The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Chen Gou's words hit the nail on the head.

The Axe Gang was able to suppress the vast impoverished district of Baiyun City, and make dozens of gangs, large and small, pay tribute to it.

It's not just because they have connections in higher positions.

Also, because their superiors gave them some resources.

In this era, there seems to be an insurmountable chasm between the rich and the poor.

The resources of Lingwu are firmly in the hands of the upper class.

Don't be fooled by the fact that martial arts and techniques are just words and can be easily spread through the internet.

Actually it is not.

People who do this will have their entire clan wiped out, and all their records will be completely deleted.

Over time, people at the bottom lose access to resources and dare not overstep the boundaries.

However, it is quite normal for the upper echelons to occasionally spit out some scraps to achieve certain goals.

For example, the Axe Gang.

The fact that the three hall masters used three different weapons means that their gang had at least three corresponding types of martial arts.

even more.

Since martial arts skills were in dire need, Song Feng decided to take advantage of the Axe Gang's leaderlessness and internal turmoil to help them check their inventory.

……

late at night.

In the heart of a poor neighborhood in Baiyun City, on an abandoned old square, the sound of weeping was deafening.

"Third Master! You died a horrible death! Your body was split in two, cleaved from top to bottom, oh dear!!"

"Second Master! You died such a terrible death! There was such a huge hole! I could have stuffed my head in it! Ouch!!"

"Master! You died a terrible death! Only half of your body remains, and the other half is mangled and unusable!! Oh dear!!"

"Boss! You died the worst death ever! Your body is so mangled you can't even be pieced back together! You could use it to make sausages! Ouch!!"

"Boss! What will happen to the brothers if you die! Take me with you! Waaaaah!!"

All the members of the Axe Gang were dressed in mourning clothes, all in white, and knelt on the ground wailing.

There were four corpses in front of them, each one more difficult to recognize than the last.

Around the crudely made mourning hall, a group of followers were scattering paper money, creating a strong atmosphere.

"Alright! Stop crying, all of you! You weren't enthusiastic when fighting, and now you're wailing about the gang leader's death! Are you mourning the gang leader? Are you afraid that now that there are no strong fighters in the gang, these dozens of gangs in this area will devour us alive?"

A middle-aged man with a scar on his face stepped forward, walked to the mutilated corpses, and patted the gang leader's broken coffin.

"Scarface Wang! The gang leader's body is barely cold, what are you doing spouting these sarcastic remarks!"

Wang Daoba picked up a cigarette butt from the ground, reached into the basin of burning paper money, and then took a puff.

"Cry, cry, cry! You've been crying from dusk till dawn, do you think you can bring the old gang leader back to life? What we need to do now is elect a new gang leader and hall masters to inherit their skills and martial arts!"

The crying gradually subsided.

If you want to talk about who will be the gang leader and hall master, then we won't be sad anymore.

"Scarface Wang, our Axe Gang can't be without a leader. I see you have a lot of guts, why don't you become the gang leader!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

"You're the one! You're the one!"

Wang Daoba smiled smugly; these people were naturally people he had arranged to be taken care of.

Wang Daoba raised his hand and gestured around, his official tone coming on.

"The fact that our old leader cultivated to the level of a Primordial Spiritual Warrior is the key factor that enabled our Axe Gang to dominate the poor areas of Baiyun City."

In addition, we have more martial arts techniques than other gangs.

Now that the old gang leader and the three hall masters are all dead, we must pull ourselves together as soon as possible and make up for this shortcoming!

I am not very talented, but I have now reached the fourth level of the Acquired Realm.

Moreover, I have found the innate cultivation technique that the gang leader practiced in his safe. I believe that it won't be long before I can also become an innate spiritual martial artist!

Since everyone is so kind to me, I'll reluctantly accept the position of gang leader!

These words silenced the entire room.

Reaching the Innate Realm through cultivation doesn't mean that having a cultivation technique guarantees success.

Even if everything goes smoothly, who knows how long you'll need to cultivate?

The Axe Gang will be gone by then.

Immediately, some people disagreed and spoke out.

"Scarface Wang! Who gave you permission to touch the old gang leader's belongings! Hand over the martial arts manual now!"

"My aptitude is better than yours, so I'll practice the Innate Skill!"

"Get out of my way, all of you! I met a beggar when I was eight years old, and he said I had extraordinary talent and was a martial arts prodigy! What I lack now is a martial arts manual!"

The benefits of joining the Axe Gang are not just that you can act like a tyrant and live a more comfortable life than the poor.

Most importantly, one must be able to obtain the cultivation techniques.

However, the cultivation techniques practiced by ordinary members of the gang were quite low-level, probably not even as good as the "Mysterious Qi Technique" that Song Feng found.

The techniques and martial arts cultivated by the hall masters and gang leaders are of a higher quality.

This means that they can improve their cultivation level faster and become stronger in combat.

Only in this way can they become gang leaders and hall masters.

Otherwise, if the people below cannot be controlled, there will be rebellions every day.

The debate over who should be the leader and who should cultivate the innate martial arts technique quickly escalated from verbal arguments to physical debates.

The Axe Gang is now fighting amongst themselves.

Most of these people are beginners in spiritual martial arts, with the highest level not exceeding the fourth stage of the acquired realm, and most of them have not mastered any martial arts.

So when they fought, it was just a bunch of noobs pecking at each other, hacking at each other with axes, not much different from street brawls.

Song Feng, who was hiding outside the square, watched the whole thing unfold.

When he saw Wang Daoba, his brows furrowed slightly.

"I know this person."

Huozi stood to the side and asked.

"You were also in the Axe Gang? I don't remember that..."

"No, fifteen years ago, my parents died in a gang war, but I saw it clearly. They could have escaped, but they were both grabbed by someone and used as shields, and eventually died from their injuries."

"Is this the scarred guy?"

"It's the person this scarred-face guy wants to kill."

"Let me see..."

Huo Zi Ge began reading his memories, focusing on this particular section, and found that it was indeed as Song Feng had said.

In that chaotic battle, Scarface, wielding a large machete, slaughtered his way through the thugs. At that time, Scarface was still very young and did not have a scar on his face.

There was a bald guy on the other side, being chased and hacked at by Scarface Wang.

The bald man couldn't beat Scarface Wang, so he kept using passersby as shields.

Song Feng's parents unfortunately suffered misfortune.

"If a fight breaks out later, we must spare this scarred man's life. I want to avenge them!"

Huozi glanced at Song Feng, feeling quite gratified.

These old and new thieves are not cowards; when it comes to being tough, they are not hesitant.

After saying this, Song Feng released all his clones and headed straight for the center of the battle.

More than thirty clones dressed in bandit outfits rushed forward, howling and screaming.

As they charged, they disarmed the axe gang members, snatching their axes to use as their own weapons.

Fire Brother flew through the night sky, illuminating the entire square.

The Axe Gang members, who were in the middle of a fierce fight, all stopped what they were doing and looked up.

Upon seeing Brother Huo's signature flames, everyone was terrified and their souls nearly left their bodies.

"It's that madman from last night!"

"He's the one who killed the gang leader and the hall master! This man's skill level is unfathomable!"

"What the hell are you talking about? Let's run! They're here to eliminate us completely, I know!"