Chapter 3: The Five Poisons Palm—Nothing More Than This

Chapter 3: The Five Poisons Palm—Nothing Special

In Changning City, on the western side of town, stood the Yunlai Inn.

With the rapid clatter of hooves, a large group of soldiers appeared along the street, converging from both ends.

Soon, the entire street was densely packed, impenetrable to the slightest gap.

As far as the eye could see—on rooftops and along the street—uniformed soldiers stood armed with swords, shields, bows, and arrows. A total of eight hundred elite troops had been urgently dispatched from the city defense camp.

Across the street from the inn, in a tall building, were gathered Chief Constable Zhou Bai, Deputy General Wang Lang of the city defense camp, and Yu Xian, representing the Wang Manor. From their vantage point, they could observe the situation at Yunlai Inn.

“Yu Gongfeng, has the prince issued any orders?” asked Chief Constable Zhou Bai, a man of imposing stature and sharp aura. He was the overall commander of this capture operation.

Two days had passed since the summons from Prince Fu.

Yu Xian, having taken time to visit Dr. Huang from the Wang Manor to obtain several nourishing prescriptions, had been taking them continuously for days. Coupled with his cultivation of internal energy and self-restraint, his health had rapidly improved, now regaining about seventy to eighty percent of his vitality.

He raised his teacup, sipping politely with a smile.

“Chief Constable Zhou, you are the true protagonist today. When I arrived, the prince instructed me not to overshadow you. My role is merely to support your command.”

In other words, he was content to watch from the sidelines and avoid taking the lead.

Zhou Bai was not surprised; he never expected the Wang Manor’s envoys to exert themselves fully. He turned to General Wang beside him:

“General Wang, I entrust the next phase to you.”

This man would be the main force in the capture.

“Order the troops!” General Wang, a burly man, spoke bluntly. After saluting the others, he descended to lead the soldiers.

At that moment, a flag waved on the terrace, signaling the troops below to begin tightening the encirclement around Yunlai Inn.

Meanwhile, Zhou Bai’s constables and the Wang Manor’s experts had already stormed into the inn.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the inn resounded with shouts and the clash of battle.

Bang!

A black shadow crashed through a second-floor window, landing heavily on the ground.

It was a constable, his chest caved in, face dark red and blackened with blood and grime, struggling in pain before going still.

A black-robed man with long gray-white hair, seemingly in his thirties, appeared at the broken window. He first surveyed the soldiers around, then swiftly fixed his gaze on Zhou Bai and his companions across the way.

He snorted coldly, his breath like thunder.

“Zhou Bai, you were once famed in the martial world as the Iron Brush Judge, a chivalrous hero known far and wide. How have you now become a lapdog of the court,I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.