The news of the Five Poisons Cult’s return to the Jianghu had swept through the martial arts world in an extremely short amount of time.
It was as if the Five Poisons Cult had already spent a massive amount of public relations budget to hype their comeback; a name that hadn’t been mentioned for who knows how many years suddenly popped up, and instantly countless experts emerged, discussing the past and present of the Five Poisons Cult. They narrated how the cult had once dominated the southern borders and how it had caused the heroes of Jianghan to tremble in fear... Anyone who claimed they had never heard the illustrious name of the Five Poisons Cult would be too embarrassed to greet others outside!
Even the bunch of old codgers at Yuelai Inn, who had long retired from the Jianghu scene, caught wind of this insidious influence. During that period, the old codgers frequently debated the impact of the Five Poisons Cult’s resurgence on the current martial arts situation, and whether the Five Poisons Cult or the White Lotus Sect, the two great southern powers, new and old, were stronger or weaker, and so on. The debates were sharp and intense, with faces turning red and spit flying. If it weren’t for the concern about the deity behind the counter, the tables and chairs in the inn could have been replaced twice over.
That period had Zhao Cha beside himself with joy... so much gossip, and he just couldn’t get enough, literally couldn’t finish it all!
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Some say that all male gatherings forever revolve around two topics: the risqué and political affairs.
Yang Ge firmly agreed.
He didn’t care whether or not the Five Poisons Cult really made a comeback to the Jianghu.
He was just worried that if the Five Poisons Cult and the White Lotus Sect started fighting, it might affect the chili seeds that Older Brother Zhang had someone get for him.
Whether the Five Poisons Cult lived or died was a small matter.
Whether he could eat a genuine Sichuan and Chongqing sour fish next year was a big matter!
And don’t forget Mao Blood Wang, spicy chicken, boiled meat slices, couple’s lung slices, hotpot, and even pickles!
With chili, the soulful seasoning, all those numbing and spicy Sichuan dishes he imagined would come to life!
"Slurp!"
Yang Ge swallowed a mouthful of saliva, put down the noisy paper full of tiny scribbles in his hand, and casually looked at Wei Xin in front of him, who was holding a white fan from Qingmu Hall of Ming Sect: "You just said, what technique did your Incense Master use to kill that troublemaking Five Poisons Cult expert?"
Wei Xin, with his back sagged and a smile plastered over his face, was momentarily stunned upon hearing this and seemed somewhat unable to understand why this master was focused on such an inconsequential issue, despite his lengthy monologue.
However, he promptly responded, "Replying to Second Master, our Incense Master used a technique he has recently comprehended called ’Eight Swords Ascend,’ where eight swords circle around as they rise and merge into one as they strike, with Sword Qi traversing fiercely, and flames surging powerfully—it’s truly a peerless and marvelous sword technique!"
"Eight Swords Ascend?"
Yang Ge couldn’t help laughing. The name made him think of a certain teenager who believed that there were no more than three people in the world who could beat him, yet he picked an opponent who wouldn’t hesitate to finish him off. With a light chuckle, he said, "Go back and tell your Incense Master to change the name of that technique; it’s not very lucky. And tell him not to be so stubborn in the future, to fight when he can and flee when he cannot. If there’s really no other way, send me a message. I’ll find him a backer. He mustn’t mimic those naive teenagers who knowingly go to Tiger Mountain – that’s not Yang Shiqi’s style."
"Ah?"
Wei Xin was completely baffled, utterly unable to follow Yang Ge’s train of thought. How did he draw so many conclusions from just the name of a sword technique?
Yang Ge straightened his face: "Did you get that clear?"
Wei Xin was startled into quick agreement, nodding his head vigorously: "Clear, very clear. As soon as I return, I’ll ask the Incense Master to change the name of the technique, and I’ll also advise him to think carefully before acting in the future, that the son of a thousand gold coins shouldn’t sit on the edge... and to seek your help when he can’t win."
Yang Ge’s expression softened, and he said with a smile: "That sounds more reasonable. Have you had your meal yet? Go inside and find a spot to have some tea and rest for a while. Once I’m done with this busy period, I’ll fry a couple of side dishes and bring them over for you."
Wei Xin hurriedly waved his hands: "I wouldn’t dare trouble you, Second Master, I wouldn’t dare. I’ll just sit for a while and settle for a sip before leaving."
Yang Ge said with a smile: "No trouble at all, you’ve come from far away, and I must personally see to the hospitality... Miaomiao, come and welcome the guest."
"Coming!"
Zhao Miao, with an apron tied around her waist, dashed out like a gust of wind, her face beaming with a smile as she gestured to Wei Xin: "Esteemed guest, please follow me..."
Wei Xin secretly swallowed, shifted his feet slightly, and couldn’t help but bow again: "Second Master, don’t mind my being outspoken, but the Five Poisons Cult is famously known for their mastery of poison with ’Heavenly One Divine Water’ having once made countless top-notch masters pale in horror. You, of course, are high above such petty tricks, but as they say, open spears are easily dodged, hidden arrows hard to defend against. Please don’t use the heart of a gentleman to measure the belly of a scoundrel!"
Yang Ge, smiling, returned the salute: "Thanks for the reminder, I’ll keep it in mind."
Seeing that he took his advice seriously, Wei Xin felt somewhat relieved: "Glad that you don’t find me too talkative."
Yang Ge gestured invitingly into the hall: "Not at all... go ahead, have some tea to refresh yourself. Miaomiao, brew a pot of my tea to send over."
Zhao Cha replied, glancing at Wei Xin in surprise.
The two headed upstairs, one after the other.
Just then, a large convoy gradually stopped outside the inn, led by a dark-skinned, rough, burly man. After halting the convoy, he strode into the inn, his wild gaze sweeping around before he frowned slightly at the noisy and quarrelsome scene. Then he braced himself and bellowed with a stiff salute, "May I ask which one of you is ’Manifested Saint’ Yang Ge? I’m Wu He, Hall Master of the Heavenly Dragon Hall of the Five Poisons Cult, and I’m here to see you."