Gou Zai Wudao Shicheng Dao

Another blow landed on the back of Huang Laizi's neck.

This blow shattered his neck bone.

Huang Laizi's body stiffened abruptly, and his struggles gradually weakened.

But his eyes were full of resentment, and he was still cursing.

Fang Xia didn't stop; the iron rod fell again and again.

He vented his murderous intent and nipped in the bud.

Until Huang Laizi became completely still and his eyes lost their luster.

Fang Xia stopped what she was doing, panting heavily.

Looking at the mangled corpse on the ground, he felt no pity whatsoever.

There is only one feeling of complete and utter relief!

Without time to clean up the scene, Fang Xia hurried through the alleyways of the slum.

They sped off in the direction of Shadow Three and Ma Five.

The two had been following Huang Laizi for the past few days, participating in his surveillance.

"Once Huang Laizi dies, they will definitely guess that I did it."

Although they were foolish, if they escaped back to the Black Tiger Gang, they would give Peng Biao a handle to use against them.

Keeping them around is like keeping a hidden danger; they must be eliminated completely.

Fang Xia sped along in the moonlight, mentally sentencing Ying San and Ma Wu to death.

On a side road not far away, Shadow Three and Ma Five were searching listlessly.

He kept muttering complaints about Huang Laizi's cold-heartedness and how remote the place was.

Suddenly, they saw Fang Xia walking quickly towards them.

The two were taken aback at first, then overjoyed.

But when the two of them saw:

Fang Xia exuded a chilling killing intent.

The iron rod in his hand was covered in blood.

Bathed in moonlight, it looked exactly like a deadly demon.

The two were instantly terrified, their faces turned pale, their legs went weak, and they almost collapsed to the ground.

They were trembling all over, and all traces of arrogance had vanished.

They're just thugs who only know how to bully ordinary people.

They had never seen such a scene of carnage before, and were now terrified out of their wits.

"You...you...you killed Master Huang?"

Shadow Three's lips trembled, his eyes filled with fear.

He turned around instinctively, not even caring about Ma Wu.

Shadow Three felt inexplicably ashamed and muttered that he should burn more paper money for Ma Wu.

But Ma Wu was much smarter than him, and had already slipped away before him.

Fang Xia sneered inwardly. How could two thugs who hadn't even mastered stance training be as fast as him?

Fang Xia flashed and caught up with Shadow Three in the blink of an eye.

He swung the iron rod in his hand and smashed it into Shadow Three's neck.

Shadow Three let out a miserable scream and fell straight down, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes still open.

Ma Wu was terrified and ran even faster, crying out repeatedly, "Spare me! I was wrong!"

"It was Huang Laizi who forced me to do this! I'll never do it again! Please spare my life!"

He kept looking back as he ran.

Fang Xia's eyes were cold, without the slightest hesitation, and without a trace of pity in her heart.

To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself!

He quickly caught up, and the iron rod fell again, instantly splattering blood.

Ma Wu's cries stopped abruptly, and he collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Fang Xia took a deep breath, suppressed the killing intent in her heart, and her eyes quickly regained their clarity.

The fighting is over; the most important thing now is to wrap things up.

You must not leave any trace, lest you bring trouble upon yourself.

Fang Xia bent down and walked to Ying San's corpse, feeling around for a moment.

His movements were steady and calm, without the slightest sign of panic.

"Shadow Three has been oppressing the people for many years, so he must have a lot of wealth on him," Fang Xia thought to himself.

Soon, he found a money pouch in Shadow Three's clothes.

Upon opening it, they found two taels of loose silver and two gold bars inside.

It was indeed a "small yellow croaker," weighing about one tael, worth ten taels of silver.

Continuing to search, Fang Xia found a piece of animal hide, about the size of two palms.

The animal hide was dark in color and covered with dense ancient characters, exuding a fierce aura.

"This is... the skin of a demon?"

Fang Xia frowned slightly, gently stroking the writing on the animal hide, her heart filled with doubt.

"This guy's just a thug who hasn't even mastered basic martial arts, how could he possibly have something like this?"

Unable to figure it out, Fang Xia simply stopped thinking about it.

He then moved to Ma Wu's body and carefully examined it as well.

He took out three taels of silver and a small yellow croaker.

In addition, they also received a bronze token.

The token is of ancient and simple material, about the size of a palm, and its surface is engraved with intricate and mysterious Taoist patterns.

Fang Xia held the token in his hand, and the "late bloomer" destiny in his mind suddenly stirred slightly, as if it had sensed the token.

"These tokens and animal hides are definitely not ordinary items. Where did these two thugs get them?"

Fang Xia carefully put away the bronze token and the animal hide, her eyes full of doubt.

However, he also knew that this was not the time to delve into the matter.

While searching Ma Wu's body, Fang Xia also obtained a small porcelain bottle.

Pulling out the stopper, a pungent odor wafted out, causing Fang Xia to instinctively frown.

"Corpse-dissolving water?" Fang Xia was taken aback, then cursed under his breath.

"These bastards, not a single one of them is any good; they even carry this kind of insidious stuff!"

But then, Fang Xia smiled slightly, a hint of relief flashing in her eyes.

"But it's good, having this corpse-dissolving water saves me the trouble of disposing of the body."

"Use it sparingly; it should be enough to dispose of the three corpses, including Huang Laizi."

Fang Xia unscrewed the porcelain bottle, poured out a small amount of the corpse-dissolving liquid, and first poured it on Ying San's corpse.

The dark liquid fell onto the corpse, instantly making a "sizzling" sound.

As puffs of white smoke rose, Shadow Three's corpse was reduced to a pool of murky black water in no time.

The "black water" seeped into the cracks in the stone slabs, leaving no trace.

"Such powerful effects, the corpse-dissolving water is indeed insidious." Fang Xia thought with admiration.

He then used the same method to treat Ma Wu's body with the corpse-dissolving liquid.

The entire movement was swift and efficient, without the slightest delay.

After dealing with the two men, Fang Xia headed towards Huang Laizi's corpse.

Compared to Shadow Three and Ma Wu, Huang Laizi is the leader of the Black Tiger Gang, so he must have more wealth.

Fang Xia squatted down and felt around Huang Laizi's collar and waist.

He quickly found a neatly folded gold note, unfolded it, and saw that it was printed with the words "thirty taels".

Fang Xia was shocked!

Thirty taels of gold notes—that's no small sum.

That's three hundred taels of silver!

Continuing to search, they found five small yellow croakers and thirteen taels of silver on the yellow leper's body.

Holding the heavy gold and silver in his hands, Fang Xia's heart trembled violently.

"This yellow-haired scoundrel, he's actually so rich?"

Fang Xia was filled with doubt: "How can a mere leader of the Black Tiger Gang have so much money?"

Ordinary families couldn't accumulate this much silver even after several lifetimes.

Little did Fang Xia know that most of these possessions were all of Huang Laizi's accumulated wealth over the past thirty years.

Another part was the public funds he embezzled from the Black Tiger Gang.

Huang Laizi was cautious by nature and had long been aware of the crisis he was facing.

He had decided to leave Heishan County, which is why he carried all his belongings with him.

As for his wife and children, they were nothing more than dispensable burdens in his eyes.

He discarded them as if they were nothing!

Unaware of the situation, Fang Xia assumed that the Black Tiger Gang was exploiting the people too much.

Indeed, in times of chaos, it is the common people who suffer the most.

These thugs managed to amass such a fortune through ruthless exploitation.

After a moment of reflection, Fang Xia used the corpse-dissolving liquid to treat Huang Laizi's body.

He carefully examined the scene again and erased all traces of himself.

Only after confirming that there were no flaws did Fang Xia pick up her valuables and turn to walk out of the alley.

Only a faint smell of blood remained in the air!

As I walked out of Anrong Street, the moonlight was still bright.

As the evening breeze blew, Fang Xia breathed a slight sigh of relief.

As Fang Xia walked along the road, she carefully reviewed what she had gained this time.

"Thirty taels of gold notes, eight small yellow croakers, eighteen taels of loose silver..."

After finishing the calculation, Fang Xia's heart began to race, and her eyes were filled with excitement.

All things considered, his net worth was nearly four hundred taels of silver!

"Last time I bought a 'Big Blue Dragon' aquarium fish, it drained all my savings."

Now that I've received this windfall, I no longer have to worry about cultivation resources.

Fang Xia was overjoyed. As he walked, he secretly calculated, "Even if I buy one 'Great Azure Dragon' treasure fish every month, this money can support my cultivation for at least a year."

Fang Xia's thoughts drifted to martial arts, and he thought to himself, "If I don't pursue the Bronze Skin Realm, this windfall is enough for me to cultivate from the Beginning of the Ox Skin Realm all the way to the Perfection of the Skin Gate, and even the Perfection of the Flesh Refining Realm."

Fang Xia knew very well that Pi Guan was divided into three realms: cowhide, stone, and copper.

After becoming an inner disciple, he learned more details.

The Copper Skin End Realm not only consumes resources, but also has extremely high requirements for talent, perseverance, and comprehension.

It does not affect the four external heavenly gates, the three internal heavenly ladders, or the meridian gathering and qi accumulation.

The only limitation is that one must break through the innate martial arts barrier after achieving mastery in the acquired realm.

"Senior Brother Zhou once said that most martial artists in the Copper Skin Realm do not deliberately pursue it."

After all, their aptitude and family background are ordinary, and they lack the foundation to pursue innate martial arts, so their cost-effectiveness is not high!

A strange light flashed in Fang Xia's eyes as she rode the moon.

If we didn't know, that would be one thing, but now that we're no longer misled by information asymmetry...

They received this windfall and also have the destiny of "great talents mature late".

He naturally refused to give up.

After all, it concerns the innate secret realm.

Despite his excitement, Fang Xia wasn't blinded by the windfall. He thought to himself, "The three Huang Laizi have just died. The valuables I have, especially the gold notes and small yellow croakers, are too conspicuous."

"We absolutely cannot act now; we must wait until things calm down before slowly converting them into cultivation resources."

After the initial excitement subsided, Fang Xia suddenly came to her senses.

He killed people, and he killed three people at once.

In his past life, he was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze.

I've never killed a chicken in my life, let alone a human.

Fang Xia subconsciously raised her hand, her heart beating slightly faster.

There was no feeling of vomiting, fear, or tension.

"Strange, why am I not scared at all?"

Fang Xia was filled with astonishment, and even couldn't help but wonder to herself, "Am I a born killer?"

But then Fang Xia felt relieved and a faint smile appeared on her lips: "Perhaps, I've become too accustomed to this world."

Looking up at the night sky, the moonlight shone on Fang Xia's face.

His eyes gradually deepened.

In this world, demons roam, extraordinary beings appear, and martial arts flourish, yet it is also incredibly cruel.

The weak eat the strong, the fittest survive.

"Here, there is no protection of the law, no warmth or kindness."

If you don't 'eat people,' you'll be 'eaten' by people.

Fang Xia silently reminded herself: "No matter where you are, only by 'eating others' can you become a superior person; enduring hardship won't work!"