446: Chapter 446 One Sword Breaks All Laws

Zhang Zhiyang was greatly shocked when he saw the data extracted from the hard drive. He pulled the data cable out with a yank. "No one is allowed to disseminate the content you just saw. That's an order, understood?"

"Yes, sir!"

"You, you, and you—the three of you come back to the unit with me. The rest of you continue the search. If you find anything else, you are not allowed to handle it privately; it must be sealed and sent back to the unit immediately, understood?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Move out!"

Zhang Zhiyang's expression was extremely grave. After getting into the car, he sent a message directly to Han Jingyang: "Be careful, Lingxiao... is terrifying!"

Han Jingyang was also on his way home.

Receiving Zhang Zhiyang's message, he frowned inwardly.

Terrifying?

How terrifying could it be?

More terrifying than Zhang Dahai and his lot?

Or were there many super experts at Tian Chunming's level?

However, if Zhang Zhiyang was saying such things, then this Lingxiao could not be taken lightly.

Zhang Zhiyang said this was an organization that had been active over twenty years ago. After being wiped out, it had lain dormant for over twenty years before making a comeback. Setting aside their strength, that kind of resilience was quite frightening.

Not just any organization could reappear in the world after a twenty-year hiatus following its destruction.

To be able to hide for over twenty years—that level of concealment, patience, and organizational ability was quite terrifying.

If Xu Changhuai hadn't been so arrogant in his actions, they might have continued to stay hidden.

Thinking about it this way, Lingxiao was indeed terrifying.

But as long as they didn't provoke him, it would be fine.

If they dared to provoke him, he would certainly let these rats in the gutter feel the power of One Sword Frosty Fourteen Provinces.

As he acquired more and more items, his capital for being willful grew, and his confidence when facing powerful enemies became even stronger.

Look at this—another two hundred plus dharma instruments in hand.

Although they hadn't been appraised yet, these were all genuine dharma instruments. The probability of them having attributes was over ninety percent, meaning he had a guaranteed minimum of two hundred items.

This harvest was exceptionally bountiful.

And the cost was only a single sword strike.

Of course, that strike was no ordinary one either; it was a powerful trump card.

"Name: Republican Era Peach Wood Sword."

"Grade: Rank 5."

"Attribute: Qi Breaking +7."

"Skill: One Sword Breaks All Techniques."

This was the peach wood sword he had used to shatter Fugui Yaju, one of the spoils of war seized after killing Zhang Dahai.

Clearly, this was a weapon designed to break magic.

It could be said to specifically counter all kinds of magic-based skills and dharma instruments, making it perfect for breaking formations.

Han Jingyang just hadn't expected the skill to be so domineering. With just one use, it had shattered the turtle shell Xu Changhuai had set up and even killed Xu Changhuai with the shockwave.

As expected, skills with such domineering names had even more powerful effects.

One Sword Breaks All Techniques.

It sounded extremely domineering.

It felt even more domineering to use.

And the skill effect was the most domineering of all.

With one strike, that seemingly thick turtle shell had exploded instantly.

Recalling that scene now, he still felt a surge of excitement.

He turned to look out the window. The traffic was flowing, the sun was bright, and it was a scene of peace and happiness. It was as if what happened last night hadn't occurred in this city at all.

Looking down, the young girl Yang Yujie was lying on his lap, sleeping soundly. A strand of crystal-clear saliva slowly dripped down, soaking a large patch of his pants.

He touched the yanling saber placed on his other side, slowly relaxed his body, and narrowed his eyes.

His mind drifted back to everything he had encountered since his debut.

The faces of He Dingkun, Zhang Dahai, Lyu Zhiqiang, Tian Chunming, Yang Zhixiao, Huang Zhiyun, and others flashed before his eyes one by one.

Finally, he let out a cold sneer in his heart.

Whether it's the Qunying Society or Lingxiao, you'd better behave yourselves.

Otherwise—

The yanling saber seemed to sense the surging killing intent in his heart, emitting a series of faint humming sounds.

They returned to the urban area.

From a distance, Han Jingyang saw Wang Zhiwei and Yang Yujie's family waiting expectantly by the roadside.

He couldn't help but chuckle.

This Wang Zhiwei really manages to get involved in everything.

A true social butterfly of Quancheng.

He really wondered if Yang Yujie being kidnapped twice in a row was because of her connection to Wang Zhiwei.

Speaking of which, this girl's looks were indeed exceptional. Although she wasn't an adult yet, her features were excellent, and she was quite tall. Even a blind person could see she was the making of a top-tier beauty.

If not kept in check, this girl's future might be quite troublesome.

What if...

Thinking this, he took out a jade pendant and gently hung it around the girl's neck.

Sensing the slight movement, Yang Yujie opened her eyes dazed: "Uncle Han, this is..."

"Shh, wear it. It's best if you never take it off."

"Why?"

"It can protect you until you feel you can protect yourself, or until you find that person who can protect you."

"Huh?"

"This thing can mask your beauty, making you appear very unremarkable to outsiders. In the future, things like this will stay further away from you, keeping you safer."

"Really?" A look of pleasant surprise appeared on Yang Yujie's face. "Thank you, Uncle."

"You're welcome. Study hard. Beauty paired with any other card is a winning hand, but on its own, it's a dead end. I hope you'll understand this in the future."

As he finished speaking,

The car stopped.

Han Jingyang patted the girl's hand. "Your parents are here to pick you up."

At this point, he added another sentence: "Don't tell anyone about this, including your parents."

Yang Yujie nodded heavily.

He opened the car door and led the girl out.

The girl's parents rushed forward, hugged their daughter, and burst into tears.

Wang Zhiwei walked up to Han Jingyang and patted his arm. "Brother, it had to be you. I was thinking earlier that only you could probably solve this. Sure enough, you've performed another heroic deed, my hero."

Han Jingyang sighed. "I'd rather not have this kind of credit."

"Sigh, true. No one wants things like this to happen. It's too damn brutal. How could they do it?" Wang Zhiwei leaned into Han Jingyang's ear and whispered, "The girl wasn't... you know, right?"

"No, I got there in time. Another ten minutes or so and it would have been hard to say."

"Thank goodness, thank goodness," Wang Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief. "You are her fated benefactor. This is the second time, and each time you've managed to save her at the most critical moment."

"She has good luck, and so do I," Han Jingyang said, without mentioning how the girl had cleverly left behind key clues.

Broadcasting such things might not necessarily be a good thing.

No, it definitely wouldn't be a good thing.

He gave the girl the dharma instrument specifically to mask her beauty, make her less eye-catching, and lower her presence.

If he publicized this, it would instead artificially increase the attention and exposure she received. What would be the point?

What this girl needed most right now was a quiet life and education.

Wang Zhiwei naturally couldn't have guessed that there were little secrets—more than one—between Han Jingyang and the girl. He walked over to her parents and cleared his throat. "Stop crying and thank your savior first."

Hearing this, the girl's parents wiped their tears and, pulling the girl with them, knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowing vigorously.

They were very forceful.

And very sincere.

Blood was drawn on the very first kowtow.

Han Jingyang waited until after the third kowtow before reaching out to stop them, helping the family of three up. "No need to be so formal. It was just a helping hand. Don't just stand here; go home. Go home and spend time with your child. Go back to school in a couple of days. If it feels inappropriate, just transfer schools and move to another city."

The girl's father, Yang Xin, nodded heavily. "We're actually planning to do just that."

Saying this, he took out a small box from his coat and presented it to Han Jingyang. "Mr. Han, I know you wouldn't care for ordinary gifts of thanks. I exhausted all my family assets to buy this. Old Wang said you would definitely like it. Please, you must accept it!"