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Chapter 62 Chen Jiu of the Canal Gang, Subduing the Dragon God (Third update, please subscribe!)

During the few days that Hong Yuan stayed at the Wuding Sword Sect to learn martial arts from Qing Songzi and Qing Lingzi, news of his appearance in Qingping County spread like wildfire.

Linjiang Prefecture was in an uproar. All forces, big and small, from Qingping County and several neighboring counties, whether they were famous gangs, bandits, or idle martial artists, rushed over.

Many people speculate that the villain Hong Yuan was forced to flee to another place by the exorbitant bounty and is about to wander in Xingqing Prefecture.

Instead of searching for his whereabouts, some astute individuals blocked all the major roads leading to Xingqing Prefecture and placed spies at high points, waiting for him to walk into their trap.

Furthermore, martial artists from Xingqing Prefecture, having heard the news, also came, their mouths watering at the prospect of that windfall of 100,000 taels of silver, their knives sharpened menacingly.

Wow! Wow!
The river waves surged, a strong wind swept across the water, and a cargo boat cut through the waves at high speed on the Jade Belt River.

A young man with a sharp, angular face, bronze skin, and a fierce aura stood at the bow of the ship, gazing into the distance.

His eyes and brows were sharp, like those of a hawk, and a hook-and-sickle spear adorned with crimson-gold dragon patterns was embedded in the deck, within easy reach.

Boo!
A sharp, piercing eagle's cry tore through the sky. A dark shadow hovered above the large ship, then suddenly swooped down and landed on the mast.

On the mast.

On the watchtower several meters above the ground, a strong, bare-chested man looked up as a sharp eagle talons landed on his shoulder.

Taking a small bamboo tube from between the eagle's claws, the shirtless man pulled a large piece of red meat from his waist pouch and tossed it into the air.

With a cry, the eagle swooped down, grabbed the red flesh, and soared into the sky.

The shirtless man gripped the mast, his movements more agile than a monkey's. He slid down in a few strides, ran onto the deck, presented a bamboo tube, and bowed to the burly young man: "Ninth Master, news has come back!"

The shirtless man was a member of the canal gang. Although he was more than twice the age of the burly young man, his face was full of respect and awe.

This fierce young man was named Chen Jiulang, one of the flag leaders of the Canal Gang's River Patrol Banner.

Not only did he hold a high position, but his martial arts skills were also unfathomable, making him a leading figure among the young and middle-aged members of the Canal Gang.

Because of Jin San's death, there was a vacancy among the six leaders of the Cao Gang. The head of the gang declared that whoever could avenge Jin San would be promoted to the next position.

Chen Jiulang has become one of the most popular candidates.

"Just tell me directly, has that red-haired guy already escaped from Linjiang Prefecture?" Chen Jiulang asked without turning his head, his brows furrowed, and a burning ambition appeared in his eyes.

Even if the other party fled to another place, he would still pursue and kill them, using their heads to pave his own path to advancement.

The shirtless man opened the bamboo tube, took out a wrapped piece of paper, unfolded it, and quickly said, "No! That person disappeared for a few days, then reappeared in Qingping County, fought two battles, and killed dozens of people, including 'Wind-Splashing Blade' Miao Zhijian, 'Black Fiend Woodcutter' Zheng Biao, Sideburn-Faced Ghost... and..."

“Their nicknames are all incredibly impressive, but they’re just a bunch of useless trash.” Chen Jiulang waved his hand, a disdainful look on his lips. “I have no interest in hearing the names of dead people… It seems this red-haired guy tried to escape, but he was caught again. Good, it saves me a lot of trouble.”

"Where is he now?"

The shirtless man hurriedly said, "After killing people, Hong Yuan fled Qingping County and went to the neighboring county. For some reason, he challenged three local gangs and even fought with a famous master. Then he disappeared again. His exact whereabouts are still unknown..."

Chen Jiulang reached out and grabbed the dragon-patterned hook-and-sickle spear beside him, saying calmly, "Get all the spies over there moving. Keep searching, and then... speed up and get there!"

Mingzhou, Pingkang County.

Amidst the misty green peaks, a stone pavilion appears and disappears halfway up the mountain.

Inside the stone pavilion, a young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with delicate and refined features, stood with his hands behind his back, dressed simply in a moon-white Taoist robe. The young Taoist had a cool and aloof demeanor, as if he were aloof and distant from everyone. He lowered his gaze to the sea of ​​clouds, as if admiring the poetic and picturesque scenery.

Behind the young Taoist priest stood a well-off middle-aged man with his hands at his sides, his expression meticulous and motionless. This was none other than Mr. Cui.

After a long while, the young Taoist seemed to have lost interest. He withdrew his gaze and chuckled, "I originally thought that the Fuhu Sect had declined to such a state that it was no longer worthy of its name. I never expected that such a young tiger would emerge again!"

He slowly turned his head, a smile on his face, and looked at Mr. Cui: "Cui Ming, what do you think?"

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Cui Ming's forehead, and his legs went weak. He was about to kneel down when the young Taoist waved his hand and said, "Don't kneel. You know I don't like people kneeling to me. If someone kneels to me, it's either because they need something from me or because they've wronged me. Which one are you?"

Cui Ming hurriedly said, "This subordinate has failed in his duties. Please punish me, Young Master Shenxiao!"

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "Now it seems that Meng Yue is probably dead at the hands of that kid surnamed Hong. At that time, his martial arts skills were probably already extremely high, but he hid them very well and deceived Meng Yue."

These two were members of the Dragon Subduing Sect. The young Taoist was named Zhang Shenxiao, and he was the last disciple of Master Zhang of the Dragon Subduing Sect.

He was originally an abandoned baby, but was adopted and raised by Master Zhang.

"What are you resenting?" Zhang Shenxiao shook his head and smiled faintly: "We schemed against the Fuhu Sect's secret techniques, but our methods were inadequate, and we died at their hands. It's just that we were outmatched. Don't act like a defeated dog barking."

"I don't care about the so-called secret of subduing tigers. It's just that it was my master's lifelong obsession, which is why I instructed you and Meng Yue to go and search for it."

Zhang Shenxiao calmly said, "For me, whether I get it or not is not important. If I really wanted it, I could have easily defeated the second son of the Yang family at the Qionghua Gathering three years ago, and I would have won the so-called three-battle agreement."

He sighed again and said slowly, "It's just that I couldn't make a move three years ago. At that time, my skills were not yet fully developed. If I had revealed my skills, I would have stood out from the crowd and the wind would have come to destroy me."

As they spoke, a gentle breeze blew by, causing Zhang Shenxiao's Taoist robe to flutter. Cui Ming could vaguely hear the sounds of cranes howling and dragons roaring from within his body, and he couldn't help but open his mouth wide, as if he had seen a banished immortal descend to earth.

“In the past, the Dragon and Tiger Ancestor was able to comprehend the Dragon and Tiger Great Power. How could I, Zhang Shenxiao, be inferior to my predecessors? I can also comprehend the skill of ‘Soaring Crane to Capture Dragon’. Although it cannot be considered true skill yet, I no longer need to fear anyone.”

Cui Ming trembled all over, not from fear, but from overwhelming excitement: "Young Master Shenxiao is truly a celestial being! With Young Master Shenxiao here, my Jianglongmen will surely become famous throughout the world."

Zhang Shenxiao said, "My master raised me, so it is only right that I repay him with an extremely powerful Dragon Subduing Sect."

He turned around again, his tone indifferent: "Next March, at the Qionghua Gathering, will be the time for me to launch an attack on the three major sects of Huaxi Sword Sect, Jingang Temple, and Xuanbing Sect, and take their place. As for Hong Yuan, let's see if he can overcome this difficulty!"

"If he can pass the test, he is a promising talent. I will subdue him at the Qionghua Gathering."

As for the grudge over Meng Yue's death, Zhang Shenxiao didn't know if he had forgotten it.

Cui Ming didn't care.

Meng Yue was indeed an outstanding disciple of the Dragon Subduing Sect, but he is now dead. As for the great cause of the Dragon Subduing Sect and the Divine Firmament Prince, they will inevitably need a group of capable subordinates in the future.

At the same time, on the surging Jade Belt River in Linjiang Prefecture, a thunderous roar resounded as a wave crashed against the bluestone bank, exploding into a spray of water.

A small boat swayed gently on the river. Hong Yuan, who was in the cabin, suddenly opened his eyes and looked out.

Wow!
A fierce wind swept across the river, and a huge iron chain blocked the river's surface. Dozens of fast boats swarmed out, blocking the waterway. With a shout, they sped out from the left and right, rapidly surrounding the awning boat where Hong Yuan was.

A thunderous voice rang out, accompanied by a wild and unrestrained laugh.

"This 100,000 taels of silver, the Hunjianglong Society wants it!"

(End of this chapter)