Volume 1, Chapter 27 – How Dare You Drug Me? (Part 2)

At this realization, Huang Qi felt as if he’d been plunged into an icy abyss. He frantically circulated the Guihai Art, hoping to break free from the drug’s effects as soon as possible.

A short while later, Huang Qi felt himself being placed on a bed. The attendants around him were breathing heavily—whether from exertion or some other reason, he couldn’t tell.

“Damn, this little lady smells amazing!”

“Yeah, what kind of perfume is she wearing?”

“Perfume? Look at her clothes—does she look like she can afford perfume? It must be her natural scent!”

“I don’t get it. How could a rare beauty like this settle for some country bumpkin from Huatian Village?”

“She’s wearing a veil—maybe her face is ugly?”

“With a body this hot, even if she were a zombie, I’d make sure she gets pregnant twice a year!”

The attendants discussed Huang Qi with undisguised greed.

“Alright, you lot, get out. Once I’m done, you’ll have plenty of time to put her in confinement.”

Constable Wang ordered.

The runners clearly didn’t want to leave, dragging their feet for a long while before finally filing out.

“Xiao Shun, where’s the drug I gave you? Did you use it all?”

Constable Wang suddenly asked.

“Oh, no! I still have it here.”

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Xiao Shun, who had been about to leave, quickly answered.

“Then hand it over! Trying to keep it for yourself?”

Constable Wang’s tone turned sharp.

“N-No, I wouldn’t dare!”

Xiao Shun hastily denied, returning the remaining drug.

“That’s more like it. Behave, and I’ll call you next time we have a good opportunity.”

Constable Wang casually tossed the drug onto a nearby table, too impatient to bother hiding it properly.

“Don’t worry, boss!”

Xiao Shun pledged his loyalty before obediently stepping out, even thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

With no one left to disturb him, Constable Wang’s excitement soared. He eagerly climbed onto the bed, reaching for Huang Qi’s veil with a disgusting leer.

“Now, my dear, let’s take a look at that pretty face of yours.”

Thanks to his heightened senses from reaching the Spirit Gathering Realm, Huang Qi immediately detected the pungent stench of sweat assaulting his nostrils. Combined with the Guihai Art’s effects, he snapped fully awake—and slowly opened his eyes.

Constable Wang, grinning lustfully, froze mid-reach as those clear, striking eyes suddenly locked onto him. His entire body stiffened, his right hand hanging awkwardly in the air.

“Y-You… how…?”

He stammered in shock.

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Huang Qi responded with a sharp right jab—no fancy techniques, just a straightforward punch straight to the face. His current physical strength far surpassed that of an ordinary person, and even his small fist carried enough force to create a gust of wind.

Constable Wang, though a government officer, was still just a commoner. How could he possibly dodge a cultivator’s strike? Completely unprepared, he took the full brunt of the punch square on his nose.

“Aaaah!”

He never imagined such a small fist could pack so much power. It took him a moment to even process the pain before he clutched his nose and howled.

Without hesitation, Huang Qi followed up with a right front kick, slamming his foot into Constable Wang’s chest.

“Oof—!”

The man let out a choked grunt as his body—not particularly tall or sturdy—was sent flying backward. He crashed into a wooden stool by the bed, shattering it to pieces, before collapsing in a groaning heap, clutching his waist and unable to get up.

Huang Qi stepped off the bed, scanning the room until his eyes landed on the bag of drug on the table. He picked it up, his voice icy.

“You dared to drug me? You’ve got a death wish.”

Just then, the commotion drew the attention of the attendants outside. They burst in—only to freeze at the scene before them.

“What are you idiots standing around for? Kill her! Or none of us will walk away from this!”

Constable Wang, still holding his bloody nose, snarled through the pain.

The runners exchanged glances, quickly grasping the severity of the situation. With a metallic shing, they drew their sabers and lunged at Huang Qi, their eyes filled with murderous intent. They knew—if this woman didn’t die today, they would. There was no room for mercy.

“Overestimating yourselves.”

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Huang Qi smirked, tucking the drug into his robe with deliberate calm. Instead of retreating, he advanced like a fluttering butterfly, effortlessly dodging Wanzhou’s first slash. In one fluid motion, he grabbed the man’s neck and shoved him backward.

BAM!

Wanzhou’s body flew through the air, crashing into two of his companions and sending all three sprawling. The impact was so brutal that two of them coughed up blood on the spot.

Huang Qi then took a casual step to the left, avoiding another saber strike from behind. Like lightning, he seized the attacker’s wrist and hurled him straight through the window, shattering the wooden frame. Without pause, he flung the confiscated saber forward.

WHOOSH!

The blade tore through the air with a shrill whistle, slicing a deep gash across the last runner’s thigh before embedding itself—hilt-deep—into the wall.

“AAAH!!!”

The man screamed, clutching his leg as he collapsed, immobilized.

Just like that, four or five attendants were incapacitated in mere breaths.

“Pathetic.”

Huang Qi wiped his hands dismissively. Even before reaching the Spirit Gathering Realm, he hadn’t feared ordinary people—now, dealing with these common runners was as easy as disciplining a disobedient dog. They stood no chance.

“A… a martial artist?!”

Constable Wang had forgotten his pain entirely, staring at Huang Qi with bulging, terrified eyes.

So-called “martial artists” were simply those who trained in physical combat. Unlike cultivation, martial arts had no entry barriers—but progressing was excruciatingly difficult, as practitioners could only refine their bodies, lacking the ability to cultivate qi like true cultivators.

That didn’t necessarily mean martial artists were weaker. Legends spoke of those who had honed their bodies to near-invincibility, capable of rivaling even immortal cultivators. Yet they still had one fatal flaw: they couldn’t combat ghosts. This very weakness had directly contributed to the imperial court’s decline.

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Huang Qi neither confirmed nor denied the assumption. He simply hauled Constable Wang up by the collar and dragged him outside. His parents were still unconscious—he couldn’t afford to waste time here.

Constable Wang struggled briefly, only to find that the slender arm gripping him might as well have been an iron vise. Despite being a grown man, he couldn’t budge it an inch.

Back in the main hall, Huang Qi confirmed his parents were still asleep in their chairs. Relieved, he threw Constable Wang to the ground.

“Kneel. Properly. When the County Magistrate returns, confess your crimes yourself. Don’t even think about running—unless you’d prefer to skip the confession and go straight to the afterlife.”

Constable Wang, face bruised and bloodied, gritted his teeth. In the end, he didn’t dare resist. As a seasoned officer, he knew the severity of his crimes. Resistance meant certain death—confession might still leave a sliver of hope.

Huang Qi ignored him, focusing instead on his parents. If it was just the knockout drug, they’d wake naturally in time. There was no need to panic.

Before long, the remaining attendants arrived. Upon learning of Constable Wang’s actions, not a single one spoke in his defense.

“At least this government office isn’t completely rotten.”

Huang Qi felt slightly reassured. If everyone here had been like Wang, what hope would the common people have?

“The County Magistrate has returned!”

About fifteen minutes later, the announcement finally came from the entrance.

“Finally. Let’s see how this ‘legendarily upright official’ handles this mess.”

Huang Qi’s gaze sharpened as he looked toward the door. Unnoticed by others, he had already divided the confiscated drug into two portions—a smaller one as evidence, and a larger one kept for himself.

Such a rare find. Who knows when it’ll come in handy?