What’s truly amazing is that his True Qi of the Geng Metal, which was condensed from the overbearing aura accumulated by the Cold Moon Blade throughout its journey across the martial world for a hundred years, has become so integrated with the Cold Moon Blade that they are like twin beings born from the same body. As Yang Ge’s Geng Metal True Qi grew stronger, it could nourish the Cold Moon Blade, and the overbearing aura amassed by the blade’s slaughter would, in turn, refine Yang Ge’s Geng Metal True Qi.
What’s cooler is that now Yang Ge has established this resonant connection with the Cold Moon Blade through his Geng Metal True Qi, he could control the blade with a simple manipulation of his own True Qi.
For instance, if he wants to show off in the future and shouts "Blade, come to me!", he no longer needs someone else to cooperate with him.
He can completely vibrate his own True Qi to attract the Cold Moon Blade to automatically unsheathe itself and fall into his palm.
In a fight, if he throws out the Cold Moon Blade, he can also control his True Qi to retract it back into his grasp.
Yang Ge felt that once he gained a more delicate control over his own True Qi, he would probably be able to remotely control the Cold Moon Blade to perform complex maneuvers like a boomerang.
Just thinking about the scene where the enemies see him throw the blade and charge at him thinking they have an opening, only to be struck from behind by the returning blade... So cool!
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On the sixth day, the riverboat docked at a wharf to unload cargo.
Yang Ge was focused on cultivating his Inner Strength and had no plans to step out for a breath of fresh air.
However, once the riverboat docked, it stayed for a whole day and night, with no signs of moving again.
Yang Ge, puzzled, came out of his cabin and found the boatmaster sighing at the bow and inquired about the situation...
The boatmaster was a dusky-skinned, robust middle-aged man; as a seasoned river-hand who had been running up and down the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, he knew the weight of the words "Lianhuan Fort" better than anyone else. Following the many instructions from Wu Eryong, he had been extremely respectful towards Yang Ge throughout the journey, ensuring that meals were personally delivered to Yang Ge’s cabin door whether he ate them or not.
Despite his immense frustration at the current situation, when faced with Yang Ge’s inquiries, the boatmaster still replied respectfully, "Yanzu, it’s not that we don’t want to move, but we simply can’t go anywhere!"
Yang Ge surveyed the dense mass of boats blocking the river as far as the eye could see and responded, "I told you there’s no need for formalities, just call me Xiao Wu... Is there a problem downstream that’s causing this blockade? Why are we all stuck here?"
The boatmaster let out a heavy sigh, his weathered face showing his anxiousness, "There’s no problem with the river itself, the flood season just passed, it’s actually the best time to travel... "
Yang Ge’s brows knitted together slightly, "Then what is this?"
The boatmaster scratched his head with a worried frown, "Some group of ’river-crossing dragons’ came from who knows where downstream, blocked the channel with iron chains and boats, and started collecting cargo fees and head taxes from the passing ships. A few traders whose cargo deadlines were approaching pooled some money to negotiate with them, but they deemed it too little. They not only killed those folks but also set their boats on fire, destroying the livelihood of several generations in the process."
’River-crossing dragons, huh?’
Yang Ge let out a soft sigh and asked quietly, "When did this happen?"
He didn’t ask why Lianhuan Fort hadn’t intervened.
He could figure out with his toes that this incident was targeted at Lianhuan Fort!
This is the aftermath of Li Jincheng’s father’s reputation on the heroes’ list...
The boatmaster, not overthinking it, answered, "They say it started four nights ago..."
"Four days ago?"
Yang Ge thought about how he had received Yang Tiansheng’s letter and decided to head south on short notice.
From the day he left Lu Ting until now, a total of seven days had passed, even if Wu Eryong’s news reached Lianhuan Fort before him, it definitely would have been after those people showed up.
So this incident was truly a coincidence for him to encounter.
But it’s been four days and Lianhuan Fort still hasn’t responded, revealing two issues.
The first, Li Jincheng’s father’s situation, was indeed as the rumors on the martial world suggested.
The second, the group of people have significant power...
’Iron chains across the river? Whose brilliant idea was this? Damn creative!’
Yang Ge mentally remarked, though he continued to ask nonchalantly, "Are those people close to here?"
The boatmaster shook his head, "Who would dare to get close to those ruthless people? They’re about forty or fifty li away!"
Yang Ge glanced at the evening sky and cheerfully clasped his hands towards the boatmaster, "Then I’ll go back inside to rest... Oh, if the boat can move tomorrow morning, please tie a red scarf to the sail for me."
He was very gentle in demeanor and polite in speech.
But the boatmaster still remembered how deferentially Wu Eryong had personally escorted Yang Ge on board, and he did not dare to be negligent or ask further questions, only responding with a fist salute, "I shall remember the instructions of Yanzu."
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Yang Ge smiled and clasped his hands in return, then leisurely walked back to the cabin, donned his bamboo hat, picked up the Cold Moon Blade, and then released his senses to quietly feel out the surroundings. Once he was sure no one was around, he locked up his cabin, swiftly swept out of the riverboat, leaped to the shore with a somersault, and raced downstream along the riverbank at full speed.
Before the sky had completely darkened, he saw the iron-anchored boats that the boatmaster had mentioned.
What a sight, a dozen or so flat-bottomed riverboats were strung from bow to stern across the river, perfectly blocking the thirty-zhang wide river...
That blatant hostility was practically slapping Lianhuan Fort in the face!
After spotting the iron-anchored boats, Yang Ge slowed his pace, observing the vessels as he approached, trying to spot any identifiers that could reveal the origin of the group.