Chapter 376: The Lone Star of Heavenly Disaster, Hua Yingxiong

At the very moment the middle-aged man was about to Liaojie his own life, he suddenly awoke from that voice, his eyes filled with confusion: "What am I doing?"

"Wait, no!? This old woman wants to harm me!"

The middle-aged man reacted abruptly, turned his long sword around, glared at the old woman, and barked sharply: "Who are you? Why do you want to take the life of me, Hua Yingxiong?" His words carried an irresistible majesty and immense momentum, causing the old woman to feel a chill in her heart, as if she were standing amidst a flurry of sword light.

As it turned out, this middle-aged man was the owner of Zhonghua Lou in Chinatown, and he was none other than Hua Yingxiong, who had once stirred up the martial arts world and caused massive waves.

He had risen like a comet in the Edo, carving out a great reputation, only to withdraw from the Edo later due to various circumstances, leaving people to sigh with regret.

A few days ago, "Lohan," a close friend who had known Hua Yingxiong for decades, was brutally murdered by the Heilong Society. Before dying, he had left behind a letter, telling him to come here to find this old woman.

This old woman was proficient in the art of divination; she had calculated every twist and turn of Hua Yingxiong's first half of life without a single error. Finally, she made him realize that the root of all this was caused by his own "Mingsha" fate, thereby guiding him to commit suicide.

But at the moment he was about to succeed, he was interrupted by someone.

Otherwise, a generation of martial arts Grandmaster would have died just like that, in such an inexplicable way.

The old woman did not hide anything and revealed her true identity, saying grimly: "This old woman is the 'Q'-level assassin under the Heilong Siling—Mingsha. Hua Yingxiong, you dare to make an enemy of the Heilong Society and kill people of the Heilong Society, so I have come specifically to take your life."

The Heilong Society was a massive organization spanning the West; after the Rakshasa Gate was destroyed by Yu Liancheng, its influence even began to spread to the East.

The Heilong Siling was the boss of the Heilong Society. Under his command were four levels of assassins, namely "A", "K", "Q", and "J", with four people in each level. These sixteen people were the elite of the elite of the Heilong Society, each possessing unique skills and extremely high martial arts. For many years, they had assisted the Heilong Siling, which was one of the reasons the Heilong Society was able to grow and strengthen so rapidly.

The old woman Mingsha shifted her gaze toward the stairs, a sinister murderous intent appearing on her aged face: "I do not know which expert has arrived, but I ask you to step out and meet."

It was precisely because that person had spoken to interrupt her that her efforts had fallen short, and she was naturally filled with intense resentment.

"Oh, Mingsha, I have heard of you. You are the right-hand woman of the Heilong Siling, most skilled in the way of divination." Two figures walked out slowly; they were a man and a woman.

The man was dressed in a black suit, his long hair draped over his shoulders, cascading like a waterfall, his face incomparably handsome. The woman was tall and wore a high-slit dress, a section of her white-jade-like calves appearing and disappearing from view.

"Yu Liancheng, it is you!" Mingsha's pupils dilated.

"Many thanks to Mr. Yu for saving my life." Hua Yingxiong cupped his hands in a salute to Yu Liancheng.

He also recognized this person.

Or rather, in these past few days, anyone with even slightly well-informed sources could see this figure in all the major newspapers.

"Hua Yingxiong, do you know why your relatives and friends were harmed?" Yu Liancheng looked at Hua Yingxiong, his eyes distant and profound, as if he had seen through all the Xuanji and mysteries of the world.

"Please, Mr. Yu, enlighten me." Hua Yingxiong felt extremely lost at this moment; although Mingsha was deceiving him, her words were strangely seductive.

"To speak broadly, the world is murky and order has collapsed. We are currently in a period of change unseen in a century, which is naturally accompanied by chaos unseen in a century. Everything you have encountered is merely a speck of dust in this era. Tragedies like this are truly countless; they existed in the past, they exist now, and they will certainly continue to exist in the future."

Yu Liancheng spoke eloquently: "To speak narrowly, it is because you are too weak. It is because of your weakness that you cannot protect your relatives and friends. If you were truly invincible in the world, who would dare to harm you? You could just crush them with a flip of your palm."

"Instead of believing in the so-called 'Mingsha' fate, you would be better off believing that these Anglo-Saxon white people are born as disasters, robbers, and bandits. Whether it was the accidental death of your parents or the death of your friend Lohan, were they not all caused by them? They claim to be the masters of this land and expel the Chinese, but did they not slaughter the indigenous people to the last and then occupy this place?"

As Yu Liancheng spoke eloquently, Mingsha frowned; although her name was Mingsha, she was a bona fide white American.

The other party not only questioned her art of divination but also slandered the great Meilijian, causing a faint anger to ignite in her heart.

Hua Yingxiong's expression changed constantly; although he had walked out of Mingsha's seduction, the other party's judgment of him had already penetrated deep into his soul and marrow.

And these words from Yu Liancheng made his mind shake even more, yet he was unable to distinguish right from wrong for a moment.

After a long while, Hua Yingxiong said: "Then in Mr. Yu's view, what should Hua do?"

Yu Liancheng said: "Since personal tragedy is caused by the turmoil of the era, the instability of the nation, and one's own insufficient strength, one must naturally devote oneself to learning martial arts, improving one's cultivation, expelling the foreign powers, sweeping across the world, pacifying the nation, and reshaping the universe."

Although the words were light, they fell upon Hua Yingxiong's ears like a thunderclap on flat ground.

"Expel the foreign powers, sweep across the world. Pacify the nation, reshape the universe."

Hua Yingxiong whispered to himself, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if he had found a new path in life, and then he respectfully cupped his hands to Yu Liancheng: "Many thanks to Brother Yu for your guidance; Hua Yingxiong will never forget this."

To him, it seemed that these words from Yu Liancheng made him more grateful than saving his life.

A smile curled at the corner of Yu Liancheng's mouth as he said: "As the saying goes, a single tree cannot support a house. Hero, although your martial arts are high, you are alone and it is difficult to accomplish great things. Why not join the Qinglong Society? It is in need of experts like you, and you will surely be able to display your talents to the fullest then."

Yunluo Gongzhu covered her mouth and chuckled; this guy Yu Liancheng had finally revealed his true purpose.

As far as she knew, this Hua Yingxiong was also a top expert who Buju the rain of bullets, his strength on par with Wudi. Once he joined the Qinglong Society, it would greatly boost the power of the Qinglong Society.

Of course, this guy might indeed be a Mingsha, but that did not matter. A Mingsha not only curses relatives and friends but also curses opponents and enemies.

If utilized properly, he would be a great weapon.

"No, he is a Mingsha. If you get close to him, you will die a horrible death, you will die a horrible death."

Mingsha's face was twisted, her voice incomparably shrill, her withered palms grasping at the air as if she were an evil ghost from hell. She issued the deepest, most venomous curse, making one's hair stand on end.

Yu Liancheng smiled: "Then do you believe that I will make you die a horrible death right now?"

A wisp of murderous intent flowed, and Mingsha's shrill scream stopped instantly, like a hen whose throat was being pinched; her face flushed red, and she began to cough incessantly.

She could naturally feel that what the other party said was certainly not a lie.

No one wanted to die, and she was no exception.

Fortunately, Yu Liancheng did not continue to press the matter, only asking indifferently: "Have you ever performed divination for the Heilong Siling?"