For the Secret Transmission

Chu Qing walked outside the city.

Along both sides of the road stood thatched huts everywhere.

Some were pitch-black, some glimmered with dim lamplight, and people inside ate, drank, and made merry.

Looking at the endless stretch of thatched huts, Chu Qing frowned.

Trying to find a few people from the desert in a place like this was truly harder than climbing to Heaven.

"Little by little!"

"No matter how many people there are, I'll investigate them one by one!"

"For the secret transmission!"

One...

Ten...

Chu Qing checked every thatched hut with lights on.

Then he asked about people from the desert.

Some said they did not know.

Others said, "Just now, someone else was looking for news about people from the desert too!"

"But we really don't know!"

"Which city is the desert?"

Many people had never traveled far in their entire lives.

The furthest they had ever gone was from a County Town or prefectural city to the provincial capital.

They did not even know what the desert was.

Many could not even imagine a place where yellow sand covered the ground as far as the eye could see.

Chu Qing was not discouraged.

He questioned them slowly.

The secret transmission of the Five Viscera and Six Bowels carried by those desert people was a rare opportunity.

He had to seize it.

More than an hour later:

Firelight soared into the sky ahead.

Faint shouts of battle rang out.

Less than half a minute after Chu Qing heard the fighting, the cries abruptly vanished.

Something was wrong!

Chu Qing's heart stirred, and he immediately rushed over.

When he reached the destination, he found that a small tavern was on fire.

Many men lay there missing arms and legs, and some were already dead.

A widow held a