novelaction Chapter 229 A Bloodbath Caused by a Pig's Head
Chapter 229 A Bloodbath Caused by a Pig's Head
Chapter 229 A Bloodbath Caused by a Pig's Head
Zhu Dachang was laughing heartily with his men, laughing until tears streamed down his face, when suddenly he felt a howling wind overhead and a terrifying surge of Yuan energy descending from the sky. He was immediately terrified.
In a fleeting glance, he saw a small, thin figure rushing towards him from above; it vaguely resembled the little girl.
Despite her slender build, the little girl's strength and speed when she jumped were astonishing. Before her fist even arrived, the force of the punch made his forehead ache and his hair stand on end.
"I've already mentioned the name of the Martial Arts Association, how dare she still make a move?"
"Besides, when masters clash, shouldn't they first announce their names? To start fighting like this, where is the demeanor of a grandmaster?"
"How is this any different from a street brawl where people resort to violence at the slightest disagreement? Shouldn't every move be executed with the style of a master?"
In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through Zhu Dachang's mind. He really wanted to call a halt and then have a spectacular duel between masters.
But Qingmeng clearly wouldn't give him a chance. His fist surged with Yuan energy and shot straight down, cutting a sharp whistling sound in the air.
Left with no other choice, Zhu Dachang no longer cared about whether his posture was elegant or not, and could only raise his fist to meet the attack.
However, too many thoughts had crossed his mind just now, and by the time he threw a punch to counter, he had already lost the initiative. Moreover, Qingmeng had a significant advantage due to his superior position.
boom!
Qingmeng fell from the sky like a shooting star, her small, white fist colliding with Zhu Dachang's fist, which was as big as a vinegar jar.
Zhu Dachang felt an immense force crashing down on him, his body suddenly sinking downwards, his feet sinking deep into the mud.
Using the rebound force from the collision of their fists, Qingmeng's thin body twisted and instead of falling, he flew straight up and punched Zhu Dachang again.
Seeing another punch coming down on his head, Zhu Dachang endured the soreness and numbness in his arm and continued to throw punches to meet it.
boom!
The two fists collided, and the result was exactly the same as before. Zhu Dachang's body continued to sink, and even his knees were buried in the ground.
Qingmeng, as if he had taken some kind of magical extra gum, kept jumping up and down, then jumping up and down again, throwing punch after punch, and he just couldn't stop!
boom! boom! boom!
After a few punches, Zhu Dachang sank deeper and deeper, and the soil on the ground soon reached his waist.
"Are they going to bury people alive?"
Seeing the amazing and dramatic scene unfolding before them, the martial arts masters of the Wu Lao Hui were stunned. None of them could react and they stood there obediently, watching Qing Meng drive their leader into the ground bit by bit, like a wooden stake.
Finally, after Zhu Dachang's chest was mostly buried in the ground, Qing Meng's body deftly flipped in the air and landed in front of him.
"So, are you going to pay or not?" Qingmeng pointed at the gate and the shed, then waved her fair fist in front of Zhu Dachang's eyes, her eyes full of threat.
"I'll pay...I'll pay..." Zhu Dachang's arm, which he had been supporting with great effort, finally fell, and he spat out mouthfuls of blood as he weakly answered.
"If you had shown this attitude earlier, would you have needed to go to so much trouble, Grandma?" Qingmeng was very satisfied with Zhu Dachang's repentance and said, "Then hurry up and take it out, silver or spirit stones are fine!"
"Hand over all your valuables. As martial artists of the Martial Elders Association, how can we not compensate for damaging someone else's door?"
Zhu Dachang very cooperatively gave orders to the martial artists accompanying him.
"You just said that the Wu Lao Hui people always carry out forced demolitions, when have they ever compensated anyone for their property?"
"Besides, if you're going to pay for it yourself, why drag us into it? You're the leader, with a fortune, while we're just lowly soldiers following orders. We've saved up this little bit of wealth by scrimping and saving, do you think it was easy?"
The martial artists who came with them felt resentful, and their gazes toward their leader were no longer as friendly as when they first arrived.
However, even the most powerful leader, Zhu Da, was smashed into the ground like a wooden stake. If these lowly soldiers didn't cooperate, not to mention the possibility of being retaliated against later, they might not even be able to get past this hurdle.
The crowd looked at each other, then at Zhu Da, whose chest was stained red with blood. No one dared to utter a sound. They all tacitly opened their pockets and obediently handed over all their valuables.
"Little Miss, can we go now?" A martial arts master, unable to withstand the pressure in the arena, tiptoed up to Qing Meng and asked cautiously.
"You can leave now, but don't let me find out that any of you are hiding anything valuable that you haven't handed over!"
Qing Meng was squatting on the ground, sorting through his spoils one by one, while his eyes kept scanning the other martial artists.
"No! No! We've handed it all over!"
When Qing Meng's gaze swept over them, the other martial artists shuddered and hurriedly turned their clothes inside out again.
Once Qingmeng stopped staring at them, the martial artists surrounded Zhu Dachang, trembling as they prepared to pull him out of the mud.
"I only let you go, but I didn't agree to let you take him away!" Qing Meng snorted coldly, and the martial artists froze, no longer daring to move.
They all looked at Qingmeng, waiting for him to speak. They knew the Martial Elders' Association had strict rules; if they lost their leader and went back alone, they would certainly face dire consequences.
"You have three days to bring the money to ransom him! The price will be ten times what Gangzhe paid, no, a hundred times! But I don't think he can last three days, so you'd better hurry, or you'll only be able to collect his corpse!"
Qingmeng pointed at Zhu Dachang and said in a soft voice.
"Alright, we'll do whatever you say, little auntie. We'll go back and raise the money right away to come and pick them up."
The same martial artist who had spoken earlier stepped forward again. He knew that doing so would at least give an explanation to the Martial Elders Association and avoid any blame.
As for where the ransom will come from, we'll just have to turn the chief's personal belongings upside down when we get back and scrape together the money first. It's for saving a life, so the chief probably won't blame us afterward.
"Get lost!" Qingmeng nodded in satisfaction.
"Let's go!" The martial artists of the Martial Elders Association breathed a sigh of relief, shouted in unison, and scattered in all directions.
After the martial artists left, Qing Meng called Su Yang over and, under his supervision, instructed Su Yang to put all the spoils of war into the house and then kicked Su Yang out of the room.
After a while, once all the spoils were hidden away, Qingmeng came out with a few loose pieces of silver in his hand and said with a light smile, "Today's harvest is not bad. If we do this a few more times, we can add a pig's head to every meal from now on."
"If I eat pig's head every meal, won't I turn into a pig's head myself?" Xiao Chong groaned helplessly in his heart and turned his head to the others.
Everyone's faces twitched, and they all lowered their heads and remained silent, clearly sharing the same sentiment.
Only the fat man laughed heartily: "Good! Good! From now on, we'll add a pig's head to every meal!"
The crowd looked at the fat man with disdain, as if he were a large, fat pig's head.
"So the reason they got beaten up was just because they wanted to improve their meals and were short of a pig's head?"
Zhu Dachang was buried in the mud, coughing up blood and rolling his eyes, his gaze dull and lifeless.
He was genuinely confused as to whether his ordeal was truly related to a pig's head. If this bloodshed was indeed caused by a pig's head, then his suffering was far too undeserved.
The martial artists of the Martial Elders' Association are quite efficient; they returned before it was even completely dark.
The person in charge didn't dare to come this time; the one leading the group was the martial artist who had spoken with Qing Meng. Behind him followed a group of people, but none of them were martial artists; they were just ordinary people dressed as servants.
The servants carried several wooden boxes, chanting as they trudged into the courtyard.
After directing the servants to put down the wooden crates, the martial artist had them all opened. They were filled to the brim with gold, silver, and jewels. The crates gleamed with a golden light, illuminating the small courtyard of the nameless martial arts school in the night.
"Young lady, as you instructed, the ransom has been fully prepared. Can we take our leader back now?"
The leading martial artist found Qing Meng and asked cautiously with a forced smile.
"Is that all?" Qingmeng's eyes sparkled as he looked the martial artist up and down with great interest.
"That's all there is, but it's a hundred times more than what we handed over last time." The martial artist felt a little uneasy under Qing Meng's gaze. He couldn't figure out Qing Meng's intentions, so he had no choice but to answer with a stiff upper lip.
“I didn’t say it wasn’t enough.” Qingmeng stared at the martial artist for a long time, then suddenly stretched out a small fist and said, “What I mean is, in order to improve my martial arts skills, let’s have another one-on-one spar. What do you think?”
"Please, little aunt, spare me!"
The martial artist was stunned for a moment, but quickly understood Qing Meng's meaning. He was so frightened that he tripped and fell to the ground, crying and pleading, "I am just an ordinary martial artist with no power or influence. Even if you smash me head and toes into the ground, no one will come to redeem me. Please have mercy!"
"Oh, never mind then. I'm too lazy to waste my energy on you. Just take that person away."
Hearing that there was no profit to be made, Qing Meng immediately lost interest, pointed to Zhu Dachang who was still buried in the ground, and waved impatiently at the martial artist.
"Thank you, my dear aunt, for understanding my predicament!"
Seeing that Qing Meng had finally let him go, the martial artist quickly got up and ordered the servants to bring out tools. They then dug Zhu Dachang out of the mud with their bare hands.
Zhu Dachang was already somewhat delirious. He struggled to lift his eyelids and saw the boxes of gold and silver.
He was very familiar with these wooden crates; he had painstakingly collected them over the years. But now, they had all been used to buy him.
"Hiss!" Seeing that Qingmeng's thin body could carry such a heavy wooden box into the house by himself, Zhu Dachang was so shocked that he spat out another mouthful of blood.
"Let's go, let's go, quickly carry Chief Zhu back!" The leading martial artist was afraid that Qing Meng would make some terrible request to spar again, so he quickly ordered the servants to turn back.
Several servants stepped forward, lifted Zhu Dachang, and ran out the door, but unexpectedly aggravated Zhu Dachang's injuries again.
"Pig head...it was all because of a pig's head..." After a sharp pain, Zhu Dachang regained consciousness for a moment, uttered some incoherent babbling, and then fainted again from exhaustion.