Chapter 58: Haoran's Legacy Lives On

  "It's Han Yang!" Yan Sha's mind was shocked, the vast and majestic aura between heaven and earth was overwhelming, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him. The boundless power made him feel like he had fallen into a swamp, his true energy unable to move.

  "Fire!" A cold command sounded from below.

  "Dong dong......"

  Flaming arrows seemed to rain down, enveloping the entire inn.

  "Kill!" Yan Sha's eyes were heavy with coldness, and he swiftly grabbed a wooden board on the floor. His powerful physique wielded the one-zhang-long, one-chi-wide fragrant wood as if it were a wheel of wind and fire, creating countless afterimages that blocked the arrows.

  Then with a loud crash, countless wooden splinters shot out like sharp arrows. The soldiers in armor outside, more than ten zhang away, seemed to retreat a few steps, but without the support of true energy, these wooden splinters could not penetrate the armor's defense.

  "Ho......" The inn ignited a raging fire, with flames and smoke billowing into the sky.

  "Hum... Hum..." Yan Sha burst out from another direction, but just as he rushed out, countless arrows shot over. Yan Sha danced with his wooden board, like a fierce bull charging out, and surprisingly, he was not afraid of the hundred men at all.

  "Seeking death!" The officer, holding a crimson long spear, slammed it into the green brick. Then with a lift of his right hand, a large, ancient, and clumsy black bow was handed to him. A cold, dark iron arrow was placed in his hand, and with a snap, the arrow was nocked onto the bowstring.

  "Hiss!" The cold iron arrowhead transformed into a dark light, like a startled swan, rapidly piercing through space.

  "Cheers!" Yan Sha's blood surged, his body hair stood on end, and a strong sense of crisis approached. With a flick of the wooden board, it was imbued with thousands of kilograms of force, transforming into a yellow-black whip that collided with icy iron arrows.

  Countless wood chips flew everywhere, and the entire wooden board burst open. The cold light of the arrow shafts continued to fly in with undiminished force.

  "Hmph!" Yan Sha stomped his foot, but without the support of true energy, the effect was not as good. The arrow with killing intent pierced through his left shoulder, blood bursting out, and fresh blood gushing out. Yan Sha couldn't help but grunt in response.

  At this moment, an arrow pierced through the left shoulder of Yan Sha and fell several feet away, deeply embedded in the ground.

  "Take it down!" The officer, holding a large bow and with a stern gaze, shouted loudly.

  "Yes!" The soldiers responded in unison. The military aura soared, and a solemn and murderous atmosphere circulated. Hundreds of soldiers holding long spears formed small arrays, rushing towards the flames and sand.

  "Drink!" Yan Sha still wanted to struggle and counterattack, but his true energy had already been suppressed in the dantian, unable to move. The blood from the wound on his left shoulder continued to flow out, and his head began to feel dizzy, making it impossible for him to counterattack at all.

  A born martial arts master is about to be captured by the imperial court, and a grandmaster who can found his own sect in Jianghu will become a prisoner.

  "Hum!" A black air burst into the sky, turning into thousands of millions of black silk ribbons. These ribbons turned into snakes, covering the sky and rushing towards the soldiers.

  "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

  "Boom!"

  The black air of Chong Xiao collided with the military evil, and the breath was shocked. However, in an instant, the military evil was broken open, and the black air rushed in directly.

  "What are you doing, meddling in the affairs of the imperial court?" A stern and majestic voice rang out. Nearby, an elderly man with a wide robe and an air of refinement scolded angrily.

  "What's the point of interfering!" A cold, clear voice rang out. Countless black auras filled the entire sky, a dense and oppressive sight. A dark, chaotic, and desperate aura emanated from them. The black auras were about to charge into the soldiers, inevitably causing severe damage to the troops.

  "Evil shall not suppress justice, the majestic energy shall endure!" Han Yang's voice was stern. Whooshing sounds filled the air as a thick white light surged upwards, with countless scriptures floating about in an unstable manner. The white light shot up into the sky, transforming the countless scriptures into strands of crystal clear white chains that darted back and forth through the void.

  A majestic, upright and bright breath rises to the sky, connecting heaven and earth in a vast and mighty way. In the process, countless wishes of the people gather together, transformed into the aura of saints and sages, with an increasingly grand momentum.

  Innumerable glittering chains of order and black ribbons collided, zizi, the dark energy seemed to be burned, turning into a wisp of smoke that dissipated. The dark fog in the sky dispersed, but the person who had just made their move was already silent.

  "Hey, where's everyone?"

  "Escaped?"

  In the direction of the inn, Yan Sha had disappeared without a trace at some point.

  "Governor, Yan Sha has escaped!" A tall, armor-clad soldier stepped forward to report to the middle-aged man in blue clothes. This blue-clothed middle-aged man was none other than the governor of Rong Prefecture.

  "Teacher!" The man in blue clothes with a small crown on his head turned around and looked at Han Yang.

  "Never mind, it seems that the monk has just made his move! With ghosts and monsters appearing, is the world about to fall into chaos?" Han Yang's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he spoke in a worn-out sigh.

  ……

  Seigun Castle Town

  Pan Hao's eyes were deep and profound, and even the newly appointed monk didn't dare to clash with that old man Han Yang, the power of a sage was indeed formidable.

  "Master, Mr. Liu has arrived!" A clear and melodious voice rang out from outside the door. This was obviously Xiaotao's voice.

  "Ah, serve tea in the front hall!" Pan Hao came back to his senses and said loudly. It seems that this Old Master Liu can't wait any longer! But it's not easy to eliminate such a great sin.

  "Mr. Liu, I didn't expect to see you again!" Pan Hao walked out of the gate, and at this time, Liu Yong was holding a celadon teacup, pouring himself a small drink. Seeing Pan Hao walk in, he hastily put down his teacup and bowed to Pan Hao, saying: "Mr. Pan, thank you for your help!"

  "Here, this is the crystal ball from that day, plus a little something extra I had sent over, I hope Master Pan will accept it." Liu Yong said sincerely as he took out the crystal ball he and Pan Hao had competed for on that day.

  Liu Yong also put down his airs as the richest young master and sincerely thanked Pan Hao.

  "Mr. Liu, there's no need to be like that. Pan certain is not going to give up saving people just because of this trivial crystal. However, for this illness, I can only treat the symptoms, but as for treating the root cause, I'm still powerless!" Pan Hao waved his hand and sat down in front of a chair.

  "What can be done?" Liu Yong's heart tightened as he hastily asked.

  "It's on you, Old Man Liu!" Pan Hao's eyes lifted, his voice clear and loud.

  "What? How could this be?" Liu Yong's mind was filled with doubt and confusion, and he couldn't help but ask out loud.

  "Mr. Liu, your family has been unlucky for half a year now!" Pan Hao picked up a cup of clear tea and gently blew the floating green tea leaves on top, releasing a refreshing aroma that rose into the air.

  "How did you know?" Liu Yong's mind was racing, and the scenes from half a year ago flashed before his eyes. He had an only son who got married and started a business five years ago and gave birth to a daughter, Xiao Jing. However, Liu Yong's only son suddenly fell ill and died six months ago, which was a devastating blow to him.

  Then, troubles came one after another, and disasters struck repeatedly. Now his only granddaughter is also seriously ill, if Pan Hao hadn't lent a helping hand, the consequences would be unthinkable.

  "Mr. Liu, do you know about the embankment breach in the lower reaches of the Tianhe River? You were the supervisor in charge of the construction back then, weren't you?" Pan Hao also didn't want to beat around the bush and directly pointed out the matter.

  "That's right, it was indeed I who presided over the construction of the downstream dam. Wait a minute, do you know something?" Liu Yong didn't pay attention at first, but suddenly felt that Pan Hao's question seemed to have an ulterior motive."

  "You were the one who used substandard materials to build the riverbank, which led to its collapse and flooding of hundreds of miles. Even if the imperial court doesn't investigate this crime, heaven won't let you off!" Pan Hao said in a cold voice, his eyes narrowing slightly.

  "At that time, I was momentarily possessed by a demon! I regret not being careful from the start!" Liu Yong's eyes were dull and he muttered to himself. Who would have thought that these disasters were actually brought upon by himself?

  "Can that little Jing be saved?" Liu Yong, after all, was a man of over fifty years old, who had experienced many ups and downs in his life, quickly cleared his mind.

  "Squander all family wealth, accumulate virtue and do good deeds!" Pan Hao's eyes were dim, he looked up at Liu Yong who had already been shocked by this sentence.