The executioner raised his knife and a big head flew up, with fresh blood spurting out, staining the yellow soil beneath their feet.
The headless body sat slumped on the ground, but didn’t fall over.
Both of his knees had broken bones, and the stubs were already stained red with blood. He stubbornly Discover more novels on NovelHub - your gateway to endless stories.
This sight of death was truly horrifying. Even people from the Imperial Capital who were used to seeing executions at the market were amazed and speechless.
After the admiration, there was a rush and scramble, with the crowd pushing forward eagerly to dip into the blood.
Storyteller Jiang Chen, behind the crowd, silently watched this scene, feeling a bit melancholic in his heart.
He was a person saved by Qiao’s family, so his emotions were in turmoil at the moment, making him feel a bit uneasy.
As for the martial artists hidden in the crowd, their eyes were dull and they silently began to leave.
Among them, some people came because of the Martial Saint.
Clairaudience pulled Jiang Chen to a secluded place and sternly scolded the young disciple.
“Do you know who that person in the straw hat was?” he asked seriously.
“….Who is he? Does he have a powerful background?” Jiang Chen’s heart skipped a beat.
Still filled with a bit of fiery passion, Jiang Chen realized that arguing with a stranger in the market was indeed inappropriate.
This is the Imperial Capital, after all, and the bystanders on the street could very well be nobles or royalty.
Judging by the way he spoke, he definitely seemed arrogant and full of entitlement.
“How would I know?” Clairaudience shrugged confidently.
His heart was about to jump out, thinking that he offended some important person, you say you don’t know?
“You dare to speak like that without knowing who he is?” Clairaudience’s face turned serious.
“The way that man in the hat spoke was indeed somewhat extraordinary.”
“With that kind of tone, there are generally only two possibilities.”
“First, he could be a cultivator from the Immortal Gate,” he said.
“When they face ordinary people, they have an inherent arrogance, and the way that person spoke just now does indeed resemble that.”
Jiang Chen, who had just arrived at the Imperial Capital, got into a fight with someone who seemed to be a cultivator in the middle of the street?
Jiang Chen suddenly felt a bit uneasy.
“So, what about another possibility?” he asked again.
“Another possibility would be to become a corrupt ruler,” Clairaudience sneered.
“He laughs at the foolishness of the people who only know how to dip their mantou in blood. He laughs at Qiao Zhong who tries to shake a tree like a tiny insect. Little does he know that he himself is one of the common people, but he likes to stand in a high place and give orders.”
“There are many people in the Imperial Capital. Why bother paying attention to them?”
“In any case, you acted rashly in this matter. Don’t make the same mistake again in the future,” Clairaudience said while looking at this junior.
He was the guide for Jiang Chen to enter the Tide Listening Building, but in truth, they were not from the same faction within the building.
The storyteller who tells “true events” and “fantastic tales” may not clash like fire and water, but their ideas are vastly different.
And now he finally understood the difference between the two.
At the very least, Clairaudience would never engage in a debate with a passerby in the Imperial Capital’s market who appeared to be a cultivator.
The moon was shining dimly, and its soft light covered the vegetable market.
At this time, there were no pedestrians in the vegetable market anymore. The little traces of blood on the ground were covered with yellow soil by the officials, and only a deep dark red color remained on the soil.
Qiao Zhong’s headless body had already been taken away. After all, he was a 4th rank martial artist. If the body was not dealt with, it could attract bloodthirsty monsters.
Under the moonlight, Qiao Mu’s head was hung on a sharpened wooden stake, and the flowing blood stained the stake red.
The beheading at the vegetable market was a warning to others.
This is not an ordinary beheading. The head of the wicked criminal had to be hung on the wooden stake for the public to watch.
A tall and strong martial artist looked from afar at the head on the stake, picked up the wine bottle at his waist, and guzzled it down.
He is a tall martial artist who used to give way to the hunchbacked old man.
There are actually quite a few martial artists like him who disguise themselves and secretly observe executions. He is just one of them.
From the morning of the execution until now, there hasn’t been the turning point he imagined, which makes him resort to drinking to drown his sorrows.
“This Qiao Zhong guy, this Martial Saint guy, they are all just dust…”
He walked crookedly on the street and suddenly stopped in his tracks.
In front of him, there was an figure enveloped in a long robe.
“The former expert in spiritual refining, Sword Ghost, has now become a drunkard. So, do you really think the Martial Saint is the last hope for us martial artists? Now the martial arts ideals have collapsed,” the robed person said scornfully.
“What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with me?” Sword Ghost, with drunken eyes, belched.
“Although the Martial Saint is dead, for hundreds of years, there has been a legend of martial artists following the path of martial arts enlightenment, led by the founder of Wudang, Zhang Zhenren,” the robed person said.
If Martial Saint is the last hope in the hearts of some martial artists, then the dream in the hearts of some martial artists is to enter the path through martial arts.
“Wake up, the Wuji Association has never been able to shoulder great responsibilities, while our Martial Arts League pursues entering the path through martial arts!”