Chapter 180: Heart-Shattering Powder

Upon hearing the report from his brother-in-law Xu Le, a satisfied smile appeared on Cheng Feng's face.

He thought to himself, "After the tempering of the Training Camp, this kid has truly become much more reliable in his work!"

Cheng Feng felt gratified by Xu Le's growth.

Previously, Cheng Feng had always harbored a worry in his heart—the number of mid-level members in the Hong Sect at the Skin Refining Realm was simply too small.

Although they already possessed a certain amount of territory, if they did not have enough strength to guard these territories, then everything was just empty talk.

He cast his gaze toward Sun Gui and the others, muttering silently in his heart: "I hope you can all break through to the Skin Refining Realm as soon as possible; otherwise, these old followers of mine will not be able to keep up with the pace of the Hong Sect."

The council hall of the Green Bamboo Gang.

Over a dozen people were seated in chairs arranged in order. These people varied in age, but without exception, they all exuded an extraordinary temperament. Some were young and vigorous, while others were steady and seasoned; every one of them radiated the unique aura of a Martial Artist.

Peng Yuyan sat high in the main seat, his deep eyes gazing calmly at those below, with not a ripple of emotion visible on his face.

At this moment, the people below were fiercely discussing a topic—the Hong Sect. This newly emerged force on their own territory had attracted everyone's attention.

Some advocated immediately dispatching men to have a real showdown with the Hong Sect; others believed that the Hong Sect had not yet crossed the line and was still in the buffer zone of the surrounding major gangs, so they should observe for a period of time first. Just as everyone was arguing endlessly, Peng Yuyan finally spoke.

"Enough! Stop arguing!" His voice was low and powerful, as if it contained endless majesty.

The entire scene instantly became deathly silent. Everyone looked toward this gang leader of several decades; his majesty was displayed to the fullest at this moment.

Peng Yuyan's gaze swept around the room, then he said slowly: "Regarding the Hong Sect, I want to show everyone something." As he spoke, he signaled to his subordinates beside him.

A subordinate was seen taking out a blade with clear finger indentations from behind him and passing it to every high-ranking member present to examine.

"This blade was left behind by that Sect Master named Cheng Feng after my son encountered the Hong Sect Leader while buying a woman at the Tooth Agency and was taught a lesson." Peng Yuyan's tone was flat, yet filled with power. He recounted the origin of this blade in detail.

The people at the table whispered among themselves. One Elder at the Blood Refining Realm said: "Bone Strength manifesting outside the body? If that is true, doesn't that mean Cheng Feng himself has already reached the Bone Refining Realm?"

Someone nearby shouted: "Impossible. Cheng Feng has only been studying the arts for a little over two years. Even a heaven-sent talent would not achieve a Bone Refining Martial Artist so quickly."

"Heh, kid, then you really are ignorant. Back in the day, I saw someone even more gifted than this in the Prefecture City—one year to reach Blood Refining, half a year to reach Bone Refining," an old man boasted about his experiences from his youth.

At this time, the discussion among the crowd grew louder and louder. Everyone felt shocked by Cheng Feng's performance. They all looked toward the strongest person in the Green Bamboo Gang—Peng Yuyan—wanting to hear what he had to say.

Peng Yuyan sighed inwardly; the result of this territory grab had caused the Green Bamboo Gang to lose all face.

But he still forced himself to smile calmly: "Truly, the younger generation is to be feared! I never expected that old fellow Wang Tieshan would quietly take in such a gifted disciple."

He paused, then continued: "However, the speed at which this kid's Martial Dao realm has improved is indeed somewhat surprising."

A trace of jealousy was revealed in his gaze, because he clearly realized that if a genius like Cheng Feng were given more time to grow, he would definitely become a hegemon in the future.

A fighting spirit could not help but surge in Peng Yuyan's heart. He really wanted to have a showdown with Cheng Feng to see just how strong this young man really was.

Yet Peng Yuyan knew deep down that although he had practiced for many years, if he were to truly fight Cheng Feng, he would likely struggle to win. If all methods were exhausted, it would be a draw, not to mention that old fellow Wang Tieshan was backing him.

Thinking of this, he could not help but sigh secretly.

Now he could only temporarily put aside this grudge and use the excuse that the Hong Sect had not crossed the line to suppress some of the voices within the gang.

This time, he was afraid he would have to purge a group of people.

"Since the Hong Sect has not crossed the line and Cheng Feng's information is unclear, we will temporarily remain still and see what the Hong Sect intends to do. Additionally, just in case, send more men to keep an eye on them; be relaxed on the outside but tight on the inside to prevent any mishaps," Peng Yuyan made his decision, and naturally, he would not drag his feet.

Everyone stood up and said: "As you command."

But no one noticed the fury in the eyes of a young man among the young radical faction: "Old thing, the Green Bamboo Gang will be finished sooner or later in your hands."

Wang Hao was the leader of the young faction of the Green Bamboo Gang.

He was also the grandson of the Blood Refining Perfection Elder, Wang Kuo.

When strength begins to level out, some ambitions begin to sprout.

Wang Hao had always believed that his grandfather's strength was no less than Peng Yuyan's. With such great strength, why not Expand?

The disciples below were suppressed and unable to move, their interests firmly held by these high-ranking officials who occupied positions without doing any work.

They dared not fight, and they would not let the people under them fight either.

How could a mere newly risen Hong Sect be so mysterious?

Had they forgotten how to use their usual displays of power and sinister methods?

Since that is the case, then I will clear this obstacle for the Green Bamboo Gang.

By then, won't I make your jaws drop in surprise?

Once Wang Hao had an idea in his heart, he naturally would not let it stop at just an idea.

Wang Kuo had only this one grandson under his knees; his son and daughter-in-law had met a tragic end due to persecution by enemies, so he naturally doted on him as a treasure in his old age.

This caused Wang Hao to develop a blindly spoiled temperament.

He took a tightly sealed bottle from the innermost box in his grandfather's study cabinet.

"Heart-Shattering Powder, it's you," Wang Hao looked at his grandfather's most prized collection.

According to Wang Kuo, this was a good item bought from the provincial capital.

Even a Blood Refining Late Stage Martial Artist would be finished after being struck by it; he thought it might come in handy in the future.

Wang Hao naturally knew his grandfather's intentions. If one were to talk about the position of the Green Bamboo Gang leader, if the strength were different, so be it; but if the strength were comparable, why not fight for it?

But after all, they were old brothers of many years. After Wang Kuo obtained the Heart-Shattering Powder by some twist of fate, he only kept it and did not use it, merely mentioning it a couple of times in front of his grandson. He never expected that Wang Hao would take it to heart.

Wang Hao thought to himself: "You always said that if you can't do it openly, you do it secretly, but now you won't use it. You really are a senile old fool."

Looking at the Heart-Shattering Powder in his hand, Wang Hao still felt uneasy.

He called his subordinates to accompany him to the Green Bamboo Gang dungeon.

He put a little Heart-Shattering Powder into the food delivered to a Skin Refining Perfection prisoner to test the efficacy of the drug.

Hiding in the corner, Wang Hao watched as the Skin Refining Perfection Martial Artist lost his breath while clutching his chest after a short while, and he smiled with satisfaction.

"It seems Grandfather was right; the power of this thing is indeed quite good. Hong Sect, you are in for a treat now."