Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World-Chapter 165 - 112 Reactions from All Sides! First-level Serpent’s Breath!_2

Chapter 165: Chapter 112 Reactions from All Sides! First-level Serpent’s Breath!_2

He does not intend to completely give up the role of a hired sword. Although he temporarily doesn’t lack silver coins now, having multiple sources of income is always good. Besides, the rewards for hired sword missions aren’t just money; there’s also martial arts and pills. If there’s a mission rewarding the Blood Strengthening Pill, Gu Sheng might just take action.

Besides.

The effect of the first-level Snake Breath also includes enhancing one’s aura, according to that stall owner. The Snake Breath Skill is a cultivation technique established by strong individuals observing demon snakes. After mastering its special effects, Gu Sheng can exponentially magnify his aura, similar to a demon snake.

In certain situations, it might be used to put on a facade as a Bone Refining Realm expert.

The magnitude of this aura is not at all inferior to Liu Yuanhu when he witnessed him that day.

"Afterward, only the Flying Thunder Leg and Golden Body Skill remain, two martial arts that need to be diligently cultivated, and in addition, the daily Strengthening Blood Powder baths. Now that money isn’t an issue, increase the dosage heavily!"

Gu Sheng decided.

Next, work hard to quickly raise his cultivation to the Blood Refining Realm Perfect level. By then, his combat strength should hopefully reach the Bone Refining Realm level.

That is when one truly takes the initiative.

A Bone Refining Realm combat strength hidden in the shadows is enough to stir up some turbulence.

However, in the coming days, he still needs to pay attention to the movements of the Black Sand Gang and Liu Yuanhu. Even after killing Han Lu, it will take several days for the matter to intensify.

...

Black Sand Gang.

Zhao Honglie was discussing matters with a large, burly man. Although the man was respectful, he was visibly different from the other members of the Black Sand Gang.

"Brother Wang Chong, how’s the contact with the Holy Sect going?"

Zhao Honglie looked expectantly at the big man.

This man was none other than Wang Chong, the rebel from Yun Province who once escaped from Gu Jingang’s hands.

After escaping alive, he initially intended to bide his time secretly for a chance to retaliate against Gu’s Manor, but his misfortune led him into the hands of the Black Sand Gang. Zhao Honglie, being meticulous, noticed his uniqueness and kept him locked in a dark room.

Wang Chong should have been killed right away.

However, Wang Chong revealed that he could contact the Worshiping Fire Sect, so Zhao Honglie kept him alive.

When the pressure from Liu Yuanhu became too great, especially after the black market auction massacre, Zhao Honglie finally released Wang Chong.

With Wang Chong’s help, they made contact with a hidden group of rebels.

The rebels who attacked White Stone Town previously were from this group, not members of the Black Sand Gang; otherwise, Liu Yuanhu would have recognized them long ago.

But the interfacing with the Worshiping Fire Sect didn’t go particularly smoothly.

Upon hearing Zhao Honglie’s question, Wang Chong’s heart tightened. He had suffered under Zhao Honglie’s hand before and knew that, despite the man’s appearance as a friendly tiger, kindness was only extended while he remained useful. If he couldn’t demonstrate value, his fate would be dire.

"Gang Leader, I am already making every effort to contact them. In the shortest, one month’s time, I should be able to..."

"Half a month, I’ll give you no more than half a month!"

Zhao Honglie stared intently at Wang Chong.

The oppressive aura caused cold sweat to appear on Wang Chong’s forehead.

"The obstacles we’ve created for Liu Yuanhu will eventually be cleared away. By then, once he removes the title of acting magistrate, he can receive rightful support from Red Cloud Prefecture. There might even be Red Cloud Guards sent here. Even if they don’t have Marrow Refining Realm experts, more Bone Refining Realm ones alone would be hard for us to handle."

"You know the consequences. Even if I spare you, Liu Yuanhu won’t spare a single one of the Black Sand Gang members."

Wang Chong couldn’t help swallowing his saliva, feeling a tingling scalp, and solemnly replied:

"Don’t worry, Gang Leader. Give me half a month, and I will surely make contact with the Holy Sect. Once they know of your intention to surrender, they will definitely send sect experts to aid us!"

"Good."

Zhao Honglie glanced at Wang Chong again, finally offering a toothy smile. Instead of feeling relieved, Wang Chong felt his body tense even more.

He knew this was Zhao Honglie’s final deadline for him.

If he couldn’t accomplish it by then, his outcome might be worse than death.

He was about to take his leave.

Urgent calls came from outside the door:

"Gang Leader, something major has happened!"

Wang Chong’s heart tightened again, hastily bowing and retreating. Zhao Honglie’s voice was emotionless:

"Come in and speak!"

Then Wang Chong heard an incredulous roar:

"What did you say?!"

He no longer dared to listen and hurriedly walked farther away.

Zhao Honglie’s eyes widened, fiercely staring at the gang member in front of him.

"Did you just say Han Lu is dead?!"

That gang member, feeling the storm-like aura, couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

"Gang Leader, Brother Zhang, who went with Deputy Gang Leader Han, just returned to the gang and witnessed it himself. A butcher, a hired sword under Liu Yuanhu, slaughtered Deputy Gang Leader Han and all our remaining brothers single-handedly!"

This member spoke with an uncontrollable sadness.

"Where’s the survivor? Have him come see me!"

Zhao Honglie took a deep breath, barely managing to calm his grief and anger.

"Reported to the Gang Leader... Brother Zhang, he... he is already dead. He was severely injured, barely made it back to the gang to tell us what happened, and then he passed away..."

Zhao Honglie couldn’t help but close his eyes, collapsing onto the tiger skin-draped master chair.

"The Butcher... Liu Yuanhu..."

"Damn! Damn you all!"

He roared in anger, his voice echoing through the hall, causing the rest of the gang, unaware of what happened, to tremble with fear one by one.

"Ah Lu..."

Zhao Honglie thought of Han Lu, his eyes slightly reddened.

Han Lu saved him from a fatal blow and had grown up with him since childhood. They became fugitives together and eventually had a chance, gradually reaching where they were today. Otherwise, given Han Lu’s cultivation of a Small Success Blood Refining Realm, he would at most barely serve as a hall master.