No Fighting Allowed in the Inn-Chapter 70

◎Conclusion, Clue to the Antidote, Bidding◎

A booming voice echoed from outside the courtyard.

Everyone turned to look.

A man leaped from the neighboring tavern onto the courtyard wall, standing tall and gazing down with an air of superiority.

"The murderer spins lies with a silver tongue, and those who shield him are as venomous as serpents—how dare you disregard a living human life!"

Lu Jianwei: ???

With such a dignified appearance, how could he spew such nonsense?

Without wasting a word, she unleashed a seventh-level artifact. The man, only at the sixth level of cultivation, couldn’t withstand it. He toppled from the wall with a dull thud.

The crowd: "..."

The wealthy merchants attending the meeting grew even more awestruck.

They had already suspected Lu Jianwei was extraordinary—someone who could mediate between the Mystic Mirror Bureau and wandering warriors was no ordinary figure.

This move confirmed it.

The intruder was clearly a formidable fighter, yet the innkeeper didn’t even lift a finger before sending him crashing down. Truly a divine feat!

The other martial artists, however, were baffled.

What kind of fool dares to provoke the Eight Directions Inn? After hearing the case, he still defended Wang Chijie? Utterly senseless!

Now look at him—flat on his face.

How humiliating!

A'Nai didn’t hold back: "Dumber than a pig, blind to right and wrong, twisting the truth—utterly hopeless."

"Well said!" Xue Guanhe chimed in. "Calling him a pig insults pigs. He’s worse than a dog—how else could he spout such heartless drivel?"

"Manager, make him clean the stables," Yue Shu said coldly. "He belongs with horse dung."

"Sounds fair." Yan Feicang nodded.

Uncle Zhang frowned. "He looks familiar."

"Isn’t that Du Hanqiu?" Earth-Diving Ghost suddenly popped up. "What’s he doing here?"

"Who’s Du Hanqiu?"

"That name rings a bell—where have I heard it before?"

"I remember now! Lin Congyue—he’s Lin Congyue’s husband!"

"..."

Experienced martial artists might not know Du Hanqiu, but Lin Congyue was unforgettable.

Back then, Lin Congyue’s "Envy of the Blossoms" poison stirred endless chaos, drawing relentless pursuit from warriors across the land—even the aloof Divine Physician Valley had to step in to develop an antidote.

As the husband of such a notorious figure, Du Hanqiu’s reputation was far from stellar, and his life had been far from easy.

After the Divine Physician Valley cured him, he stayed on as a guard, rarely seen in public. His sudden appearance at the inn was shocking.

At the sixth level, he was considered a master in the martial world, and his early fame had left him prideful.

The moment he hit the ground, he wished the earth would swallow him whole.

The murmurs reached Lu Jianwei’s ears, and she glanced at Tiao.

The poison Lin Congyue created before her death still lingered in Tiao’s body, with no known cure.

Lu Jianwei’s feelings toward the legendary physician-toxin master were complicated.

She pitied Lin Congyue’s fate, admired her skill, yet resented the deadly legacy she left behind.

But why was Du Hanqiu here? Just to stir trouble and make himself known?

From his tone, he seemed deeply aggrieved by Wang Chijie’s death.

The others were equally puzzled, staring at him expectantly, waiting for an explanation.

Du Hanqiu: "..."

"If I recall correctly," Wen Zhuzhi said calmly, "Wang Chijie married a woman from the Du family."

The revelation struck like lightning.

Wang Chijie’s friend froze. "He did mention that—said his wife had a formidable martial artist in her family, though they weren’t close and he’d never met him."

The crowd silently observed the disgraced Du Hanqiu.

Formidable?

Hard to see it now.

"Bring Master Du over," Lu Jianwei said with a smile. "This hearing welcomes differing opinions. Since Master Du has objections, let him speak his mind freely."

Yan Feicang strode forward, grabbed Du Hanqiu by the collar, and tossed him at the foot of the steps, worsening the ache in his chest.

"Speak!"

The last time Du Hanqiu had been this humiliated was when he fled to the Divine Physician Valley, disheveled and poisoned, begging for help in front of a crowd.

Old grievances and fury surged within him. He scoffed.

"Fine, I’ll speak!"

Brushing off the dust, he rose and faced the crowd, his expression cold and haughty.

"Wang Chijie is dead. The killer spins tales, and you all just believe him?"

The merchants stayed silent, but the warriors had no such reservations.

"The evidence is clear—how is it a tale? Do you take us for fools?"

"Exactly! We saw it with our own eyes—Wang slaughtered a family and stole their secrets. The survivor came for revenge a decade later. What’s wrong with that?"

"Master Du, even if you’re related to the Du family, you can’t be this biased!"

Martial artists lived by the creed of swift vengeance—retribution was their way.

Wang Chijie’s murder and theft were the cause; his death at Ping Wu’s hands was the consequence.

The cycle was complete, and outsiders had no right to interfere.

That said, Ping Wu killed Wang Chijie, and as his wife’s kin, Du Hanqiu’s desire for revenge was understandable—it all came down to who was stronger.

Such feuds were common in the martial world.

Today you kill him, tomorrow he kills you—an endless cycle of bloodshed.

Most of the warriors mocking Du Hanqiu did so because they were impartial bystanders—and because they wanted to stay on the Eight Directions Inn’s good side.

Du Hanqiu sneered.

"How does he prove he’s the victim? Just because he claims to be from the Chu family? Where’s his proof the silkworm-raising technique was theirs? You believe Wang Chijie was the arsonist and murderer just because he says so? What if he merely knew of the incident, pretended to be the victim, and used it as an excuse to evade justice?"

The crowd hesitated—it wasn’t entirely unreasonable.

Ping Wu scoffed. "You clearly don’t know I’m the spitting image of my mother. Ask anyone from Chu Village who’s seen her, and they’ll recognize me. Any other questions?"

Such a lie would be easily exposed—he had no reason to fabricate it.

Du Hanqiu faltered. He couldn’t very well wipe out Chu Village now. But his clan had begged him to uphold justice—if he failed, where would his dignity be?

"Plenty of people look alike."

"Ridiculous." Ping Wu laughed bitterly. "I just happen to resemble a survivor of the Chu family, just happen to have a grudge against Wang Chijie, just happen to possess Wang’s incriminating documents—do you think the heavens conspired to make all these coincidences happen? Do you all believe that?"

"Impossible."

"No way it’s that convenient."

"Master Du, stop digging in your heels. Wang Chijie deserved it—why waste your breath defending him?"

Du Hanqiu lifted his chin. "I said he used it as an excuse to kill Wang Chijie and Chai Kun—not that he had a personal vendetta."

"If I had no grudge, why would I kill them?"

"Because you enjoy killing."

Ping Wu didn’t bother arguing further—justice was clear to all. Du Hanqiu’s stubbornness was laughable.

Then again, what could one expect from a man who once confined a brilliant physician to the inner chambers? How much breadth of mind or foresight could he possibly have?

Wei Nanshan spoke up at the right moment: "Martial Master Du’s words do hold merit. However, I have already investigated and clarified all the doubts you raised earlier."

"If you’ve clarified them, why didn’t you mention it just now?" Du Hanqiu clearly didn’t believe him.

"This matter involves the authorities. Since no one raised questions, I saw no need to elaborate." Wei Nanshan worked for the imperial court and naturally wanted to preserve its dignity, but now was not the time for such personal considerations. "Back then, the authorities weren’t incapable of identifying the murderer. It’s just that the Black Wind Fort was too powerful and lured them with benefits, turning it into an unresolved case."

Wang Chijie’s murder methods were actually quite sloppy. As a frail scholar committing his first killing, he was bound to leave traces behind.

"I revisited Chu Family Village. Because the massacre was so horrific, the villagers remember it vividly. The day before the Chu family was wiped out, they did indeed rescue a scholar. Someone who went to borrow firewood from the Chu household saw Wang Chijie’s face. Another villager, returning home late from visiting relatives, passed by the Chu family’s courtyard and saw Wang Chijie covered in blood, setting a fire. The villager was too terrified to intervene immediately but alerted the others once the fire started."

Otherwise, the fire at the Chu household wouldn’t have been extinguished in time.

Wei Nanshan didn’t disclose the villagers’ names, fearing they might face retaliation later.

Du Hanqiu remained stubborn. "What about the sericulture method? How can you prove it belonged to the Chu family?"

"Chu Family Village made a living from sericulture, but their silk quality had always been mediocre," Wei Nanshan explained. "To improve the silk and earn more, the village collectively researched sericulture techniques. Among them, Ping Wu’s cousin showed the most talent. She experimented with many innovative methods, all of which yielded results. These methods were recorded chronologically and kept in the village ancestral hall."

Du Hanqiu: "..."

"These records bear a striking resemblance to Wang Chijie’s sericulture method, except for the final step. Martial Master Du, are you suggesting that the Chu villagers stole the Wang family’s technique?"

Du Hanqiu couldn’t respond.

Wang Chijie was the largest silk merchant in both Nanzhou and Jiangzhou, and his sericulture methods were kept under tight secrecy. How could the Chu villagers have possibly stolen them?

The others had no interest in listening to Du Hanqiu anymore.

Even without hearing the subsequent evidence, they were already convinced of the truth.

The Mystic Mirror Bureau wasn’t foolish, and neither was the Black Wind Fort.

In three days, neither faction would have neglected their investigations. If there had been any real doubts, Wei Nanshan and the Hei brothers wouldn’t have let Ping Wu off so easily.

Those present were all shrewd. If the Mystic Mirror Bureau and the Black Wind Fort overlooked certain flaws, they must have had their reasons, and no one would be tactless enough to point them out.

Most were just here for the spectacle, not to deliver justice.

Du Hanqiu had stormed in, firing off a barrage of accusations, stripping the authorities of their pretense, embarrassing the Mystic Mirror Bureau, and even exposing the Chu village’s incomplete yet near-perfect sericulture method.

It was hard not to silently curse him for being an idiot.

A bold martial artist raised his voice: "The truth is clear now. Young Master Hei, do you still intend to avenge Chai Kun?"

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Hei Hou and Hei Zhong naturally wanted vengeance for Chai Kun, but given the circumstances, they had no choice but to let Ping Wu go—for now.

But only temporarily. After all, he couldn’t hide in the Eight Directions Inn forever.

"Innkeeper Lu, we have matters to attend to. We’ll take our leave first," Hei Zhong said gruffly, cupping his fists.

Lu Jianwei smiled. "Safe travels."

With the Hei brothers gone, only the three from the Mystic Mirror Bureau remained.

Martial artists generally held little regard for the Mystic Mirror envoys, but out of respect for Lu Jianwei, they asked politely, "What does the Scarlet Envoy plan to do?"

"Ping Wu killed Wang Chijie to avenge his innocent, slaughtered family. His actions are indeed understandable," Wei Nanshan said carefully. "By martial world standards, he is innocent. However, the imperial law states that martial artists who kill civilians are abusing their strength to oppress the weak. If such acts go unchecked, it may encourage—"

"Encourage what?" someone snapped. "As if the high-ranking officials and nobles don’t oppress commoners too. Do they ever get punished?"

"Such matters fall under the jurisdiction of the authorities and are irrelevant to this case," Wei Nanshan replied sternly. "Regardless, the people must be given an explanation."

The martial artists turned their sharp gazes toward the wealthy merchants, their eyes practically spelling out, "Try demanding an explanation, we dare you."

The merchants: "..."

They sympathized with Ping Wu’s suffering and understood his desire for revenge, but the bloody scenes from that day were seared into their minds. They couldn’t help but worry—if he was let off, would their own safety be at risk in the future?

Silence hung heavy in the air.

"I don’t need any explanation," a voice suddenly called from the third floor. "As someone who was there that day, don’t I have the right to judge? If I were in his place, I’d have dismembered the culprit, flayed them alive—even beheading wouldn’t be enough to quell my hatred."

A'Nai couldn’t help but clap. "Chen Hui, for once, you’re speaking sense."

"Hmph!" Chen Hui rolled his eyes before addressing Wei Nanshan again. "Though I was terrified that day, hearing the truth now makes me feel that punishing him would be utterly unjust."

"Exactly!" another martial artist agreed. "Condemning him for this would be a grave injustice!"

The conflict between imperial law and martial world customs left neither side willing to yield.

Privately, Wei Nanshan didn’t believe Ping Wu was guilty. But as a Mystic Mirror envoy, he represented the imperial court’s dignity. A misstep could tarnish the bureau’s reputation.

Torn between duty and conscience, sweat beaded on his temples.

"If I recall correctly, your bureau’s regulations state that if both parties are martial artists, the case should be judged by martial world standards," Wen Zhuzhi interjected. "Wang Chijie colluded with Chai Kun, using knockout drugs made by the Black Wind Fort to commit murder. That makes him half a martial artist. This case can be settled according to martial world rules."

"Right! If not for Chai Kun aiding him, Ping Wu could’ve taken his grievance to the authorities, and justice would’ve been served long ago."

"True. Let’s follow martial world customs."

"Wang Chijie deserved to die! Ping Wu did the right thing!"

Wei Nanshan saw the logic in this and seized the opportunity to concede.

"Young Master Wen makes a fair point. In that case, Ping Wu is innocent. However, he must never harm civilians again. Any violation will be dealt with strictly under the law."

Ping Wu smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Envoy Wei. Thank you all for standing up for justice. Without your voices, I might have carried the stigma of a murderer for life. And Innkeeper Lu—without you providing a safe space to plead my case, the truth would never have come to light so swiftly. Innkeeper Lu, please accept my deepest bow."

He pressed his palms together and bowed deeply.

Lu Jianwei waved it off. "We merely conducted a business transaction. You flatter me, Young Master Ping Wu."

"You’re the only one in the world willing to make such a deal with me." Ping Wu straightened. "Might I trouble you to stay a few more days? The Du family sees me as an enemy, and as a mere fourth-rank martial artist, I fear I won’t survive their wrath."

All eyes turned to Du Hanqiu.

The latter snorted coldly. "At least you know your place."

"This matter is settled. If Martial Master Du insists on avenging Wang Chijie, it would be a violation of righteousness."

"Heaven’s justice is clear—retribution is inevitable. Wang Chijie paid with his life for his crimes, and thus the cycle is complete. Why cling to vengeance, Martial Master Du?"

"Du Hanqiu, don’t think you can act recklessly just because you have the backing of the Divine Physician Valley."

Du Hanqiu’s sharp gaze swept over the speaker. "Who are you? Dare to give your name? Since you look down on the Divine Physician Valley, don’t ever come begging for medicine or treatment if you’re poisoned or injured in the future."

"Fine by me. I’d rather seek out Manager Lu than the Divine Physician Valley. Manager Lu can cure even severe internal injuries, while the so-called Divine Physician Valley can only suppress symptoms with medicine—never truly healing anything. What right do they have to call themselves ‘divine’?"

The crowd fell silent.

Brother, you’ve got some nerve.

Lu Jianwei’s eyes darkened slightly. She hadn’t expected a small hearing like this to attract a detractor—someone who appeared to praise her but was actually stirring up trouble.

The Divine Physician Valley held an exalted position with countless followers. If today’s remarks spread, the Eight Directions Inn would inevitably face backlash from all sides.

And if word reached the Divine Physician Valley, the inn’s peace would be shattered.

"The Divine Physician Valley has saved countless lives—they’ve earned their title," Lu Jianwei said calmly. "I see you’re holding a sword—are you a swordsman?"

"Of course."

"Has your swordsmanship reached the pinnacle of mastery?"

"...No."

"Then how can you call yourself a swordsman?" Lu Jianwei replied smoothly. "Wouldn’t ‘sword amateur’ be more fitting?"

"Pfft." The crowd couldn’t help but chuckle.

The swordsman frowned. "I wield a sword—doesn’t that make me a swordsman? Manager Lu, I just praised you. Why humiliate me?"

"The path of medicine is profound. No physician would dare claim they can cure every ailment. But saving lives is like wrestling with the King of Hell himself. If the King of Hell is a god, then those who defy him surely deserve the title ‘divine physician.’"

"Why are you dodging the question?"

Lu Jianwei’s smile faded. "I’m reminding you to think before you speak. You’re no longer welcome here. Leave."

"You—" The swordsman flushed with anger, flicked his sleeve, and stormed out of the inn.

The onlookers exchanged glances. Manager Lu might seem gentle and amiable, but she had a spine of steel.

"Martial Artist Du, it’s your turn now." Lu Jianwei activated the power of her artifact, unleashing the pressure of a peak seventh-level expert upon Du Hanqiu.

Du Hanqiu grunted, barely managing to stay upright.

"What’s the meaning of this?"

"You heard the truth yet still twisted the facts, even slandering me without restraint. If I let you off lightly, how could I maintain my standing in the martial world?"

"What do you want?!"

Lu Jianwei smiled. "Yue Shu, since Earth-Diving Ghost ran off, there’s no one to clean the stables. Teach the newcomer how it’s done."

"Got it!" Yue Shu replied brightly, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he looked at Du Hanqiu.

A chill shot down Du Hanqiu’s spine. He tried to bolt, but the seventh-level artifact’s power pressed down again, rooting his feet in place as if stuck in mud.

"Tiao, the medicine."

A pill—Ordinary Guest—was forced into Du Hanqiu’s mouth. He struggled instinctively, but when his eyes met Tiao’s calm, fathomless gaze, he froze.

A cold dread crept from his soles to the crown of his head.

Before he knew it, he’d swallowed the pill, and his internal energy began to wane.

But he barely noticed. His voice burst out, raw and accusing: "What’s your connection to her?!"

"To whom?" Tiao asked softly.

"Lin Congyue!" Du Hanqiu spat, his voice thick with resentment. "That demoness! Your eyes—they’re just like hers. And that medicinal scent on you… identical to hers! What is she to you?!"

"Stop shouting!" Xue Guanhe stepped between them, shielding Tiao. "Can’t you see the stables are filthy again? Get to work!"

"What stables?! I’m a guardian of the Divine Physician Valley—how dare you disrespect me?!"

Uncle Zhang tucked his hands into his sleeves and chuckled. "Guanhe, it seems Martial Artist Du still hasn’t grasped the situation. Help him understand."

"With pleasure!" Xue Guanhe grinned, fetching a rope and dragging Du Hanqiu toward the stables.

Du Hanqiu thrashed wildly—until a splash of horse urine hit his shoes and robes. He stared in disbelief for a few seconds before letting out a shrill scream.

"Let me go—release me now—!"

The spectators in the courtyard winced, their respect for Lu Jianwei deepening.

To dare bind even a member of the Divine Physician Valley… she truly feared nothing.

"Esteemed guests, the hearing has concluded. The inn is closing for the day," Lu Jianwei announced politely.

Taking the hint, the crowd hastily bowed and excused themselves.

Though they would’ve loved to stay and watch the drama unfold, the Eight Directions Inn’s affairs weren’t so easily observed.

After all, they’d each paid a hundred taels just to enter this courtyard.

Soon, the yard emptied, leaving only the inn’s staff, lodgers, and one new stable cleaner.

Bound in the stables amid filth and stench, Du Hanqiu seethed with disgust. "I’m from the Divine Physician Valley—you’ll regret this—!"

A finger struck his mute acupoint, silencing his tirade.

Xue Guanhe ignored his wide-eyed panic, dusted off his hands, shut the courtyard gate, and followed the others into the main hall.

None of them noticed the flicker of triumph in the captive’s eyes.

The lodgers retired to their rooms, leaving only Lu Jianwei and her staff in the hall.

Yun Hui had already set out fruits and snacks, brewing tea for everyone. Its fragrance filled the room.

"You’ve all worked hard. Sit, drink, and rest awhile."

The tea wasn’t the finest, but its light, refreshing taste was pleasant enough.

"Madam Yun, did you have something to say?" Lu Jianwei asked as she took her seat.

Yun Hui nodded, her brow creased with worry.

"Manager Lu, earlier, Martial Artist Du mentioned ‘Lin Congyue.’ Who is she? Why did he say Tiao resembles her?"

Tiao had only spoken of Hu Jiuniang before, never Lin Congyue. Yun Hui had caught the oddity in Du Hanqiu’s words and wanted clarity.

"I was just about to bring that up," Lu Jianwei said gently. "Tiao, I’ve never pressed you about your past to spare you pain. But since Lin Congyue was mentioned… can you tell me how much you know of her?"

Tiao shook her head. "It’s not painful."

"Good. Then explain in detail." Lu Jianwei’s expression turned serious. "As someone once closest to Lin Congyue, Du Hanqiu might hold clues about the poison’s antidote."

"Exactly!" Yun Hui agreed urgently. "Tiao, your poison still hasn’t been cured."

Though monthly antidotes kept it suppressed, toxins lingering in the body would inevitably shorten one’s lifespan.

It was a thought that often robbed Yun Hui of sleep.

"After Hu Jiuniang found me, aside from teaching me medicine and poison, she drilled me on speech, behavior, even posture and gaze—everything had to meet her standards."

"That’s insane!" Xue Guanhe scowled. "She was downright deranged!"

Yun Hui’s eyes reddened, but she held back her tears, urging Tiao to continue.

"I obeyed. Then one day, she finally approved and gave me medical texts and notes. I didn’t know whose they were—she never told me. She said I had to master the techniques within a set time… or I wouldn’t get the antidote and would die."

The listeners’ hearts ached.

To endure such torment as a child, under the thumb of a madwoman, and still emerge a skilled physician… Tiao’s resilience was staggering.

"After I learned it, I once saved someone, and she was very pleased. She gave me more medical books, again demanding I master them within a set time. Later, she took me to various places to gather medicinal herbs and poisons, telling me that she and her friend had personally tested their effects back in the day."

Lu Jianwei nodded. "Hu Jiuniang, driven by some twisted mindset, wanted to mold you into a second Lin Congyue. But deep down, she resented your talent—just as she resented Lin Congyue's."

She was a deeply conflicted person.

Tiao nodded. "She never once mentioned Lin Congyue's name, but I knew the medical skills I was learning weren’t hers—they belonged to someone else. She often said I was still far from matching that person."

"How old are you? She couldn’t even master it herself—what right does she have to demand that of you?" Xue Guanhe’s face flushed with anger.

"It’s not that I couldn’t learn," Tiao said. "It’s because the medical notes and manuscripts she had from Lin Congyue were only half complete."

Yue Shu caught on immediately. "Are you saying the other half might be in Du Hanqiu’s possession?"

"I don’t know."

"But the poison in your body—even Lin Congyue couldn’t fully neutralize it before she died." Lu Jianwei tempered her expectations. "Even if we find the other half, there’s no guarantee it’ll cure you."

Tiao blinked, as if searching for the right words.

"It’s alright. Say what you want to say."

Tiao spoke calmly. "I never met Lin Congyue, but I admire her medical prowess. I’ve studied her books and notes—given her skill, it’s not certain she couldn’t have cured the poison."

"What do you mean?" Xue Guanhe frowned. "If she could, why did she only leave behind that prescription to suppress the poison each month?"

Lu Jianwei mused, "We don’t truly know what happened back then—whether Lin Congyue was really besieged to death. The priority now is to retrieve the other half of her manuscripts."

"Boss, we can use that drug!" Xue Guanhe said excitedly. "He’ll spill everything."

Lu Jianwei smiled. "We’ll question him tomorrow. Let him spend the night in the stables first."

"Right—break his will first."

By noon, the staff and guests ate together. Two octagonal tables were pushed together to form one long table.

Chen Hui still wanted to sit beside Lan Ling, but she insisted on staying close to Lu Jianwei, taking the seat next to her at the head of the table.

He had no choice but to settle for the first seat on the right—still close to the two beauties.

But before he could sit, Ping Wu slid into the spot beside Lan Ling.

"What are you doing? Can’t you see I was about to sit here?"

Ping Wu looked apologetic. "My apologies. It’s just that Lan Ling and I haven’t seen each other in a long time, and there’s been some misunderstanding between us. I hoped to mend things. Would you grant me this kindness, Brother Chen?"

"What?!" Chen Hui was stunned. "So I was helping my rival earlier?"

The others were speechless—what kind of mess was this?

"After I spoke up for you, this is how you repay me?" Chen Hui was indignant. He tried to take the seat on Lu Jianwei’s other side but found his path blocked by a wheelchair.

"Wen Zhuzhi, move!"

Wen Zhuzhi: "Brother Chen, if you’d excuse me."

"You’re all bullying me!" Chen Hui turned to Lu Jianwei for help. "Boss Lu, I’ll buy this seat. How about it?"

Lu Jianwei’s instincts kicked in. "How much?"

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Free money—why not?

Just as she was about to agree, Wen Zhuzhi pulled out a small booklet from his sleeve.

"Boss Lu, care to make it a bidding war?"