Chapter 330: Chapter 165: Qingcheng Sword Sect or Anvil Sword Sect

In the middle of the congested road, seven or eight wrecked cars were scattered about. Some were engulfed in flames, while others leaked black gasoline.

The scene was utter chaos.

The Patrol Office set up a blockade, cordoning off the surrounding area and prohibiting anyone from entering.

A Patrol Chief frowned and said, "Over ten people are dead. To commit murder so brazenly... these Eastern Barbarians really deserve to die."

"What can we do? The higher-ups don’t want to fight a war on two fronts, so they can only endure it for now. *Sigh*. Still, I don’t know which great hero took action and dealt with these little devils. It’s truly satisfying."

Another captain said, a hint of glee in his voice.

"Witnesses said it was a man and a woman, both very young. Could they be disciples from the Lao Mountain Sect?"

"That’s impossible. Although the Lao Mountain Sect has had experts from Gui Xu return, none of them are young."

"We’ll probably find out once the incident division investigates."

As the two were talking, a subordinate Patrol officer ran over to report that someone had come to file a car insurance claim.

The two froze, their expressions twitching slightly. ’Who is this? The occupants of the cars are all dead. If it were a family member, why would they file an insurance claim first thing?’

’Could it be?’

Their eyes lit up, and they quickly turned to look. They saw a young man approaching. He had a boyish face, but his stride was steady, and he carried himself with a confident poise.

"Officers, my car was wrecked by those little devils. Is insurance going to cover it? And are those little devils going to pay for it?"

The newcomer was, of course, Zhao Rui.

Although the car was a gift from his brother-in-law, he had been driving it for a long time, and it was his first car. He’d grown attached to it.

"Insurance will definitely cover it. As for whether the little devils will pay, we can’t find the culprits yet."

"Look for the Nine Erosion Sect, you can’t go wrong. As long as insurance covers it, I’m relieved."

After saying this, Zhao Rui turned and walked away.

"Hey..."

The chief was about to call out to him, but the captain beside him shook his head, stopping him.

The chief paused, then gave a helpless smile.

’In this environment, sometimes playing dumb is more important than being clever.’

"I suppose we won’t have to look for them. With so many of their people dead, the Eastern Barbarians will lodge a protest."

"The nerve of them."

"Let’s wait and see. The day of reckoning will come."

The two fell silent. Under the bleak, setting sun, plumes of smoke rose slowly, adding to the desolate atmosphere.

After leaving the scene of the fight, Zhao Rui called his brother-in-law, Zheng Huai Peak.

"What’s the deal with the Eastern Woren?"

Zhao Rui asked curiously.

"Those bastards are up to their old tricks. Their wild ambitions haven’t changed, and they keep testing the waters with provocations."

"I really wish I could just drop a couple of ’fireworks’ on them and enjoy the show!"

"And the Court isn’t doing anything?"

"Central Asia has been occupied by the Gui Xu people. The Court is worried about being attacked on two fronts..."

"Besides, the Court’s hands are tied. The international situation is unstable, and turmoil is breaking out in many countries. Martial Artists are acting recklessly, severely disrupting the normal order..."

Hearing Zheng Huai Peak’s explanation, Zhao Rui realized the situation was far more serious than he had imagined.

’The human heart is full of desire.’

’Even in my past life, without the Martial Dao, countries in Europe were overwhelmed by refugee crises.’

’Robbery, sexual assault... cases like these were commonplace.’

’Not to mention now, when ordinary people suddenly gain martial power and discover they are far stronger than those around them, to the point where even ordinary firearms can’t harm them.’

’With the kind of "free" atmosphere abroad, it would be a miracle if things didn’t descend into chaos.’

’Protests turn into riots, and riots into full-blown turmoil, all in the blink of an eye.’

The situation under the Huaxia Court, on the other hand, was stable. This was largely because the populace was of a higher caliber, with a deep cultural heritage and sound social ethics. Plus, the Court had spent decades planning and implementing Martial Dao training, embedding a large number of educated martial practitioners in every sector of society, which had maintained its basic stability.

’The formation of every new social order must pass through a period of chaos.’

’It’s a historical inevitability, and a choice driven by human nature.’

Zhao Rui sighed. ’I can’t control what happens abroad, nor can I control what happens at home. I can only hope to ensure peace and prosperity within my own sphere of influence.’

’Sometimes I wonder... is this Spiritual Qi Revival a good thing or a bad thing?’

’In my past life, there were no Martial Arts. There was still injustice and a gap between rich and poor, but at least things were stable.’

A suffocating feeling weighed on Zhao Rui’s heart.

The afterglow of the sunset gradually dimmed. A gentle breeze blew in from the sea, carrying the sound of a ship’s horn.

Far in the distance, where the sea met the sky, a ferry sailed onward, bathed in the twilight glow.

Zhao Rui withdrew his gaze and strode toward his hotel.

The night passed uneventfully, and early the next morning, Zhao Rui set off for Sichuan Province.

’Since the situation is so treacherous and difficult to fathom, I might as well just focus on quietly improving my strength.’

’There aren’t many Martial Arts available on the open market for me to copy anymore.’

’Only Gui Xu and the Sects, with their vast libraries of Martial Arts scriptures, are left for me to delve into.’

’I can’t go to the Land of Return.’

’But I can still try to build some rapport with the Central Plains Sects.’

’At this point, it doesn’t really matter whether I go to school or not.’

’The university will give me my diploma and degree whether I’m on campus or not.’

On the speeding train, Zhao Rui sat by the window, his eyes lightly closed in rest.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted from behind him, followed by the thuds of fists and feet and the panicked cries of passengers.

A moment later, a team of Patrol officers hurried over. After a sharp reprimand, the clamor died down.

"Feels like fights are happening more and more often these days."

A young man sitting opposite him complained.

"Now that everyone’s gotten stronger, no one wants to back down."

His companion chuckled and said.

Before the words were out of their mouths, they saw the train police escorting two people toward the front carriage.

"The train police are that good? They took them down that easily?"

’Seeing how docilely they surrendered, it obviously wasn’t just a matter of persuasion.’