Show of Force

Bang !

Bam !

Scritch !!!

Crack !

Tables crushed, planks broken, items shattered were heard loud and clear.

"What is the meaning of this ?" the boss muttered and made his way to the exit. The ten of the disciples followed behind him.

At the counter...

"You are housing a wanted criminal! If you continue to make me wait, not only your furniture would be broken but your entire building will be razed !" A burly man screamed at the counter as other similar burly men were glaring murderously at the staff and clients of the inn with broken pieces on their feet. Their huge muscles and heavy clubs and swords showed that they weren't ones to be messed around...

"Mister. Pay for the reparations. Trust me, you wouldn't like the consequences. Second, I don't seem to remember any officials like you or any of these men either. " the front desk man replied coldly.

"Hahaha! It seems you've got some backings. Let me guess... A sect, the local police or is it the government ?" the big guy smiled. "I DO know that establishing an inn in the middle of nowhere, at least thirty-five kilometers from the city and ten kilometers from the nearest town definitely has backings of a force. But so what? I am the ruler of this area! Give me the criminal and five thousand golds as compensation and I will let you go."

The receptionist opened his mouth but paused for a moment. "You come neither the local government or the imperial court. Obviously, you aren't from the Hundred Families or the Three Hundred Recognized Sects, so who are you to judge someone criminal? I know you, you are the new gang leader in Wuwei town where even the town mayor concedes to you in power. You may have overthrown the previous leader and possess equivalent power to a mayor but you are not the mayor. The man who rents a room in this inn is a respectable man who only committed one sin: that is to stand with justice when justice is weak. If we give this man to you, where would be of my morality or the inn's reputation ?"

"Heh! Well, what's the use of an inn's reputation or a man's morality if they both turn to dust ?" The leader made a motion for his men to continue smashing. One of them even started drawing his weapon at an innocent bystander... "How could you protect your reputation if you can't protect your customers ?"

That's like choosing between a rock and a hard place! The receptionist tightened his fist... Qi swirling in his fist...

"Enough! [There Shall be No Fighting in My Jurisdiction !!!]" Roaring like the tiger, Gu Ze made these men tremble and some even flew away.

"To see through the disguise of man, the evil at heart. Evil intentions toward the inn and its inhabitants are sensed easily. Punish the treacherous and ask the heaven for retribution; Virtuous Wind !!!" A talisman appeared from his hand and he threw it at the bunch of ruffians.

It stopped mid-air and exploded into multiple flashing lights! The strong men tried to evade but it was like these projectiles were equipped with a lock-on system and pursued them until it hit!

Ztuuu-! Bam! Bang!

"Argh !" As some stumbled, some kneeled but every one of them, even with their strong constitution, spat blood like no tomorrow. At the sight of it, Tang Ling trembled out of fear; these men had a cultivation higher than him by at least ten levels but in one move, were at their death's door. If one ray had hit him... The consequence would be unimaginable (or too graphic).

So that's the power of a Master? At this stage, he was sure that Master Gu Ze could single-handedly

destroy Bao Feng City if he wanted to. Is that the power of martial art? Is that why Orderers could be exempt from multiple taxes and have more lenient punishment if they commit a crime? The privileges granted to Orderers comes from one thing: Power! If one had the capabilities to lay waste whenever he wants, he would either be hunted or negotiate with the government!

Like a boss, Master Gu looked at the burly men with cold eyes and spat: "Go out! Our establishment does not welcome you. I will then give you ten days to pay 500 golds as reparation and compensation to the staff and customers, if not, I will not be courteous."

"Y-yes, yes, yes. As you wish, sir." The hooligans trembled under the man's pressure and quickly fled.

"Hmph." Master Gu snorted out of disdain and returned back on his students and the few customers. "Sorry for the poor display. We shall pay appropriate compensation to the damages they've caused."

"It is a generosity of your part, Master Gu. But we are accustomed to such events. It occurs daily in other establishments but here, it had no precedent. Just as I was wondering the fact that such incidents never appeared; here they come! It seems that your establishment wasn't as heavenly as I expected." An old man laughed out loud.

"Yes. Yes. To see such moves from a high-level master like you for free is a blessing for us. Why should we ask you to pay? As the saying goes, Man plans Heaven ordains."

"Sigh... Of course you all can say you benefited from the exchange but I would still need to compensate for the damages these men caused to your comfort. And it is more so, to this old man. Isn't that right, Manor Lord Wu Wutian ?"

Everyone gasped in surprise at this revelation. Although some had never heard of this name, to rise in position to become a Manor Lord meant that this old man wasn't someone to be trifled by. And for people who knew him, it would be even more surprising. Wu Wutian was considered to be one of the most senior manor lords in the nation. Who were manor lords? They were chosen ones, heroes of their time and served in an extremely high position in the court. So much so that they could have a manor in the capital!

The capital; where the emperor, son of heaven, resided! Every inch of land was worth as it like plastered with gold! In the capital, a mansion could only be conferred by the Emperor himself.

The old man who was exposed, laughed again: "Indeed, it is I. But how did you know I was here? My identification only reported that I was only a citizen of the realm."

Gu Ze replied blandly, "Who could get an identification certificate in this world? There are at least thirty hundred million in the north, that is not to counting barbarian tribes here. At horse, it would take a little less than a month to get from the capital to here. To register every household in cities is plausible but would three hundred thousand golds in administration fees alone; totally not worth it. As such, to get an identification certificate would imply that one came from the Central Region, the Southern Region or a nobility of the Northern Region. For the identification to say that you come from the Northern Region yet a commoner is utter rubbish. And only a governor would have the ability to falsify and the only one who went missing is you, Manor Lord Wu Wutian. Although capable, you're famed from repeatedly escaping from your duties; a habit from your younger days."

"Hohoho..."