Chương 138: Secret Anecdotes of the Martial World

Qinghe County. With a massive sum in hand, Song Que wasn't in a hurry to return home. He dropped by to visit Old Yun on the way, entrusting the Sea of Clouds Pavilion to import a batch of medicinal herbs and forging materials before returning to Plum Manor. Having a group of blacksmiths on hand, he wanted to custom-forge a few large axes for himself and Xiong Ba to practice with. It was best to use profound iron; the heavier, the better, so they would have some impact when swung.

That night, Grandee Song secretly slipped up to the Black Iron Stronghold again. The massive mountain that was the Demonic Cult felt like a thorn in his back, making him restless. He needed to seek out Old Nie for some intelligence. Nie Feng's family had a profound heritage; his understanding of this kind of information was probably far superior to Old Wu's group....

"Young Master, is there a matter bringing you to find me?" Looking at Old Nie, whose head was starting to become shiny and black, Song Que smiled in satisfaction:"Old Nie, I'm almost not going to recognize you with this appearance! Perhaps it won't be long before you can freely appear in front of everyone."

"Haha, I still have to thank the Young Master for bestowing the martial arts upon me." Having taken a broad-minded view of his appearance, Nie Feng found no issue with it and readily rubbed his bald head with a smile. He had actually grown addicted to rubbing it lately; it felt cool, pleasant, and exceptionally comfortable.

"Old Nie, let me ask you. How much do you understand about the Demonic Cult?"

"Young Master, why do you ask this? Have you encountered people from the Demonic Cult?" Nie Feng asked, his expression changing. Song Que then slowly recounted the events that had transpired in Yellow Leaf Town.

"This matter is troublesome!" Old Nie said gravely.

"The Demonic Cult originated in ancient times and is not much inferior to the Buddhist and Daoist factions. They operate primarily in the northern regions, and their influence spans across the entire Heavenly Wolf Nation and several surrounding smaller nations."

"In our Southern Region, we have the behemoth that is the TaiYi Family, so they haven't dared to extend their reach here; there is only a small branch of the Poison Sect active. But looking at it now, that isn't the case; their tentacles have stretched all the way here." Nie Feng paused for a moment before continuing:"I've only read about the Demonic Cult in books. It originated from the Demon Ancestor and later splintered into various sects.

Currently, 'Demonic Cult' is a collective term for nine sects: the Yin Luo Faction, the Corpse-Driving Faction, the Joyous Union Faction, the Heavenly Ghost Sect, the Blood Demon Cult, the Illusory Spirit Sect, the Emotionless Sect, the God-Slaying Sect, and the Heavenly Poison Sect."

"The vast majority of these sects have Grandmaster-level experts holding the fort, making their strength utterly terrifying. Fortunately, the members of the Demonic Cult vie for power and profit, and they despise each other, so they cannot truly unite as one. Otherwise, the world would be in grave danger."

"The Blood Demon Cult you mentioned, Young Master, is one of the Nine Demons. The practitioners of their sect cultivate arts that specifically absorb people's essence and energy to increase their cultivation. Not only are they hunted down by the orthodox and righteous paths, but even members of the Demonic Cult do not harbor them. You don't have to worry about facing retaliation from the other sects."

"However, you cannot be careless. Their power is not ordinary, and their experts are numerous. In my opinion, it would be best for you, Young Master, to temporarily avoid them for a while to guard against the unexpected." Speaking up to this point, he smiled bitterly:"Our Chen family was also wiped out because we were framed for colluding with the Blood Demon Cult. It seems there is no smoke without fire. They have been active in this area for a long time; it's not like others were completely oblivious."

Hearing Old Nie recount the power of the Demonic Cult, Boss Song was so frightened his legs nearly gave out. Thank goodness! Thank goodness! Patting his chest to calm his shock, Grandee Song said with a wry smile:"Even if it's just the Blood Demon Cult alone, our situation is quite worrying!" Nie Feng felt equally heavy-hearted but still tried to console him:"Young Master, you don't need to worry too much.

The Blood Demon Cult probably only has a few scattered individuals in this Southern Region; they wouldn't dare be too ostentatious. This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. As you said, the Six Doors will soon follow up and investigate this matter. Perhaps the demonic practitioners will flee upon hearing the news. Once that thing matures in a while, it's not like we won't have the power to resist."

"Sigh, what's done is done, so be it. It's still because my strength is lacking! If we were like Master Zhi Kong of Lingying Temple or Alliance Leader Zhao of the Jiujiang Alliance, we wouldn't need to be this worried now," Song Que couldn't help but fantasize.

"Haha, Young Master, you are still young. Who's to say you won't surpass them in the future?"

"Hehe, I believe so too." Boss Song had never lacked confidence in himself and quickly tossed his worries to the back of his mind.

"Old Nie, you mentioned the Demonic Cult has a Heavenly Ghost Sect. Do they specialize in raising ghosts?" Faced with his young master's curiosity, Nie Feng didn't feel annoyed:"What's so surprising about this? Raising ghosts, driving ghosts—demonic practitioners have a multitude of methods. There are only things we can't imagine, no bizarre deeds they can't accomplish.

I've even heard rumors that practitioners of the Corpse-Driving Faction, upon reaching the pinnacle, turn themselves into zombies, and the people of the Heavenly Ghost Sect dedicate themselves to refining themselves into ghosts. It truly is a myriad of bizarre phenomena, making it difficult to guard against."

"Tsk, tsk..." Hearing Old Nie's words, Grandee Song couldn't help but admire this group of freaks. If anyone wants to refine themselves into a corpse, isn't it simple? Just go out onto the street and take a saber strike; wouldn't your wish be fulfilled? Perhaps in the future, I should encourage these people with peculiar brain circuits to write a book. The title could tentatively be 'Demonic Practitioners Seek Death Again' or 'A Million Ways to Die'. The sales would probably be incredibly promising!

"Old Nie, you are truly well-read and knowledgeable. You know everything! I admire you!" Being praised by the Young Master, Nie Feng felt slightly embarrassed:"The Young Master overpraises me. It's mainly because when I had nothing to do in the past, I often read the 'Martial World Chronicles', so I have some understanding of the movements within the martial world."

"Martial World Chronicles? What kind of book is that? Where is it sold?" Song Que asked curiously.

"Young Master, the Martial World Chronicles is a type of monthly publication. The Ends of the Earth Sea Pavilion gathers intelligence from all over the martial world and compiles it to publish news. A thin book of about twenty pages sells for one hundred taels of silver. It's not sold in the Commandery City. If you want to buy it, you have to place an order at the Ends of the Earth Sea Pavilion's branches located in the prefectural capitals or key cities and towns." Oh my god!!!

There are already newspapers in this era?! Could it be that another transmigrator arrived before Boss Song, possessing such era-surpassing thinking? Song Que felt immense admiration for the seniors of that Ends of the Earth Sea Pavilion. He then frowned in distress:"How did your Chen family subscribe to it? Do they deliver it to your door? Even for an extra fee? If I want to buy it, I can't possibly run to the Yangnan Prefecture to pick it up every month!"

"Young Master, they won't deliver it to you. But if you want to buy it, you can entrust the Yun family to do it," Nie Feng replied with a smile. Song Que's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands:"That's right! I can't believe Old Yun didn't mention this to me before!"

"Hehehe, he probably forgot. Not many people in the commandery city care about this anyway. After all, many people never leave the Yangnan Circuit in their entire lives; the martial world is too distant for them. Knowing the factions surrounding them is enough for them." Grandee Song quite agreed with this reasoning. It seemed he had to make another trip to find Old Yun tomorrow! Old Yun truly looks down on people! Doesn't he know that Boss Song's goal is the sea of stars?

How can I break out of this small pond of Lingjiang without listening to the news of the world?! Having obtained the information he wanted, even though the shadow of the Blood Demon still loomed over his head, Song Que felt satisfied. After helping Nie Feng treat his body once more, he secretly returned to Plum Manor under the cover of night without alarming anyone.... The Fierce Tiger Gang. At this moment, Lu Tianxiong's family was busy comforting his sister and her son.

"Brother, you must help my Old Feng! My husband loves to act chivalrously and uphold justice! In the town, whoever mentions the Black Tiger Gang gives a thumbs up in praise! This was all a frame-up by those malicious villains! Now Old Feng has been arrested, and the entire estate has been sealed. Brother, if you don't help us, A'Hu and I won't be able to survive!" Madam Feng hugged her brother, crying her heart out. From last night until now, she had experienced what could only be described as a tragedy.

Originally the noble Gang Leader's wife, she now didn't even dare return to Yellow Leaf Town. She was certain those unruly commoners would throw rocks, rotten vegetables, and stinky eggs at her until she had had enough. Seeing that the situation was dire, the mother and son had to hurriedly pack up and flee to the County City this morning to seek help from her brother. Young Master Feng Hu wasn't faring any better. Losing everything overnight made him feel like he had fallen from heaven into an abyss.

Unable to hold back his sobs, he cried out:"Uncle, Cousin Zhongkang, you have to avenge me! It was all that bastard Song Que taking revenge on our family!" Towards Boss Song, who had once beaten him, Feng Hu held an unforgettable grudge. Because this person was present last night, Young Master Hu didn't doubt for a second that everything was orchestrated by him to seize their Feng family's assets. Didn't they see them dividing up and completely emptying out the entire Black Tiger Gang today?!

All of that was Young Master Hu's hard-earned blood and sweat money!

"Alright, Aunt, Cousin. We still need to inquire clearly about the specifics of the situation. It's late now. First thing tomorrow morning, I will find Young Master Wu of the Wu family to inquire about the ins and outs. If possible, we will bring him out immediately. It's late today; Uncle will likely have to suffer a bit of grievance for one night." Hearing his son's clear and logical analysis, Lu Tianxiong nodded in gratification and said:"Zhongkang is right. Xiaofeng, don't be in a hurry to worry.

Rest and recuperate your energy with peace of mind. I will help you inquire clearly tomorrow. With me here, Feng Han will be fine." With her brother's guarantee, Madam Feng and Feng Hu felt much better. Having been living in fear all day, the mother and son were also exhausted, so they bid farewell and returned to their rooms to rest. Only the father and son remained in the room. Lu Tianxiong then spoke in a deep voice:"Zhongkang, find the Wu family kid tomorrow and see what's going on.

This brat Song Que truly acts with utter disregard for the law! Does he think that with Lingying Temple protecting him, no one dares to touch him? Lord Dong and Hall Master Lin have both previously asked me to deal with this person. It seems this old man now has a reason to make a move."

"Understood, Father! Tomorrow I will have someone thoroughly investigate this person's whereabouts. The moment he appears, I will notify you immediately." Old Lu was extremely satisfied upon hearing this. What bullsh t Four Young Masters of Qinghe?! Those three little brats combined can't hold a candle to my son! The Fierce Tiger Gang has a worthy successor, and this old man is utterly at peace. *