send them on their way immediately.

But when it comes to you, Miaosen, after verifying that I would not say anything, you still tried so many times. I look down on you.

Seeing such a look, Miaosen's face flushed.

He immediately ordered, "They did not humiliate our hero; why should we humiliate him? Send the hero on his way immediately."

Now, the body of the Rainbow Green Cloak member lay on the bed, covered with a clean white cloth.

"Take the body of this great Qin hero. Do not withhold anything he had on him. On this journey, send his spirit home."

Miaosen sighed.

He saluted the body, bowing: "This life is over; in the next, we will fight again."

Behind him, over thirty people bowed in unison.

No one could help but admire such a man of iron. Even if he was an enemy, it was the same.

While Daoban and Luoguo were being executed, they cried and begged for mercy; but this man did not say a word, facing death with dignity.

Here, blood spurted, and heads fell.

There, Miaosen and his men had already mounted their horses, dust rising as they galloped away.

Such urgency and haste were rarely seen, even by his subordinates.

This usually calm and ruthless leader had never been so anxious, even when he had planned to intercept He Biqu.

He spurred his horse without mercy, the wind stinging his face.

The body wrapped in white cloth was securely placed on Miaosen's horse, one hand holding the reins, the other supporting the bundle.

"My brother, He Biqu, personally returned the body."

"Today, I will reclaim this honor for my brother."

Racing forward, the wind slapped his face, and Miaosen pondered He Biqu's feelings, a flame burning in his sunken eyes.

"Besides a sense of desolation and frustration, there is nothing else. I imagine He Biqu felt the same way."

Thirty-seven horses raised a long trail of dust on the plain, sweeping by like a hurricane.

Black robes fluttered in the wind, making a crackling sound.

They headed straight for the martial arts town.

The group finally arrived at the martial arts town before noon.

As soon as they entered, they saw the thick smoke rising in the distance.

Miaosen's face changed, just like Wu Tiejun's.

"Speed up! We must confirm the doctor's fate!"

Thirty-seven people swept into the town like a whirlwind.

...

Two days earlier.

Xu Lao San and his brother had already packed everything, covering the entire medical hall with straw, wetting the quilts and straw with water, and starting a fire at the bottom.

To make it more realistic, the brothers had taken on a single iron plate mission at night and brought back a body.

They mutilated the face and threw it into the fire.

"Feng Yin needs to hide his tracks; he cannot leave any traces here. Even if he has been very careful, people leave traces, and birds leave sounds. There might still be things here that can reveal his habits."

"We will help by burning the remaining traces."

"If this body can make people believe it, that's best. If not... what if they do believe it?"

The brothers worked for half a day, then turned the open flames into smoldering ones and quietly left the medical hall. They left the town while the smoke had not yet risen, and quickly entered the forest, erasing their tracks, changing directions several times, and finally disappearing deep in the mountains.

In the end, even they did not know which direction they were heading or where their return path was, taking one step at a time...

Xu Lao San's wisdom made Xu Lao Si bow in admiration.

"I've even confused myself... If I'm confused, I don't believe anyone else can be clearer or guess our movements!"

"Brother, you're brilliant! Truly brilliant!"

"That's true, but you're not bad either; your mind is much clearer than before."

"Brother, you flatter me; I am indeed smarter now."

"Yes, and I am now infallible."

"Gold medal in sight! Ha ha."

"Definitely in sight! He he."

The brothers disappeared in a series of self-praise.

...

The sound of hooves like thunder outside the town, and thirty-seven riders swept in.

Miaosen rushed into the town like a whirlwind, leaping off his horse and dashing forward like an arrow.

He rushed straight to the medical hall, where the sign "Conscience Medical Hall" had already turned into a torch, and the "Great Qin Empire Rainbow Green Cloak" sign was also burning.

Xu Lao San and his brother were indeed thorough, experts in arson. The fire spread from the inside out, and by the time it was discovered, it was already out of control.

The inside was already burning fiercely, the beams falling one by one.

The originally wet quilts and straw had dried, the fire growing stronger, rising to the sky, and thick smoke billowing.

Xu Lao San and his brother, though not highly skilled, were very experienced in arson and covering their tracks, truly professional.

Experience is the most crucial test of accumulation; theoretical knowledge can never match practical experience.

Miaosen looked at the fire without hesitation, his black robe swirling, and a whirlwind rose with him, rushing into the flames.

He had to confirm the doctor's fate; otherwise, he could not rest easy.

Thick spiritual energy protected him, the heat waves pressing against him.

A black shadow darted around the fire, searching each room, kicking the fire apart, and revealing a body. It was already burned to bones and half a lower body, turned to charcoal.

He grabbed it, glanced at it, and threw it away.

"Such a small trick, who are you trying to fool!?"

"The doctor is indeed not dead!"

The body fell back into the fire with a thud.

Miaosen's black robe was already on fire, but he stood in the flames, thinking for two seconds, his brows furrowed.

Suddenly, he stomped his feet, stepping in different directions in each room, over three hundred times, in the midst of the fire.

Finally, he confirmed.

"Some places feel different, with a sense of space, meaning there was a tunnel in this room, which is the main bedroom, likely used by the young doctor. Rabbit's escape, hmpf, this kid is cunning."

His body rose like a black cloud, and he rushed out of the burning window, the smoke from his cloak spreading, the edges already on fire.

With a whoosh, he shook his cloak, and the sparks immediately went out.

Miaosen's face was as cold as water, and he strode out.

He had arrived too late.

All traces inside were destroyed by the fire. The only thing he could confirm was that the quack doctor was not in the medical hall. More precisely, there was no one inside, suggesting that the quack doctor had fled on his own?

Or perhaps... the Rainbow Green Cloak had taken him away, leaving this scene as a ruse?

Several thoughts raced through his mind.

The worst outcome would be if the Rainbow Green Cloak had taken him.

But was he really taken away?

Miaosen frowned.

Hopefully, this doctor is the type who does not like being constrained. He Biqu, though a stubborn old man, is still reasonable and would not force him to go...

If so, that would be a better outcome.

As he was thinking.

Suddenly, a figure appeared on a rooftop dozens of feet away, looking at him in disbelief, shouting in grief and anger: "Miaosen! You deserve to die!"

"Wu Tiejun?"

Miaosen's eyes lit up.

I deserve to die?

Why so grief-stricken? Why say that to me?

Hmm, that means...

Miaosen's mind raced, and he coldly said, "Did I kill the wrong person?"

Wu Tiejun's vision went black, and he almost spat out blood: "Where is he?!"

Miaosen calmly replied, "Of course, I killed him!"

"Where is the body?"

Miaosen's expression became even more casual, his eyes like a venomous snake, looking at Wu Tiejun's face, and said coldly, "Fed to the dogs!"

"Son of a bitch!"

Wu Tiejun was filled with rage, his eyes bloodshot, and he shouted, "Miaosen, you will pay! I guarantee you will pay!"

Miaosen sneered, "If you don't come down and fight me, how will I pay? Come on, I'm waiting for you!"

"Capture him!"

With a wave of his hand, twenty experts surrounded Wu Tiejun from two directions.

Wu Tiejun let out a long cry, leaping off the rooftop, ready to flee.

Miaosen waved his hand, and the white cloth-wrapped bundle flew out: "Wu Tiejun, if you're leaving, take your brother home."

Wu Tiejun paused in mid-air, caught the bundle, and opened it, suddenly howling to the sky.

"Miaosen!!!"

Miaosen did not join the pursuit. He stood motionless at the medical hall's entrance, his eyes cold and fierce, staring at Wu Tiejun in the distance, his gaze unwavering.

The black cloak billowed in the heat from the fire behind him, rising and falling.