Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Chapter 79 Arrangement

Qingyan City.

In a side alley of Dongyang Street, on both sides of the gray road facing the street, there is a two-story building.

The hanging flags were decorated with a nine-tube pattern in red stripes.

Jubao Casino.

On the ground floor, a dozen or so long tables were covered with red, yellow, and green iron chips, and the area was surrounded by countless gamblers with flushed faces.

"Big big!"

"Guess small, tiny."

As a woman with a seductive expression slowly opened the dice cup, eight dice came into view.

"At twelve o'clock, the score for this round is reduced to low."

"Ugh~ Damn it!"

A sigh came from the crowd, and some people gritted their teeth.

"Sorry everyone, I won this round!"

A man dressed in coarse cloth burst into laughter, his face beaming with excitement, and he gathered the chips on the table in front of him.

"I'm not convinced, let's try again!"

The gambling table was facing a man in a blue robe. He slammed his hand on the table, his eyes bloodshot.

He raised his head and roared.

The people around were used to it; similar things happened every day in the casino.

The man was clearly blinded by defeat.

"I want to play with deer bones with you!"

The man roared again, staring intently at the middle-aged man from the Zhuang family.

"Sir, you have run out of chips."

Upon hearing this, the maidservant appropriately offered a reminder.

"I also offer two loans here. Do you want them? Just sign the contract and you'll immediately receive one hundred taels of silver."

The maid gave another charming laugh, and the waiter beside her came over carrying a wooden tray.

On the plate was an inkpad and a contract.

Anyone could tell that although the man's clothes were ordinary, his demeanor was clearly not that of an ordinary person.

In recent days, many people from other places have flocked to the city with their families, including some wealthy people with substantial assets.

"Okay, I'll sign!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the man picked up the inkpad and pressed it down.

Then he sat down again.

"Guest, what will you guess this time?"

The more the man acted this way, the happier the dealer became, reaching out to take the miniature white deer gambling paraphernalia handed to him by the maid.

He then placed his bets on Lu Xin.

"Deer antlers, shuttle, whole shuttle deer antlers!"

On the gambling table, a large area is separated by independent lines, within which are carved deer antlers, tail, body, bones, and heart.

pat~

After the white deer gambling paraphernalia was thrown down, it rolled several times rapidly, under the gaze of the man's bloodshot eyes.

It eventually landed on the deer heart pattern.

"Sigh, we lost again."

"I knew it would be like this."

"Guest, you've lost again," the dealer said with a smile.

The man's face went blank, as if all his strength had drained away. Then, his expression suddenly turned cold and stern: "No, you cheated!"

Upon hearing this, the man from the Zhuang family's expression changed.

"I advise the guest not to talk nonsense. Causing trouble on Torch Gang territory is not a wise move."

The man paid no heed, grabbed the white deer gambling equipment, and squeezed it hard!

The hard jade gambling tool turned into powder and flowed through my fingers, leaving a harsh sensation.

He held a black stone, only as thick as an index finger, in his hand.

At the gambling table, many gamblers were taken aback.

"You son of a bitch, the bookmaker is cheating too? Do you think my money is going to fall from the sky?" the man roared.

Holding the black stone in one hand, he slammed it hard on the table.

Boom~

The entire gambling table instantly shattered into pieces, with chips and gambling equipment scattered all over the floor.

"What else do you have to say!"

The man's strength instantly silenced the room, drawing the attention of countless gamblers.

His face also showed shock and anger, and his gaze towards the Zhuang family man became increasingly hostile.

"If you don't give me an explanation today, I'll skin you alive!" the man shouted, pointing the black stone at the Zhuang family man.

The gambling den was quiet for a moment before several thugs surrounded it.

A young boy who had been following the man had his hand on the short knife at his waist, his face expressionless.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

There was a lot of commotion in the casino. A thin man hurried over and saw the maid who was terrified.

She glanced at the still-angry man, but what she saw made her face instantly turn pale.

"You, you are Young Master Feng the Second?"

His eyes widened slightly, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Is this the rule of your Torch Gang?" Feng Shouzhou sneered, throwing the black stone in his hand directly at the supervisor's face. "You've dared to cheat on me!"

The supervisor shuddered, swallowed hard, and glared fiercely at the bewildered man from the dealer's house.

His face was plastered with a fawning smile again. "Second Young Master Feng, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstand?"

"I was just looking for some entertainment, is this how your Torch Gang treats its guests?"

"I....

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"What do you mean, 'you'? You'd better give me an explanation for what happened today, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

Feng Shouzhuo's face was icy cold. After snorting, he turned and left without waiting for his supervisor to try to stop him.

The crowd was left in shock, and the bewildered man who ran the business was completely at a loss.

After leaving the casino.

Feng Shouzhuo's expression immediately relaxed.

"Xiao Gu, how was my acting? Not bad, right?"

Gu Chong remained silent, but nodded quietly.

However, since he was walking behind him, Feng Shouzhou obviously didn't see him.

"Are you mute? I'm asking you a question."

Gu Chong pursed his lips and uttered two words, "Very good."

"That's more like it." Feng Shouzhuo looked satisfied after receiving the boy's praise.

Then, as he walked toward the restaurant, he said to himself, "Little Gu, Uncle Zheng and Xiao Han have both told me about your family's affairs. Let me be frank, I don't have that much ability."

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"The Torch Gang is quite powerful. Its leader is a Blood Burner, and its three hall masters are all formidable figures who have achieved mastery of body refinement."

He stopped in his tracks and continued, "The Third Master you killed was the adopted son of their former gang leader. He was very strong, a master like my father."

"So, I can only help you vent your anger. As for extinguishing the entire Torch Gang, don't even think about it."

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Gu Chong's expression remained unchanged, as if he had anticipated these words.

"It's all up to the Second Young Master's arrangements," he said in a low voice.

Feng Shouzhou patted him on the shoulder, "However, I can help you extort some money from them."

"Since you entrusted this matter to me, I will definitely be able to give you an explanation." Feng Shouzhou gave him a reassuring smile.

"Walk."

After saying that, Feng Shouzhou ignored Gu Chong behind him and walked straight across the street to a restaurant.

The restaurant has three floors. Its decoration style is not as good as Fengji's shops, but it has the advantage of large portions and rich flavor.

"Sir, what would you like to eat?"

Upon entering, one sees a large number of martial arts patrons and drinkers on the first floor, with all the tables and chairs occupied.

Five or six waiters and waitresses, each carrying a wooden tray and sipping their food, approached with a smile.

However, Feng Shouzhou ignored him and gently pushed him away.

My gaze fell on a wooden table near the second-floor staircase.

An elderly man with a long beard, dressed in a gray robe, had a gavel placed in front of him.

slap~

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we are going to talk about the first chapter of the True Dragon Chronicle, the Yellow Dragon Immortal's First Descend to the Mortal Realm. It is said that the Yellow Dragon Immortal was a god who was patrolling the palace in front of the emperor eight hundred years ago. However, he accidentally broke a glass cup, 'Crack!'"

The old man slammed his gavel.

A melodious voice narrated the story, instantly attracting the attention of many drinkers.

Feng Shouzhuo stood and listened for a while, but the more he listened, the more uncomfortable he felt.

The old man was talking about the Legend of the True Dragon, but it was actually still that messy affair of the Ganlin Grand Sacrifice.

Incidentally, he also made his elder brother his disciple and a student of the Dao.

hiss~

Thinking about it carefully, it all makes sense. The Yellow Dragon Immortal and his grandson are in the Feng family.

Although it wasn't as mystical as the storyteller described, his skill in flying hats truly deserved the title of "old immortal."

Thinking of this, Feng Shouzhuo also felt a surge of interest in the extraordinary techniques of Master Huanglong.

However, these past two days, Jiaojiao has been running around the mansion every day, saying that wearing the iron helmet for too long makes her neck hurt, and she just won't practice no matter what, which is making her so worried that she's almost lost all her hair.

slap~

Another gavel rang out.

Feng Shouzhuo suppressed his thoughts and took out a piece of paper that he had written down earlier from his chest.

He beckoned to Gu Chong, who came over, and instructed him, "Go, give this to him, and give him ten taels of silver."

Gu Chong took it, nodded, and then walked towards the old storyteller.

The old man was speaking with great enthusiasm when he was suddenly interrupted, and he looked somewhat displeased.

But when Gu Chong handed over the silver, he was instantly delighted.

He glanced down at the small print on the page, understood it all, then coughed twice to clear his throat.

The gavel strikes again.

"But then again, Huanglong Zhenren is ultimately a divine being, far removed from us."

Everyone was listening with great interest; seven or eight out of ten people on the first floor were captivated by the storytelling.

Many martial artists and ordinary people from other places slowed down their eating pace, just so they could listen a little longer.

Upon hearing this, he instantly became somewhat displeased.

Before anything could happen, the storyteller's voice continued: "Let's talk about the ten gangs, seven factions, and three associations in Qingyan City, so that those of you who are new to make a living here won't be unaware of the rules of the city."

So he began to arrange it.

"First of all, there's the Torch Gang. As for the Torch Gang, you may not know much about it."

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