Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel

Chapter 547: Chapter 386: Irrepressible Killing Nature

In such a remote village, a martial artist with basic skills could open a school and recruit many disciples, while those who practiced cultivation were nothing short of legendary.

Reaching the age of seventy is rare.

For mere mortals without the path to cultivation, living past seventy was rather uncommon.

The front gate of the Lin Mansion had been newly painted, lanterns and banners were hung in celebration. Esteemed guests from all over the city had gathered, bringing gifts, including treasures that were extraordinarily rare for common folk. Jewels and silks abounded.

Many had not even been granted the privilege to enter the mansion, handing over their gifts at the entrance and leaving promptly.

The value of the gifts was of little concern; what mattered was the act of giving, as failing to do so could lead to dire consequences.

Outside, the crowd was bustling. Behind the thick green stone walls within the courtyard, melodious opera tunes were already floating in the air.

Soon, a servant of the Lin Family, who was welcoming guests at the gate, noticed a young man carrying a black coffin approaching. The servant’s face changed instantly:

“How dare you!”

“Today is a great celebration for our master, you scoundrel, why bring such misfortune?!”

As they spoke, two servants quickly stepped forward, raising their hands to push him away.

The young man’s steps did not falter in the slightest, a fierce wind swirling around him out of nowhere.

Thud—

The two advancing servants were sent flying over ten feet, crashing through the vermilion gates, smashing into the green stone wall inside, their bones shattered and flesh turned to mud.

Crash—

Bricks and stones collapsed and scattered, revealing the courtyard scene in an instant. Cries of alarm sounded repeatedly, and the music abruptly ceased.

The people at the gate scattered like birds and beasts, while the numerous guests inside the courtyard, along with all the members of the Lin Family, turned their gaze toward the entrance.

The young man stepped over the threshold, treading on the fragments of stone and bloodied mud, and walked into the courtyard. He set down the black coffin and slowly pushed open the lid.

Inside the coffin, there was no corpse, only a three-foot Mountain Opening Saber with a broken blade.

“Today, I’ve come for vengeance. All those bearing the surname Lin must die; others may leave.”

The young man took the saber from the coffin, glanced around, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent:

“After a cup of tea, anyone remaining will be killed!”

As his words fell, all eyes turned to the high platform opposite the courtyard gate.

On the platform were only a few seats, occupied by the most distinguished individuals of the city, naturally including Uncle Lin from the Lin Family.

At this moment, he had already recognized the young man’s face, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and he hurriedly pleaded to the person beside him:

“Governor, this wretched villain, please dispatch troops quickly to capture him, to prevent harm to the people…”

Seated next to Old Master Lin, the city’s governor glanced at the shattered green stone wall, then quietly stood up. Whispering a few words to the secretary beside him, he left the Lin Mansion swiftly under the protection of several attendants, passing the young man on his way out.

Upon seeing this, the guests in the courtyard stood up one after another, hurriedly running toward the exit, not daring to stay a moment longer.

The young man casually stopped a few of them, whispering:

“You all stay here and watch. If anyone from the Lin Family escapes, I will bury your entire families with them!”

His eyes were filled with fierce light, without the slightest hesitation. Those few were frightened to the core, not daring to disobey at all. They stood by the door, watching the escaping opera troupe and guests intently, not daring to blink.

Perhaps it was because their families’ lives were at stake, one of them spoke up timidly: “The Lin Family has a back door…”

The young man did not respond, sitting silently by the coffin.

After more than ten breaths, the guests who had tried to escape through the back door hurriedly returned to the courtyard.

The side doors had been completely blocked, leaving the front gate as the only exit from the Lin Mansion.

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Outside the Lin Mansion, the governor finally exhaled in relief as he sat in his sedan chair, speaking lazily:

“Back to the Governor Mansion.”

The sedan chair wobbled as it was lifted, and the secretary walked alongside, inquiring softly through the sedan curtain:

“Sir, the man just now was no ordinary individual. How many troops should be mobilized? Should we report this to higher authorities?”

“What troops?”

A light snort came from within the sedan: “This is a matter the Lin Family brought upon themselves. It has nothing to do with me.”

The secretary did not ask further, only softly praising: “Your Excellency is wise.”

“That green stone wall is at least three feet thick. It couldn’t be moved by human strength alone. That boy carrying the coffin must have already reached a stage where he possesses Divine Power for protection, which we mere mortals can’t interfere with.”

The governor’s voice carried a hint of solemnity as he spoke softly:

“Once the boy leaves, send two battalions to seal off the area within fifty feet of the Lin Mansion, confiscate their property and burn the bodies, ensuring no one survives. Once we return, you need to write a seal, immediately seizing all Lin Family properties in the city to prevent anyone from taking advantage during the chaos.”

“Understood.”

The secretary responded softly, then asked:

“How should this matter be recorded in the official documents?”

“In the ninth year of Fengyuan, spring, March, over a thousand mountain bandits attacked the city. The local gentry ‘Lin Family’ unfortunately suffered a calamity. Governor Yuzhe led the city guard in a desperate defense, ultimately repelling the bandits. When clearing the bodies, remember to leave some heads and later write a memorial to request rewards for the soldiers.”

“Your Excellency is wise.”

The secretary replied respectfully and then ran to the Governor Mansion.

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In just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the once lively Lin Mansion was plunged into silence.

But the courtyard was still filled with people.

As a prominent local family, the Lin Family kept nearly two hundred powerful servants, and with five generations living together, their numbers had already exceeded a hundred.

Now, the Lin Mansion still had hundreds of people, with over a hundred powerful servants all holding weapons. But at this moment, none dared to speak.

The young man’s gaze fell upon Uncle Lin’s face, sneering:

“Not even attempting to argue, you look guilty through and through…”

As his words faded, he strode forward, plunging into the crowd like a tiger among sheep. The three-foot Mountain Opening Saber cut through them like hot knives through butter. The powerful servants fell one after another like wild grass by the roadside, and in the blink of an eye, the courtyard was a river of blood.

In just a few dozen breaths, the courtyard was filled with corpses.

A moment later, the young man emerged from the backyard.

The entire Lin Family, from Old Master Lin, who had just celebrated his seventieth birthday today, to the infants in their swaddling clothes, had all met their ends in the Yellow Springs.

Uncle Lin was the last survivor.

He had his five limbs severed, clutched in the young man’s hand, his eyes vacant, his breath faint.

“How could your miserable life ever atone for the crimes you’ve committed?”

The young man’s gaze held a deep dissatisfaction.

Now everything he had done was beyond reparation, serving only as a vent for his wrath.

After a while, the young man decapitated Uncle Lin and walked outside. On the green brick wall, he left a line of blood-dipped words:

‘Killer, Chu Zheng’

Staring at the writing, the young man’s eyes reddened, and he wrote another line:

‘Whoever collects the corpses within three days shall die too!’

Throwing down the severed head, the young man returned to the mutton shop, tossed a handful of blood-stained copper coins, and strode away.

As the Armor Demon’s order increased and its fusion with its host deepened, all the young man’s emotions were revealed within Chu Zheng’s perception.

Sensing the young man’s rapidly growing killing intent, Chu Zheng sighed softly.

The desire to kill had been unleashed without restraint. Even if someone wanted to guide him back to the right path, it would be too late.

The rapidly increasing cultivation would not give him time to adapt but would further magnify this killing intent.

The Qi-refining Technique differed from other Dao, interacting with the world’s most essential energy. All thoughts in one’s heart would be magnified, especially greed, anger, and obsession.

This is why the Dao must not be lightly imparted.

When Chu Zheng first started his cultivation, he obsessed over leaving his name in history, as his obsession with ‘fame’ had been greatly magnified.

Today’s victims, many were undoubtedly innocent.

But under the blade of a vengeful murderer, what use was innocence?

In the future, there would be even more innocent people losing their lives because of this.