Shi Feiyang gazed towards the direction Yili had left, his eyes filled with longing and reluctance.
After a long while, he finally turned and descended the mountain, heading towards his own quarters, his steps steady yet tinged with a faint trace of lancholy.
On the other side, Zhong Renwang dragged the unconscious Xie Zhichuan along, stumbling and staggering until they finally reached a hidden cave.
Inside the cave, it was dark and damp, filled with the stench of decay.
Zhong Renwang threw Xie Zhichuan onto the ground, then took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a black pill, and forcibly fed it to Xie Zhichuan. Monts later, Xie Zhichuan slowly regained consciousness. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhong Renwang’s sinister face.
Zhong Renwang’s lips curled slightly, forming a smile that was smug yet extrely insidious. He began to exaggeratedly narrate: "Brother Xie, you wouldn’t believe how arrogant Shi Feiyang was, trying to take your life. To save you, I risked my old life, engaging him in a battle of epic proportions. I fought with all my might, braving countless dangers, each move disregarding life and death, and finally managed to rescue you."
As he spoke, he gestured animatedly, his eyes sparkling with cunning, portraying himself as a brave and fearless hero, when in fact he was rely bragging and toying with Xie Zhichuan.
Listening to him, Xie Zhichuan, who was initially still sowhat confused, gradually developed a feverish gaze, half-believing, half-doubting Zhong Renwang’s words.
However, his hatred towards Shi Feiyang surged to its peak.
Next, Zhong Renwang’s expression darkened. He took out a crumpled, yellowed map from his bosom, his finger slowly moving across it. His fingernails, blackened from long-term neglect, accentuated the deep frown on his forehead, which seed etched with sches and plots.
"Brother Xie, to my knowledge, there’s a mysterious organization in the Western Regions, entrenched for years in the depths of the desert’s Black Wind Valley. The journey there is incredibly long, with countless mountains and rivers in between. The valley is full of traps, and one wrong step would an certain death. Furthermore, the vicious beasts they rear are fiercely aggressive, guarding that forbidden land. Finding them is as difficult as climbing to the heavens."
His voice was deep and hoarse, like a whisper from Hell.
Xie Zhichuan leaned in, his eyes fixed on the map, a decisive glint flashing in his eyes as if wanting to burn a hole through the map.
"No matter how hard it is, I must go! For revenge, even if it’s a mountain of knives or a sea of flas, I will never retreat. Let’s prepare so rare treasures to win them over, to make them work for us." His voice trembled slightly with excitent, his hands unconsciously clenched, knuckles turning white from the force, as he imrsed himself in a frenzy of vengeful fantasies.
In the days that followed, the two of them, like greedy wolves, scoured for treasure far and wide.
Zhong Renwang secretly snuck back to the Beggar Gang, slipping into the warehouse under the cover of night like a rat. He moved through the darkness, his eyes gleaming with greed. Each ti he picked up a piece of gold, silver, jade, or valuable dicine, a twisted smile would form at the corner of his mouth.
As he greedily stuffed treasures into his bosom, he muttered softly, "Shi Feiyang, just wait, these treasures will beco the source of your suffering." In his mind, scenes of Shi Feiyang being tortured to the brink of death kept flashing, as if witnessing his successful revenge.
Xie Zhichuan returned to Divine Sword Manor, leveraging his identity as the Young Manor Master, fabricating excuses under the guise of preparing for an important event, to brazenly plunder the manor’s precious items.
He entered the secret room housing the sword manuals, his eyes filled with madness as he looked at those rare manuals.
He reached out his hands, gently caressing the covers of the manuals, as if touching Shi Feiyang’s life.
"Shi Feiyang, these are all prepared for you. Just wait to go to Hell." His voice, low and sinister, echoed in the secret room, carrying a chilling shiver.
Then, he turned his gaze to the precious sword-making materials, scheming how to use them to create a deadly disaster for Shi Feiyang. Having prepared their gifts, they embarked on a long journey to the Western Regions.
Along the way, sandstorms raged, and violent winds howled as if wanting to devour them.
The scorching sun hung high, its searing rays barraging them without rcy, as if trying to char their skin.
Their lips cracked, red marks clearly visible, their skin tanned to a dark sheen, resembling burnt charcoal.
However, the flas of revenge burned fiercely in their hearts, this mad obsession driving them forward, step by step, towards the unknown and dangerous Western Regions. Finally, after enduring countless hardships, they arrived at the entrance of Black Wind Valley.
At the valley entrance, the winds roared like a demon’s growl, whipping up sand and stones, creating sounds like ghostly wails and wolf howls.
Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan exchanged a glance, a flicker of fear in their eyes, quickly masked by their resolve for revenge.
They took a deep breath, suppressing their inner unease, and cautiously stepped into the valley. They hadn’t walked far before hearing a deep roar, as a pack of massive, foul-slling Black Wind Beasts erged from the surrounding caves.
These Black Wind Beasts were as large as mountains, with rough and tough fur that glimred with an eerie light.
They opened their blood-red mouths, revealing sharp fangs as they lunged towards Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan with bared teeth and claws.
Zhong Renwang’s face instantly turned as white as paper, panicking, he drew the Dog-Beating Stick from his waist, his hands trembling slightly with nervousness.
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