"Spare !"
The man turned around and was scared out of his wits.
Snap!
With just one palm strike, resembling the forceful Vajra Palm, the young Daoist-dressed man spewed blood from his mouth and his body was sent flying more than ten ters away.
He lacked the elder Daoist's profound inner strength, unable to dissipate or transform the force; a single strike shattered his chest bones.
Black Tiger Stealing Heart.
The young man executed the move with extre proficiency, and the young Daoist was imdiately disemboweled, his chivalrous spirit spilling onto the street.
"Lu Shanjun's martial art requires washing hands after use."
Duncan was too lazy to continue the chase.
His Qinggong was average, and his True Qi not strong enough. Those disciples from the Hehuan Sect had long fled; at most, he could catch one, and he decided on the young Daoist.
Duncan searched the young Daoist's corpse, pulling out a money pouch and two books: one was a technique for absorbing yin to replenish yang, the other turned out to be erotic illustrations.
The drawings were quite detailed, with a total of thirty-six positions, and the won depicted were lifelike.
He kept it, planning to peruse it at leisure another day.
He turned back to the elder Daoist's corpse; by now, many were alerted, but no one dared approach, let alone frisk the body—a big taboo in the Jianghu, as it was an easy path to et one's end.
The elder Daoist had a mishmash of items but no martial arts manual in sight.
Which made sense, really.
Only disciples carried manuals to ponder upon; after decades of practice, the elder Daoist likely had every move ingrained.
"Killing is still faster."
This Human Form's Shaoyin Kidney ridian already had several acupoints opened, and at this rate, his twelve ridians might connect even faster than the eight extraordinary ridians.
After killing, Duncan left without a second to linger.
Outside Longquan Town.
The Hehuan Sect disciples, terrified out of their wits, poured all their True Qi into their feet, pushing their Qinggong to the limit. Only after escaping Longquan Town did they look back in fear, seeing that the young killer was not pursuing, and they finally exhaled a sigh of relief.
"What should we do?"
"Master is dead, and the senior brother too," said a flirtatious woman dressed as a Daoist priest in a whisper.
Beside her, soone said through gritted teeth, "This vendetta must be avenged."
"We are no match for him."
"Imdiately send word to the sect, then find so reinforcents."
One of the won contemplated, "Our sect has so connections with Valley of the Wicked. If we send for help, perhaps they could persuade the executioner to act."
Another man shook his head, "The Valley of the Wicked may not send strong fighters."
"Moreover, there are rampant rumors of ogre activity in Jingnan and Chu lands recently."
"It seems the ogre has resurfaced."
The Valley Master's surna is Zhu. It's unsure if there's a relation to Zhu Wen or the Ogre King Zhu Can. His skills are quite bizarre and have deep ties with the Hehuan Sect.
However, ntioning him caused fear among the Hehuan Sect disciples.
Not because of lust, but due to the valley's cannibalistic tradition. Once, a female disciple from the Hehuan Sect entered the valley. Unaware of her limits, she attempted to seduce and absorb energy, only to be discovered cooked in a cauldron the next day, served to the Hehuan Sect envoy.
Now, in these tumultuous tis, the Valley of the Wicked has recruited nurous unforgivable criminals, reminiscent of the late Sui and early Tang periods, where most under Zhu Can were flesh-eating demons.
"Impossible."
"Both the Valley of the Wicked's executioners and ogres are tough to deal with."
Among the crowd, a woman suggested, "Why not seek help from the two uncles?"
The Hehuan Sect's elders active outside include a monk, a Daoist, and a beggar. The monk and Daoist wander the Jianghu, while the beggar is near Kaifeng Mansion, once an elder of the Beggars' Sect, specializing in abduction. The Beggars' Sect had a paradise lair in the Central Plains for trafficking won and children, targeting even noble families.
Due to misconduct, the Beggars' Sect elder was cast out, prompting him to join the Demon Faction as part of the Hehuan Sect, continuing the trade of abducting won.
The Hehuan Sect's external furnaces often resulted from this.
The younger male said, "It's probably difficult to find where the two uncles are now."
The woman replied, "Not hard."
"Recently, both uncles have been pursuing Lady Jade Face."
"Not long ago, Lady Jade Face appeared near Dangshan, accompanied by a group of prostitutes, likely now near Jingnan."
"Once we find Lady Jade Face, we can surely find the two uncles."
Lady Jade Face.
Hearing her na, the man's face lit up with longing. It's said Lady Jade Face possesses a pure yin body, naturally alluring, seen as a prized treasure by the Hehuan Sect. Three elders have pursued her, and even the reclusive sect leader has clashed with her, their enmity long-standing.
Her maids, trained personally by her, were rescued from their clutches, gaining so fa in the Jianghu.
"Alright."
"Let's find the two uncles!"
The Valley of the Wicked is simply too vicious.
It seems overindulgence has impaired their faculties, leading even Demon Faction mbers to avoid them.
The Hehuan Sect disciples split into two groups, one heading to Jingnan and the other to the Central Plains.
Whether fortunate or unfortunate, by the next day, they encountered a fellow mber—a florid monk clad in monk robes, about twenty, with handso features. Known for interacting with both genders, he had a reputation within the Hehuan Sect.
"It's Brother Xingkong. Why is he in such haste?" A female disciple, who once reciprocated with him, instantly recognized him.
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