Morning.
The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze was blowing.
With sumr approaching, the weather had started to turn hot.
Lin Zheyu sat by the edge of Zeyi Lake, accompanied by Mr. Chen.
The old man wore a smile, leisurely holding a fishing rod, enjoying his ti fishing.
anwhile, Lin Zheyu was flipping through the Poison Canon, asking about so issues he encountered recently while studying it.
It had been half a year since he first ca into contact with the Poison Canon, and he had gained so insights into the Poison Tao.
Unfortunately, Lin Zheyu's strength advanced too rapidly, and he had only used the Poison Tao techniques a few tis early on, seldom employing them afterward.
Yet he did not abandon his study of the Poison Tao.
The Poison Tao was vast and profound, encompassing many kinds of poisonous thods, including so that targeted Innate Martial Artists.
Hiding in the city ant not needing to worry about being poisoned.
But if one wanted to roam the martial world, caution was a must. A powerful martial artist could guard against obvious threats, but poisons could be tricky.
You never truly knew what kind of deadly poison your opponent might have.
Learning more about poisons and their thods could prevent him from falling prey to the poison of a weaker adversary due to negligence.
"Old man, won't you co with us?"
After solving his accumulated problems, Lin Zheyu asked aloud.
He wanted to invite Mr. Chen to leave Songyi City and head to Bafang City.
According to the information he received, the rebel army was preparing to launch an attack on Guanning City. After taking Guanning City, their next target would be Songyi City.
Judging by the speed of the rebel army's advance, they could capture Guanning City within two months.
"No, I won't go."
"At my age, already half-buried in the grave, why bother rushing off to Bafang City, braving the elents?"
Mr. Chen shook his head as he spoke.
Lin Zheyu rolled his eyes, feeling the urge to retort.
Soone supposedly half-buried still frequented Baihua Tower every day, indulging in pleasures by night?
The old man could outmatch many young people.
"Alright then, take care, old man."
"I'll handle your grudge. Once I beco stronger, I'll kill Zhao Guanbin to avenge you."
Lin Zheyu solemnly declared.
He had been secretly tracking Zhao Guanbin's whereabouts recently and had gained so leads. He just needed to wait for the right mont to act.
"Focus on your cultivation, and deal with it when you're strong enough."
"The Poison Canon is yours; rember to pass it down."
"Once you're strong, using the techniques within can easily help you establish your own force," Mr. Chen intoned.
The Poison Canon was highly valuable.
In this era, knowledge was power and wealth.
With the Poison Tao knowledge from the Poison Canon and Lin Zheyu's strength, establishing a force rivaling the Zhao Family was feasible.
The poisons in the Poison Canon could bring endless wealth to such a force.
Lin Zheyu occasionally entertained such thoughts, but the complexity of it all made him give up after so contemplation.
Creating his own force could wait until the timing was right in the future.
The main task now was to focus on the Martial Dao and enhance his strength.
"Rest assured, I'll definitely pass down the Poison Canon," Lin Zheyu said earnestly.
After a mont's hesitation, he asked, "Given the rebels will soon attack Songyi City, and it might fall into their hands, could you tell about Mr. Liang? Do you know where he is?"
Liang Song had left almost half a year ago and had yet to return.
The way he left seed as if he had entrusted his affairs, as if he might not return, and Lin Zheyu was sowhat concerned for his safety.
"It's fine if I tell you."
"Since you're going to Bafang City, you might catch so news, or if you're lucky, run into him."
"Liang Song is just an alias; I'm not sure what his real na is."
"He has many enemies. Over the past decade, he probably dealt with most of the enemies in neighboring cities, leaving only the strongest one in Bafang City."
"I don't know who exactly it is; I only know he has a formidable enemy in Bafang City."
"If you go to Bafang City, look for him—maybe he's dead, or perhaps still in hiding."
"But given my understanding of him, he's like a turtle, extrely patient, possibly even more so than an old man like . He might not have acted yet."
Mr. Chen said casually.
"Thank you, senior."
Lin Zheyu bowed towards Mr. Chen.
It seed Mr. Liang had gone to Bafang City, which explained his long absence.
Bafang City was far from Songyi City, separated by mountains and several cities; it would take an ordinary caravan almost two months to reach there.
Lin Zheyu planned to look for Mr. Liang once he arrived in Bafang City.
He was soone who valued gratitude and, if possible, wanted to help Mr. Liang avenge his foes, as a gesture of appreciation for his martial arts tutelage.
Leaving Zeyi Lake, he headed to Bidan Tea House.
Jia Yanrong and a few others were not there as they were also planning to leave.
They would have to endure hardships for over a month, so they were currently making the most of their ti at Baihua Tower, seeking pleasure and revelry.
"Mr. Wo, are you really not going to leave?" Lin Zheyu asked for the last ti.
"Probably not. My family's roots are in Songyi City, and if I leave, I'd have to start over."
"Besides, I heard the rebel army claims to be righteous and won't slaughter civilians. I'm not wealthy, so I'm not afraid they'll rob ."
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