Chapter 129

130. Chapter 130: Revenge Begins

"Giddyup~!" "Giddyup~!"

Tall and robust horses galloped on the official road, their iron hooves trampling the ground, emitting a series of crisp hoofbeats. The dust kicked up had just risen into the air before being thrown far away.

Several vigorous figures rode the horses, galloping wildly toward Sanyang City.

After a full five days of recuperation, at the first light of the sixth day, the five of them—Zhao Ge, Zhao Qian, Rong Niang, Skinny Monkey, and Li Yi—set off from Youishui Town. They were fully prepared, and at this moment, they no longer hid their tracks or skulked about, but openly rode the horses, walked the official road, and headed straight for Sanyang City.

The purpose of this trip was only one: to avenge their shame.

During these nearly six days, Rong Niang and Skinny Monkey, nourished by the nutrient solution, had recovered seven or eight tenths of their injuries, and even fighting would not be a major issue. Master Zhao Ge had also recuperated quite well; although he still had some hidden injuries, he was much better than before, and the lost Qi and blood had been replenished significantly. He looked as if he had become several years younger, and although he had not returned to his peak, he estimated he had six or seven tenths of his strength.

As for Li Yi, the change was even greater. He achieved great success in Bone Cultivation in three days, his tendons, bones, and skin connected into one, and his divine strength erupted, forcing even Meridian-Cultivating experts to retreat. The remaining two days were spent with Master Zhao Ge feeding him moves, supplementing the deficiencies in his fighting style, and he was also taught several inherited killing moves of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School. His fighting technique had improved again, which made him very happy.

Zhao Qian's changes were also not small. She could already skillfully use the sniper rifle and could even quickly assemble and disassemble it. But for the sake of revenge, Li Yi also let her undergo live-fire training, firing a full twenty rounds of ordinary bullets. Although it pained him a bit, it was worth it; at the very least, she knew how to shoot at moving targets and had high accuracy.

During these six days, even that Eight-Treasure Deer seemed to have transformed.

The old deer followed behind Li Yi's black horse, jumping nimbly and lightly, its speed not slow at all, completely different from its previous gaunt, aged appearance.

This was not only because it had drunk the golden nutrient solution, but more importantly, every time Li Yi performed the Bone Observation cultivation technique in the room, this Eight-Treasure Deer would approach his side, absorbing cosmic energy. After several nights of recuperation, the Eight-Treasure Deer was reborn. Although it had not fully recovered, it was no longer in danger of losing its life.

"Meng De, your divine strength is astonishing, and your physique is invincible. When you encounter enemies, do not hesitate; kill them the moment you strike. Meridian-Cultivating martial artists have never fought someone like you. Once they clash, they will inevitably suffer. And once you gain the upper hand, do not let the opponent escape. You only need to kill one Meridian-Cultivating expert, and the path to breaking into Sanyang City will be open."

On the road, Zhao Ge rode his horse at full speed. His heart was surging, but out of caution, he couldn't help but urge Li Yi, fearing that Li Yi might be young and complacent, giving the enemy a chance to turn the tables.

"Master, rest assured. Once I strike, I will absolutely not let the opponent escape with their life," Li Yi said calmly.

He was not a villain from a TV show who liked to talk endlessly; he had always been decisive when acting. The only time he hesitated was when he killed the Meridian-Cultivating martial artist named Han Sui in the ruined temple, and the reason for that was because Rong Niang was being held hostage.

"Good. The blood feud of everyone in the Zhao Shiwu Arts School is entrusted to you, Meng De." Zhao Ge nodded, then looked to the other side: "Rong Niang, once you enter Sanyang City, no matter what happens, stay close to Meng De. He is not from Xingzhou and knows nothing about Sanyang City; you must remind him on the side."

"No problem, Master. After entering Sanyang City, wherever Senior Brother goes, I go," Rong Niang said.

"Skinny Monkey, protect Zhao Qian well. Her firearms are very important; they are our trump card and backup, and they must not be lost," Zhao Ge said again.

"No problem. I will definitely guard beside Little Senior Sister and will absolutely not let her lose a single hair," Skinny Monkey said, patting his chest.

Zhao Qian touched the sniper rifle on her back. She also understood that the burden on her was heavy. Brother Yi had entrusted such precious firearms to her, which was a sign of his trust in her, so she could not make any mistakes in this operation.

After giving simple instructions.

Zhao Ge said no more. From here on, everything depended on Meng De. As a master, there was very little he could do, and he couldn't help much. After all, his strength had not returned to its peak. If he fought a martial artist of the same realm, he would quickly be defeated and then be at the mercy of others. Therefore, he could only avoid causing trouble while raising the banner of the Master of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School to see if he could gather people's hearts.

Sanyang City was large.

He remembered that when he told all the disciples in the martial arts school to scatter and flee, perhaps some disciples were lucky enough to escape with their lives.

If he succeeded in his revenge and gathered the scattered people of the martial arts school, he could still accomplish things.

After running for about an hour or so.

In the distance.

A rather imposing ancient city appeared on the distant horizon.

"Is that Sanyang City?"

Li Yi had good eyesight. He looked up at the city in the distance, his heart somewhat excited.

This city was his first step in taking root and establishing himself in the four seas and eight continents.

He wanted to avenge his master and also carve out a world here. Only in this way, when the Heavenly Tilt event occurred in the future, would his relatives and friends have a way to retreat.

"Sanyang City has arrived." Zhao Ge looked at this familiar city, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

He practiced boxing in his childhood, was quite talented, became famous in his youth, and was already a Meridian-Cultivating expert in middle age. Later, he entered Sanyang City and built a martial arts school with his own two fists. Then, twenty years passed in a flash... until his later years, when he suffered misfortune, encountered a great catastrophe, was hunted down like a stray dog, driven out of the city, and fled for his life.

He thought his life as Zhao Ge would end like this, never expecting there would be a day to make a comeback.

If this time went smoothly and he rose again, it would truly be as Meng De said: in the future, there would only be one martial arts school in Sanyang City, and that would be his Zhao Shiwu Arts School.

"If I can truly take this city, I, Zhao Ge, will not have lived this life in vain."

Zhao Ge sighed secretly, but then he immediately said sternly: "Do not hesitate. Enter the city immediately and catch the opponent off guard. Those forces in Sanyang City all participated in the major event of swallowing the Zhao Shiwu Arts School. Now that they haven't obtained my head, no one is at ease. Right now, there must be eyes and ears everywhere near Sanyang City. We will be known the moment we show our faces."

"But they absolutely won't expect us to enter the city openly and directly. So, take action immediately while they are not prepared, and don't let them prepare or figure out our bottom line."

Since Li Yi wanted to take down two martial arts schools, he, as the master, had to arrange things properly. Even if he were to act like a brute, he had to have a method and couldn't just act recklessly.

Once Zhao Ge finished speaking, everyone rode their horses wildly again.

After a moment.

The group had already arrived in front of the city gate of Sanyang City.

At this moment, at the city gate, the crowd was surging, and people of all kinds were gathering. Although the world was difficult, Sanyang City still revealed a hint of prosperity, making people feel that perhaps everything was not so bad, and some places were still quite beautiful.

"Stop."

Suddenly, Zhao Ge's face changed. He reined in his horse, then quickly dismounted and walked toward a direction with large strides: "Everyone, come with me."

The others were puzzled, but when they looked in the direction Zhao Ge was looking, their faces changed drastically.

They saw that under the city wall of Sanyang City, there were cages made of refined iron placed there. Inside the cages were martial artists who had been tortured beyond recognition and were covered in blood. These martial artists were both male and female, and all very young, but they had all had their hands and feet broken, their large tendons severed, and their shoulder blades pierced by iron hooks, hanging in mid-air.

Although they still had life in them, they were not far from death.

Not only that, next to these iron cages, there were dozens of bloody heads placed casually. Some of those heads had eyes wide open in death, staring with ash-gray eyes, looking extremely terrifying.

And in front of these iron cages, there were more than a dozen people wearing tight clothes and steel swords hanging at their waists, guarding them, while also preventing some onlookers from approaching.

"These are all the remnants of the Zhao Family Martial Arts School. They have committed heinous crimes and deserve to die. If any of you know the whereabouts of other accomplices, you can come here to report them. As long as the information is true, you can receive ten taels of silver." At this moment, a martial artist shouted to the people entering and leaving Sanyang City on the side of the road.

However, the passersby only glanced at it and didn't dare to get involved, all leaving in a hurry.

Smart people knew that this reward money was not easy to take.

The Zhao Family Martial Arts School had occupied Sanyang City for twenty years and had deep roots. Although everyone was shouting for them to be beaten now, the master Zhao Ge was not dead, and no one dared to kick them while they were down at this time. If one day they made a comeback and settled accounts later, then today's ten taels of silver would become their death warrant.

And the person in charge was a Meridian-Cultivating martial artist from the Han Zhao Shiwu Arts School. His name was Han Ping, about thirty years old. At this moment, he had moved a grandmaster chair, set up a rain canopy, and was sitting in the shade, leisurely drinking tea.

Beside him were two young and beautiful maids serving him.

"If there is still no news of the remnants of the Zhao Shiwu Arts School today, then pick two more people from the cages and kill them. Kill two a day; I want to see if those remnants can sit still." Han Ping sneered at this moment: "All of you, be bolder. Don't be afraid of that old dog Zhao Ge. He is seriously injured and has damaged his spirit; he won't live for many days. Our Han and Jin families have already sent experts to hunt them down. I estimate that the old dog's head will be brought here soon."

"Once Zhao Ge's head arrives, the Zhao Shiwu Arts School will completely collapse, and those remnants will not be able to stir up any trouble once they lose their backbone."

Thinking of this, Han Ping felt a surge of joy in his heart.

Then he also entered his fantasy time.

If he could swallow the Zhao Shiwu Arts School this time, he, as a Meridian-Cultivating martial artist, would at least be able to get several shops. After having a stable income, he could marry a few more wives and take a few more concubines. Not bad, not bad. After today's business is done, he would go to the agency to take a look.

But Han Ping's fantasy time ended quickly.

"Ah!"

A scream suddenly came from not far away.

The disciple who was still shouting at the crowd just now fell to the ground with a bang, his face turning pale, and a mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth.

"Who dares to cause trouble? Don't you want to live? Daring to touch the people of my Sanyang City Han Zhao Shiwu Arts School." Han Ping woke up suddenly, then roared, his whole body's strength erupting, and he sprang up from his chair.

However, the next moment.

A strong and powerful hand grabbed his shoulder, pressing him back down forcefully.

"Hmm?"

Han Ping's face changed drastically, and he immediately felt a terrifying power coming from that palm.

"Seeking death."

Then Han Ping was even more furious, his whole body's force surging again. This time, as a Meridian-Cultivating martial artist, he exploded with all his strength, mobilizing all his skin, flesh, tendons, and bones, and his spine dragon pushed force layer by layer, determined to break free from the restraint.

However, even though his whole body's strength erupted and his power was extremely robust, he still couldn't break free and was still pressed firmly onto the chair.

And the chair did not break.

This kind of control over weight and lightness was shocking.

Han Ping's mind cleared a little, and he instantly broke into a cold sweat, realizing that he had encountered an expert. Then, he subconsciously looked back.

At this moment, he saw a tall young man wearing gorgeous clothes and a red cloak standing behind him, not knowing when he had arrived. A pair of eyes seemed to be shining in the sunlight, looking extraordinarily divine.

"Who are you?"

Han Ping swallowed, the panic in his eyes growing even more.

"Zhao Shiwu Arts School, Senior Brother, Li Yi." A cold voice revealed a biting killing intent.

"What? The closed-door disciple of that old thing Zhao Ge? This, this is impossible. When did he have a closed-door disciple?"

At this moment, there was no longer panic in Han Ping's eyes, but fear.

He was also born in a martial arts school and naturally knew what a "Senior Brother" meant.