Chapter 12: Sword Qi Projection
Li Changsheng stood on the top floor, watching the scene before him with great interest.
He had thought that the Song family's allegiance to him was approved by Song Zhengwu and supported by the entire family. Now, it seemed that wasn't the case.
"Early this morning, news of the Song family's split spread. The hundred thousand taels of silver were gathered by the Song family head after selling many of his personal assets," Bai Qing'er, standing behind Li Changsheng, explained.
"So it seems the Song family is divided into two factions?"
Li Changsheng was slightly surprised but then shook his head. "But this Song Ruhu is also a fool. Does he really think he can protect the family's assets if Old Master Song dies?"
Bai Qing'er also shook her head, "Once Old Master Song dies, with the Cao Gang's overwhelming power, why would they leave any loose ends? Who knows if a genius might emerge from the Song family in the future?"
Li Changsheng glanced at Bai Qing'er in surprise, not expecting her to see things so clearly.
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"Song Ruhu, stop this nonsense and take your people back!"
Song Rulong looked at Song Ruhu, who was sneering incessantly, and finally lost the last shred of patience. His younger brother was an irredeemable fool. Even the Cao Gang didn't dare to touch this person—what made Song Ruhu think he could capture him?
"Song Rulong, you've suppressed me in the family for decades. Today, I'll see if you can protect that kid!"
"As for you, once I capture you, I'll send you both to the Cao Gang. From then on, the Song family will be under my rule!"
With that, Song Ruhu took a step forward.
The peak Houtian-level true Qi surged through his body. With a shake of his body, a series of cracking sounds like beans popping echoed from within, and his aura changed drastically, completely different from before!
"Get down here!"
Song Ruhu moved with the agility of a dragon and the ferocity of a tiger, striking directly at Song Rulong's face with a palm strike, showing no regard for brotherly bonds. He was going all out.
"Well, well, well!"
Song Rulong's face turned icy. "It seems you've been hiding a lot over the years. Even I didn't know you've reached the peak Houtian level. No wonder you wanted to split the family—you thought you could protect your share of the family's wealth?"
"But I haven't been idle these years as the family head. Twenty years ago, you weren't my match, and now it's no different!"
With that, Song Rulong didn't dodge or evade. Instead, he met Song Ruhu's palm strike head-on!
Boom!
The two clashed, both retreating several steps.
But Song Rulong was clearly stronger, stabilizing himself in just three steps. He launched a fierce attack, his body sharp and swift, turning into a blur as he pounced on Song Ruhu. His right leg lashed out, followed by a whip-like kick, one move after another, relentless and overwhelming, instantly suppressing Song Ruhu!
"The Gale Leg Technique has reached perfection!"
The Song family members who had come with Song Ruhu were shocked. They knew Song Ruhu had reached the peak Houtian level, which was why they had dared to follow him. But they hadn't expected Song Ruhu to be suppressed so quickly!
Among them, only three were Houtian-level martial artists. Now that two peak Houtian-level fighters were battling, only those three could intervene; the others were powerless to help.
"You all go capture that kid! I'll help Ruhu!"
The strongest among them, Song Rujiao, wielded a longsword and rushed forward to help Song Ruhu fend off Song Rulong's attacks.
"Let's go!"
The others exchanged glances and charged toward the top floor.
Now, capturing the kid who had dared to offend the Cao Gang and delivering him to them was their priority!
On the fourth floor, Li Changsheng watched the advancing Song family members and shook his head with a sigh.
"Enough, enough. Let's settle matters in Wushan City today."
With that, he lightly stepped on the floor, floating down and landing right in front of the group ascending the stairs.
The reason he hadn't immediately attacked the Cao Gang was to subdue them and use their influence to earn silver. But now that the simulator no longer accepted silver for simulations, subduing the Cao Gang was meaningless!
"Capture him!"
Seeing Li Changsheng leap down, the two Houtian-level martial artists from the Song family were alarmed. They exchanged glances, drew their swords, and lunged at Li Changsheng.
Their sword strikes were precise and tricky—one aimed straight for Li Changsheng's face, while the other targeted his lower body.
"Get out of here!"
Li Changsheng's expression remained unchanged. With his right hand, he used two fingers to catch the sword aimed at his face, while his left leg shot out like lightning, kicking the other attacker.
Boom!
The Houtian-level martial artist was sent flying down the stairs, crashing to the ground on the first floor, motionless.
"This is not how you wield a sword!"
Li Changsheng twisted the sword caught between his fingers slightly.
"Ah!"
The sword wielder cried out in pain, and the sword fell from his hand, landing in Li Changsheng's grasp.
"Mediocre, but it'll do."
Li Changsheng weighed the sword in his hand a few times and shook his head slightly.
"Run!"
Seeing the two leading Houtian-level martial artists—one dead and the other injured—someone shouted, and the Song family members fled downstairs in panic.
"Do you think you can escape?"
Li Changsheng swung the sword in his hand fiercely, and an invisible sword Qi shot out.
Boom!
The fleeing Song family members were instantly sliced in half by the invisible sword Qi!
Blood flowed down the stairs!
Li Changsheng descended step by step.
In his hundreds of simulations, he had already mastered various mundane martial arts to the extreme. Although he couldn't become a true sword immortal now, he could prevent the title of "Barbaric King Kong" from emerging.
As long as he didn't reveal his body-refining cultivation, he didn't believe anyone would call him Barbaric King Kong!
Moreover, using true essence to power his sword techniques made them several times more potent than using internal energy.
The two men fighting Song Rulong on the first floor also noticed the commotion upstairs.
Their faces pale with fear, they didn't bother to continue fighting Song Rulong. Both unleashed their full power, striking out fiercely before turning and fleeing toward the exit of the Yichun House.
Song Rulong steadied himself and wanted to give chase.
"No need to chase them. Let's go to the Cao Gang," Li Changsheng said indifferently, watching the two figures sprinting through the streets.
"Young Master, are you going to the Cao Gang now?"
Bai Qing'er, who had descended from the top floor, hurriedly asked.
"Yes," Li Changsheng replied calmly. "Two days have passed. The Cao Gang should be prepared. There's no need to wait until tomorrow."
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Song Ruhu and Song Rujiao ran several thousand meters before stopping to catch their breath, relieved that no one was pursuing them.
"Projecting internal Qi—that's something only Xiantian-level martial artists can do!"
"Where did this monster come from?"
Song Ruhu said bitterly, filled with jealousy.
He had trained hard for over forty years and only managed to break through to the peak Houtian level last year with the help of a century-old ginseng. He had thought he could finally compete with Song Rulong using his peak Houtian-level cultivation, but now Song Rulong had gained the support of a Xiantian-level martial artist.
Song Rujiao looked at Song Ruhu's gloomy expression and felt a twinge of regret. He had once enjoyed Song Rulong's trust. If he hadn't betrayed the family head, he wouldn't be like a stray dog now.
But there was no turning back. Song Rujiao gritted his teeth and said:
"Ruhu, what should we do now?"
"Should we ask Old Master Song to intervene?"
Song Ruhu growled fiercely:
"The old man is practically dead. What use is he?"
"Let's go to the Cao Gang. The Swift Wind Sword Zhou Yunqing is there now. With him and the Cao Gang's forces, I refuse to believe we can't take down that kid!"