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Chapter 119 Three Corpses
Since entering the new era, all sects and factions across China have been swept up by the times and have had to make corresponding changes. Among these sects, the Tang Clan is undoubtedly the most unique.

They have a long history, but are known for assassinations and intrigue.

Compared to other reputable sects, this method is clearly underhanded and does not meet the requirements of the new era.

If the Tang Clan wants to pass on its legacy, it cannot simply cooperate with the tourism bureau like Wudang Mountain and the Celestial Master's Mansion; it must make greater changes than other sects.

For this reason, after discussion, the Tang Clan leadership decided to transform the mountain gate into a martial arts school, recruiting students in both the inner and outer worlds.

Ordinary students study at the new campus at the foot of the mountain, where the teachers and teaching assistants are all extraordinary individuals from the Tang Clan. If a student in the new campus has the potential to become an extraordinary individual, they will be taken to the old campus on the mountain for true cultivation.

Thanks to the martial arts school as a front, the Tang Clan has managed to survive to some extent.

However, compared to other forces, this sect, known for its assassinations, is relatively closed off and rarely interacts with other forces. Even the company has never cooperated with them.

Today, this secluded sect has been visited by two groups of uninvited guests.

The first wave naturally consisted of the main characters, represented by Zhang Chulan.

As for the second wave, it is the Quanxing that is currently confronting them!

At the beginning, the Tang Clan had the advantage in numbers and, because they had laid an ambush in advance, caught the Quanxing off guard, thus gaining the upper hand in the melee.

Just now, a middle-aged man with black energy surrounding his body suddenly appeared and ambushed several junior members of the Tang Clan, causing the situation, which was gradually becoming clear, to become chaotic again.

The Quanxing members who had infiltrated the Tang Clan all broke away from the battle and gathered around the middle-aged man.

The Tang Clan members around them helped their ambushed companions out, while the rest spread out and silently surrounded the intruders.

"I didn't expect you to be here too..."

The white-haired old man in a Tang suit stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him. His expression was slightly solemn as he slowly said, "The Three Corpses, Tu Junfang!"

Tu Junfang smiled and said, "Tang Miaoxing, the leader of the Tang Clan, it is an honor that you have heard of my name after being away from the world for so long!"

"Unfortunately, we guys have other things to do today, so we can't keep up with your banter."

"I'll definitely experience the Tang Clan's methods when I have time another day!"

"Humph!"

Tang Miaoxing snorted coldly, glanced at the Guanyuan in her hand, and said coldly, "Trying to run away?"

"It's not that easy!"

Before the words were finished, numerous red dots appeared on the radar-like magical artifact 'Guanyuan'.

In the direction corresponding to the red dot, figures emerged and surrounded us from all directions.

Judging from the black bodysuit he was wearing, he was a member of the Tang Clan who had come from various martial arts schools!
"So fast?!"

The bald, burly man next to Tu Junfang looked astonished and couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath: "Damn it, what's Zhang Chulan good for? How come he can't even hold out for this little bit of time?"

"Can't hold them off?"

The bespectacled boy next to him glanced at him and shook his head, saying, "Liao Tietou, with a brain like yours, you'd better not think!"

Liao Tietou was taken aback upon hearing this, then angrily retorted, "Lü Liang, what do you mean?!"

"It doesn't mean Zhang Chulan couldn't hold on; it means he never intended to!"

Tu Junfang, standing nearby, looked rather grim and lowered his voice, saying, "Lü Liang, you were right. Yuan Tao really underestimated Zhang Chulan..."

Lü Liang sighed and said, "Yes, Old Yuan has really ruined things for us!"

As they talked, the Tang Clan members who had arrived had already surrounded them.

Tu Junfang glanced at the young-looking members of the Tang Clan and said indifferently, "Uncle Tang, you should think this through. I didn't want to ruin things just now, so I deliberately held back a few moves."

"But the battle that follows will be different!"

"..."

Tang Miaoxing glanced at him expressionlessly, then turned around and said calmly, "All Tang Clan disciples, listen up. When facing this person, the first priority is not to win, but to avoid contact with his corpse poison."

"Yes!"

The Tang Clan disciples around them responded one after another.

Tu Junfang and the others' faces darkened, and they had no choice but to prepare for battle.

Meanwhile, in the mountains behind the crowd, Zhang Chulan crouched on a treetop, quietly watching the battlefield ahead, seemingly hesitating whether to appear and join the battle with the Tang Clan.

"Zhang Chulan, take my advice and don't get involved in this mess."

"That Three Corpse Tu Junfang is not a match you can handle..."

Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind.

Zhang Chulan was slightly startled and turned his head sharply. He saw a young man in a suit who had appeared on the treetop at some point, quietly watching the scene ahead with him.

...It was him?!

Upon seeing that familiar face, Zhang Chulan's pupils constricted, and he couldn't help but blurt out, "Sect Master He?!"

"Why are you here?"

He Jingfeng turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly, saying, "Do I need to report to you where I go?"

Zhang Chulan chuckled awkwardly, "No, it's just that it's about the company..."

"rest assured."

He Jingfeng turned his gaze back to the battlefield and said calmly, "The company knows I'm in Shu."

Does that company know you're with Tangmen?

Zhang Chulan thought to himself, but dared not say it aloud. In his eyes, this Netherworld Pavilion Master was a mysterious figure second only to Lin Yu.

The first time they met, this person was Lin Yu's follower. The second time they met, he suddenly transformed into the leader of the Netherworld Pavilion, an international organization of supernatural beings.

The third meeting was even more remarkable, with all the company's directors coming out and personally receiving the ten bosses.

In terms of treatment, it was practically the highest level, almost equivalent to receiving heads of state from various countries!

Such a person is someone that even Xu San and Xu Si would have to deal with carefully, let alone Zhang Chulan.

After a moment's thought, he cautiously changed the subject, saying, "From what you're saying, it seems you know quite a bit about this Tu Junfang!"

"..." He Jingfeng glanced at him and said indifferently, "Among the Quanxing masters nowadays, apart from the four madmen you know, the Three Corpses and Six Thieves are the most famous."

"There are six thieves, but only one Three Corpses."

"Being able to stand alongside the six thieves on his own naturally indicates that he has a certain level of confidence."

so smart?

Zhang Chulan frowned, his expression becoming serious.

He Jingfeng turned around and looked at Tu Junfang below, saying, "As far as I know, this person is the sole successor of the Anlu Three Demons Sect. The name Three Demons sounds very sinister, but it is not actually an evil sect."

"On the contrary, their goal is to control the three corpses within their bodies and achieve ascension to immortality by eliminating them."

"The Three Corpses Classic states that when a person is born, he or she takes on a form in the womb of his or her parents and is nourished by the essence of the five grains. Therefore, each person has three corpses and nine worms in their belly, which are of great harm to people."

"If the Four Madnesses represent the external vices of wine, women, wealth, and power, then the Three Corpses represent the internal vices of greed, anger, and ignorance."

"Tu Junfang's ability is to control the three corpses within his body and manifest them externally for use against enemies. At the same time, his Corpse Demon can also materialize the three corpses of other people."

At this point, He Jingfeng paused, glanced at Zhang Chulan, and said, "Your cultivation is still shallow, and the three poisons have not been eliminated. Once you are tainted by the corpse poison, you will be tormented by it for the rest of your life!"

Will I be trapped by it for the rest of my life?

Zhang Chulan was startled upon hearing this, but at the same time, a sense of relief welled up inside him.

He had no doubt about the authenticity of this information, because it came from the mouth of the mysterious Lord of the Netherworld Pavilion.

At the same time, he had no confidence whatsoever in his resistance to the corpse poison.

This is not surprising, after all, greed, anger, and ignorance are the three poisons of human nature. In the entire world of supernatural beings, probably only his master Zhang Zhiwei and Bao'er, who possesses some saintly qualities, can ignore them...

No, it's not just the two of them!
Lin Yu of Baiyujing, and the Netherworld Pavilion Master beside him, might be able to do it too!
Thinking of this, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but steal a glance at He Jingfeng beside him.

Meanwhile, the battle below finally began, with Tang Miaoxing leading a large number of Tang Clan disciples in a siege.

The members of Quanxing also used various methods. The burly man known as "Baldy Liao" grinned and his whole body radiated Qi. He used his body-strengthening technique to fill his muscles with Qi, while simultaneously activating the Golden Bell Cover to turn his skin golden.

Xia Liuqing brushed his face with his hand, and black energy surged from his palm, condensing into a mace. He was clearly playing the role of the door god Yuchi Jingde.

Tu Junfang stood there expressionless, with wisps of black energy emanating from his body, which condensed into three black monsters resembling mud monsters above his head, at his waist, and at his feet.

"Is this what the Three Corpses are?"

The viewers in the live stream watched the battle on screen with great interest.

The Tang Clan members threw hidden weapons using their telekinetic techniques, but they were all blocked by the mud-like black energy.

Tu Junfang glanced at the person who had ambushed him, and the wasp-shaped corpses above his head immediately dispersed, transforming into countless miniature wasps that rushed towards the junior disciple.

In an instant, a dense swarm of black wasps filled the field of vision.

The Tang Clan disciple was startled and hurriedly retreated, but it was too late.

Just as the wasps were about to strike, Tang Miaoxing suddenly appeared in front of him, his right hand, which had been hanging by his side, vanished instantly, slashing at the wasps with a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect.

In an instant, the high-speed hand strikes generated wind pressure and were unleashed continuously like a machine gun.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With a series of muffled thuds, the swarms of wasps exploded, turning into wisps of black smoke that converged once more toward Tu Junfang.

Upon seeing this, the group members in the live stream all expressed their admiration:
[Yun Ye: The Tang Clan's instant strike technique truly lives up to its reputation!]

[Fan Xian: The Instant Strike is really nothing special, just a high-speed hand chop. It's this old man who's amazing; in that instant, he unleashed at least twenty-two hand chops!]

[Su Haoming: Twenty-two? I counted to twenty-one.]

[Fan Xian: That means your eyesight is poor; you need to practice!]

[Su Haoming: Really, Lao Fan? Between us, who's the real sixth-level expert?]

[Su Haoming: How about we have a little sparring?]

[Fan Xian: No problem. Ban magic, just a martial arts contest, how about that?]

[Su Haoming: ...Have you no shame?]

While the group members were making a ruckus in the live stream, He Jingfeng still remembered his goal, scanning the battlefield with his eyes, looking for any potential talent he could try to poach.

It must be said that both Tang Miaoxing, the head of the Tang Clan, and the middle-aged disciples who serve as martial arts school teachers are quite skilled.

Aside from never having experienced life and death and not knowing how to use firearms, they are actually not much different from a Saint-level assassin.

But what about the younger generation of the Tang Clan...?

He Jingfeng turned his gaze to the Tang Clan disciples who were locked in a fierce battle, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Too inexperienced!"

(End of this chapter)