Chapter 338: Huang Feihong: Since it is like this, let me step out a new path

That is all.

These are the gangs and halls that Huang Feihong carefully selected for being less wicked, yet are they all this unbearable?

"Heh... Master Huang, you don't actually take those slogans meant to fool fools seriously, do you? You really want to support the people?"

The one speaking was a man with a sturdy build; the five fingers resting on the tabletop had thick skin and flesh, looking like eagle claws.

He was the hall master of the Eagle Claw Hall.

A look of dissatisfaction surfaced in his eyes as he looked at the silent Huang Feihong.

They had all already followed the Five Tigers Hall's lead and expressed their willingness to yield a portion of their shares to Baozhilin, yet Huang Feihong still maintained this attitude.

Could it be that he wanted to be like the foreigners and open his mouth like a lion?

Hmph! If things really fall apart, the Eagle Claw Hall has eight hundred disciples; even if you, Huang Feihong, have Internal Kung Fu to protect your body, we can still exhaust you to death.

Although they had witnessed the wonders of Internal Kung Fu,

this Internal Energy Heart Method from the Yiren World was, after all, not a miraculous pill that could bring the dead back to life or regrow flesh on bones.

If Huang Feihong truly did not know what was good for him, they had no need to be polite.

Huang Feihong was expressionless and asked, "Is the slogan of supporting the people fake?"

During this time,

he had been in contact with Chen Duo the longest. Although the little girl seemed slightly slow-witted, the knowledge in her head was very rich, and she said it was all content she learned during her spare time at An Bao.

The Yiren World had also experienced a situation like the one Qing Guo was in now, where the great building was about to collapse, but in the end, they successfully drove out the foreign enemies.

This allowed Huang Feihong to see hope, no longer as lost as he was before, which is why he took the initiative to contact various gangs and hall masters, wanting to gather everyone's strength to realize the wish in his heart together.

It was just unexpected that reality would be such a scene.

"Master Huang, although we respect you for being peerless in both medicine and martial arts, for your Shadowless Kick being able to split monuments and shatter stones, and for your integrity in refusing to be corrupted with us..."

The Five Tigers Hall master stopped pretending and directly tore off the mask, saying, "But, the talk you mentioned about wanting to expel the foreigners—have you practiced your martial arts until you've gone mad?"

"Once the foreigners leave the port, the Tatar Iron Army of Qing Guo will press over. At that time, the rulers above our heads will simply change from foreign skin to wild boar skin. Is there any difference?"

The coastal gangs and hall masters were able to develop to such a large scale and influence, even vaguely controlling the entire great city, precisely because the foreigners' strong ships and powerful guns kept the Qing Guo Tatars from daring to intervene.

If they really drove the foreigners away, the Tatar Iron Cavalry would come to reap the benefits, and at that time, all the gangs and halls would be smashed to pieces.

Never mind the disciples under them, even they, the hall masters, would have nothing to eat! Huang Feihong's gaze was calm as he said, "Then we fight. The Tatars have long since rotted. We can even drive away the foreigners; are we really going to be afraid of wild boars?"

If the rotten Qing court cannot protect the people and can only ride on the people's heads to act as tyrants, then we should just eliminate them.

"It seems Master Huang is truly mad. Farewell!"

The Five Tigers Hall master cupped his hands in a salute and glanced at Huang Feihong mockingly,

then turned and left.

The other hall masters also rose from their seats one after another. In the blink of an eye, only Huang Feihong remained alone in the lively restaurant private room.

That leader of the Eagle Claw Hall left last, using a gaze as sinister as an eagle's, as if he wanted to peck the flesh off Huang Feihong's body.

"Heh... madman!"

He sneered in his heart.

In this day and age, both inside and outside the pass—whether it was the north inside the pass ruled by the Tatar Iron Cavalry or the outside of the pass ravaged by foreigners—there were wicked people everywhere, and opium dens and gambling houses everywhere.

A single puff of smoke could break up a family, and a single die could make a gambler sell his children.

Even the Emperor himself smoked opium, and high-ranking court officials were frantically hoarding wealth, selling the common people to the West to dig gold mines and build railroads...

Relying on you, Huang Feihong, do you want to turn the world upside down?

The American foreigners, the Western foreigners, the Tatar Iron Army, gangs, halls, high officials, noble families...

To drive all these people away, how Sharp a blade is needed, and how many fine heads?

Unless the suffering-relieving Guanshiyin Pusa manifests, or Jiutian Dangmo Zushi is reincarnated, who could do it? That would be turning the world upside down and reshaping the universe!

The Qing Guo, rotten for hundreds of years, had long had its iron cavalry trample the spines of the common people, who were just scraping by, a bunch of fools who would rush to take out a steamed bun to dip in blood upon seeing a fellow man get his head chopped off.

Expecting these people to save the world?

Huang Feihong was indeed a madman, an evil madman who had practiced martial arts until he suffered a cultivation deviation.

I do not know when,

but heavy rain poured down, and the old streets were soon submerged by accumulated water.

Huang Feihong walked back to Baozhilin, dripping wet, and stood in the courtyard in silence for a long time.

"It should not be like this, and it cannot be like this."

After changing his clothes, Huang Feihong sat in the study, flipping through the various books Chen Duo had brought him.

In his eyes, the value of these books far exceeded the Internal Energy Heart Method; it was as if, once he thoroughly understood the medical book on the left, he could easily build a modern hospital and greatly reduce the injuries and illnesses of the Qing Guo people. Clearly, hope was right before his eyes; the darkest night also meant the appearance of Dawn.

Patter.

An inconspicuous book fell to the ground.

Huang Feihong bent down to pick it up, glanced at it casually, and was immediately attracted by the content, throwing away his favorite medical book.

He did not sleep all night,

and it was not until his disciples were doing their morning exercises that they discovered the oil lamp in the study had been lit all night.

Huang Feihong walked out of the study with disheveled hair, but his eyes were bright and spirited, with no trace of yesterday's decadence.

"A revolutionary?"

Huang Feihong muttered to himself, raised his head, and looked at the rising morning sun, as if seeing a smooth path reaching the sky.

"Since it is the darkest night, then let me be the first spark, becoming the pioneer who ignites the darkness."

Even if I am smashed to pieces, there will still be those who come after.

"Liang Kuan, A Rong, come with me."

"Where is Master going?"

"Go to the Five Tigers Hall first, cripple the master of the Five Tigers Hall, and bring all their forces under the banner of Baozhilin."

Huang Feihong's eyes were piercing, like two flames rising in the darkness.

A revolutionary needs more than just gentleness, respect, frugality, and humility; they must also possess thunderous means, to riot, and to burn as fiercely as a wildfire.

With the Nine Suns Divine Art protecting his body, he was the strongest in the world; if others were unwilling to listen to reason, he was also slightly proficient in fisticuffs.

……

"You will die, Akaza, hurry and say you want to become a Pillar!"

Beside the tracks of the Infinite Train,

the morning sun gradually rose.

Akaza was trapped in the center of an array, bound by countless yellow Talismans, unable to move.

He watched as the sunlight was about to fall upon his body.

"I actually lost to a human?"

Akaza could not believe it; his messy cherry-colored short hair was covered in scorched marks.

As an Upper Rank Demon Moon,

he had challenged countless strong opponents and had never known defeat; if not for his disgust at the feeling of eating humans, he could have become even stronger.

Nearby,

the Flame Hashira was heavily injured, but none of the wounds were fatal, and he could still barely stand.

Tanjiro and Nezuko fought side by side, erupting with combat power that surpassed an ordinary Pillar-level Swordsman.

Furthermore,

there were various Talismans and spells that countered demons, all of which were game items Kagaya Ubuyashiki had purchased for Tanjiro using his few remaining family assets.

Finally, there was the Stone Hashira Gyomei Himejima, who had rushed to assist, defeating the demon with his near-overwhelming immense strength and rock-like body.

This was all to thoroughly take down an Upper Rank Demon and boost morale.

In the hundreds of years of recorded history, the Demon Slayer Corps had killed countless Lower Rank Demon Moons, but had never once killed an Upper Rank.

And now, this battle signaled that from today on, the situation between the Demon Slayer Corps and Muzan Kibutsuji would be completely reversed.

"Oyakata-sama has given every Pillar-level Swordsman an item condensed from his own demon-hunting power, capable of sensing the level of a demon's evil."

The Akaza before them,

even after becoming a demon, had not caused mass slaughter and possessed the possibility of being redeemed.

Therefore, the Flame Hashira Kyojuro Rengoku did not take the opportunity to kill his opponent, but instead asked for the other's wishes.

Tanjiro looked at the frantically struggling Akaza and shook his head, saying: "A green-quality Demon-Locking Array; if you were in your prime state, you might have been able to break free, but you are in your weakest state right now..."

"The Demon-Locking Array can block Muzan Kibutsuji's perception; in your current state, you should be able to roughly recall your human memories, right?"

(End of chapter)