I Have A Qi Fortune Altar

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: Cien Temple Blood Evil Saber!
 

The two men erupted into action nearly simultaneously. Chen Yuan closed his eyes to avoid the lime, and in the moment he fired the crossbow arrow, Han Feihu also felt a cold gust of wind and instinctively dodged to the side.

But the crossbow arrow still grazed Han Feihu’s cheek.

“Heh, resorting to sneak attacks, Arrest Officer Chen? That’s hardly the conduct of a gentleman!”

Han Feihu wiped the blood from his face, snorted coldly, and took several steps forward, slashing at Chen Yuan.

“Cling.”

The saber in Han Feihu’s hand was swept aside by Chen Yuan’s sword. Then, supporting himself against a tree trunk behind him with his right leg, he drew back, gathered his strength, and thrust his long sword directly at Han Feihu’s chest.

“Is throwing lime the act of a gentleman?”

Chen Yuan scoffed coldly, his long sword slashing continuously. Employing the fiercely aggressive Six Harmonies Saber Technique bolstered by his own formidable strength, Chen Yuan actually forced Han Feihu, who was at the peak of Bone Refining Cultivation, back several steps.

The two battled, blades flashing within several yards, cutting down the nearby grass and trees cleanly.

“You are at the Bone Refining Cultivation level!”

Han Feihu retreated several steps, his face darkening and his arm growing numb.

Chen Yuan did not reply but continued to press forward, leaving Han Feihu to think whatever he wanted.

Chen Yuan’s long sword swept horizontally, aiming for Han Feihu’s head. He somersaulted and landed on a large rock, leaping into the air, his right leg kicking toward Chen Yuan’s chest.

“Get lost!”

Chen Yuan’s left fist clenched, bursting with a golden glow under the cover of night, colliding with Han Feihu’s right leg.

“Bang!”

The terrifying force directly sent Han Feihu flying, stumbling backward several steps on the ground before he could stabilize himself.

With his right leg trembling slightly, Han Feihu reached down to hold it, his expression dark and unstable. Suddenly, a piercing pain surged from his cheek, and he fearfully reached up to touch it.

The skin that had been punctured by the crossbow arrow was now festering…

“The arrow was poisoned!”

Han Feihu roared.

Chen Yuan sneered and ignored Han Feihu’s words. Why would he equip a miniature crossbow on his arm if not to use poison? Its killing power was not significant on its own.

Taking a step forward, Chen Yuan held the sword in both hands, focusing all his will on the blade and slashing out.

“Boom!”

Han Feihu’s saber used for blocking shattered directly. Chen Yuan’s long sword slashed across his chest, ripping through his clothes and embedding deeply into his flesh. Chen Yuan tried to withdraw the sword but found it stuck fast,

Han Feihu, enduring the pain, grinned with a cruel smile.

He gripped the blade with his left hand and with his broken saber in his right, he fiercely thrust upward.

He was ready to trade life for life!

Having survived numerous close encounters during years of frontier battles, Han Feihu’s tenacity stemmed from his fearlessness of death.

“Tear!”

With the broken saber in Han Feihu’s hand moving from bottom to top, Chen Yuan’s clothes were torn, but before he could feel pleased, he saw a very alarming sight.

Chen Yuan’s body emitted a faint dark golden light, quite conspicuous under the moonlight. The cut made by Han Feihu left only a white mark on him.

Chen Yuan clenched his right fist and seized the moment to throw a punch at Han Feihu’s head.

“Boom!”

Blood splattered; with one punch, Han Feihu’s head shattered like a watermelon, mixing blood and brains together, the stench assaulting the senses.

A faint, cool breeze flowed into Chen Yuan’s mind, and in his haze, he seemed to see that somewhat damaged, mysterious altar absorbing that Qi Fortune.

A stream of information flooded into his mind.

Cien Temple, Blood Evil Saber!

Chen Yuan’s expression remained calm as he took a deep breath, wiped the blood stains off his body with his outer garments, and squatting down, he whispered, “It’s either you die or I live!”

However, this time it was indeed a bit perilous had Han Feihu not wielded a broken saber and had Chen Yuan not cultivated the Vajra Glaze Body, that strike would have severely injured Chen Yuan.

But the broken saber was too short, the force behind Han Feihu’s strike was insufficient, and only a minor effect was felt by Chen Yuan coupled with the extremely strong protective ability of the Vajra Glaze Body.

Thus, it merely left a white mark from the strike.

Chen Yuan closed his eyes, recalling the perilous moment, his spirit exceedingly serene. Han Feihu’s strength had definitely reached the level of Tie Xuan, and his success in killing him meant that Chen Yuan’s strength was now almost second to none among any Bone Refining expert in Ping’an County.

After summarizing the event, Chen Yuan began to focus on the information from the Qi Fortune Altar just received.

Cien Temple, Blood Evil Saber!

Again Cien Temple, Chen Yuan’s first opportunity had come from obtaining the incomplete manuscripts of the Vajra Glaze Body within Cien Temple, and previously Zhao Nanshan had also told him that Cien Temple might be somehow related to the demon-like beings of the No-Life Sect.

Chen Yuan had intended to investigate again after stepping into the Bone Refining Level, but unexpectedly, the information from the Qi Fortune Altar now pointed again towards Cien Temple.

The Blood Evil Saber, just by the name, doesn’t sound like an ordinary weapon; Chen Yuan guessed it might possibly be a Demon Blade.

But…

He still wanted to possess it.

…

…

Chen Yuan, with his upper body bare, returned to the site of the earlier ambush when the battle had completely concluded. Most of the bandits had been killed, leaving only one survivor.

The only regret was, they only caught three horses; the others either died from the chaos of flying arrows or vanished into the night startled.

Throwing Han Feihu’s mangled body on the ground, a government official immediately came forward, holding his nose, and picked up the corpse.

His gaze swept over everyone, and Chen Yuan said solemnly,

“After returning, you divide those one hundred and twenty taels of reward silver, and the remaining thirty taels give to the wounded.” Chen Yuan had no interest in coveting those trifles.

The elixir found on Han Feihu was already very valuable.

There were also those three strong warhorses, each worth a few dozen taels of silver, especially with the new directions obtained from the Qi Fortune Altar, this time, it was worth it!

“Thank you, sir!”

“Thank you, sir!”

Upon hearing Chen Yuan’s words, the assembly of government officials immediately shouted out, their respect for Chen Yuan greatly increased. The one hundred and fifty taels of silver divided among them meant that each person got at least two taels, and the wounded constables could even get ten taels.

More than their monthly salary, and of course, the older government officials received substantially more silver than the younger ones, with the White Servants getting the least.

And Chen Yuan, as the arrest officer, did not take a single tael for himself.

They all knew under the deliberate promotion by Wang Ping about a total of two hundred and fifty taels of silver, with one hundred taels taken by those higher up and only one hundred and fifty taels left.

As to who took it at the top, they were also basically clear.

Chen Yuan nodded slightly watching everyone’s excited demeanor.

Averaging the distribution was not advisable, as the older government officials were stronger and faced greater pressure. If they received the same amount as the younger officials, there would inevitably be dissatisfaction.

Not only would it fail to win people’s hearts, but it would also stir up their discontent.

“Cut off the heads of everyone and bring them back to the County Government with those goods. We will discuss merits and reward tomorrow!”

Chen Yuan waved, speaking loudly.

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