Chapter 45

Boom! It was like a thunderous explosion in the void.

"Break for me!"

With a thunderous explosion, that invisible Heavenly Gate instantly exploded. Immediately afterward, a majestic internal energy wandered through the limbs and bones, circulating through the twelve standard meridians of the whole body.

The whole body's energy rippled, setting off a strong wind, blowing away all the tables and chairs in the room. If an outsider saw this, they would definitely shout: "Internal energy release!"

This was the sign of the Small Heavenly Circuit, which also meant that internal energy cultivation had broken through to the first-class level of the Jianghu.

"Hahaha!"

Laughing loudly, the entire branch heard it.

"That is Junior Brother Su's laughter, it seems to have come from his branch."

"Junior Brother Su, did he encounter any good things?"

"This internal energy, so strong!"

The disciples staying at the Huashan Branch stopped their movements one after another and looked in a certain direction.

Ding!

And Zhang Meng, who was guiding some outer sect junior brothers in practicing sword, suddenly had a bit of dullness on his face.

"This is a breakthrough. The internal breath is so continuous; Junior Brother Su's internal energy is truly unfathomable."

Zhang Meng sighed, but he was also happy. In this way, they had two first-class experts sitting in town here.

Even before long, Senior Brother Fan Ming would also break through. Three first-class experts, and they were not ordinary first-class experts. It could be said that compared to those first-class forces in the Jianghu, they were not inferior at all.

With Junior Brother Su becoming the Huashan Young Sect Leader, Liaodong had gradually entered the eyes of the Central Plains martial arts world.

Even some forces began to tentatively come to Liaodong. They discovered that although it was bitter and cold here, it was located at the border, and there were quite a few places to make money.

Therefore, a portion of Jianghu people gradually poured in.

Even not long ago, some first-class experts came to Liaodong, and Zhang Meng was also somewhat nervous.

If there were three first-class experts sitting in town, plus the deterrence of the Huashan Sect, then they believed that no one would dare to have any ideas here.

"Junior Brother! You broke through?"

Su Fan came out, and Zhang Meng immediately stepped forward, his face somewhat excited.

"Haha! Not bad, luckily broke through."

Su Fan was also full of smiles. He had been in Liaodong for two years, and finally broke through to first-class. This was also thanks to the Chongyang Inscription he obtained from the Ancient Tomb in Zhongnan Mountain.

The internal cultivation method of the "Nine Yin Manual" was much faster than the Huashan Sect's internal cultivation method in accumulating internal energy.

Although the Zixia Divine Skill had high special effects, in terms of accumulating internal energy, it was really not good. Even compared to the Primordial Technique, it was a few points worse. Originally, the Primordial Technique had no advantage in accumulating internal energy.

Of course, the breakthrough could not be separated from the assistance of the Small Origin Pills. He took both Small Origin Pills, and with the help of that majestic vital energy, he broke through the barrier of the Small Heavenly Circuit in one fell swoop and broke the Small Heavenly Gate.

Internal energy broke through, becoming first-class in the Jianghu.

"Congratulations to Senior Brother (Junior Brother) for breaking through."

Other outer sect disciples, now knowing the news of Su Fan's breakthrough, also stepped forward to congratulate him one after another.

They were also sincerely happy.

Regarding Su Fan, they had no jealousy, because the gap was too large.

Look at Su Fan's age—only twenty years old, and his cultivation broke through the Small Heavenly Circuit. In terms of ability, he built such a large industry.

Being named the next Sect Leader by the Sect Leader, no one had any objections. Instead, they were also happy. After all, being close to the water gets the moon first; they were close to Su Fan on weekdays.

If Su Fan became Sect Leader in the future, wouldn't these people be able to obtain more benefits?

"Senior Brother Zhang, during the days I was in seclusion, did any major events happen?"

"No, it's just that recently, more and more Jianghu people are coming to Liaodong, and even a batch of martial arts people have come to the guard city at the foot of our mountain."

"Oh! Is that so?"

Su Fan heard this and did not care. He knew that it was impossible to hide this place forever. After his identity was exposed, all parties would definitely come to check.

The border was bitter and cold, but that was only for the bottom-level people. People with brains and strength could definitely live more comfortably here.

Not to mention anything else, just the heads of the Tatars were very valuable. One could be exchanged for twenty or thirty taels of silver.

For ordinary bottom-level military households, it was very hard to cut off a Tatar head, but for those Jianghu people, even if they were unranked, if they lurked and ambushed, cutting off a few heads was definitely no problem.

Over a year, not to mention how many, getting one or two hundred taels of silver was definitely no problem. This was already not small.

Look at those outer sect disciples of the Huashan Sect—how much silver could they earn in a year? Not much either.

In the past, these Jianghu people never thought about it. After all, in their eyes, the government was evil, and the military officers and officials at the border were the eagles and dogs of the Imperial Court, so they would be even less likely to come into contact.

In this way, how could they know some policies at the border?

So more and more Jianghu people came to make a living. Don't think of those Jianghu people as very beautiful—what robbing the rich to help the poor, what eating meat and drinking wine in big bowls.

The loose cultivators in the Jianghu were actually also very pitiful. Those whose strength was insufficient could only act as guards for the house.

They were only a little better than poor farmers, had no silver, and originally practicing martial arts consumed money and food.

Look at Yan Zhendong who practiced Iron Cloth Shirt in "Once Upon a Time in China"—one could see that as an expert who was considered an expert in the world of Wong Fei-hung, he almost went to beg for food.

Coming here to make a living, Su Fan did not care much. Bottom-level Jianghu people had no threat to them, but instead would be even more beneficial.

After all, the more chaotic the grassland, the happier Su Fan was. If someone dared to have ideas about the Jurchen, that would be the best.

"Are there disciples from other sects arriving?" Su Fan was more concerned about whether those major forces had intervened. Only these people would affect his layout.

Because these people had strength and vision, if they intervened vigorously, they would likely destroy his previous plans.

"Temporarily, it seems I haven't encountered any." Zhang Meng shook his head.

"Then continue to increase the inspection, and once discovered, immediately let people report."

"In addition, Senior Brother Zhang, you send people to do a reward, rewarding Jurchen heads, the same as Tatar heads."

Regarding the Jianzhou Guard, Su Fan did not deal with it before, and later the government sent an order, telling him not to have any more actions.

Su Fan knew that his conflict with the Jian slaves was known by the Liaodong Military Government.

The order of the Liaodong Governor's Office, Su Fan also had to execute. After all, his identity on the surface was the Vice Thousand-Household of the Shenyang Guard.

But just letting the Jian slaves go like this, he was not reconciled. When he had nothing to do, he sent these disciples of the Huashan Sect to ambush and kill a few Jian slaves.

Over these days, they had killed more than a hundred regular soldiers of the Jian slaves.

Now that more martial arts people had arrived, as the local snake, he could better utilize these people. As for some silver, Su Fan did not care at all.

His business, even if it could not compare to the Jin merchants, was not much worse. He had already contacted the major clans in the Southeast. The fur and herbs on his side, plus private salt, could be said to have money flowing in continuously.