Purgatory Artist-Chapter 445: Persecution

The long street.

In the rain, a corpse was lying on the ground.

The area had been cleared.

Three old men walked out of the Martial Alliance's main building like stars surrounding the moon, slowly approaching the corpse.

They looked at the corpse on the ground.

"Did you find out who killed our people?" an old man with a walking stick asked.

"Assassins from the Dark Blade Hall" an official respectfully answered.

"Did they want to die?" another old man narrowed his eyes and asked.

"The original target shouldn't have been sir Zuo, something might've gone wrong" another official spoke in a low voice.

Everyone's eyes flickered, their expressions a bit unnatural.

What will happen today?

The three big shots already had an idea.

Who would've thought something like this would happen?

— — -but why?

The gold bar was presented to him.

[Benefactor Zuo, Righteousness Beyond The Heavens] These words glowed with a golden light.

The third old man coughed for a bit, then spoke with a hoarse voice: "Can someone tell me what this means?"

A seemingly capable official stepped forward and bowed, then spoke: "We've found out, people from Bloodheart Martial Arts School came to see Sir Zuo today."

"Their survival test received sir Zuo's care and concern."

"Sir Zuo even used his seal and signed the form allowing them to close the school."

"In the end, sir Zuo personally came out from the building to face the assassins, then — —"

"Unfortunately, he was killed."

The three old men fell silent.

Everyone else also fell silent.

Does this Zuo guy really have a sense of justice, and doesn't want to see Bloodheart Martial Arts School being ostracized, surrounded, and eliminated by other martial arts schools?

"What a joke, I don't believe — —" the narrow-eyed old man coldly spoke. When he was about to say something else, the corpse's communicator suddenly rang.

Everyone's expression changed.

Who's calling at this time?

This is a crucial clue!

An official stepped forward and reported: "Sirs, I'm a correspondent from the IT department, may I — —"

"Quickly!" the coughing old man urged.

"Yes, sir"

The official crouched down and carefully took out the communicator from the corpse's pocket.

"There's a part that's broken, but it's easy to fix"

He took out a tool, quickly opened the phone, then reinstalled a certain component inside.

Then he pressed the answer button.

Beep — beep — beep —

Amidst the sound of the wind and rain, a complacent voice rang out from the loudspeaker, "The person who deserves to die is already dead. Now, can you please tell us where the female martial artist of the Bloodheart School is hiding?"

Everyone's expressions changed slightly.

After killing an official of the Martial Alliance, he openly asked about the whereabouts of a Martial Master.

Was he threatening the entire Martial Alliance in public?

Since when did assassinations become so open and aboveboard?

That's right, you guys did bribe the officials from top to bottom, but no one allowed you to kill officials!

'Do you really think that the Martial Alliance is your slave just because you're here with money?'

The voice on the communicator didn't get a response for a long time. As if sensing that something was wrong, it quickly hung up.

Absolute silence.

For the first time in countless years, the Martial Alliance was publicly threatened.

Not only did he kill an official, he even asked about the whereabouts of the other Martial Masters.

This was simply a slap in the face that had never happened before.

The old man with the walking stick said slowly, "Those dojos and assassins seem to have forgotten what the Martial League actually does."

The old man with squinted eyes said, "That's right. He really wants to overturn the heavens."

The old man who couldn't stop coughing looked around and saw that his subordinates were more or less angry.

He thought for a while and said, "Although there are some suspicious points, the most important thing now is to wipe out that Dark Saber Hall and execute the person who did it in public as a warning to others."

"Agreed."

"Then let's wipe out the Dark Saber Hall first. At the same time, we'll make a thorough investigation and get to the bottom of this matter."

"What about that little Martial Master from the Bloodheart Sect?"

"Since Little Zuo used his life to help her, then let her live well. After all ..."

"Even if she's suspicious, she won't be able to escape from our grasp."

The three old men quickly settled the matter.

...

On the other side.

Liu Ping pasted the closure notice on the door of the dojo.

Almost in an instant, lines of burning words jumped out:

[You've posted a closure notice.]

[The dojo of the Bloodheart Sect will not accept any challenges for a period of time.]

[The dojo of the Bloodheart Sect will not lose its plaque.]

[You've completed your mission.]

[Although you don't have any spiritual power, you've received the recognition of the current era.]

[You're qualified to further participate in the affairs of the current world.]

[From now on, you can receive missions related to 'Spirit'.]

[Mission:]

[Return of the Sacred Spirit!]

[Description:]

[At the right time, Andrea will hide as an ordinary World Spirit and appear in the current era.]

[Please wait patiently for the right time to appear.]

All the small words flashed by.

Chu Yunshang's emotional voice came from behind. "I didn't expect you to pay to help me. You even helped me pass the assessment and bought time for the dojo to close — — what should I say? It feels too ordinary to say thank you."

"You're welcome. We Martial Artists don't need to care about the etiquette of the mortal world. We just need to acknowledge each other." Liu Ping smiled.

Chu Yunshang thought for a moment and said, "The dojo is closed. Where should we go now?"

"The dojo is closed because your friend passed away. We need to pay our respects and do something for the old and weak civilians. We must really do these things so that no one can find fault with us." Liu Ping said.

"Alright, during this process, I'll teach you the Bloodheart Sect's Spirit Control Technique." Chu Yunshang said.

Liu Ping nodded.

The two of them locked the door of the dojo and were about to leave.

But they saw many people coming from both sides of the street.

These people were wearing all kinds of martial arts suits. They were a black mass, blocking the way to the outside.

They stared at Chu Yunshang with hostility.

"Call the police." Liu Ping said in a low voice.

"Okay." Chu Yunshang was startled. She quickly took out her communicator and dialed a number.

Liu Ping took this opportunity to stand in front of Chu Yunshang.

"I'm sorry, we've closed the dojo. We're not accepting any challenges. This is something that the Martial Alliance has acknowledged."

A burly middle-aged man stepped out from the crowd and said in a low voice, "Closed the dojo? I think you're afraid of accepting challenges. "

He looked past Liu Ping and stared at Chu Yunshang. "You're a Martial Artist, yet you find all kinds of excuses to avoid a battle. Chu Yunshang, what right do you have to be a Martial Artist?"

Chu Yunshang's eyes turned sharp. She walked out from behind Liu Ping and said, "Zhao Zixiao, sign the Life and Death Contract if you dare! I'll have a good fight with you. We'll fight to the death! "

The man called Zhao Zixiao snorted. "We don't have any grudges. We just want to spar with your dojo. And you're running away?"

"Yeah, even the dojo is closed."

"What a coward."

"Why are you still a Martial Artist? Go back and get married."

Everyone was talking at once.

Chu Yunshang gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. She was about to take action, but she was stopped by a hand.

Liu Ping.

Chu Yunshang said angrily, "Let me go. This is the dignity of a Martial Artist. I won't allow them to —"

Liu Ping patted her shoulder and said, "Do you trust me?"

"I do, but —"

"You're only suitable for martial arts. Leave this to me."

"But —"

"Don't worry. We've always been Martial Artists. I promise that no one will dare to say anything to you later."

Liu Ping comforted Chu Yunshang and pulled her behind him again.

He cupped his fist and said, "Everyone."

"We of the Bloodheart Sect are going to pay our respects to a friend who passed away. We will be doing charity."

"There's no such thing in the Jianghu to pick a fight at this time."

(TN: Jianghu is a Chinese term that generally refers to the social environment in which many Chinese wuxia, xianxia, and gong'an stories are set)

"If that's the case, next time when you're sick or someone in your family dies, we'll challenge you too. What do you think?"

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Kid, who are you? You're not a member of the Bloodheart Sect. You have no right to speak. "

Liu Ping smiled and said, "Yunshang."

"He's a disciple of my sect —"

Chu Yunshang glanced at Liu Ping. She felt that from what he had done recently, she could not be at ease being his master. She hesitated for a moment and said,

"I've accepted him as a disciple on behalf of my master. He's a disciple of the Bloodheart Sect. He's ranked second." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

The middle-aged man grinned and said, "Very good. I didn't expect your sect to have one more person. He's probably just like you. All he knows how to do is talk big. He doesn't even know how to fight."

Liu Ping smiled and said, "It's true that I haven't grasped the power of spirits. But when someone in your family dies and you close the dojo, I'll definitely beat you to death in front of your father's grave."

"Kid, you're asking for it!"

The middle-aged man was furious. He instantly flew across the sky and punched Liu Ping.

A voice suddenly came from the street outside.

"Stop! Who's causing trouble here! "