Yang Ge belatedly realized that the child was indeed the one stolen by the Five Poisons Cult.
"I guess I only have one more question left..."
Yang Ge tossed the slick bone of an ox leg into the campfire for cremation, "That Yan Shijun in the main hall of the Five Poisons Cult, is he the real deal or a fake?"
Lei Hong hesitated before speaking, "I’ve been too preoccupied to follow that old ghost’s movements lately, but right now, the Five Poisons Cult, along with the Quanzhen Sect, Ming Sect, and White Lotus Sect are fiercely at odds. That old ghost should be stationed at the main hall. It’s unlikely that there would be any mix-up..."
"That settles it!"
Yang Ge sat down right where he was, speaking lazily, "Tomorrow, you’ll lead me to the main hall of the Five Poisons Cult, and I’ll take care of the rest. You’d better think about how to clear your own name."
Lei Hong thumped his chest and said, "You needn’t worry about me, Second Master. This hidden fortress is my life’s work, and the cultists here are all my trusted followers. They won’t leak a word."
Yang Ge nodded, "One last thing... Who cooked that roast whole ox? Go hang him up and give him a beating for me. It tasted awful, what a pitiful death for the ox!"
Lei Hong: ...
...
Yang Ge gave Lei Hong one night to clean up his mess.
The very next day, as dawn broke, Yang Ge grabbed the squawking Lei Hong to lead the way and flew towards the main hall of the Five Poisons Cult.
The two of them flew northeast against the rising sun for about half an hour, and, following Lei Hong’s guidance, landed on the peak of a knife-edge mountain.
Looking towards the unassuming mountain that Lei Hong indicated, Yang Ge asked, "The main hall of the Five Poisons Cult is inside that mountain?"
Lei Hong, still shaken, hugged a large tree and nodded vigorously, "Yes, you might not think much of that mountain, but it hides a natural cavern. It’s very deep, with passages in all directions, easy to defend but hard to attack. Ordinary people wouldn’t even find this place, let alone breach it!"
"Please be extremely cautious, Second Master. The cavern is full of countless traps. From the moment you enter, you must be ready to face floods, fires, poisons, barrages of arrows, and mechanical traps at every turn!"
Yang Ge lifted his sheathed precious Cold Moon Blade, made a few gestures toward the mountain, then nodded, "Alright, hide yourself well. As soon as I locate the main hall, our business will be concluded. From now on... well, you’d better take care of yourself and hope I never hear your name again."
Lei Hong made a face as if he understood perfectly and mimed a zip across his lips, "I get it, keeping far from the martial world and living incognito!"
Yang Ge couldn’t be bothered with him anymore, waved him off to move further away, then spit on his hands and leisurely twisted his waist.
The next second, he leaped into the air, transforming into a dazzling streak of Sword Qi, soaring toward the mountain peak and reaching it in the blink of an eye.
"Open!"
With an angry shout, he drew the Cold Moon Blade from its scabbard, unleashing a wave of Sword Qi so massive it seemed like a great river suspended in the sky, its mighty force sweeping sideways at the mid-section of the modest mountain.
"Boom."
A thud like thunder shook the valley like a hurricane.
The mountain, already not so imposing, shuddered violently. Huge chunks of rock cascaded down as a rumble like rolling thunder echoed from within.
Yang Ge ascended again, his face expressionless as he looked down at the mountain below.
Go inside the cavern?
He’d have to be kicked in the head by a donkey to enter someone else’s territory to kill.
Never mind all the talk of water attacks, fire attacks, poison attacks, and such trifles. What if he exerted too much strength and caused the cavern to collapse?
Wouldn’t that be shooting himself in the foot?
Better to make the rats come out of their holes themselves, to face his forty-meter sledgehammer!
Lei Hong, who was hugging a tree on a distant peak and witnessing this spectacle, nearly dislocated his jaw, and his eyeballs nearly popped out...
After a short while, an enormous Sword Qi pierced the mountain wall, and a group of people in black, adorned with colors, rushed out from within the mountain.
The leader, clad in a broad five-colored embroidered black robe and wearing a grotesque mask, had a tiger’s back and monkey’s arms, and wielded a three-foot green blade. He immediately spotted Yang Ge hovering in midair.
And Yang Ge, attracted by the sharp Sword Qi, also locked his gaze on the sword-wielding leader.
"Confirmed by the look in his eyes, he’s definitely the right person!"
"Just you, motherfucker, are Yan Shijun, huh!"
Yang Ge sneered as he leapt down, no longer suppressing the Evil Qi that could slaughter cities and annihilate nations. A misty, blood-red glow spread out from his body, setting off his wild dancing long hair and his towering figure, like an unparalleled ancient demon breaking free from his shackles.
"Yang Erlang?"
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The sword-wielding man, seeing this, burst out in a mix of shock and fury, but his heart was instantly filled with endless regret. His tone changed as he hurriedly said, "This is a misunderstanding, misunderstanding! There’s room for negotiation, for negotiation!"
Yang Ge, who had already arrived, wasn’t about to listen to his nonsense and rushed forward with a slash.
Yan Shijun saw Yang Ge’s aggressive approach and didn’t try to clash directly but dodged his slash, simultaneously releasing a brilliant fog of multicolored mist.
Yang Ge swept his blade to clear a path, dispersing the multicolored mist along with the hidden steel needles within it.
By the time the dust had settled in front of him, he saw Yan Shijun had already leapt to the mountaintop, leaving only a group of black-robed figures scrambling around in panic.
Yang Ge looked up at Yan Shijun on the mountaintop and then back down at the high-ranking members of the Five Poisons Cult on the ground, his gaze immediately catching the Hall Master of the Heavenly Dragon Hall who, just a month ago, had strutted into the Yuelai Inn with three million silver to show off...
Right away, he unleashed a Sword Qi that swooped down like a meteor, blocking the frantically fleeing Hall Master Wu He.
Scared out of his wits by Yang Ge, Wu He forgot about his own life and burst forth with his True Qi, his hands becoming a blur of afterimages as he flung a barrage of black steel needles, throwing knives, and darts.
Yang Ge, expressionless, waved his blade, his Sword Qi covering all the incoming hidden weapons, then relentlessly slashed again, cutting Wu He into more than ten pieces: "Fancy tricks!"
Having vented his foul mood with a single slash that killed the show-off, Yang Ge once again conjured a blade light that shot into the sky, pursuing Yan Shijun at the mountaintop.
Seeing this, Yan Shijun again released a vast, poison-like multicolored mist to block the soaring Yang Ge.
Meanwhile, his voice hoarse from yelling, he roared, "Yang Erlang, do you really intend to fight to the death with me today?"
A fiery red Sword Qi like the morning sun pierced through the multicolored mist, with Yang Ge following closely behind bursting through.
Seeing this, Yan Shijun, without a second thought, leapt from the other side of the mountaintop and fled for his life towards the dense forest at the foot of the mountain.
Fight?
Fight my ass!
Merged with his blade, Yang Erlang’s prized Poison Skill "Nine Revolutions Silkworm Transformation" couldn’t even break through his protective Sword Qi!
All he could do was flee!
If he could just make it into the forest, there was hope of survival!
Just reach Jiujiang, and there was hope for turning the tables!
’If I manage to escape today, if I don’t turn Lu Ting into a river of blood, I swear I won’t let this go!’
Yan Shijun, with fierce determination in his heart, dashed frantically into the depths of the vast forest.
"Boom."
The indomitable Sword Qi tore through the dense vines and bushes in the forest, brutally carving a straight path in pursuit of Yan Shijun.
Lei Hong, who had witnessed the entire process from a distance on the mountaintop, silently popped his dislocated jaw back in place and forcefully swallowed his saliva.
What a Divine Monarch!
The best in the world!
In this world, was there anyone who could stand against that Yang Erlang?
Lei Hong didn’t think so!
To exist in the same era as such an outstanding hero was the sorrow of all martial artists in the world today!