Xuan Yang Sect.
In the dead of night, a figure flew out of the sect and darted into a dense forest a hundred miles away.
The figure was Hu Yang. Having fully recovered and successfully reached Level 40, he began another massacre.
The forest grew noisy through the night, and only when dawn broke did Hu Yang leave and return to the sect.
He still staggered about, drinking himself into oblivion.
Yun Chenzi, who had come to deliver healing pills, set the pills down. He glanced at Hu Yang drinking on the bed and let out another sigh.
"Alas..."
He turned to leave.
Just then, Hu Yang's voice sounded behind him.
"Thank you!"
Hearing this, Yun Chenzi stopped and turned around.
"What did you say?"
Hu Yang said nothing more and continued drinking alone. Yun Chenzi shook his head with a bitter smile before vanishing.
Over the next half year, Hu Yang spent his days drinking himself into decadence and his nights leaving the sect to slaughter.
Before he knew it, he had reached Level 49, only to encounter another bottleneck that stopped his progress.
Hu Yang did not care. One day, he left a letter behind and departed from the Xuan Yang Sect.
On the road, he encountered the frantic Zhang Yu. Neither greeted the other, and they passed by like strangers.
Zhang Yu headed south, while Hu Yang headed north.
To the south lay Yu City, where the Zhang Family was located. Since Zhang Yu was in such a hurry, something terrible must have happened to the Zhang Family.
And that was indeed the case. The Zhang Family was facing tribulation. Overnight, corpses covered the ground, and Zhang Yu, who was in the Purple Lotus Palace, was the only survivor.
Disciples of the Purple Lotus Palace passing through