A man stands before the heavens, his sword emerges from the Emei Mountains.

On the bend in the road amidst the light rain, dozens of people approached from afar.

As the procession drew closer, it included both men and women, all wearing raincoats and straw hats. The nun in the center held a black umbrella, the cold rain hanging like beads.

"Master, there are no ferries on the river. Let's rest for the night before we continue," Bei Jinyi pleaded, her stomach rumbling with hunger.

"Um."

"I'll go find an inn."

Bei Jinyi cheered and quickly walked towards the side of the street.

"Everyone is avoiding the rain."

"Yes, Master."

Amidst a chorus of crisp, melodious replies, a group of female disciples from the Emei Sect, lifting their skirts, gracefully ran through the ancient streets and alleys, standing under the eaves and taking off their straw hats to shake off the raindrops.

One by one, the faces of Ji Xiaofu, Su Mengqing and others appeared in the alley. Many female disciples thought that after resting, they could cross the river and reach Emei in a few days. Their weathered faces were full of joy.

Extinction is like cold noodles.

Chen Yu rushed to Hengyang. Ding Minjun, along with Li Mingxia, Zhao Lingzhu, and other Emei disciples, headed straight for Leidianmen, only to find it empty. Ding Minjun returned to the mountain to report, while Ji Xiaofu, Su Mengqing, and Bei Jinyi had already gone to Bilin Cave, which connects western Sichuan with Guizhou.

Fearing that the Thunder and Lightning Sect would join forces with the Azure Phosphorus Cave, the Five Poisons Sect had already made preparations. Unable to rest easy, he went down the mountain alone.

Just like Ding Minjun, they came up empty-handed.

From the cave master to the disciples, no one in the Bilin Cave has been found.

Extinction returned dejectedly.

To do something like eradicating Bashan Tankou in the future would be extremely difficult.

"Master, fortunately, the Five Poisons Sect's influence in Sichuan and Chongqing has been eliminated or eradicated," Ji Xiaofu suddenly said while Miejue was deep in thought.

"What my disciple said is not wrong." Miejue's thoughts returned, and she felt a little more at ease.

"Master, this inn has vacant rooms." Bei Jinyi ran over, her face beaming with joy.

"Let it all pass."

"Okay."

A group of tall, slender female disciples of the Emei Sect walked toward the inn, causing the guests in the teahouse to stare in disbelief. Had they not been carrying weapons, there would have been quite a commotion.

……

Rain fell under the eaves, and somber sunlight streamed in through the window.

Chen Yu, Yang An, and Tang Zhihu, who were drinking and eating, suddenly heard a sound coming from downstairs.

"Master, the inn has superior rooms available."

"Alright, let's settle down here."

Upon hearing the voice, Yang An said, "The voice sounds familiar."

"Let me take a look."

Chen Yu got up, opened the window, and leaned out to look.

A cold wind and rain swept over him, and along with them came a familiar face. Chen Yu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled. "Uncle Ji."

As Old Master Ji was about to step under the eaves, he looked up in surprise, "Young Master Chen."

Chen Yu stepped through the window and onto the ground. "Uncle, how did you get to Wujiang?"

Grandpa Ji laughed and said, "What a coincidence! Something came up in Emei."

"Uncle, please come inside and speak."

"it is good."

When the two arrived at the guest room, Yang An had already prepared bowls and chopsticks.

"The master of the manor drinks wine to ward off the cold."

"Thank you, Master Yang." Old Master Ji downed his wine bowl in one gulp, said "good wine," and then got back to the main topic. "A month ago, I overheard a group of people talking at the Hanyang Wharf. I learned that they were from the Five Poisons Sect, Bai Guishou, and others. They were heading to Changning in Hengyang. I dared not delay, so I brought a few people to Emei to deliver the message."

The three of them suddenly realized.

Chen Yu sighed. This was the advantage of having external forces for a sect, and also the necessity for the Emei Sect to build temples outside. Otherwise, the Emei Sect would be confined to a corner of the country, and it would be difficult to obtain information from the Central Plains and Jiangnan.

"What are you doing here, young heroes?"

Chen Yu explained, "I just returned from Changning."

Grandpa Ji was taken aback.

Chen Yu succinctly recounted the information they gathered from the Five Poisons Sect's Bashan Altar in Changning, their journey there, and their encounter with the Heavenly Eagle Sect and others.

Grandpa Ji understood. "I see."

"Since Uncle has arrived at Wujiang, why don't we go to Emei together?"

"Yes, yes. It's a good opportunity to go see my daughter."

As the four men exchanged toasts, Chen Yu asked, "Uncle, do you know that Lian Zhenjia is the leader of the Five Poisons Sect?"

"Lian Zhenjia?" Old Master Ji pondered.

Chen Yu's eyes lit up; there was hope.

"I don't know Lian Zhenjia, but I've heard of someone else?"

Chen Yu poured wine from the jug, "Uncle, please explain in detail."

Old Master Ji's face immediately showed a look of deep disgust. "His name is Yang Lianzhenjia, a Dangxiang person, a demonic monk who makes a living by tomb raiding. He uses the gold and silver artifacts he obtains as gifts to curry favor with the powerful and wealthy, and eventually became the Grand President of Buddhism in Jianghuai under the Tartar court, in charge of Buddhist affairs in Jiangnan. This demonic man is of mixed barbarian blood, extremely greedy, and skilled in some of the arts of Five Elements, Eight Trigrams, Qimen Dunjia, and Feng Shui. He joined forces with another demonic monk, Yunze, to plunder many imperial tombs of previous dynasties, stealing divine weapons such as the Purple Gold Hammer and the Dragon-Slaying Mace, as well as countless treasures from the tombs."

"Such a wicked monk should be executed!" Yang An said indignantly.

Old Master Ji said bitterly, "Later, this evil monk set his sights on the tombs of deceased martial arts masters, stealing martial arts manuals. In the end, he disappeared without a trace amidst the pursuit of chivalrous heroes of the martial world and disciples of tomb-raiding sects."

"Where is the demonic monk Yunze?" Chen Yu asked hurriedly.

"Disappeared along with Yang Lianzhenjia."

"Could it be that Lian Zhenjia is Yang Lianzhenjia?" Tang Zhihu blurted out.

"I'm afraid so." Chen Yu said this as his mind raced. This Lian Zhenjia was a Tangut, who made a living by tomb raiding. Had he ever stolen from the Western Xia imperial tombs or the ancestral tombs of the Murong clan in Suzhou? He was able to escape from the siege of martial arts heroes, so his martial arts level must be extraordinary. Could it be that he hid in Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan and used some tricks to become the leader of the Five Poisons Sect?

Once this idea came to mind, Chen Yu's thinking took a turn for the better.

What about Dugu Qiubai's sword tomb?

What about the tomb of the Pharmacist on Peach Blossom Island? The tomb of the Eastern Heretic should not be easy to rob, given who Huang Yaoshi is.

The Five Poisons Sect has set up the Immortal Toad Altar in Zhongnan Mountain. Could it be that Lian Zhenjia is eyeing the Ancient Tomb?

Chen Yu suddenly felt a chill.

"What's wrong, young hero?"

Chen Yu's thoughts returned, and he said to Grandpa Ji, "When we returned to Emei from Hanyang, a junior sister in our sect died. It is suspected that she was poisoned and that someone staged the scene of her falling off a cliff to mislead the public."

Yang An's face turned deathly pale. "What does Senior Brother mean?"

"Could it be that Lian Zhenjia has her eye on our master's tomb? We shouldn't delay, let's find a boat to cross the river, I'll steer it," Chen Yu said.

Knowing the matter was of great importance, Old Master Ji said, "I will go with the young hero."

"it is good."

……

The town was shrouded in a leaden-blue rain curtain.

Chen Yu, Yang An, and Tang Zhihu packed their bags, and Old Master Ji also called his entourage to set off. The group led their horses straight to the dock.

After walking a hundred paces, the ferryboat appeared and disappeared in the view along the riverbank.

A man dressed in white suddenly walked slowly from the dock, holding an umbrella. A gentle breeze blew his clothes, causing them to flutter lightly. The umbrella was tilted slightly, and beads hung from its edge.

"Yang Xiao." Tang Zhihu picked up the pouch covered with oilcloth with his other hand.

"That's not right." As Chen Yu spoke, dozens of people surged in from the direction of the dock.

Chen Yu's pupils contracted slightly; it was a small world.

There are Bai Xilou, Ba Biao, Cheng Guijia...

Members of the Five Poisons Sect.

Bai Xilou, holding a green umbrella and dressed in green, smiled sweetly, "Chen Yu, we meet again."

Ba Biao walked to the side of the man holding the umbrella. "Vice Leader Xia, that is Chen Yu."

Chen Yu thought of a phrase: "a lion hunting a rabbit."

After suffering repeated losses, the Five Poisons Sect did not send out hall masters or incense masters to capture him as if to add more casualties. Instead, the vice leader of the Five Poisons Sect took action.

How did the other party know so precisely that they were in the town of Wujiang? That's suspicious.

"Bang!"

The man in white closed his umbrella, and what came into Chen Yu's view was a pale-faced man with sharp eyebrows and eyes, a straight nose, and tightly pursed lips, who appeared to be around thirty years old.

"Are you Chen Yu?"

"Who are you?" Chen Yu asked.

"Xia Jingzhe, come with me."

"You just leave like that?" a hot-blooded man in Jizhuang cursed.

"puff!"

The man made a hoarse sound as he stood in the rain, clutching his neck. Blood seeped from between his fingers, and between his two fingers was a snake-shaped awl.