Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

Two days later, the remaining members of the Sanhu Gang in Bailongze returned.

However, their returning ranks did not include their leader and most of their powerful elite troops.

The gang members who remained on the water to provide backup waited for two whole days in the southern part of Bailongze, but there was no movement underwater.

But the remaining people didn't dare to go deep into the waters of Bailongze to take a look, because none of the twenty-two people who went down, plus the deputy gang leader Qian Yue, who were all powerful, had surfaced.

At first, they thought the gang leader was fighting the giant snake underwater, and that it was normal for it to take a long time.

The first day passed, and no one came up.

The next day passed, and still no one was there.

On the morning of the third day, a few pieces of cloth floated on the dark surface of the "Black Water Vortex" in Bailongze.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the clothes of the expert who had gone into the water before.

The men on the boat were trembling as they scooped up the rags.

They finally confirmed it after seeing the pieces of clothing.

Chen Tao, the leader of the Sanhu Gang, Qian Yue, the deputy leader, and twenty-two elite gang members.

They were all wiped out.

The news was leaked by the Three Lakes Gang members themselves after they returned to Whitefish City.

After returning to the city, the group was completely disoriented. Some got drunk and cried loudly in the tavern, while others went to their friends to discuss their future.

With so many mouths, if even one of them lets loose, the news will spread like wildfire.

In less than half a day, the entire White Fish City was in an uproar.

"The leader of the Three Lakes Gang died in White Dragon Marsh?"

"I heard that the gang leader is at the second level of perfect internal energy cultivation. What could possibly kill him?"

"You don't know that. I heard from others that the leader's true strength is at the third level of internal energy. His second level strength is just an external disguise."

"I heard they took more than twenty people down with them, but none of them came back."

The annihilation of a force of this magnitude has been unseen in White Fish City for many years.

In teahouses, taverns, and on the streets, martial artists gathered together to discuss the matter.

Some say they encountered a powerful figure lurking in the deep waters, others say they stepped on the hidden hand of a cult, but there are all sorts of opinions, none of which have any concrete evidence.

Until a quick-thinking lone wolf warrior connected two recent major incidents in the city.

"Have you forgotten? Three days ago, the new director of the Sky Patrol returned from Bailongze covered in blood!"

"Do you think it could be...?"

The martial artist's words caused a brief silence in the surrounding restaurants, followed by a burst of heated discussion:

"you mean……"

"The timing matches, the location matches, one was seriously injured, and the other died."

"Damn, those two are fighting in White Dragon Marsh?"

After the news spread, most people in the city tended to believe this guess.

Because the more I think about it, the more reasonable it seems.

In recent years, the Sanhu Gang has been fearless in Bailongze, except for other major forces, but there have been no reports of injuries to other major forces.

The fact that the newly appointed Director of the Sky Patrol went to that area of ​​water shortly after taking office and was seriously injured upon his return clearly indicates that the two sides clashed and a battle broke out.

As a result, the Director General of the Sky Survey won, but it wasn't an easy victory.

Chen Tao died, and all twenty-odd experts in the gang perished in that body of water.

Yi Yang returned alive, but he was seriously injured and bled all the way back.

After confirming the truth of the matter, the warriors of White Fish City began to discuss Yi Yang's strength again:

"That old man is really ruthless. He actually wiped out all the high-end combat forces of the Three Lakes Gang by himself."

"But he himself was also seriously injured, otherwise why would he be hiding inside the Sky Patrol Office and not coming out?"

"If I were to take down Chen Tao one-on-one, even if I were injured, my strength would still be terrifying enough."

The warriors of White Fish City sighed with a mixture of awe and relief.

The awe stemmed from the fact that Yi Yang's combat strength was indeed formidable.

I'm glad I'm not in the Sanhu Gang. Now the Sanhu Gang is in disarray, and I don't know if it can even survive these next few days.

Although this is roughly how things went, no one in White Fish City knows the truth.

The truth is that Yi Yang killed Chen Tao in no more than two breaths.

What truly wounded Yi Yang was Qin Wuli, a subordinate of the Nine Evil Cult's leader, who was underwater.

But the people of White Fish City don't know these things, nor do they need to know them.

All they saw was a seriously injured director and a leaderless group of the Three Lakes Gang.

This is enough.

That's enough for them to do a lot of things.

……

The night after the news broke.

In the southeast corner of White Fish City, there is an elegant villa owned by the Mo family.

The courtyard gate was tightly closed, there were no lanterns hanging at the entrance, and even the gatekeepers had been sent away.

But the main hall in the courtyard was brightly lit, with five chairs arranged around a round table, on which were placed fruit platters and tea, but no wine.

When discussing serious matters, no one drinks.

The current head of the Wei family, Wei Zhao, sat in the first chair to the left of the main seat, slowly sipping his tea.

Mo Qianhe, the patriarch of the Mo family, sat in the main seat. The old man was in his early seventies, and most of his hair was white, but his eyes were still bright.

His cultivation level was at the third level of perfect inner energy, the same level as the deceased Chen Tao. In terms of strength in White Fish City, he ranked among the top three.

Zhou Xiong, the leader of the Green Snake Gang, leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and popped a candied fruit into his mouth.

The man was forty-seven or forty-eight years old, robust in build, with a thick beard covering half his face, and a string of bone beads hanging around his neck.

Song Liangcheng sat opposite Wei Zhao, his teacup untouched.

The White Fish Merchant Guild representative didn't come; they sent a manager to wait outside. Their meaning was clear: I would participate in the money distribution, but I wouldn't go in for this kind of occasion.

"Alright."

Mo Qianhe put down his teacup, and his aged voice rang out in the hall: "Everyone's here, let's get down to business."

He glanced around at the people present.

"Chen Tao is dead, and the Sanhu Gang is leaderless. His shops in the city, the docks, and the three waterways in the southern region combined bring in no less than 150,000 taels a year."

"How should we divide this piece of meat?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xiong spat the candied fruit pits onto the table and chuckled, saying:

"Old Master Mo, you are too kind to ask. My meaning is very simple—the Green Snake Gang will take half of the Three Lakes Gang's territory."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhao paused for a moment in his teacup.

Song Liangcheng, who was standing to the side, also raised his eyelids slightly.

Mo Qianhe remained silent, waiting for Zhou Xiong to finish uttering his fart.

Zhou Xiong tilted his head, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth as he grinned:

"I know you want to ask, on what grounds?"

"Our Green Snake Gang has the appetite for that. And—that Director Yi of the Sky Patrol Division, he's seriously injured, holed up in his room recovering and won't go out; he's practically a cripple now."

He tapped his thick fingers twice on the table, looked around, and said:

"You may fear him, but I don't. If Yi Yang can kill Chen Tao, why can't I, Zhou Xiong, kill him? I possess the third level of internal energy, while he's just a heavily injured old man..."

"Shut up, you water snake! If you're going to die, don't drag us down with you!"

At this moment, Song Liangcheng spoke up.

His voice wasn't loud, but the hall fell silent.

Zhou Xiong's smile froze on his face. He turned his head and looked at Song Liangcheng, asking angrily, word by word:

"Chief Song, what do you mean by this?"

Song Liangcheng didn't look at him, picked up the teacup in front of him, took a sip, put it down, and said:

Are you truly unafraid of death, or are you just pretending?

The previous Director Su was assassinated, and the Youquan Division of Suining Prefecture sent Yi Yang, who had reached the third level of internal energy.

"If you kill Yi Yang again, have you thought about what level of person will be next?"

These words caused Zhou Xiong's expression to change.

Song Liangcheng continued:

"True Qi Realm. The next one to come will definitely be a big shot in the True Qi Realm. At that time, not to mention your Green Snake Gang, all of you here combined won't be enough to withstand a single slap from him."

"You, Zhou Xiong, can show off if you want, but don't drag us all down with you."

The hall fell silent for a few more moments.

Zhou Xiong's face flushed red and then turned pale, and he clenched his fist tightly over the candied fruit.

He wanted to retort with a curse, but what Song Liangcheng said was true. If a True Qi Realm expert were to descend, all the forces in White Fish City would have to kneel and obey orders.

At this moment, Wei Zhao, who had been silent until now, put down his teacup, smiled, and said:

"Chief Song is right. Yi Yang cannot die, at least not at our hands."

Mo Qianhe nodded in agreement.

Seeing that the others agreed, Zhou Xiong's face turned extremely ugly, and after a long while, he finally snorted and said:

"So you mean you're just going to leave the Three Lakes Gang like this, doing nothing?"

"Who said it's immobile?"

Wei Zhao twirled the lid of the teacup with his fingers and said slowly, "We should eat meat, but we shouldn't kill people to eat it."

Chen Tao is dead, the Sanhu Gang has lost its leader, and those dock shops are now ownerless. We can take them over using our own methods.

He looked up at Zhou Xiong.

"As for the Sky Patrol Division, Yi Yang is still recovering from serious injuries and cannot manage matters in the city for the time being."

The tribute money that various families had been giving him and the annual tribute money to the Celestial Inspection Bureau could be temporarily suspended.

"Let's talk about it after he recovers from his injury."

Mo Qianhe continued, "..."

"Patriarch Wei is right. The benefits the Sky Patrol Division has received in White Fish City over the years were only given because there was a director in charge. Now that director is half-dead, what face does he have to continue accepting them?"

"The Three Lakes Gang's assets will be divided equally among the Wei family, the Mo family, the Green Snake Gang, and the Shallow Water Gang. The White Fish Merchant Guild will simply sell the stolen goods to them and give them a 10% share in return."

Upon hearing that the prize would be divided equally among the four families, Zhou Xiong's expression softened slightly, but he still insisted on taking more, saying:

"Equal distribution? On what basis? My Green Snake Gang has contributed the most, and we've been clashing with the Three Lakes Gang in the south for years—"

"Chief Zhou."

Wei Zhao interrupted him, his tone gentle, but his eyes were cold as he looked at the other man.

"Dividing it equally is being lenient with you. If you feel it's too little, you don't have to participate. Dividing it among three families is the same."

Zhou Xiong's lips moved, but he ultimately swallowed his words.

The phrase "the same applies to the division of three families" clearly conveys the message that one of the major powers in the city has already been destroyed, and if they don't know their place, these people won't mind destroying another one.

Finally, Mo Qianhe patted the table to set the tone.

"That's settled then. The Three Lakes Gang's assets will be divided among the four, and the Sky Patrol Bureau's tribute will be suspended. We'll see how things go once there's any movement from Yiyang."

He stood up, his hunched figure stretching long under the lamplight.

"Let's call it a day. Everyone should hurry back home. The Sanhu Gang is off guard right now, and it'll be difficult to deal with them once they come to their senses in a couple of days."

Everyone stood up.

Song Liangcheng walked at the very back. After leaving the courtyard, he paused for two steps and looked back at the main hall, where the lights were still on.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but it couldn't really be called a smile.

These people were still figuring out how to divide the corpses of the Sanhu Gang, but they didn't know whether the "seriously wounded" tiger was actually injured or not.

He thought of the letter he had sent out three days ago.

Yi Yang went to Bailongze because of his letter.

Chen Tao died.

Song Liangcheng wrapped his outer robe tightly around himself and stepped into the night.

……

The backyard of the Sky Patrol Office.

Candlelight shone through the paper windows, and the room was quiet.

Yi Yang sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly closed, his breathing long and steady.

The bandage on his left shoulder had been replaced, and the wound was healing incredibly fast. This morning he tried to raise his left arm; the bone had set, but the tendon was still a little damaged. With two more days of rest, he would be fully recovered.

The numbers on the panel were slowly ticking.

[Mind Monkey Guarding the Mind Technique - Still Image (Minor Success) 3740/26000]

The remaining medicinal power of the Orchid of the Water has finally been exhausted.

Yi Yang opened his eyes, his lips twitched, and he thought to himself:

It's been two days.

The news should have spread throughout the city by now.

Chen Tao, the leader of the Sanhu Gang, is dead.

Yi Yang, the director of the Sky Survey Office, was seriously injured.

With these two pieces of news overlapping, what will the people in White Fish City think?

Yi Yang knew all too well.

They would feel like they were useless.

They might feel that the Sky Patrol Division has no one to back it up.

They would feel it's a good time to take action.

Yi Yang stood up and walked to the window.

The moonlight outside the window fell into the courtyard, and the shadows of the trees swayed back and forth.

He clenched his left hand, and his knuckles cracked twice.

come on.

Let's wait until these people stretch out their hands and see who the prey is.

Please help me put away the things belonging to the Sanhu Gang, so I don't have to deal with them myself.