Category: I, The Man Who’ll Conquer Both the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Empress

  • I, The Man Who’ll Conquer Both the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Empress 145

    Chapter 145: To Act with Yang, To Nurture Virtue

    “Who do you think you are?!” someone shouted angrily. “You’re the one looking for death!” another yelled.

    Shi Hao, his expression filled with disdain, sneered, “You? All of you?”

    Several young men, enraged by his blatant provocation, charged towards him, their staffs raised.

    A flash of sword light, a blur of motion, and the attackers froze.

    They saw sparks of silver light before their eyes, aimed at their eyes, their foreheads, their throats.

    They instinctively raised their staffs to block, but with a series of clangs and crashes, their weapons were knocked from their hands, flying through the air and clattering to the ground.

    Silence descended upon the courtyard.

    It was Du Yuejiao, her movements swift and unpredictable, enhanced by the Illusory Moon Demonic Flame Technique and the Illusory Moon Movement Technique.

    During her attack, they had only seen a blur of motion, her figure practically invisible.

    Now, she stood there, sword in hand, her face cold and beautiful, her presence captivating.

    Du Yuejiao had always been aloof and distant towards outsiders.

    Only in front of Shi Hao, constantly teased and “bullied” by him, did she show a softer, more vulnerable side, like a wronged wife.

    Now, however, with the added mystique of the Illusory Moon Demonic Flame Technique, her coldness became even more alluring.

    The young men, defeated so easily by a single girl, were ashamed.

    If their opponent had been a man, even in defeat, they would have shouted and cursed, maintaining their bravado.

    But against a beautiful young woman, even raising their voices seemed disrespectful.

    And although the Gong family lacked mid-rank experts, thanks to their martial arts tradition, almost all their young men were ranked. These attackers, although not particularly skilled, were still ninth-rank, yet they had been effortlessly defeated by a single sword strike.

    This silenced the entire courtyard.

    Shi Hao, however, didn’t give them a chance to recover. He continued his mocking laughter, “With your meager skills, you want to avenge your brothers? I said you won’t live long, and you still don’t believe me? Do you really think you can succeed? Are you going there for revenge, or to die?”

    “We would rather die than be humiliated!” someone shouted, “Even if we can’t avenge them, we won’t be afraid!”

    Others echoed his sentiment.

    Shi Hao’s expression turned serious, “Well said! We cannot be afraid, even if we can’t avenge them. In fact, we must avenge them. If we don’t, even in death, we’ll have no face to meet our fallen brothers.”

    He had initially provoked them with his insults, drawing their attention and their anger. Now, after Yuejiao’s display of skill, he expressed his agreement with their desire for revenge, calming their hostility.

    In this short time, he had transformed himself from an unknown outsider into the leader, the one in control. This was the “flying pincers” tactic from Guiguzi’s teachings.

    He had subtly established dominance, manipulating the situation to his advantage.

    Shi Hao, his voice now strong and resolute, said, “But if we want revenge, we cannot simply throw our lives away. We’re all heroes here. Death is not what we fear. What we fear is dying in vain, unable to avenge our brothers.

    “Do you think your Clan Leader doesn’t want revenge? Those who died were his family, his clan. He shares your pain. This revenge must be taken, but the Gong family alone is no match for the Hanyang Gang. We can’t succeed alone.”

    “We’ve come from Wudang Monastery. Your Clan Leader, knowing this revenge must be taken, is already seeking allies. While you were arguing here, he sent messengers to the other villages.

    “We arrived first because we’re closer. Others are on their way. We came here, at your Clan Leader’s request, to join forces with the Gong family and avenge your brothers. But what did we find? A bunch of hotheads, clamoring for a suicidal attack, walking right into a trap.”

    “You… you have disappointed us.”

    He shook his head and sighed dramatically.

    The young men exchanged glances, their faces filled with shame.

    So, while they were arguing, their Clan Leader had already been working to unite the Nine Villages against the Hanyang Gang?

    This was Shi Hao’s cleverness. They were outsiders. If the Gong family knew they had come here on their own initiative, proposing an alliance, they would be suspicious.

    But now, knowing their Clan Leader had initiated this alliance, and the others were here to help, how could they refuse? Their pride wouldn’t allow it.

    —”To act with yang is to nurture virtue.”

    For those who were passionate and impulsive, one should guide them with reason and morality, channeling their energy, not suppressing it.

    These young men, hot-blooded and eager for revenge, if left unchecked, would likely cause more harm than good.

    But if their enthusiasm was suppressed, they would become a disorganized rabble, their potential wasted.

    Shi Hao, his voice ringing through the courtyard, said, “That banquet tonight in Changyan City is a trap. The Hanyang Three Fiends killed your brothers to provoke you, hoping you’ll attack them on their own territory, outnumbered and outmatched. If you go, you’re playing right into their hands.”

    “What we need to do now, as your Clan Leader has already decided, is to consolidate our defenses, gather our allies, and prepare for a proper counterattack. As you said, this revenge must be taken. If we don’t, the Nine Villages of Ba Shan will become a laughingstock.

    “But understand your Clan Leader’s intentions. He shares your pain, but he doesn’t want you to die needlessly. We want justice, not suicide. United, we will prevail! Don’t you agree?”

    The crowd roared their approval, their spirits lifted—

  • I, The Man Who’ll Conquer Both the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Empress 144

    Chapter 144: “You Won’t Live Long!”

    Arriving at Erlang Ping, the Gong family’s estate on Mount Nangong, they immediately sensed the tense atmosphere.

    White mourning banners hung everywhere, and many people wore hemp garments.

    The air was thick with tension, a single spark threatening to ignite a firestorm.

    Shi Hao observed the surroundings. Young men, their faces filled with anger, filled the streets.

    Many glared at them, their hostility, however, not directed at the newcomers but a general resentment towards outsiders. The Gong family clearly wasn’t welcoming visitors at this time.

    The Gong family estate was large, surrounded by fields and walls.

    Although they lacked high-ranking experts, they had many ranked martial artists, all members of the family. Such a large and influential family, although not comparable to a major sect, still held considerable power in the region.

    And despite the inevitable internal conflicts within such a large family, when faced with external threats, they were quick to unite.

    “It seems something happened to the Gong family,” Hou Bomin, his small figure hunched, said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

    They reached the main gate. Shouts and the clashing of weapons echoed from within, the air filled with a chilling aura.

    Two burly men guarded the gate, but recognizing Daoist Chuan, they let them pass.

    Daoist Chuan asked, “What happened here? Have we come at a bad time?”

    One of the guards, gripping his iron staff, said, his voice tight with anger, “It’s that damned Hanyang Gang! They’ve gone too far!”

    Daoist Chuan turned and exchanged glances with Shi Hao and the others.

    Shi Hao said, “Let’s go inside.”

    They entered the estate and saw many young men in the courtyard, armed with swords and sabers, some shouting, “Why are we being held back? Are we just going to let Wen Feng and Wen Yi’s deaths go unavenged? We can’t let the Hanyang Gang bully us like this, no matter how strong they are!”

    Others echoed their anger, “Indeed! We can’t let them humiliate our Gong family!” “The more we retreat, the more they’ll push us. We’ll become a laughingstock, bullied by everyone!”

    A middle-aged man, surrounded by the angry youths, was trying to calm them down, his voice low and pleading.

    But his words were lost in the cacophony of angry shouts.

    “Bring out our uncle!” someone shouted, “What’s the point of talking to you? Let the Clan Leader come out and tell us himself whether we’re going to avenge our brothers!”

    Ignoring the commotion, Shi Hao and Daoist Chuan made their way to the main hall, where a funeral altar had been set up, several women in mourning clothes weeping beside seven coffins. Others stood nearby, their faces etched with grief.

    “I am Daoist Chuan, the abbot of Wudang Monastery,” Daoist Chuan said to a guard standing outside the hall, “I wish to speak with Clan Leader Gong. Please inform him of our arrival.”

    “Please wait a moment, Daoist,” the guard said and hurried inside, past the altar.

    He returned shortly, “Please come in.”

    They entered the inner hall, where angry voices could be heard. “It’s easy for you to say, Brother! They weren’t your sons!”

    Another voice, filled with anger and frustration, retorted, “I’m not saying we shouldn’t avenge them, Third Brother! Your sons are also my nephews! But we can’t just charge in blindly…”

    “That’s just an excuse for your cowardice!” the first voice roared, “Fine! Fine! It doesn’t matter that my sons are dead! It doesn’t matter that Wen Yi and Wen Hong are dead! But how long can you endure this? They killed several of our family today, and they’ll kill more tomorrow! And when they come for your sons, don’t you dare ask for revenge!”

    A man stormed out of the room, his face flushed with anger.

    A heavy sigh came from within.

    Shi Hao and Daoist Chuan entered the room. A man in a brocade robe, his face square and resolute, sat inside. It was Gong Muhong, the Clan Leader of the Gong family.

    Two elderly men, likely elders of the clan, sat beside him.

    Daoist Chuan bowed, “Brother Gong.”

    Gong Muhong hurriedly returned the gesture, “Daoist Chuan, please forgive my lack of hospitality. I’m afraid we’re in a… difficult situation.”

    Daoist Chuan said, “There’s no need for formalities, Brother Gong. I saw the commotion outside. What happened?”

    Gong Muhong sighed deeply, “The ‘Hanyang Three Fiends’ have gone too far. They’ve blockaded our trade routes on the river, demanding more and more money, refusing to let our ships pass.”

    “My nephew, Wen Feng, who manages our trade, went to Changyan City to negotiate with them. But those three fiends attacked without warning, killing him and the six men he brought with him.

    “They sent their bodies back and then sent a message, saying they’re holding a banquet tonight in Changyan City, inviting us to join them if we dare. Then they laughed and left. Everyone is furious, demanding revenge, wanting to attack Changyan City tonight. I’ve been trying to stop them, but I can’t hold them back much longer. Alas…”

    One of the elders chuckled, “Those Hanyang Three Fiends were already notorious criminals before joining the Hanyang Gang, each of them a sixth-rank expert. And now, with the Hanyang Gang’s backing, they’re even more arrogant. Changyan City is under their control now. Heh, sending our men there is a suicide mission.”

    Gong Muhong looked at the hunched, small figure who had spoken, “And you are…?”

    The man chuckled, “Hou Bomin, a nobody. Don’t mind me, Clan Leader.”

    Gong Muhong coughed and said, “My apologies.” He hadn’t heard of him but still maintained a polite demeanor.

    Daoist Chuan said, “Brother Hou is right. If we attack…”

    “The man who just left was even more right,” Shi Hao interrupted, “They’re deliberately provoking you. The world is in chaos, the barbarian court indifferent, the Six Gates useless. We’re on our own.

    “Those Hanyang Three Fiends are looking for a fight. If you back down today, they’ll kill more tomorrow. And if you back down tomorrow, they’ll kill more the day after. Those young men outside are hot-blooded. How long can you restrain them? If you force them to stand down, those who have lost family will resent you, and those who obey you will lose their courage. If this continues, your own clan will be divided.

    “And even then, it won’t stop them from attacking again. What can you do?”

    Hou Bomin chuckled, “So it’s either fight and die, or wait and die. Either way, we’re doomed.”

    Gong Muhong was speechless, paralyzed by indecision.

    Shi Hao said coldly, “There are other options, but with your men losing their courage, and their leaders hesitant, you’re indeed left with only two choices: a quick death or a slow one.”

    Gong Muhong looked at Shi Hao, “And you are…?”

    Shi Hao said, “My name is Shi, also known as Chongyun. I came here with Daoist Chuan to discuss the Hanyang Gang’s aggression, their attempt to control the Nine Villages. Listen to me, Clan Leader. Although your men are impulsive, they are united.

    “If you try to stop them, you’ll either lose their respect or divide your clan, giving the Hanyang Gang an opportunity to exploit your weakness.”

    Gong Muhong knew he was right. He sighed, his face etched with worry, “Then what should we do?”

    Shi Hao said, “If you trust me, Clan Leader, let me speak to your men.”

    Gong Muhong looked at Daoist Chuan, who flicked his whisk and said, “Let him try, Brother Gong.”

    Gong Muhong bowed to Shi Hao, “I’ll leave it to you, young man.”

    Shi Hao turned and walked out, the others following him.

    Everyone present, except for Du Yuejiao, was older than Shi Hao.

    Yet, they instinctively followed his lead.

    Shi Hao reached the courtyard, where the young men were still arguing, their voices loud and angry, the middle-aged man they had surrounded now crouching on the ground, silent. Some were trying to force their way into the inner hall to confront the Clan Leader, others brandishing their weapons, ready to attack Changyan City.

    Ignoring them, Shi Hao entered the main hall.

    The spacious hall was filled with the seven coffins, the women’s wails mingling with the angry shouts from outside.

    Shi Hao and the others lit incense before the memorial tablets, then Shi Hao stood before the coffins and said loudly, “Brothers, don’t worry, don’t be afraid, you’re not alone. Although your deaths cannot be avenged, those responsible will soon join you.

    “Just wait a little longer. You can all be reunited and reincarnate together.”

    His voice, amplified by his internal energy, echoed through the courtyard, silencing the angry shouts.

    His blatant provocation, however, further enraged the already restless young men outside. “What did you say?!” someone shouted.

    Shi Hao turned around, his back to them, the Sacred Heart Clear Mirror Technique radiating an invisible sword intent, his figure sharp and menacing.

    All eyes were on him as his imposing aura, like a tidal wave, washed over them.

    He stood there, on the steps, seemingly ordinary, yet his presence was like an insurmountable mountain.

    Under their wary and confused gazes, Shi Hao looked around and said loudly, “I said, you won’t live long! Any objections?”

  • I, The Man Who’ll Conquer Both the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Empress 143

    Chapter 143: To Act with Yang, To Achieve Form with Yin

    The middle-aged Daoist was Daoist Chuan, the abbot of Wudang Monastery. He was of average build, his Daoist cultivation not outwardly apparent.

    His eyes, however, still held a spark of spirit, although his face was etched with worry and resignation.

    Seeing He Guangtao approaching, he smiled wryly, “Guangtao, what brings you here?”

    He Guangtao asked, “What are you doing, Senior Brother?”

    Daoist Chuan lowered his voice, “We’re leaving Mount Xieluo. We’ll rebuild Wudang Monastery elsewhere.”

    He Guangtao said, “Wudang Monastery has been here for generations. Why leave now?”

    Daoist Chuan said, “You don’t understand…”

    “Everyone understands,” Shi Hao said, approaching, his hands clasped behind his back, “You’re just afraid.”

    Daoist Chuan looked over and saw a young man in a blue Daoist robe embroidered with cranes, a sword at his waist, his demeanor radiating confidence.

    As he approached, the other Daoists instinctively turned their attention towards him.

    His voice, although not loud, carried clearly, its tone sharp and mocking, “You’re afraid of the Hanyang Gang, so you’re running away. You say you’ll rebuild, but the entire world is in chaos. Where will you go?

    “You’re just hiding like rats.”

    Some of the Daoists lowered their heads, ashamed, while others said angrily, “You don’t understand! The Hanyang Gang is too powerful…”

    Shi Hao chuckled, “Indeed, they’re powerful, and you’re weak. Like chickens. It’s best you flee now. But even running is pointless. You might as well just die. In these times, evil lurks everywhere. You can’t hide forever.”

    Daoist Chuan’s eyebrows twitched, but he suppressed his anger, “This doesn’t concern you, young man…”

    Shi Hao laughed, “Doesn’t concern us?”

    He pointed at He Guangtao and looked around, “This brother, learning of Wudang Monastery’s plight, went to great lengths to gather allies, asking us to come to your aid. We rushed here without delay, ready to fight alongside you.

    “And now you’re abandoning your home. Fine, you can leave. We’ll stay and defend Wudang Monastery.”

    Daoist Chuan was speechless. The other Daoists, looking at them, their faces a mixture of gratitude and renewed determination, their earlier despair replaced by a flicker of hope.

    The Guiguzi says, “To act with yang is to nurture virtue; to be still with yin is to achieve form.”

    The teachings of Guiguzi were about strategy and diplomacy. “Yang” represented action and aggression, while “yin” represented passivity and resignation.

    For those who were aggressive and impulsive, one shouldn’t encourage their recklessness, but rather guide them with reason and morality.

    For those who were passive and resigned, however, words were useless. They needed to see action, concrete support.

    They had already thought too much, their fears and doubts paralyzing them. Reasoning with them was a waste of time. What they needed was action, tangible proof that they weren’t alone.

    Shi Hao walked to the closed main hall, its doors sealed with strips of paper. He kicked the doors open, the paper seals tearing.

    The loud crash, echoing through the silent courtyard, startled everyone.

    He entered the hall, went to the altar with the statues of the Three Pure Ones, lit some incense, and bowed, “Grandfathers of the Three Pure Ones, don’t worry. Even if they abandon you, we will stay. We will defend Wudang Monastery, its legacy, even if it means our lives.

    “The jianghu is a dangerous place, filled with evil, but we will show the world that even in these dark times, righteousness and chivalry still exist.”

    His words ignited a spark of courage in the others. “Abbot, we only have one life to live! Let’s fight!” someone shouted. “Indeed! They’re not even from our monastery, yet they’re willing to fight for us. What are we afraid of?”

    Inspired by their renewed determination, Daoist Chuan’s despair lifted. He led them to the back hall and asked, “May I ask for your name, young man?”

    Shi Hao said, “My name is Shi, also known as Chongyun.”

    Daoist Chuan said, “The Hanyang Gang is powerful. They’ve been absorbing many gangs along the upper Hanyang River. They have many experts now. Our small Wudang Monastery is no match for them. What can we do?”

    Shi Hao said, “Although the Hanyang Gang is expanding rapidly, their forces are not united. And although the Nine Villages are weaker, if we work together, we can resist them. As long as you’re willing to fight, Abbot, unite those who are also willing to oppose the Hanyang Gang. I’ll go to Mount Nangong and negotiate with the Gong family.

    “First, we’ll unite the Wudang Monastery, the Gong family, and Azure Dragon City. Then, we’ll join forces with the other six villages. Together, we’ll adopt a defensive strategy, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. Even the Hanyang Gang will have to be cautious.”

    To be still with yin is to achieve form. For the disheartened members of Wudang Monastery, words were useless. Action, a display of support, was what they needed.

    Daoist Chuan, having no plan of his own, was grateful for Shi Hao’s offer to negotiate with the other factions. He bowed deeply, “Thank you for your assistance. Whether we succeed or not, we will never forget your kindness.”

    Shi Hao helped him up, “There’s no need for such formalities, Abbot. The world is in chaos, evil is rampant. Only by working together can we preserve what little peace and order remains and achieve something meaningful. We’re all martial artists. We’re simply doing what we must.”

    The Daoists cheered, their spirits lifted.

    Hou Bomin, He Guangtao, and the others, witnessing how Shi Hao’s words had rekindled the hope of those who had been ready to abandon their home, were impressed.

    The Wudang Monastery disciples unpacked their belongings, cleaned the guest rooms, and settled Shi Hao and his companions in.

    Shi Hao asked Daoist Chuan about the Nine Villages of Ba Shan. Although He Guangtao had already told him much, he wanted more details, including their history and traditions.

    As a negotiator, he needed to understand his audience, their personalities, and their past.

    —”Reflecting on the past to understand the future; reflecting on ancient times to understand the present; reflecting on others to understand oneself.”

    Knowing yourself and your enemy guaranteed victory. This principle applied not only to warfare but also to negotiation.


    Shi Hao, accompanied by Daoist Chuan, Du Yuejiao, Hou Bomin, and He Guangtao, set out for Mount Nangong.

    Shi Hao had initially planned to go alone, but now that he had inspired the Wudang Monastery, how could they let him go alone?

    Daoist Chuan, who had been ready to abandon his home, now insisted on accompanying him.

    Xu Xiaoyan, however, stayed behind. She found traveling tedious.

    Xiang Gu also stayed.

    Xu Xiaoyan lay on the grass behind Wudang Monastery, her chin resting on her hand, watching Xiang Gu fiddling with her bottles and jars.

    She had attended many Red Hill Gatherings, but this was the first time she had seen Xiang Gu.

    Someone as strange as her, Xu Xiaoyan would have remembered.

    Either this was Xiang Gu’s first time at the Red Hill Gathering, or they had simply never crossed paths before.

    As a girl, seeing the snakes, insects, and other creepy crawlies crawling out of those bottles and jars made Xu Xiaoyan’s skin crawl.

    She could almost feel them on her.

    But she was also curious.

    Most attendees of the Red Hill Gathering were “unorthodox” Daoist cultivators seeking immortal ingredients they couldn’t obtain through legal channels.

    Although considered “unorthodox,” some were actually quite righteous, simply unwilling to submit to the Chongxian Sect.

    Xiang Gu, being present, must also be a Daoist cultivator practicing internal alchemy.

    But Xu Xiaoyan had never seen a Daoist who played with poisonous insects and snakes.

    If you brushed aside her messy hair and looked closely at her face, you would see that Xiang Gu wasn’t exactly beautiful, but she wasn’t ugly either.

    But for a woman to be so… unkempt was strange. After all, a sixth-rank Daoist cultivator, even an unorthodox one, should be able to afford basic necessities. She couldn’t be a beggar.

    Xu Xiaoyan was intrigued.

    She had spent much time among the truly unorthodox, not those like the Wudang Monastery and Floating Cloud Monastery, who, although labeled as “unorthodox” by the Chongxian Sect, were still considered righteous in the martial world.

    Daoist Tie Yu, the Monkey Thief, and others, were all eccentrics she had met in those circles.

    Xiang Gu was clearly eccentric, so Xu Xiaoyan was naturally curious.

    She watched as Xiang Gu took out a medicinal pill from her robe.

    It was irregularly shaped, suggesting poor alchemy skills.

    She placed the pill on the grass, and Xu Xiaoyan watched as the tiny insects and creatures crawled towards it and burrowed inside.

    They were incredibly small, even the snakes and scorpions.

    The pill, already misshapen, swelled as the creatures entered it.

    Then, Xiang Gu picked it up and swallowed it.

    Xu Xiaoyan’s eyes widened… She had actually eaten it!

  • I, The Man Who’ll Conquer Both the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Empress 142

    Chapter 142: Really Didn’t Recognize Her

    Du Yuejiao walked towards the woman waiting under the tree. The woman pulled her aside and whispered, “Yuejiao, what are you doing here? Where’s your master?”

    Du Yuejiao said, “Master isn’t here. I wanted to see the world, and she agreed.”

    The woman said, “The jianghu is a dangerous place, not as carefree as you think. You should go back. It’s not like the sect. You don’t understand how treacherous people can be…”

    Du Yuejiao nodded, “Master Shu is right! If I hadn’t come out, I would never have known how deceitful people can be. Things like… stealing from your own sect, exploiting your position, taking advantage of others… I never imagined such things existed.”

    The woman said, “Yuejiao, listen to me…”

    Du Yuejiao took her hand, “Don’t worry, Master Shu. Everyone was masked at the Red Hill Gathering. I didn’t recognize anyone.”

    The woman asked, “Really?”

    Du Yuejiao nodded emphatically, “Yes, I really didn’t recognize anyone!”

    The woman said, “Is that so…”

    Du Yuejiao said, “Really! I didn’t!”

    The woman: “…”

    Du Yuejiao continued holding her hand, “So don’t worry, Master Shu… I really, truly didn’t recognize anyone!”

    The woman whispered, “Yuejiao… what do you want?”

    After a while, Du Yuejiao, a satisfied smile on her face, returned to Shi Hao.

    Shi Hao looked at her, “Someone you know?”

    Du Yuejiao nodded, “Yes, someone I know. She’s very kind. She promised to send me an Illusory Sea Lingzhi next time. She’s heard of the Azure Sky Vermilion Fruit, but she’s never actually seen one. And she can get me about ten jin of Vermilion Fruit, but not more than that.”

    Shi Hao knew even Zhuo Mulan couldn’t easily obtain an Illusory Sea Lingzhi.

    This woman, to ensure Yuejiao’s silence, had offered a valuable gift. Being able to provide such a rare ingredient suggested she was likely in charge of managing such resources within the Chongxian Sect.

    He hadn’t expected to solve the problem of the Illusory Sea Lingzhi so easily, just by accompanying Yuejiao.

    However, even someone in charge of immortal ingredients within the Chongxian Sect didn’t know where to find an Azure Sky Vermilion Fruit.

    No wonder the Holy Jade Immortal had said it would be difficult to obtain, offering an alternative method.

    But that alternative required a hundred jin of Vermilion Fruit, which was also a problem.

    That evening, the six of them practiced their martial arts in the forest, a bonfire crackling nearby, roasting some game they had hunted.

    He Guangtao, familiar with the Ba Mountains, said, “The Nine Villages of Ba Shan are Goupan Village, Heshou Village, Shennong Village, Wu Village, Yinping Village, and Jiming Village, as well as the Wudang Monastery on Mount Xieluo, Azure Dragon City in Azure Dragon Canyon, and the Gong family on Mount Nangong.

    “The Wudang Monastery, having refused to submit to the Chongxian Sect, is considered unorthodox. I’m actually an outer disciple of Wudang Monastery, so I cultivate Daoist techniques, but I have to rely on gatherings like the Red Hill Gathering to obtain immortal ingredients.

    “Because of the Chongxian Sect’s restrictions, Wudang Monastery doesn’t have many powerful martial artists. The abbot, Daoist Chuan, is my senior brother, and like me, he’s only seventh-rank. There are only about twenty disciples in the monastery, a few at the eighth rank. After leaving Wudang, I managed to gather enough ingredients to reach the seventh rank with the help of the Red Hill Gathering and some friends.

    “As for Wu Village, they’re quite secretive, and I don’t know much about them. I heard their leader is sixth-rank, but I’ve never met him. They rarely interact with the outside world. And the Gong family on Mount Nangong… I heard they were a prominent martial arts family centuries ago, but they changed their name and fled to the Ba Mountains three hundred years ago and have since declined.”

    Shi Hao nodded, “I’ve heard of the Gong family. They’re involved in the silk trade. I didn’t know they were once a martial arts family.”

    The Gong family was a competitor of Small Han Mountain City in the silk trade, so he knew a little about them.

    He Guangtao continued, “The Gong family has its own martial arts tradition, but I heard their requirements are very strict. They have many martial artists, almost a hundred ranked members, but none have reached the seventh rank, and even eighth-rank is rare. Most are only ninth-rank. I don’t know if there’s a problem with their techniques or some other reason.”

    Shi Hao said, “Even without high-ranking experts, a family with dozens of ranked martial artists, even if they’re only ninth-rank, is still a considerable force. To succeed, we’ll need the Gong family’s support.”

    He Guangtao said, “I think the Gong family will be relatively easy to persuade. Their business relies on the Hanyang River, and the Hanyang Gang’s control has severely impacted them. They’re practically crippled.”

    “As for Goupan Village, Heshou Village, Yinping Village, and the others, they’re not a concern. They only have a few martial artists each. The key is Shennong Village.”

    Of the Nine Villages of Ba Shan, the Wudang Monastery, Azure Dragon City, and the Gong family weren’t actually “villages.”

    Azure Dragon City, despite its impressive name, was just a small settlement like Small Han Mountain City, built by refugees generations ago, with a few martial artists and hunters, but their strength was limited.

    Only six were true “villages,” and Wu Village was secretive. The fact that He Guangtao singled out Shennong Village suggested it was the most powerful of the six.

    Hou Bomin, although only in his fifties, was short and hunched, which, combined with his mask earlier, had made him appear much older.

    He chuckled, “The leader of Shennong Village, Jing Fude, is almost seventy years old, a sixth-rank expert. He used to be a well-known martial artist, known as ‘Flying Tiger Legs.’ He earned that nickname when he was still seventh-rank and kept it even after reaching the sixth rank.

    “In his youth, he was brave and fearless. But now, with age and injuries, his cultivation has stagnated, and he’s become more cautious. However, his two sons are both seventh-rank, and he has many men under his command.

    “Shennong Village is the strongest of the six villages, and although Jing Fude has become more timid with age, he’s also become more shrewd and respected in the Ba Mountains. Setting aside Wu Village for now, the other villages will likely follow his lead. Whether we succeed or not depends on this former ‘Flying Tiger Legs,’ now known as the ‘Hidden Tiger.’”

    He Guangtao looked at Shi Hao, “Should we approach Elder Jing first? If we can persuade him, it will be much easier.”

    Shi Hao considered this, applying the strategies of Guiguzi and the Yin Talisman he had learned from the Holy Jade Immortal.

    He shook his head, “Someone like him, having seen the darkness of the jianghu, although brave in his youth, has become cautious and hesitant with age. He’s a sixth-rank expert, but he probably hasn’t fought in years, his spirit weakened.

    “If we approach him now, he’ll just give us excuses, neither agreeing nor refusing, wasting our time. We need to gather support first, show him we have strength, and then approach him from a position of power, leaving him little room to refuse.”

    “So, we’ll go to the Wudang Monastery first, then the Gong family. Wu Village is a wildcard. We’ll need to understand their intentions. After securing the support of Wudang and the Gong family, I’ll visit Wu Village myself.”

    “If we can also persuade Wu Village, with their combined strength, we should be able to convince Shennong Village to join us against the Hanyang Gang.”

    Hou Bomin and He Guangtao exchanged glances and nodded.

    Although they had discussed the various factions earlier, their plan had been unclear. Now, with Shi Hao’s clear and concise strategy, the path forward seemed obvious.

    Du Yuejiao and Xu Xiaoyan, witnessing Shi Hao’s leadership and strategic thinking, looked at him with renewed respect.

    His face was resolute, his voice firm. Although anyone could offer suggestions, making the right decisions was a different matter.

    His determination to help the Nine Villages, his decisive actions, impressed them.

    Xiang Gu, however, sat on the grass, seemingly uninterested in their discussion.

    She took off a small sack she carried and opened several small bottles, releasing centipedes, snakes, scorpions, and other venomous creatures that crawled around her, making the two girls shudder.

    They really didn’t want this strange woman with them.

    Having made his decision, Shi Hao didn’t hesitate.

    They traveled through the night, reaching Mount Xieluo in the Ba Mountains.

    Mount Xieluo, overlooking Shennongjia to the south and Xiangzhou to the east, had once been a sacred Daoist site. But after the Chongxian Sect’s rise to power, it had suffered greatly, most of the temples abandoned or destroyed, only Wudang Monastery remaining.

    As they approached the monastery, Shi Hao and He Guangtao saw Daoist priests packing their belongings, the gates closed, preparing to leave.

    “Senior Brother!” He Guangtao rushed towards a middle-aged Daoist priest with a worried expression, “Where are you going?”

  • I, The Man Who’ll Conquer Both the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Empress 141

    Chapter 141: Offering an Opportunity

    Although it only had four uses left, it was still a magical weapon.

    Selling it for just ten taels was practically giving it away.

    After all, magical weapons could save your life. No one would pass up such a bargain.

    The man with the bull’s head mask quickly bought it.

    He had earned the right to stay with his information about Sheng Menghui being Hong Chui’s disciple, but he hadn’t bought anything else, clearly short on funds, just here to observe.

    However, since the news about Sheng Menghui’s background hadn’t spread yet, and he had obtained this information from Dark Thunder, he must have close ties to them, perhaps even a member.

    With the transaction complete, silence fell over the garden.

    The raspy voice from behind the veil asked, “Any other business, or any requests?”

    Shi Hao stepped forward.

    As he did, everyone instinctively looked at him. It was a strange phenomenon.

    Although drawing attention by moving while everyone else was still was natural, this felt different.

    It was as if the world around him dimmed, his presence a beacon of light, drawing all eyes towards him.

    The young man in the blue robe and Bì’àn mask, his gaze sharp, his voice strong, said, “I’m offering you an opportunity. An investment opportunity.”

    The man with the tiger mask asked, “An investment in what?”

    “Me,” Shi Hao replied.

    “You?” the man with the tiger mask looked surprised.

    “That’s right. Me,” Shi Hao said.

    He stood there, hands clasped behind his back, circulating the Sacred Heart Clear Mirror Technique, his Primordial Energy radiating outwards, sensing their curiosity, their surprise, their doubt.

    His sword intent filled the air, his figure like a sharpened blade piercing the heavens, his confidence unwavering.

    He stood there, radiating power and charisma, the center of attention.

    A strange feeling, a sense of anticipation, filled the air.

    The small woman with the disheveled hair stared at him, her mouth slightly open.

    The woman in black forced herself to look away, glancing at the girl with the dragon girl mask, who, in turn, was looking at the young man, her eyes shining with admiration.

    Shi Hao said, “Trust me. This is an opportunity. If you want to make a difference in these times, if you seek a wider stage, a brighter future, stay after the gathering.”

    He stepped back, and the light around him faded, the world seeming to resume its normal flow.

    But the image of that moment, his words, remained, a promise of something new.

    Silence. The raspy voice said, “If there’s no other business, the gathering is adjourned.”


    Four people remained:

    The old man with the lifelike mask.

    The tall, thin man with the two-horned demon mask.

    The small woman with the disheveled hair.

    And Daoist Tie Yu.

    The shadowy figure behind the veil also remained.

    The old man coughed and looked up at the young man, “How do you propose we ‘invest’ in you?”

    Shi Hao removed his mask and robe.

    He looked around, “My name is Shi, also known as Chongyun. We’re close to the Ba Mountains and the Hanyang River. You all understand the current situation.

    “The Hanyang Gang is expanding rapidly, controlling the upper Hanyang River. Their leader, Huang Facai, is likely a demonic cultivator. They’re forming the Hanyang River Alliance, forcing the Nine Villages of Ba Shan to submit. If they succeed, they’ll control the entire region and threaten even Dàxīng City.”

    “But their brutality has also created resentment. This is our opportunity. I’m going to the Ba Mountains to unite the Nine Villages and help them resist the Hanyang Gang.”

    “This is your chance. With the Ba Mountains as our base, we can advance north or retreat to West Shu and wait for the right opportunity.”

    The old man asked, “What’s your cultivation level?”

    “Sixth-rank,” Shi Hao replied.

    “And how many men do you have?”

    Shi Hao pointed, “Her. And her.”

    The old man’s amusement was evident, despite the mask, “Sixth-rank? Even a local gang leader is sixth-rank. And those who control multiple regions are usually fifth-rank or higher.

    “Huang Facai is fifth-rank, backed by a demonic sect. And you’re only sixth-rank, with just two young women. He’s already powerful, while you’re still recruiting. And you expect us to invest in you, follow you to the Ba Mountains, and fight the entire Hanyang Gang?”

    Daoist Tie Yu, the man with the two-horned mask, and the small woman all looked at Shi Hao as if he were a fool.

    Shi Hao, however, smiled faintly, “Because I’m only sixth-rank, because I lack manpower, this is the best time to invest in me.

    “I need your help now. Follow me, and I promise you’ll be rewarded. When I’m famous and powerful, surrounded by skilled martial artists, it will be too late. I won’t need you anymore.”

    They looked at his serious expression, his aura suddenly intensifying.

    The old man muttered, “Are you overconfident, or do you just underestimate everyone else? You have nothing to offer but words, and you expect us to risk our lives? And who knows how long it will take you to become famous?”

    Shi Hao said solemnly, “Trust me. It won’t be long.”

    The old man laughed, “Very well, I’m an old man with nothing to lose. I’ll join you. Let’s see if you can live up to your boasts, young man.”

    His voice became higher as he removed his mask, his back straightening, his figure shrinking, his face now sharp and monkey-like.

    Xu Xiaoyan suddenly exclaimed, “Old Monkey, it’s you!”

    The “old man” seemed like a different person now, around fifty, not as old as he had appeared.

    He smiled, “My name is Hou Bomin. I’m only seventh-rank, barely known as the ‘Monkey Thief.’ I’ve spent my life struggling in the shadows. You’re offering me a chance to rise above. I’ll take it.”

    Shi Hao nodded, “You won’t be disappointed.”

    He looked at the other three.

    The man with the two-horned mask removed his mask and said, “I am He Guangtao, also seventh-rank. He Ya, the leader of Goupan Village, is my uncle. Since you’re helping the Nine Villages, I’ll join you.”

    The woman in the grey dress stood up, brushing her hair aside, revealing an oval face. Her features weren’t unattractive, but her disheveled appearance and dark circles under her eyes gave her a strange look. “They… call me… Xiang Gu. Sixth-rank.”

    What a strange name, Shi Hao thought.

    But sixth-rank was impressive. He looked at her, “Miss Xiang Gu, are you willing to join me as well?”

    Xiang Gu looked up, rubbing her hands, her eyes dull with exhaustion, “You seem interesting. I’m bored.”

    Shi Hao nodded. A perfectly valid reason.

    He looked at Daoist Tie Yu, who chuckled, “I won’t be joining you, but if you need any forging, crafting, or alchemy services, come find me.” He left.

    Shi Hao said to the organizer, “Thank you for hosting us.”

    He turned to the others, “Let’s go.” He walked away, the others following.

    Du Yuejiao and Xu Xiaoyan were stunned. They hadn’t expected him to recruit people like this, with just a few boastful words, and for it to actually work.

    They had started with one sixth-rank and two seventh-rank martial artists. Now they had two sixth-rank and four seventh-rank. Their strength had doubled.

    After they left, the raspy voice from behind the veil softened, “He’s an interesting young man. Even I’m curious to see what he’ll become. Perhaps… a small investment wouldn’t hurt.”

    Shi Hao, with Du Yuejiao, Xu Xiaoyan, Hou Bomin, He Guangtao, and Xiang Gu, left the Wild Zen Forest.

    Shi Hao glanced back and saw a woman standing quietly under a tree.

    He looked at Du Yuejiao, “She’s waiting for you.”

  • I, The Man Who’ll Conquer Both the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Empress 140

    Chapter 140: Transactions at the Red Hill Gathering

    The old man’s information, although useless, was… entertaining.

    “Now, let the trading begin,” the raspy voice from behind the red veil announced.

    The woman in black spoke first, “I have one Frost Immortal Milk, one Demon Subduing Spirit Bamboo, and two pieces of Azure Flower Immortal Gold. The Frost Immortal Milk is three hundred taels, the Spirit Bamboo two hundred and fifty taels, and the Immortal Gold is a bit more expensive, three hundred and eighty taels per piece. Anyone interested?”

    Shi Hao heard Dragon Girl mutter beside him, her voice barely audible, “Stealing from your own sect?”

    This confirmed his suspicion that the woman in black was from the Chongxian Sect.

    Ordinary “unorthodox” cultivators wouldn’t have so many valuable immortal ingredients to sell.

    “I’ll take one piece of Azure Flower Immortal Gold… actually, both pieces,” said the fat man with the Qiúniú mask, Daoist Tie Yu.

    “I’ll buy one from you for four hundred taels,” the man with the tiger mask said, his voice muffled.

    Daoist Tie Yu, after a moment of thought, said, “Fine by me.” He clearly only needed one piece and was simply buying both to have a spare. Since someone was offering a higher price, he had no reason to refuse.

    The man with the two-horned demon mask, sitting on a stone bench, said, “I’ll take the Demon Subduing Spirit Bamboo.”

    The three quickly completed their transactions. The man with the tiger mask and Daoist Tie Yu both paid through the Red Hill Gathering organizer, while the man with the two-horned demon mask paid with silver notes directly.

    The Frost Immortal Milk remained unsold.

    Daoist Tie Yu then took out a box and said slowly, “I have the ‘Moon Hare’ divine crystal. Seven hundred taels of silver. If you want it forged into a magical weapon, I can do that for an additional two hundred taels.”

    Seven hundred taels was a high price, but for a mid-rank divine crystal like the Moon Hare, it wasn’t unreasonable.

    They looked inside the box. The divine crystal radiated a golden light, its shape vaguely resembling a rabbit. Although not particularly expensive, seven hundred taels was still a significant sum.

    Although several people were tempted, no one spoke.

    The snake demon girl’s eyes lit up, “I’ll take it…”

    Daoist Tie Yu, however, said, “I won’t sell it to you.”

    The snake demon girl exclaimed, “What?! Why not?!”

    Daoist Tie Yu said, “You still haven’t paid me for that sword you lost. No deal.”

    The snake demon girl turned to the organizer, about to protest, when the woman in black, after a moment of hesitation, said, “I’ll take it.”

    Daoist Tie Yu said, “Alright, deal.”

    The woman in black said, “Please forge it into a magical weapon, preferably a bracelet or a pendant, something inconspicuous.” She looked at the organizer, “Please deduct nine hundred taels from my account and give it to him.”

    The raspy voice from behind the veil said, “No problem.”

    Daoist Tie Yu tossed a small, black bamboo plaque to the snake demon girl.

    Shi Hao wondered what kind of “ticket” cost two hundred taels. What was this Wondrous Ghost Market?

    Or did this wealthy young lady simply have too much money?

    After receiving the plaque, the snake demon girl said, “I have a Blue Frost Moon Essence Shoot and nine Blazing Sky Leaves for sale. The shoot is two hundred and twenty taels, and the leaves are fifty taels each.”

    The old man with the lifelike mask said, “I’ll take all the Blazing Sky Leaves.”

    Xu Xiaoyan was secretly pleased. Blazing Sky Leaves were relatively common immortal ingredients, and most people had ways of obtaining them, although usually in small quantities. She had thought she would be lucky to sell four or five, but he wanted all of them.

    The transaction was completed quickly.

    However, the Blue Frost Moon Essence Shoot remained unsold.

    “I have a weapon for sale,” the man with the two-horned demon mask said, his voice hoarse, “The Parting Hook. A powerful weapon. Hook a hand, and it parts from the arm. Hook a foot, and it parts from the leg. Hook a head, and it parts from the neck…”

    Daoist Tie Yu suddenly said, “There’s no such weapon. Unless it’s a demonic artifact.”

    The man took out a long box from behind him, opened it, and said sadly, “It is a demonic artifact.”

    They looked inside. A black, sinister-looking hook lay within.

    Daoist Tie Yu’s voice was tinged with amusement, “How much are you selling it for?”

    The man sighed, “One copper coin. Take it if you want it.”

    No one spoke… A demonic artifact like this, containing demonic essence, was like carrying a venomous snake. Even if powerful, the risk of backlash was too great.

    And even if he wanted to give it away, no one would likely take it.

    Hook a hand, and it parts from the arm… It sounded powerful.

    But a sword could also sever limbs. What was so special about it?

    Seeing no one was interested, the man with the two-horned demon mask sighed deeply.

    Suddenly, a soft voice said, “I’ll take it.”

    They looked over and saw the small, thin woman with the disheveled hair, sitting quietly on the grass, almost forgotten.

    Her grey dress was tattered and dirty. She sat cross-legged, her eyes gleaming through the strands of hair, her presence unsettling.

    Her voice was soft and raspy, not a deliberate disguise, but her natural voice.

    “You want it?” the man with the two-horned demon mask asked, hesitant, “Are you sure?”

    His voice, although relieved, was also tinged with guilt, “Miss, you should reconsider. Once you touch it, it will follow you. You can’t get rid of it. Every night, you’ll have nightmares, dreaming of those whose limbs it has severed, whose lives it has taken…”

    “I’ll take it,” the small woman said impatiently. She fumbled in her pocket and tossed a copper coin towards him.

    The man with the two-horned demon mask sighed in relief, caught the coin, and then, with exaggerated formality, walked over and presented the box to her.

    The small woman took the box and placed it on her back.

    The man, returning to his seat, seemed to have a weight lifted from his shoulders.

    The small woman, still sitting on the grass, her head lowered, said, “I have a small item for sale.” She shook her sleeve.

    An ugly, dark gold toad hopped out. Before she could say anything, Daoist Tie Yu asked, “How much?”

    The toad, covered in warts, its appearance repulsive, hopped around on the grass. It clearly wasn’t a magical weapon, and it didn’t seem like a Daoist ingredient.

    They were wondering what this strange creature was when the fat man offered to buy it.

    The small woman hesitated, then said, her voice uncertain, “One hundred taels?” She seemed afraid of asking for too much.

    Daoist Tie Yu said, “Deal.” He paid her through the organizer.

    The dark gold toad continued hopping around. The small woman fumbled in her pocket and took out a dirty rag, “Here, you can have this too.”

    Daoist Tie Yu said, “No, thank you.” He took out a pair of small tongs, picked up the toad, and put it away.

    The small woman said, “Oh,” and put the rag back in her pocket.

    Everyone looked puzzled, unsure what that creature was, but the strange transaction was completed.

    Most of the trades were done.

    The girl with the dragon girl mask spoke, her voice muffled, “I have a magical weapon for sale: the Moon Phase Ring, containing the Yin Divergence Star divine crystal. One use per day, allows you to distort space for a short time. It has four uses remaining.”

    The Moon Phase Ring had been taken by Shi Hao, but after they reconciled, he had returned it, although she had bitten him again, still angry about his previous actions.

    She lowered her voice, “I’m selling it for ten taels of silver.”

    The woman in black, seeing the jade ring, froze, then looked at the girl with the dragon girl mask in surprise.

    Du Yuejiao, feeling a chill, knew she had been recognized. But she had to sell something, and she didn’t have anything else.

    Then she realized that the woman in black was probably even more nervous than she was. She met the woman’s gaze.

    The woman’s eyes flickered with fear…

  • I, The Man Who’ll Conquer Both the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Empress 139

    Chapter 139: Showing Off

    It was a strange feeling. The young man in the blue robe and the Bì’àn mask was just one of many attendees.

    Yet, his aura commanded attention, drawing all eyes towards him.

    No one knew his background, or the face hidden behind the mask, but his presence was undeniable.

    Xu Xiaoyan, who had disappeared earlier, reappeared.

    An incense burner stood in a corner, red lanterns hanging on either side, illuminating a red veil, a shadowy figure moving behind it.

    The organizer of the Red Hill Gathering had arrived. No one else would be coming tonight.

    “Eleven of you have gathered here tonight,” an old, raspy voice came from behind the veil, the figure still obscured.

    Shi Hao thought he saw a fox’s shadow.

    Before, even if they had suspected it was a fox, they wouldn’t have taken it seriously.

    But having learned the Red Hill Gathering organizer’s secret from Xu Xiaoyan, although the shadow only vaguely resembled a fox, the more he looked, the more convinced he became. It was a fox.

    The raspy voice said slowly, “According to our rules, everyone attending this Red Hill Gathering must offer either a piece of information unknown to the martial world or a proposition for a trade. If you have neither, please leave.”

    The voice paused, then asked, “Who will go first?”

    A man in a black robe and a tiger mask, sitting on a stone bench, his voice deliberately low and hoarse, said, “I have a trade to propose.”

    Shi Hao remembered seeing this man at the previous gathering, his mask and robe identical, his build similar, even his voice the same.

    Clearly, it was the same person.

    A short, thin man with a porcupine mask, sitting cross-legged on the grass, said, “I have something to sell.”

    A woman in black with an ordinary human mask said, her voice slightly altered, “I have some immortal ingredients for sale.”

    Shi Hao sensed the “dragon girl” beside him tremble slightly.

    He turned and saw Du Yuejiao staring at the woman in black, her eyes wide with disbelief.

    Shi Hao wondered if Yuejiao knew her.

    Even with the disguised voice and the mask, Du Yuejiao’s reaction suggested she was very familiar with this woman.

    It couldn’t be Zhuo Mulan, but for Yuejiao to recognize her despite the disguise meant they must be close.

    Could this woman be… from the Chongxian Sect?

    This was a secret gathering for the “unorthodox.” What was a Chongxian Sect member doing here?

    Of course, Du Yuejiao was also from the Chongxian Sect. It seemed that as long as you had a trusted recommendation, your background didn’t matter.

    Shi Hao glanced at Xu Xiaoyan, who was also looking at Du Yuejiao and then at the woman in black… She had also noticed.

    And Shi Hao remembered a similar woman from the previous gathering, also with a human mask but dressed in a different color, accompanied by another woman.

    She had sold several immortal ingredients.

    It was likely the same person.

    A man with a two-horned demon mask, sitting on a stone bench, said quickly, “I have a weapon for sale,” and then fell silent.

    A fat man with a “Qiúniú”(yellow scaly dragon) mask, one of the nine sons of the dragon, said, “I have a divine crystal for sale.”

    Shi Hao immediately recognized him as Daoist Tie Yu.

    Since he lived nearby, it wasn’t surprising to find him here.

    A small, thin woman, without a mask, her face hidden behind her long, dark hair, her clothes tattered and dirty, her eyes gleaming through the strands of hair, giving her a ghostly appearance, whispered, “I… also have… something to sell.”

    Her voice was unsettling, sending a chill down his spine.

    Xu Xiaoyan, in her pink robe and snake demon mask, raised her hand, “I have immortal ingredients for sale.”

    Du Yuejiao, beside him, her voice disguised and unusually high-pitched, said, “I have a magical weapon for sale.”

    Even with the disguised voice, the woman in black glanced at her, a flicker of suspicion in her eyes.

    Of the eleven people present, eight had offered items for sale. The remaining three could only offer information.

    Silence fell over the garden.

    Shi Hao, his hands clasped behind his back, his voice calm and measured, said, “Jiao Han, the leader of the Leopard Gate, wasn’t killed by a cultivation mishap, but assassinated. The one who killed him is the ‘Mad Blade Hero.’”

    This news surprised everyone.

    The man with the two-horned demon mask, sitting on the stone bench, couldn’t help but ask, “Jiao Han was a fifth-rank expert. That Mad Blade Hero is a newcomer, only seventh-rank, isn’t he? A seventh-rank killed a fifth-rank?”

    Shi Hao’s gaze swept over them, “The information is accurate. Believe it or not.”

    Although they couldn’t speak openly, their exchanged glances spoke volumes.

    They didn’t doubt the information’s authenticity. Secrets revealed at the Red Hill Gathering would eventually be verified. If it was false, he wouldn’t be allowed to attend again.

    But a seventh-rank martial artist assassinating a fifth-rank expert… it was almost unbelievable.

    Although defeating a stronger opponent through cunning or magical weapons was possible, the gap between the seventh and fifth ranks was significant, not just in terms of power, but also in terms of skill and experience.

    If this news spread, the Mad Blade Hero’s reputation would soar.

    Xu Xiaoyan and Du Yuejiao, however, knew that the “Mad Blade Hero” was the one speaking.

    For some reason, the Leopard Gate hadn’t revealed the true cause of Jiao Han’s death, preventing the Mad Blade Hero from gaining recognition.

    He had revealed this secret, observing their reactions, their exchanged glances of shock and disbelief.

    They noticed the smug look on his face. Show off, they thought.

    But it was understandable. He had accomplished something extraordinary, triggering a major shift in Dàxīng City’s power structure, yet no one knew. It was like wearing fine clothes in the dark.

    One of the remaining two, a tall, thin man in a blue robe and a bull’s head mask, said in a low voice, “It’s almost certain that Sheng Menghui, the Manor Lord of Lotus Manor in Chu Yin Province, is a disciple of Hong Chui, the Thunderclap.”

    This news was even more shocking than Shi Hao’s revelation.

    Sheng Menghui was a respected figure in the martial world, having joined Fu Shiyuan’s rebellion, his call to arms attracting many followers.

    And Hong Chui, the Thunderclap, was number one on the Blacklist.

    Although the Blacklist included many righteous martial artists who opposed the barbarian court, like Zhao Gucheng, the Sword King, Yue Panlong, the Azure Sea, and Zhao Xian, the Peerless Sword, it also included truly heinous villains, and Hong Chui, the Thunderclap, was one of them.

    He controlled a large territory in Lingnan, practically a warlord, his rule tacitly acknowledged even by the barbarian court.

    If Sheng Menghui was truly his disciple, leading a rebellion in Chu Yin Province under his orders, it meant Hong Chui was extending his influence into the Central Plains.

    Everyone looked at the man with the bull’s head mask. This information couldn’t have come from either Hong Chui or Sheng Menghui themselves.

    After all, Hong Chui’s reputation was too notorious, and if Sheng Menghui’s connection to him was revealed, it would severely undermine his support.

    The tall, thin man, slightly embarrassed by their gazes, scratched his head, “This information actually came from Dark Thunder. I just happened to know about it. It will soon become public knowledge.”

    They understood… Although it would soon be revealed, at this moment, it was still a secret.

    He had fulfilled the requirement.

    The last one was an old man with a hunched back. Although he didn’t wear a mask, his stiff, lifeless face, covered in wrinkles, was clearly a disguise, likely a human skin mask.

    The old man said slowly, “The ‘Virtuous Scholar of Shan Shui,’ Master Zhao’s new concubine…”

    He paused, “…is actually a man.”

    Silence. Then, the woman in black with the human mask exclaimed, “What?!”

    The old man chuckled, his smile not reaching his eyes, “Although it’s not a big deal, it’s still a secret. Just a bit of gossip.”

    The woman in black still looked incredulous, “Master Zhao… has… unusual preferences?”

    The old man chuckled, “To be precise, he enjoys dressing as a woman. Except for his wife, whom he married for appearances, his other concubines are all men… not young boys, but grown men. And he likes to wear women’s clothing during… well, you know.”

    Everyone: “…”

    Big news!

  • I, The Man Who’ll Conquer Both the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Empress 138

    Chapter 138: Jianghu, Once Again

    Wu Yincai sighed, “Indeed. We also hope for a true hero to emerge and lead us through these chaotic times. But the Hanyang Gang’s methods are terrifying.”

    “The Nine Villages have decided we won’t join their so-called ‘Hanyang River Alliance.’ Knowing their style, once we join, they’ll devour everything we have, our businesses, our lands, everything.”

    Shi Hao understood. In turbulent times, it was natural for wealthy families and merchants to seek the protection of powerful martial artists.

    But the Hanyang Gang’s brutal expansion wasn’t about protection, but about conquering and controlling everything around them.

    And with Huang Facai’s ruthlessness, who would dare trust him with their lives and fortunes?

    After chatting with Wu Yincai for a while, as the rain subsided, he and his companions hurriedly left.

    After they were gone, Xu Xiaoyan said, “That Huang Facai, his energy carries a poisonous aura, and his methods are brutal. Could he be from the Poisonous Sunflower Sect?”

    Shi Hao said, “It’s possible. Perhaps the Poisonous Sunflower Sect is using the Hanyang Gang as a shell for their own expansion.”

    Du Yuejiao approached, “Poisonous Sunflower Sect?”

    Shi Hao explained, “It’s a secretive and dangerous demonic sect, known for their poisonous techniques. Their advancement rituals mostly involve poison.”

    He analyzed the situation, “If the Hanyang Gang controls the Nine Villages of Ba Shan, they’ll control the upper Hanyang River and the entire Ba Mountain region. In these chaotic times, they could easily expand westward and conquer the entire West Shu Province.”

    Xu Xiaoyan said, “It’s not that simple. Demonic sects, when they make a move, their methods are often illogical and unpredictable. The Hanyang Gang might just be a pawn. They’re using brutal tactics to gain power and influence, causing chaos and destruction, and then they’ll likely support some unknown ‘savior’ to ‘restore order’ and gain the people’s support. It’s a form of sacrifice.”

    “And even worse, they might be doing all this to prepare for some kind of ritual, using the chaos and suffering for their own purposes.”

    Shi Hao looked up, his eyes flickering.

    Xu Xiaoyan tilted her head, “Are you thinking of helping the Nine Villages?”

    Shi Hao looked down at her, “Why do you say that?”

    Xu Xiaoyan smiled, “Because you… you can’t stand for injustice.”

    Shi Hao said, “That’s not the only reason. At the end of every dynasty, the first to rebel are often the first to be crushed. But once the first arrow is fired, the chaos spreads uncontrollably.”

    “Historically, those who initiate rebellions often meet tragic ends. But those who wait too long also achieve little. Although Hero Fu was defeated, the barbarian court paid a heavy price for their victory, and he escaped. They’re now too stretched thin to deal with the smaller uprisings effectively.”

    “Everyone can see the barbarian army’s weakness now. Many factions are rising, vying for power. Although most will fail, the ones who will eventually contend for the throne will emerge from this chaos.”

    “If we don’t act now, in a few months, the new power structure will solidify, and we’ll be forced to choose sides.”

    Du Yuejiao’s eyes widened, “Brother Shi, are you planning to… conquer the world?”

    Shi Hao, his hands clasped behind him, said calmly, “I don’t necessarily want to rule, but I want to bring peace and order to this land. Historically, whenever chaos erupts, if no one is able to unify the land within a few years, the conflict drags on for decades, even centuries.

    “I want to be the one who brings peace and stability, the one who future generations will remember as the architect of a new era of prosperity.”

    Du Yuejiao and Xu Xiaoyan stared at him.

    As the rain stopped, and the clouds parted, sunlight streamed into the dilapidated temple, illuminating his face.

    His serious expression and unwavering confidence transformed the forgotten temple into a sacred space.

    As they left, the two girls looked at him with admiration.

    Shi Hao was inwardly pleased with the effect of the Sacred Heart Clear Mirror Technique. Even inspiring words needed the right “aura” to be truly effective.

    Of course, he had meant what he said.

    He had simply… enhanced it with some special effects.

    Du Yuejiao asked, “What should we do now, Brother Shi?”

    Shi Hao said, “We’ll go to the Red Hill Gathering, and then to the Ba Mountains.”

    He paused, then added, “But to attend the Red Hill Gathering, you either need something to sell or a piece of information unknown to the martial world.”

    Du Yuejiao said, “Well…” Her master had given her plenty of silver before she left Dàxīng City, so she didn’t have to worry about money.

    But she didn’t have any immortal ingredients and couldn’t think of any “secrets.”

    This was practically her first time in the jianghu. What secrets could she possibly know?

    Xu Xiaoyan giggled, “The fact that the three Evil Lotus factions have reunited under a male leader is a pretty big secret.”

    Du Yuejiao snorted, “Are you planning to sell him out?”

    Xu Xiaoyan chuckled, “I don’t need to. I have immortal ingredients to sell.”

    Shi Hao looked at Xu Xiaoyan, “Why don’t you split the Blue Frost Moon Essence Shoot and the Blazing Sky Leaves? One of you can sell the shoot, the other the leaves. The profit is yours anyway.”

    Xu Xiaoyan, like a petulant child, refused, “No!”

    Du Yuejiao snorted, “Who cares?”

    Then her eyes flickered, and she smiled, “I have a secret.”

    Shi Hao asked, surprised, “What secret?”

    Du Yuejiao chuckled, feigning mystery, “Do you know why Zhao Xian, the Peerless Sword, killed Lu Jin, the Azure Dragon Immortal Warrior, of our Chongxian Sect?”

    Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan looked at her.

    Du Yuejiao smirked, “You don’t know, do you? Hmph.”

    Xu Xiaoyan smiled, “Everyone knows. He was avenging his new disciple.”

    Du Yuejiao said, “Disciple?”

    Xu Xiaoyan said sarcastically, “Don’t tell me you don’t know? Hero Zhao’s new disciple is the nephew of Zong Youbi, the Confucian Hero of Xun River, whose family was slaughtered by Lu Jin, one of your Chongxian Sect’s Eight Immortal Warriors. You didn’t know that?”

    Du Yuejiao was stunned. Although she knew Zhao Xian had avenged the Zong family, she hadn’t known his disciple was Zong Youbi’s nephew. Her master hadn’t mentioned that.

    Shi Hao remained silent. Zhuo Mulan had learned this from him, and Yuejiao had clearly heard it from her master… He decided it was best not to speak.

    Du Yuejiao hadn’t realized this was already public knowledge… Of course, she didn’t know that Zhao Xian himself had only learned the truth at the last Red Hill Gathering, where Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan had both been present.

    Du Yuejiao said, “Then I’ll sell my ingredients. I’ll find something.” She turned and walked away.

    They reached the Wild Zen Forest, its trees shrouded in mist, small foxes leaping among them, ghostly flames flickering, the atmosphere eerie and unsettling.

    They followed the foxes deeper into the forest, where masks and robes of various sizes and colors hung from the trees.

    A pair of eyes appeared from behind a tree, staring at Du Yuejiao, making her uncomfortable.

    Shi Hao looked at Xu Xiaoyan, who snorted and said, “She’s with me.”

    The eyes disappeared back into the mist.

    This time, Shi Hao chose a “Bì’àn” mask, one of the nine sons of the dragon, and a black robe.

    Xu Xiaoyan chose the snake demon mask again and a pink robe, deliberately longer than before, its trailing hem accentuating her swaying hips as she walked.

    Du Yuejiao, after some hesitation, chose a “dragon girl” mask with two small horns and a white robe.

    They continued following the foxes, the mist swirling around them, the ghostly flames leading them deeper into the forest.

    This time, they didn’t enter the underground cavern through the well but through a narrow crevice in the mountainside.

    The passage wound downwards, leading them to a cavern, clearly different from the previous one.

    Without the foxes, they would never have found it.

    Shi Hao remembered Xu Xiaoyan’s slip of the tongue earlier… talking foxes.

    Stalactites and stalagmites filled the cavern. A simple stone pavilion with a few benches and a tree stood in the center.

    They seemed to be early. They were alone.

    Xu Xiaoyan suddenly disappeared into the shadows.

    Knowing she was familiar with the organizer of the Red Hill Gathering, Shi Hao didn’t think much of it.

    After a while, a tall, thin man in a blue robe and a monkey mask emerged from the other side of the cavern.

    Then, more and more people arrived.

    Their gazes instinctively turned towards the young man in the black robe and the Bì’àn mask.

    Shi Hao used the Sacred Heart Clear Mirror Technique, his sword intent radiating outwards, his presence commanding attention, unknowingly becoming the center of everyone’s gaze—

  • I, The Man Who’ll Conquer Both the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Empress 137

    Chapter 137: Sibling Squabbles, The Laughing Merchant of Ba Shan

    The Wild Zen Forest bordered the Ba Mountains, nestled on their eastern side.

    Shi Hao held an oil-paper umbrella, running through the forest, Du Yuejiao and Xu Xiaoyan each clinging to one of his arms.

    The weather in this region was unpredictable. Moments ago, the sky had been clear, and now, a sudden downpour.

    A thick mist enveloped the forest.

    Seeing a dilapidated temple ahead, they quickly ran inside.

    Shi Hao closed the umbrella, shaking off the water droplets, which splattered on the dusty ground.

    “This weather is terrible!” Du Yuejiao scraped the mud from her embroidered shoes on the stone step. “I don’t understand why anyone would want to travel in the jianghu. Isn’t it better to stay home where it’s safe and comfortable?”

    Xu Xiaoyan sneered, “If everyone could stay home comfortably, who would choose to wander around? People travel because they have to. You wouldn’t understand, being a pampered young miss.”

    Du Yuejiao retorted, “And you, a thief, have the nerve to criticize others?”

    Xu Xiaoyan chuckled, “At least I earn my own living, unlike some people who’ve never worked a day in their lives and still act superior. Someone like you, without your family and connections, would have been sold to a brothel long ago.”

    Du Yuejiao’s face flushed with anger, and she gripped her sword.

    Xu Xiaoyan, unafraid, also grabbed her disguised sword.

    “Stop it, both of you!” Shi Hao stepped between them.

    Du Yuejiao glared at him, “Whose side are you on, Brother Shi?”

    Xu Xiaoyan peeked out from behind Shi Hao, giggling, “He’s not on your side!”

    Du Yuejiao’s hand tightened on her sword hilt, as if considering attacking Shi Hao as well.

    Shi Hao said quickly, “Stop it! Someone’s coming!”

    Du Yuejiao and Xu Xiaoyan looked towards the entrance. The sound of running footsteps approached.

    Four figures, drenched in the rain, rushed into the temple, their expressions wary upon seeing the trio.

    Confusion quickly followed their initial apprehension as they tried to make sense of the scene.

    The four newcomers were a boy of about twelve, two men dressed as hunters, and a middle-aged man.

    They all looked exhausted and disheveled. One of the hunters, who had been carrying the boy, put him down and protectively stood before him.

    The scene within the temple, however, was puzzling.

    They saw two young women, one holding a sword, the other gripping a wooden stick-like object. Their clothing contrasted sharply, one in elegant silk, the other in simple cotton.

    Between them stood a young Daoist priest in a blue robe embroidered with cranes, a topknot on his head, his expression one of exasperation.

    “Stop fighting,” the young man said.

    The girl in silk snorted and sheathed her half-drawn sword.

    The young man smiled at the newcomers, “Just a little… sibling squabble. Please excuse us. The rain is heavy. Feel free to take shelter. We’re just passing through.”

    Du Yuejiao and Xu Xiaoyan glared at him.

    The middle-aged man, looking at him intently, suddenly asked, “Are you the young master of Small Han Mountain City?”

    Shi Hao, surprised to be recognized, looked at the man. He was slightly plump, with a round face and an average build. He seemed familiar, yet also… not.

    The man smiled awkwardly, “You’ve forgotten me already, Young Master? It’s only been six months.”

    His smile jogged Shi Hao’s memory, and he smiled, “Mr. Wu, the ‘Laughing Merchant’! It’s good to see you.”

    The man’s name was Wu Yincai, nicknamed the “Laughing Merchant.” He handled external trade for Heshou Village, one of the Nine Villages of Ba Shan.

    Shu brocade was a famous product of the Ba Shu region, and Small Han Mountain City’s silk was also well-known.

    Within West Shu Province, Small Han Mountain City primarily traded with the Yuan Rong Merchant Guild, but their external trade was handled through other intermediaries, one of which was Heshou Village.

    Wu Yincai had frequently visited Small Han Mountain City for silk, so he naturally recognized Shi Hao. However, true to his nickname, he was always jovial and smiling. His current worried expression had thrown Shi Hao off.

    The two hunters also relaxed, recognizing him.

    Du Yuejiao, seeing that he knew Shi Hao, calmed down, although she still seemed sullen as she turned away to watch the rain.

    Shi Hao chatted with Wu Yincai for a few moments, then glanced at the boy and asked in a low voice, “Mr. Wu, this child is…?”

    Wu Yincai sighed, “To be honest, Young Master, this is our young master. We’re taking him to Dàxīng City, to his uncle’s place, to… stay safe.”

    Shi Hao asked, surprised, “What happened?”

    Wu Yincai’s face was etched with worry, “Have you heard of the Hanyang Gang, Young Master?”

    Shi Hao hesitated.

    Xu Xiaoyan, however, spoke up, “The Hanyang Gang mainly operates around the headwaters of the Hanyang River’s southern tributaries, the Jade Belt River area in the Ba Mountains. Their leader, Zhao Youji, is a sixth-rank expert, and most of their elite are seventh and eighth-rank. They control the region, but they’re not a major force, just local bullies.”

    Wu Yincai said with a wry smile, “That’s old news. The Hanyang Gang has a new leader now, a man named Huang Facai. He looks ordinary, his background is a mystery, but he’s a fifth-rank expert.”

    Xu Xiaoyan said, “Huang Facai? That doesn’t sound like a real name. Fifth-rank experts usually have some reputation, unless they’re from a secretive sect like the demonic sects. He can’t have just appeared out of nowhere…”

    Wu Yincai shook his head, “I don’t know if he’s from a demonic sect. I’ve heard of them, but I’ve never actually met one…”

    Xu Xiaoyan chuckled, “The demonic sects are secretive. Even if you met one, they wouldn’t tell you. Of course, you haven’t ‘met’ one.” She thought to herself, He has no idea he’s talking to the Young Master of the Evil Lotus Sect.

    Wu Yincai continued, “I don’t know if Huang Facai is a demonic cultivator, but he’s incredibly powerful. After he took over, the Hanyang Gang expanded rapidly, absorbing many smaller gangs along the upper Hanyang River, including the Changxi Sect, a well-known martial arts family that also controlled the river trade.

    “Unwilling to be absorbed, the Changxi Sect invited a senior elder, who was cultivating in the Qinling Mountains, to challenge him. He was also a fifth-rank expert, very powerful, but Huang Facai defeated him in just ten moves.

    “I heard that after he was carried back, his body turned black, as if poisoned. Even those who carried him died within three days. But there were no external injuries, only a palm print on his chest from Huang Facai.

    “Some say Huang Facai practices the Poison Sand Palm…”

    Xu Xiaoyan said suddenly, “That’s impossible. The Poison Sand Palm’s energy isn’t poisonous. It’s the user’s palms, coated in poison, that deliver the poison. It might be effective against lower-rank martial artists, but it’s not very useful against mid-rank experts. And the poison spreading to those who carried him… that’s not something the Poison Sand Palm can do. It must be a different kind of poison.”

    Wu Yincai shook his head, “I don’t know the details. I practice a little martial arts myself, but I’m just a beginner. I’ve heard there aren’t many poisonous palm techniques, and the Poison Sand Palm is the most famous. Since Huang Facai claimed to practice it, everyone assumed that was the case.”

    Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan exchanged glances.

    Wu Yincai continued, “The Hanyang Gang’s expansion is relentless. Having conquered the upper Hanyang River region, they’re now inviting the Nine Villages of Ba Shan to form a ‘Hanyang River Alliance,’ clearly intending to absorb us as well. Our village leader, worried about our safety, sent us to escort the young master away before confronting them.”

    Shi Hao pondered for a moment, then looked at Wu Yincai and said, “If you don’t mind some unsolicited advice…”

    Wu Yincai said, “I’ve heard you’re a wise and insightful young man, Young Master. Please speak freely.”

    Shi Hao said, “The world is in chaos. Although the Ba Shu region has remained relatively peaceful due to its remote location, when the nest is overturned, no egg is left unbroken. No village or city is truly safe in these times. Uniting with others is a natural response.”

    “The Hanyang Gang controls the upper reaches of the Hanyang River, which is your main trade route. Why fight them? Joining their alliance might be a better option.”

    Wu Yincai smiled wryly, “We’ve considered that, Young Master.”

    Shi Hao nodded, “Then there must be something about the Hanyang Gang that concerns you.”

    Wu Yincai said, “Indeed. They’re ruthless and brutal. Anyone who resists them… their entire family is often slaughtered overnight. The Chao Zhou Trading Company’s Li family, who mainly deal in river trade, had a conflict with them.

    “In the past, their disputes were just business rivalries. But after the new leader took over, the Li family, for refusing to join them, was massacred, nineteen lives taken, not a single one spared.”

    Shi Hao said, “Using such brutal methods in a simple business dispute… no wonder you’re so afraid.”

  • I, The Man Who’ll Conquer Both the Immortal Venerable and the Demon Empress 136

    Chapter 136: The Jianghu

    Thin, scattered clouds drifted across the sky, not threatening rain but casting a pall over the land.

    The wheat fields below, not yet ripe for harvest, were a patchwork of trampled stalks and bare earth.

    Barbarian cavalry had descended upon the stone town, the cries of the villagers echoing through the air. Soon, a group of farmers, shackled, were led away.

    No laws, no explanations, just the brutal and efficient practice of conscription.

    Shi Hao, Du Yuejiao, and Xu Xiaoyan watched the scene unfold from a nearby hill.

    “They’re just taking people like that?” Du Yuejiao, shocked, said, “Aren’t they afraid of being reported to the court?”

    Xu Xiaoyan turned and looked at her as if she were a fool.

    Shi Hao shook his head, “It’s not just here. It’s happening all over. They need men for the canal project, for the army, and with the growing rebellions, even more men are needed to suppress them.

    “Where do they get these men? They just… take them. The lives of commoners mean nothing to them.”

    Xu Xiaoyan said sharply, “You’re just realizing this now? What world have you been living in?”

    Du Yuejiao was speechless.

    Shi Hao knew it wasn’t entirely her fault.

    Her master, Zhuo Mulan, had sheltered her, and she had always been within the confines of the Chongxian Sect’s temples, each one a lavish and opulent sanctuary.

    And even when traveling, she had always been hosted by wealthy families and local officials.

    Although she knew about the “suffering of the common people,” knowing and seeing were two different things.

    While the lower classes suffered, those in the upper echelons only saw the glamour and prosperity around them… It was a common phenomenon.

    “Behind vermilion gates, wine and meat go to waste; out on the road lie the bones of the frozen dead,” Shi Hao sighed, “It’s always the common people who suffer the most. They feed the world, yet their lives are as worthless as weeds, easily discarded.”

    Du Yuejiao remained silent. Having left the Chongxian Sect and her master’s protection, traveling with Shi Hao and Xu Xiaoyan, she felt like she had entered a different world.

    These things had always been happening around her, but she had never truly noticed them.

    Shi Hao wore a blue Daoist robe embroidered with cranes. Daoist robes varied in color and style, with blue representing “imitating the heavens.”

    He carried a sword at his waist, but not the one forged by Daoist Tie Yu, which Xu Xiaoyan had claimed.

    He was dressed as a Daoist cultivator, while Du Yuejiao wore a simple but elegant dress embroidered with flowers, making her look like a young lady from a wealthy family.

    Xu Xiaoyan wore a green dress, her hair styled in a “hundred flowers bun” with braids framing her face, the seemingly ordinary “stick-sword” tucked into her sash.

    She had named it “Su Jian” (Plain Sword), a reference to the phrase “embracing simplicity and returning to nature,” without even asking for his permission. He let it go.

    The three of them were heading to the Wild Zen Forest for the Red Hill Gathering.

    Shi Hao had attended the previous gathering shortly after the last full moon, led by Xu Xiaoyan.

    Now, with the next gathering approaching, they had some free time and decided to attend again.

    Shi Hao had confirmed that of the four main immortal ingredients he needed for his next breakthrough, he could perhaps obtain the three Dream Grasses through Zhuo Mulan, but the Illusory Sea Lingzhi and the Azure Sky Vermilion Fruit he would have to find himself.

    After all, these were mid-rank ingredients, strictly controlled by the Chongxian Sect. Zhuo Mulan hadn’t reached her next breakthrough yet, and even if she had, those weren’t the ingredients she needed.

    And Xu Xiaoyan wanted to sell the Blue Frost Moon Essence Shoot and the Blazing Sky Leaves she had obtained.

    As they walked south, passing through a forest, Shi Hao suddenly stopped and turned.

    “What is it?” Du Yuejiao asked, looking back at him.

    Shi Hao stared at a pile of leaves at the base of a tree. Although the nights were getting cooler, it was still late summer, and there weren’t many fallen leaves in the forest.

    This pile seemed… deliberately placed, as if hiding something.

    Xu Xiaoyan leaped forward, drew her sword, and scattered the leaves, revealing a shallow grave, a woman’s body partially buried.

    The body was naked, a ligature mark around its neck, a torn, flower-embroidered dress lying beside it.

    It was clear what had happened to her before she died.

    Du Yuejiao’s eyebrow twitched, and she said angrily, “Who did this?”

    Xu Xiaoyan, after a moment of silence, covered the body with leaves again.

    “Let’s go,” she said, her voice subdued, not lingering.

    Shi Hao followed her. Du Yuejiao looked at them incredulously, “We’re just going to leave her here?”

    Xu Xiaoyan, without turning around, said, “She’s dead. What else can we do?”

    Du Yuejiao said, “We should at least find her family, return her body, and report this to the authorities… Even if they’re useless, we should still try to find the killer and bring him to justice.”

    Xu Xiaoyan snorted, “This happens all the time. Can you save everyone?”

    Du Yuejiao said coldly, “Even if we can’t solve every problem in the world, shouldn’t we at least try to do something? You always act so righteous, but you’re so cold-hearted.”

    Xu Xiaoyan sneered, “You’re wrong. I’m not a hero, just a thief. You’re the hero. You stay here and help her.”

    Du Yuejiao looked at Shi Hao, “Brother Shi…”

    Shi Hao hesitated. On the one hand, as Xiaoyan had said, such tragedies were common. They couldn’t save everyone.

    It wasn’t that Xiaoyan was cold-hearted. In fact, he knew she cared deeply, perhaps more than anyone. But having seen so much death and suffering in the martial world, she had become numb. It was a survival mechanism.

    And Du Yuejiao, being relatively new to the martial world, witnessing such a scene firsthand, was naturally shocked and wanted to do something.

    He understood Xu Xiaoyan’s reaction. He would have done the same.

    The world was descending into chaos. Even heroes couldn’t save everyone.

    They had witnessed the forced conscription of villagers earlier, knowing most of those men would die, but they hadn’t intervened.

    But he couldn’t fault Du Yuejiao for wanting to do something… even if it was just a naive impulse, an impulse she would eventually lose.

    And yet, despite knowing they should leave, they couldn’t shake their unease.

    Shi Hao looked at Xu Xiaoyan, “Let’s take her down the mountain to the nearest village and try to find her family.”

    Xu Xiaoyan remained silent, then turned back without a word.

    The two girls uncovered the body and dressed it in its torn clothes.

    Shi Hao examined the body, estimating she had been dead for three or four hours.

    She wasn’t unattractive, but her rough hands and unkempt appearance suggested she wasn’t from a wealthy family.

    She had likely been assaulted and killed on the road.

    Shi Hao lifted her body, and they left the forest.

    Reaching the nearest village, they were met with wary gazes.

    The villagers’ eyes, filled with fear and suspicion, made them uncomfortable.

    Du Yuejiao knocked on the door of a house.

    After a while, an old woman opened the door, a small, thin girl peering out from behind her.

    There were no men in the house. Perhaps they had been conscripted.

    “Madam,” Du Yuejiao asked, “Is she from your village?”

    The old woman looked at the body in Shi Hao’s arms, shook her head, and sighed, “No.”

    They asked at another house, but the answer was the same.

    In a small village like this, everyone knew each other.

    If she had been from here, they would have recognized her.

    They left the village, carrying the body.

    At the next village, they still couldn’t find her family.

    They hadn’t even found any clues, and most of the day had passed.

    As darkness approached, they buried the body in a shallow grave, marking it with a crude, wooden cross.

    They continued their journey to the Wild Zen Forest that night, their mood somber.

    The next morning, they reached a small town under a light drizzle, the air damp and chilly.

    They stopped at a teahouse in an alley to rest.

    Although it was morning, the sky was overcast.

    After a while, the teahouse filled with martial artists, two groups facing each other, their hostility evident.

    The teahouse owner fled, but the two groups ignored him, settling down at separate tables, drinking tea.

    Suddenly, they jumped up, shouting and cursing, tables and chairs overturned, weapons drawn. More men arrived, joining the fray, blades flashing, blood splattering.

    Perhaps because Shi Hao, Du Yuejiao, and Xu Xiaoyan remained seated, calm and unconcerned, the fighting didn’t reach their corner.

    Just yesterday, they had been saddened by a single, unclaimed body.

    Now, they were surrounded by corpses.

    They remembered the woman’s face, frozen in a mask of fear and despair.

    Some had died unwillingly, others defiantly.

    Perhaps… this was the jianghu, the martial world.