Dongwu Stockade had been in an uproar all night.
Many cultivators had not slept a wink. Quite a few families had hidden in their cellars, trembling with fear.
Silently praying to Heaven and Earth.
Life in the Outer Region was difficult. Unable to enter a sect's blessed land, a rogue cultivator stronghold like Dongwu Stockade was already the best home they could hope for.
No one wanted their home to be swallowed by war and strife.
When dawn began to break, the ox carts that appeared punctually in every street and alley each day were nowhere to be seen.
Even the matrons and young wives carrying night soil buckets out felt strangely unsettled.
Wang Chen, however, left home early as usual.
To have breakfast.
Last night, he had turned Changle Gambling House upside down, killing more than thirty Three Rivers Society members.
There had also been over a dozen cultivators from the Dongwu Guard Hall.
A total of 368 points of Heavenly Merit!
That battle had not only brought Wang Chen plentiful gains, but had also dealt the Three Rivers Society a severe blow.
That fellow who had once swaggered so arrogantly before him had now been reduced to drifting ash!
For every grievance, redress; for every enmity, vengeance. Wang Chen's thoughts had become clear and unblocked.
After the battle last night, he had slipped back home and slept soundly. This morning, he woke feeling refreshed from head to toe.
His mind was full and clear as crystal!
For the past half year, Wang Chen had been taking Dragon Tiger Spirit Strengthening Soup to aid his cultivation of the Heavenly Dragon Vajra Righteous Dharma.
Although the medicinal soup was quite effective, prolonged use had caused a trace of restless heat to accumulate within him, one that he could neither refine