Chapter 110

When the sun rose, firecracker sounds came from many places in Bai Shi Workshop.

"Uncle Yang, it's not New Year's or a festival, why is everyone setting off firecrackers?"

Xu Qing was startled by the sound and pushed the door out, only to see that the family of Uncle Yang across the street was also setting off firecrackers.

Uncle Yang laughed loudly: "Li Sanhe was beaten to death by someone, and those beasts of the Sanhe Gang have all run away. Don't you think we should set off firecrackers to celebrate?"

"Li Sanhe is dead?"

Xu Qing widened her eyes.

Had this beast, who had brought disaster to the village for more than ten years, finally died?

"It should be celebrated!"

Saying this, not caring about cooking for Xu Yang, she ran to a shop not far away and bought a string of firecrackers to light.

Over the years, few people in Bai Shi Workshop hadn't been oppressed by the Sanhe Gang. Even if Xu Yang had become a martial artist and the Sanhe Gang didn't dare to harass her, she didn't dare to go out randomly.

"This girl!"

Firecrackers were also being set off at his own door. Xu Yang's cultivation was affected, so he had to stop the Turtle-Snake Stance.

"Brother, Li Sanhe is dead!"

Seeing Xu Yang come out, Xu Qing immediately excitedly told him the news that Li Sanhe was dead.

"Li Sanhe is dead? That's really great!" Xu Yang also showed a happy look.

"It might be a bit chaotic in the next few days, don't go out randomly." He warned!

Many people in the Sanhe Gang were thugs from nearby villages. In the past, they followed Li Sanhe to bully others, and with Li Sanhe, a martial artist at the major success stage of Qi Gathering, everyone could only swallow their anger.

Now that Li Sanhe was dead and there was no martial artist, these people of the Sanhe Gang would probably be liquidated.

As for how Li Sanhe died and who killed him, no one pursued it at all.

"Mm, I understand."

Without waiting for a few days, before Xu Yang had even gone out, the villagers seeking revenge had already gathered and began to look for the gang members of the Sanhe Gang who hadn't had time to leave.

It was said that in the three places of Bai Shi Workshop, Li Family Village, and Big Tree Village, several people were beaten to death alive, and more than a dozen had their hands and feet crippled.

In the afternoon, Xu Yang also heard a piece of news: Li Sanhe's old mother, who celebrated her birthday twice a year, was hanged to death on a tree outside the house by a group of villagers, and the house was also burned down by a fire.

Time flew by. Three days later, Zhang Yong, Zhang Hong, and other Weiyuan Hall disciples left under the leadership of Sun Tao to carry out a five-day sweep of the mountain.

For a time, there were fewer people in the inner courtyard, and it was much quieter.

This day, when he returned home, he heard bad news: the Sanhe Gang was gone, but the Zhang Si Shui Gang had come to take over the Sanhe Gang's territory, and the villagers of Bai Shi Workshop still had to pay the residence fee.

"It's impossible to kill them all!"

Xu Yang was also powerless. After killing one Sanhe Gang, another Zhang Si Shui Gang came.

Even if he wiped out the Zhang Si Shui Gang again, other gangs would appear. He didn't want to stand out, as long as the Zhang Si Shui Gang didn't come to find trouble with him.

Time passed slowly. Before five days had passed, just on the fourth day, some disciples who participated in the sweep of the mountain returned.

To be precise, they were carried back.

Xue Fangsheng!

One of his arms had disappeared, one thigh was wrapped in thick bandages, and his robe was stained with blood. He was carried back by the two people who had teamed up with him to sweep the mountain. His expression was pale, and it looked like he was crippled.

The two people didn't look much better than him; their clothes were tattered, and there were terrifying claw marks on their chests, abdomens, and backs. What was slightly better was that their injuries weren't fatal and could recover in ten days or half a month.

"How did it become like this?"

Lin Shi was startled and walked out of his courtyard, frowning at the appearance of the three.

After checking, he knew that Xue Fangsheng was crippled.

Not only was one arm gone, but the tendons of that leg had also been bitten off, and medicine was useless.

Xue Fangsheng's expression was miserable. They had been promised that the Hall Master would follow, but when they encountered powerful exotic beasts, no Hall Master appeared to rescue them.

"Reporting to Master, we encountered an exotic beast comparable to the major success stage of Qi Gathering."

Although Fang Xing was covered in injuries, his expression was somewhat excited: "We beat it to death."

He and another senior brother named Xiong Kui had won the bet. At the cost of Xue Fangsheng being crippled, they killed an exotic beast comparable to the major success stage of Qi Gathering. That exotic beast could sell for about three hundred taels of silver. Even if the three of them split it, he could get about one hundred taels.

With this money, reaching the major success stage of Qi Gathering before the Martial Scholar examination wouldn't be a problem.

The only one who lost the bet was Xue Fangsheng. Even if he got the money, he was crippled for life.

One was crippled, but two more people could succeed in the Martial Scholar examination. Overall, it was still good. Most people envied Fang Xing and Xiong Kui for successfully risking their lives and obtaining the opportunity for the Martial Scholar examination.

As for the crippled Xue Fangsheng, apart from his own regret, no one would feel sad for him, and he didn't become a negative example.

In the eyes of most people, it was still his lack of strength; otherwise, why did the three of them encounter the exotic beast together, and the other two weren't crippled, but you, Xue Fangsheng, were?

"One hundred taels, made a big profit."

Even Qiu Wenjie, who had been very clear-headed before, showed envy when he heard that each person could get nearly one hundred taels.

Xu Yang watched the excitement for a while and then returned to the corner to continue practicing fist techniques.

The palm print left by Li Sanhe had almost disappeared. With the money obtained from Li Sanhe, his cultivation had improved rapidly these past few days.

Three taels of silver per set of Qi-Benefiting Powder, he bought one set every day these past few days, and every meal was exotic beast meat.

Because of this, the time for practicing martial arts became longer, and the progress of the cultivation method was also gratifying.

Lin Shi sent someone to notify Xue Fangsheng's family, and soon someone came to carry him away. Fang Xing and Xiong Kui also left to deal with their injuries, and the inner courtyard disciples became quiet again.

"Sigh..."

Lin Shi had seen too many such things, but at this moment, he was also somewhat touched, and his conscience was stirred.

This master of his wasn't considered competent; he hadn't guided his disciples in practicing martial arts for a long time. Although there was no kowtowing or tea, they were ultimately calling him Master.

So he didn't leave immediately, but wandered around the inner courtyard, occasionally pointing out the mistakes of his disciples.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, his gaze was attracted by a figure.

Seeing this disciple practicing fist techniques, his punches were soft and powerless, his force was floating, as if he hadn't eaten, and that stance seemed to be not even as good as the outer courtyard disciples.

"Xu Yang!"

He remembered that this disciple was named Xu Yang, one of the first batch of disciples sent by the Huang family. His talent seemed quite good, and several breakthroughs were chasing after Lu Ren.

If he dared to fight in this sweep of the mountain training, there might not be no hope for the Martial Scholar examination, but the other party didn't go; he was cowardly.

Looking at Xu Yang's fist technique again, he understood why Xu Yang didn't go. The extremely rigid and fierce Mountain-Shaking Xiong Quan had actually been practiced into flowery fists and embroidered legs, without the heart and spirit that a martial artist should have.

How could such a person dare to risk his life in the mountain?

"Practicing the Mountain-Shaking Xiong Quan like this is simply a disgrace."

Lin Shi was furious and wanted to go over to teach this disciple a lesson.

"Hmm, no, I remember this Xu Yang had long ago comprehended the Exploding Bear Force."

But just as he took a step, he reacted. How could the fist technique of someone who had comprehended the Exploding Bear Force be so soft and powerless?

Lin Shi stopped his footsteps and looked carefully again.

Seeing Xu Yang's fist technique, although it was still soft and powerless and had no grand momentum, under his careful observation, he discovered that when Xu Yang threw a punch, there was a hidden force that was difficult to detect, lurking in his flesh and blood, containing it without releasing it.

"Wind-Thunder Force!"

Lin Shi widened his eyes, and his breathing was somewhat disordered for a time.

As a marrow-cleansing expert who had practiced the Mountain-Shaking Xiong Quan for decades, he finally understood why Xu Yang's fist technique looked soft and powerless.

Wind-Thunder Force!

Only those who had comprehended the mystery of the Wind-Thunder Force of the Mountain-Shaking Xiong Quan could make the extremely rigid and fierce Mountain-Shaking Xiong Quan look soft and powerless.

This cowardly disciple who didn't dare to go up the mountain to risk his life actually had such good comprehension. Still at the early stage of Qi Gathering, he had actually comprehended the mystery of internal force and practiced the Wind-Thunder Force.

In the entire inner courtyard, this was absolutely the only person who had practiced the Wind-Thunder Force.

Even Sun Tao, the disciple who kowtowed and served him tea, and Jiang Ping and Gu Fang, who had practiced martial arts for nearly two years, hadn't practiced the Wind-Thunder Force.

As a master, he didn't even know when such a person had appeared under his sect.

"You... when did you practice it?"

Lin Shi couldn't help it anymore and walked over with large strides.

Xu Yang cupped his hands and said: "Reporting to Master, it was a few days ago."

He knew Lin Shi was talking about the Wind-Thunder Force, and he didn't say it was several months ago, which would be too shocking and too high-profile.

He wasn't surprised by this. Unless he didn't practice fist techniques in the Weiyuan Hall, the matter of practicing the Wind-Thunder Force would sooner or later be discovered by Lin Shi.

"I didn't expect that I would also misjudge. Your comprehension is actually so good."

Lin Shi looked Xu Yang up and down, and all kinds of thoughts emerged in his heart. Should he accept him as a personal disciple?

But thinking that Xu Yang didn't stimulate his fighting spirit even after being abandoned by the Huang family, and didn't dare to go into the mountain to fight even after mastering the Wind-Thunder Force, he gave up this idea.

Even after comprehending the Wind-Thunder Force, he didn't dare to come and report to him, this master. ===== CHAPTER 111 =====