Dogshit: "Aren’t you just sending Second Master to Annan to eat scorpions?"
Flea: "Look, when Second Master comes back, whether we snitch on you or not will settle it all, meow!"
"I do want to say something..."
Shen Fa stamped his foot, crying out in frustration: "But did you see that he gave me a chance to speak? My mouth hadn’t even opened and he had already shot off a mile away. What could I say?"
All four turned their heads in unison, gazing once again in the direction where Yang Ge had gone, unable to bear the image of that scoundrel transforming into a streak of knife light and taking off.
...
Of course, Yang Ge wouldn’t be as rash and thoughtless as Shen Fa had imagined!
He had thought it through a while ago, to go to Hangzhou first and find Yang Tiansheng.
The Ming Sect had clashed with the Five Poisons Cult several rounds already, to say that the Ming Sect hadn’t figured out where the den of the Five Poisons Cult was would be seriously underestimating the century-old reputation of the Ming Sect!
And besides, seeking out a fight was such a joyous affair, how could he not invite a good friend to join in?
As for the way to Hangzhou...
Sheesh!
Who’s being underestimated here?
He might not know the way to other places, but when it comes to the route to Hangzhou, Yang Ge could find his way there from Lu Ting with his eyes closed!
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"Eh?"
As the light from his blade flickered, Yang Ge skidded to a halt mid-air, and the Cold Moon Blade, which had been following him halfway, finally managed to catch up to him, bounding around like an swearing little dog.
"Stay put, I’m looking at the road!"
Yang Ge slapped the Cold Moon Blade away and focused on observing the layout of mountains and rivers on the ground below, trying hard to recall the various sights he had seen when he returned to Lu Ting from Hangzhou by road at the beginning of the year.
"I’ve definitely seen this place before!"
He nodded confidently: "I surely haven’t taken the wrong path!"
Having said that, he grabbed the whimpering Cold Moon Blade by his side and once again whipped up a whirlwind of knife light, racing forward along the horse track below.
After flying forward for roughly a couple of hours and constantly encouraging himself that he surely couldn’t have taken the wrong path, he suddenly discovered that the horse trail on the ground had come to an end!
And the end of the horse track wasn’t the Luzhou he had expected, but a range of lush, undulating green mountains...
"No way? I could get lost even following a path?"
He widened his eyes in disbelief, secretly wondering if he had some unknown talent for altering reality.
He was clearly following the horse track from Lu Ting to Hefei, how could he still get lost?
"No, no, I must go back quickly!"
Feeling a bit panicky, he turned around and flew back along the way he had come, unhurriedly.
This time he learned his lesson and deliberately slowed down, mumbling to himself, "At this slow pace, I surely cannot get lost again, right?"
But reality always seems to confirm one’s fears!
He had already slowed down his pace, trying hard to identify the terrain below while slowly flying against the wind, but still, he felt the forests below growing denser and greener. As he floated high in the air and looked far and wide, he couldn’t see a single village or city, not even a patch of farmland...
"Damn it!"
He felt a touch of despair as he watched the light in the sky gradually dim, wondering if he was going to have to spend the night in the deep mountain forest today.
When he thought of his own warm, spacious bed back home, and his dog son Huang, who was eagerly waiting for his return...
His current mood was one of regret, enormous regret!
If only he had known that he could take the wrong path even by following the horse tracks, he would have honestly taken a boat.
"Eh? That’s not right!"
He suddenly came to his senses, slapping his thigh regretfully and said, "Why didn’t I just follow the Bian River?"
He thought about it and realized it wasn’t too reliable either, because the Bian River also had branches, and upon reaching the Huai River, he would need to change his course to enter the Grand Canal of Jiangnan...
"Ah, life is easy at home, but every step is difficult when you’re out!"
He lamented and resigned himself to the situation, closing his eyes and randomly choosing a direction to fly straight ahead, hoping to find a household with a light on for lodging before nightfall.
In the darkening twilight, Yang Ge didn’t know how far he had flown or where he had ended up. He was determined to find a place to stay, preferably one where he could learn the route to Hangzhou for the next day, so that no one would ever discover the curious little fact that he was directionally challenged.
It was only after he had officially become a Grandmaster and the Taiji Yuan Shen in his Dantian was constantly drawing in the spiritual energy of the world to transform it into True Qi to replenish his consumption. Although the recovery still couldn’t keep up with his expenditure from flying, the deficit had become so small that it could be compensated for by adjusting speed. This allowed him to fly blindly like this. In the past, he would’ve honestly dropped to the ground to find his bearings...
It wasn’t until the moon climbed over the treetops that Yang Ge finally spotted a firelight on the dim earth below.
He was overjoyed, quickly descending, and wondering whether the firelight belonged to a town or a village...
But as he descended to a certain altitude, he realized that the firelight was actually a huge bonfire, as tall as a two-story building, and surrounding it was a village composed of numerous bamboo stilthouses.
Countless figures surrounded the bonfire, jumping wildly to a primitive rhythm. The various brightly colored ribbons styled in a post-modern street art fashion, paired with painted demonic masks, made for a particularly startling sight in the middle of the night.
Yang Ge stood five or six meters in the air, looking down at the lively yet eerie scene below, pondering whether to avoid the commotion and just sneak away to sleep in a corner. Just then, he saw a tall figure slowly make his way through the crowd toward the range of the bonfire’s light.
The flickering flames obscured the person’s face.
However, Yang Ge immediately recognized the clothing on the figure… black and red, like stacked layers of cloth, looking extremely heavy yet not cumbersome. It more resembled the grandeur of armor, solid and imposing.
"Is this, is this some sort of magic?"
Yang Ge could hardly believe his own eyes, and at once, felt profound despair over his poor sense of direction.
As everyone knows, the Sect Hierarch of the Five Poisons Cult is active in the Xiangxi region.
And his intended destination… was Hangzhou!
Meaning, he had flown all the way from Suzhou to Jiangxi...
’It’s all the fault of the Five Poisons Cult!’
He snorted hot air from his nostrils, angrily muttering to himself, ’If it weren’t for the Five Poisons Cult, I would be full, quenched, having walked my dog, taken my bath, and comfortably lying on my clean, warm, soft bed. Why would I end up in this deep mountain forest watching their graveyard dance?’
The hatred was successfully transferred, and he smoothly pulled himself together.
He took a deep breath, grasped his treasured Cold Moon Blade, and descended from the sky.
"Thud."
Yang Ge landed heavily in front of the tall Five Poisons Cult member by the bonfire, a circle of dark golden ripples cascading outwards. It was like a shockwave from a severe explosion, overturning the surrounding crowd.
Strangely, the tall Five Poisons Cult member standing before him and the huge bonfire behind Yang Ge were completely unaffected, as if untouched by the golden ripples.
"Gulp."
The tall Five Poisons Cult member swallowed hard, staring dumbfounded at Yang Ge, his brain freezing up, clueless about the identity of this supreme expert who had seemingly descended like a heavenly deity.
Amidst a tsunami of cursing and groaning, Yang Ge indifferently lifted the Cold Moon Blade, still sheathed, and placed it on the neck of the tall Five Poisons Cult member.
...
Lei Hong, the Hall Master of the Scorpion Hall of the Five Poisons Cult, would never forget his first encounter with ’True Lord Erlang’ Yang Erlang.
He clearly remembered the first thing Erlang said to him: "Where is this place?"
As for how he had responded initially, he had forgotten.
He vaguely remembered something like ’Guangxi, Guilin’.
Yes, something like that...
He only remembered that when Erlang heard his answer, the look he gave him was as if he had seen a ghost!