eurekapd Chapter 301 Is there no justice left? Is there no law left?!
Chapter 301 Is there no justice left? Is there no law left?!
"I...I've never seen anyone as arrogant as you in all my years!"
Zhang Qinian lay paralyzed in the rubble of the wall pit, his chest heaving violently.
Every word he uttered strained against his broken ribs, causing him to grimace in pain, but his eyes were filled with resentment and malice.
Li Wudao stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at him, and suddenly laughed.
The smile was radiant, carrying a youthful innocence, but the words he spoke almost made Zhang Qinian spit out another mouthful of blood:
"Hey, didn't you see it today?"
He even leaned forward slightly, tilting his head a little, his tone revealing an indescribable ease and comfort:
"What...can you do to me?"
"You...you...Pfft—!"
Zhang Qinian tremblingly raised his finger, his anger rising, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, staining his brocade robe red.
The entire room fell silent for a moment.
"That felt so good! That was so satisfying!"
"The way to deal with this kind of person is to treat them the same way they treat you!"
"That's right, he's always been so arrogant, he's finally been taught a lesson!"
"..."
Those disciples who were usually bullied, exploited, and framed by Zhang Qinian.
At this moment, their eyes were all red, and they excitedly raised their arms and shouted!
how many years?
From the day they joined the sect, they lived in the shadow of this Elder of the Internal Affairs Hall.
He would take 30% of the spirit stones that were due each month; he would embezzle half of the cultivation resources that should have been theirs; and for the slightest dissatisfaction, he would beat or scold them, or worse...
They did consider rebelling.
What are the consequences of resistance?
It was that true disciple whose cultivation was crippled and who knelt outside the mountain gate, bleeding for three days!
They are those fellow disciples who mysteriously "disappeared"!
These are those wrongful convictions that will forever remain buried in the files of the Enforcement Hall and never be heard from again!
They swallowed their anger, thinking they would never live to see the day when justice would prevail!
But today-
Someone stepped forward!
In the most domineering, direct, and satisfying way, they smashed the mountain that had been weighing on their heads for many years with a single punch!
"Holy Son!"
"The Holy Son is mighty!"
Many disciples shouted, their eyes red, their voices growing louder and louder.
It was as if he wanted to cry out all the grievances and humiliations he had suffered over the years in just those two words.
Li Nanzhi's eyes reddened as she watched this scene.
She gently tugged at Qiu Zishi's sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Cousin... has he always been like this in the sect?"
Qiu Zishi was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "No. But Brother Li... cannot tolerate any nonsense."
Wang Zhao covered his swollen face and grinned, which aggravated his wound, causing him to hiss in pain.
But his eyes were full of joy.
Someone should have stood up long ago to deal with these scumbags who hold positions without doing their jobs.
Jiang Churan stood quietly at the edge of the crowd, her white clothes as white as snow, her eyes coldly fixed on the figure in green.
She suddenly remembered her previous life...
At that time, Zhang Qinian continued to act arrogantly and domineeringly until the demons invaded, at which point he "accidentally" died in the chaos of battle.
Those disciples who were oppressed by him never received justice, even in death.
This life... is truly different.
"Rebellion...rebellion!"
Inside the wall pit, Zhang Qinian listened to the cheers of his disciples, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.
The disciple who used to be so obsequious in his presence now dares to point his finger at him and call him an "old dog"?!
"Elder Zhang... Elder Zhang..."
Just then, a weak voice sounded from the side.
It was the butler whose arm had been twisted off.
He was now struggling to crawl over, his face pale and his voice trembling:
“He…they were all calling him ‘Holy Son’…I…I think I heard nine bells this morning…I didn’t pay attention at the time…but now that I think about it…”
He swallowed hard, his eyes filled with fear: "Could it be... that he really is... the Holy Son?"
The words "Holy Son" struck Zhang Qinian's mind like a thunderbolt!
He suddenly looked up and stared intently at Li Wudao.
That face was young, yet unfamiliar...
But the calmness and majesty in those eyes were definitely not something an ordinary disciple should possess!
Thinking back to this morning, nine bells did indeed ring out from the direction of the main peak.
At the time, he was in the Imperial Household Department counting the spirit stones that had been "offered" that month, and he didn't pay any attention to them.
The Xuantian Sect has existed for eight thousand years and has never established the position of Holy Son.
The nine-tone warning bell is a legend within a legend.
He didn't believe it.
Or rather... he couldn't believe it.
"Impossible... Absolutely impossible..."
Zhang Qinian muttered to himself, his face changing color from green to white.
"There hasn't been a holy son in the eight thousand years since the sect was founded... Why do we have one now? Why is it such a young upstart?"
The more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed, and the fear in his heart was gradually replaced by a twisted sense of luck.
Yes... it must be fake!
This kid must have used some secret technique to disguise his aura and bribed these disciples to put on an act!
Yes! That must be it!
Just as he was lost in thought and his mind was in turmoil—
Suddenly, a series of hurried and orderly footsteps came from outside the hall!
Immediately afterwards, a majestic shout exploded like thunder:
"This is an official matter for the Enforcement Hall! All unauthorized personnel, please step aside!"
The crowd parted like a tide.
Eight middle-aged men dressed in black law enforcement robes and wearing standard long swords filed in, standing on both sides with sharp, piercing eyes that scanned the entire area.
Finally, a burly figure strode into the hall.
The man was about forty years old, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and fierce eyes. His expression was as cold and stern as iron, and he wore a black law enforcement robe embroidered with dark gold patterns.
It was none other than Chen Feng, the deputy head of the Law Enforcement Hall!
The Martial King's perfect cultivation was undisguised, and his imposing aura was as heavy as a mountain, instantly silencing the clamor of the entire audience!
"Senior brother?!"
When Zhang Qinian saw the person who had arrived, his eyes suddenly burst with wild joy!
He completely forgot about the idea of a holy son!
Chen Feng is the Deputy Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall!
His grandfather promoted him!
With Chen Feng around, what kind of trouble can a mere kid like him cause?
"Senior brother! You've come at the perfect time!"
Zhang Qinian struggled to climb out of the hole in the wall.
He staggered towards Chen Feng, a ferocious and triumphant smile on his face, glaring fiercely at Li Wudao:
"You're finished... kid, you're completely finished! My senior brother is here in person, let's see how arrogant you can be now!"
He became more and more agitated as he spoke, as if he could already see Li Wudao's miserable end: having his cultivation destroyed and being thrown into a dungeon.
"Senior Brother Chen! Quick! Capture this little beast!"
"And these accomplices... yes, and that woman too!"
He pointed at Li Nanzhi, a lewd glint in his eyes, "She's not bad looking. Take her to my room, and once I'm healed, I'll give her a good 'interrogation'!"
These words caused an uproar in the audience!
Li Wudao's eyes instantly turned cold.
Zhang Qinian is truly arrogant to the core; he hasn't learned a thing from the lesson he just learned.
Chen Feng glanced at the mess in the hall, his brows furrowed, and finally his gaze fell on Li Wudao, his expression suddenly changing!
"shut up!"
He suddenly shouted, interrupting Zhang Qinian.
Zhang Qinian was taken aback: "Senior brother?"
Before the words were finished—
"Snapped!!"
A resounding slap landed hard on Zhang Qinian's face!
Zhang Qinian was so badly beaten that he spun around twice on the spot, feeling dizzy and disoriented, before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
The left cheek swelled up rapidly, and five clear finger marks appeared on the skin.
"Senior...Senior brother...you've hit the wrong person..."
Zhang Qinian covered his face, his eyes filled with confusion and grievance.
"It was you who hit!"
Chen Feng's face turned ashen, and he shouted sternly, "Open your dog eyes and see clearly!"
"This is His Highness the Holy Son, personally conferred by the Supreme Elders and celebrated with nine rings of the Warning Bell! Li Wudao... Holy Son Li!"
His voice boomed like thunder, making the entire Imperial Household Hall reverberate: "Zhang Qinian, how dare you be so disrespectful to the Holy Son?!"
"The...the Holy Son? He really is...the Holy Son?!"
The blank look on Zhang Qinian's face instantly turned deathly pale!
Chen Feng kicked him in the leg and roared, "Hurry up and bow to the Holy Son to apologize!"
Zhang Qinian trembled all over, scrambled to his knees, and kowtowed three times in the direction of Li Wudao, his voice trembling with sobs:
"Your Highness... Your Highness... I... I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness... I accidentally offended you..."
He kowtowed until his forehead bled and his whole body trembled like a leaf; there was no trace of his previous arrogance left.
Li Wudao watched this scene quietly, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.
He gestured for Wang Zhao to come over, pointed to the swollen, bluish-purple bruises on Wang Zhao's face, and slowly began to speak:
“My brother… such an honest person.”
"Just because I couldn't stand Zhang Qinian's corruption and misappropriation of his fellow disciples, I spoke up a few words of justice and I was beaten like this!"
"Not only that, they even dared to extort money in public, demanding huge sums of compensation, threatening to force a confession under torture if they didn't get it, and even... dared to make a move on my cousin?!"
He paused, then his voice suddenly rose, a mocking laugh born of extreme anger:
"Is there no justice left? Is there... no law left?!"