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Song Shuhang opened the last document happily, but then quickly turned it off with a disappointed face.

This ‘Temporary Sword Controlling Technique’ was a failed product of Great Master Profound Principle’s experiment of ‘reducing the usage level of Temporary Sword Controlling Technique’.

And then, the master improved it and used it to give his disciples a pre-experience of ‘Sword Controlling Technique’.

At first, Great Master Profound Principle would embed a special formation into a flying sword and store some of his own spiritual energy in it. After that, even low-rank disciples could temporarily use and experience the magic of Sword Controlling Technique with a set of starting passwords, spells, and handprints.

However, as the spirit energy stored by Great Master Profound Principle was limited, this temporary Sword Controlling Technique couldn’t last long. So, it was also called Trial and Error Sword Controlling Technique.

As this Temporary Sword Controlling Technique was too ‘temporary’, it would be useless even if Song Shuhang learnt it. So, he just looked through the document and closed the folder.

‘The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. I have agreed to treat Yangde and Tubo in Ten Fragrances Fish Head this evening. There are still six or seven hours left, during which I can cultivate for several times. Time is money. A young idler, an old beggar!’

When he started to cultivate ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯, for some reason, the face of the silly uncle always appeared before the eyes of Song Shuhang.

Thus, he struck harder with every punch!

With the last set of the fist technique, even the qi and blood value in his body seemed to increase a little bit?

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In a ward of Jiangnan Fourth People’s Hospital.

Sima Jiang stood up from the hospital bed, lit up a cigarette and looked out of the window silently.

“Mr. Sima, we’ve brought you the man,” said the man in a suit and with glasses outside the door.

Sima Jiang gnashed his teeth, “Bring him in.”

The door was pushed open, and a group of sturdy men took the robber who was trussed up tightly into the ward.

Sima Jiang turned his head and stared at the robber coldly. “Moron, do you know me?”

The robber looked up at Sima Jiang, and suddenly smiled. “Yes.”

Before, with so many guns pointed at him, he had no choice but surrender. But now… this little ward and the bodyguards outside wouldn’t be able to stop him!

To catch bandits, first catch the ringleader. As soon as he caught this handsome uncle, he could take him hostage and escape unscathed.

As for the rope he was tied with… he could easily free himself from it.

Just with a slight struggle, the robber broke from the rope, and then he moved his body and charged at Sima Jiang like an arrow off the bowstring with a horribly fast speed.

With his right hand claw-shaped, he clawed at the throat of Sima Jiang, intending to take him as a hostage!

However, when Sima Jiang saw the robber break free from the rope, there was no sign of fear in his eyes.

In the doorway of the ward, the man in a suit pushed his glasses and lightly pressed a button on a remote control with his right hand.

“Bang! Bang!” here came two almost imperceptible crackling sounds.

His eyes bulging in shock, the robber in mid-air found his legs ripped from his knees and his blood flowing out.

Sima Jiang’s men had planted two small bombs on his legs before to prevent the robber from escaping or trying something funny.

“Ah…” screaming like a dying pig, the robber dropped down, writhing on the floor in anguish.

Sima Jiang nodded, and two men who appeared to be doctors approached the robber, then calmly injected some drugs and bandaged his amputated limbs.

After quite a while.

The robber sat quietly in the corner, glassy eyed. So, my legs… are broken?

I’m finished! It’s all over!

Without legs, how could he continue being a cultivator?

His life, his everything… was over.

Sima Jiang snubbed his cigarette and looked down at the robber, “Moron, that’s all you can do, huh?”

The robber looked lifeless, not saying a word.

“I’m not interested in your name and origin. I just want to know, where is the express parcel that you took away from me?” Sima Jiang asked in a low voice.

“Hehe.” The robber rolled his eyes.

“Don’t wanna tell me? Good, I like tough guys like you.” Sima Jiang gave him a thumbs-up, suddenly took out an iron rod from somewhere, and hit the robber on the head with force. The robber’s head was immediately hurt and bled. “Now we are even!”

“You’ll tell us everything you know, I swear!”

“Bring him down and give him a taste of our means!”

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Within ten minutes, the robber swiftly confessed.

He said everything he knew. It was not because he couldn’t bear the torture of Sima Jiang’s men, but because he wanted to revenge!

He honestly described the location and appearance of his senior brother—just let Sima Jiang and his men go find his senior brother.

As a disciple of Moon Saber Sect and cultivator of Second Stage Realm, it would be easy for him to solve this group of mortals, wouldn’t it?

Even if his senior brother was defeated by this group of mortals due to negligence—that would be something worthy of celebration!

That bastard, he took away his invisible magical sword and lied that he would give it to the sect master. He would definitely fight with him if he were strong enough!

Both Sima Jiang and his senior brother were his enemies. He would be pleased to see them fight! It would be better if they fought like Kilkenny cats.

Of course, he would not be as foolish as telling them about his senior brother’s identity and strength. He just mentioned his senior brother was an accomplice who lived with him, and now the express parcel was in his hands.

Sima Jiang lit another cigarette and took a big puff.

“You’d better tell us the truth. If you dare to deceive me, you will feel better off dead.” Sima Jiang said harshly. In a society ruled by law, it was improper to kill a person. After all, they were law-abiding citizens.

However, there were many ways to make a person’s life hell for him.

For example, throw him into a special prison for a period of time, during which he would have to stay with gay men… who would line up to ‘take care of him’ every day.

“Find his companion by his description!” Sima Jiang said in a low voice.

“With such a detailed description, we should be able to dig up info on this guy’s companion by tomorrow. You can count on us.” The man in a suit and with glasses pushed his glasses and looked confident.

“As soon as possible!

Sima Jiang nodded.

He hoped there wouldn’t be any new problem…

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At 4:30 p.m.

Song Shuhang exercised fist technique for seven times, and used two qi and blood pills.

The fewer the remaining qi and blood pills were, the higher the value of qi and blood stored in his heart aperture—it had reached nearly twenty.

Now, he only had to sit with eyes closed in meditation to feel a warm flow in his heart aperture! His physique would be thoroughly improved as long as the qi and blood value in his body reached thirty. And then, there would be a higher ‘qi and blood value’ to use for his daily cultivation.

Seeing it was about the time, Shuhang finished cultivating.

He found a bathroom and took a shower in Medicine Master’s house to wash off the impurities and sweat discharged from his body, then changed into the clothes he had placed here before.

Then, he went all the way to Ten Fragrances Fish Head and ordered a room.

“Yangde, come to Ten Fragrances Fish Head with Tubo and Gao Moumou. I’ve booked a room, it’s No.303.” Shuhang gave Yangde a call.

“No problem, we’ll be there soon!” Yangde chuckled, turned to his roommates and told them, “Get ready, Ten Fragrances Fish Head, Shuhang’s treat.”

Tubo, Gao Moumou, and Zhuge Zhongyang were right beside him.

“Shuhang will treat us in Ten Fragrances Fish Head?” Gao Moumou rolled his eyes, quickly pulled out his cell phone, and dialed a number.

“Hello? Is it Student Lu Fei? It’s me, Gao Moumou. Do you still remember that Shuhang said he would treat us at Ten Fragrances Fish Head? Yeah, yeah, he wants to invite you too and asks me to invite you for him. Which box? Well, it’s room No.303,” Gao Moumou pushed his glasses whose lens reflected a light of wisdom…