A Kindhearted Yin Tong Cult

While eating dinner in the mess hall, Zhao Han ate a few mouthfuls and stopped.

The effect of the Energy Pill hadn't worn off yet, so he could eat less.

But once the effect ended, tomorrow would be uncertain.

Zhao Han didn't know how much people in the Muscle Refining Realm ate, but he guessed it wasn't as outrageous as Li Dalong, the Hall Master of Poison Dragon Hall.

It wouldn't be very little either; he'd definitely need to eat two pounds of meat per meal.

Eating in the mess hall clearly wouldn't satisfy him.

"Where's Senior Brother Dong? I haven't seen him today."

"Probably attending a social event. You know Senior Brother Dong is in the Skin Refining Realm and young."

"Speaking of which, Senior Brother Dong has an unrequited love for Senior Sister Yu. It's a pity the Yu Family is so powerful; Senior Sister Yu would never fall for his ordinary family background."

"I like Senior Sister Yu too, but I haven't even reached the Skin Refining Realm. How could I catch her eye?"

Hearing people discuss Senior Brother Dong and Senior Sister Yu, Zhao Han chuckled.

Your so-called Senior Brother Dong is probably still in a coma, and Senior Sister Yu was also seriously injured and her face is swollen like a pig's head.

The night passed without incident. The next day.

A major incident occurred in the slums not far behind the Mad Saber Martial Arts School. Several beggars died tragically, all of them suddenly dying in their sleep at night.

One beggar, who went out to urinate at night, witnessed the entire event.

These beggars rushed to the County Yamen to report the crime, but they were all driven out by the Yamen runners.

"A bunch of stinking beggars, claiming to be killed by ghosts when they starved to death. Only you could come up with such an outrageous lie. Keep spreading rumors, and your heads might not be safe."

"Get lost. This is a restricted area of the County Yamen. How can you trespass? If you dirty the ground by staying here, who will sweep it?"

A group of Yamen runners shouted arrogantly. The beggars could only retreat helplessly.

"What should we do? The Yamen runners don't believe us."

"We saw that strange person killing people with our own eyes last night. He even sucked the life out of them. Why don't they believe us?"

"We're just beggars. What we say is worthless. How can we make the Yamen runners believe us? Sigh..."

The beggars helplessly walked into an alley, preparing to pack their belongings and move out of the slums.

They couldn't stay in the slums anymore.

Unexpectedly, after only a few steps, they saw five strange people wearing black robes and face masks in the middle of summer walking towards them.

One person led the way, and four others carried a wooden board on which sat a Clay Statue of Yin Child.

The five people chanted their slogans incessantly:

"The heavens have died, the Yin heavens shall rise!"

"Great calamity is upon us, the world is filled with ghosts!"

"The Holy Child is born, the Bright King shall appear!"

"Only our Holy Child can save the people and destroy the ghosts!"

"This, this, these look like cultists from the Yin Tong Cult?"

"Quick, get away from them, don't get involved."

The beggars scrambled to the side, watching the Yin Tong Cultists leave.

Unexpectedly, the Yin Tong Cultists stopped in the middle of the road.

Then, with only their eyes visible, they stared directly at the group of beggars.

"My Yin Tong Cult saves people from suffering, we are for the people, and our enemy is the ghost."

"I see many of you have encountered ghosts recently. My Yin Tong Cult will not charge a single coin, we will eliminate ghosts for free."

"Furthermore, as long as you tell us where the ghost is, you will each receive Five Copper Coins."

The Leader said enticingly in a calm tone. Finally, he took out a Money Bag containing fifty coins and dangled it before them.

"Clink, clink, clink..."

The sound of copper coins hitting each other rang out.

"Gulp..."

The beggars were stunned by this grand gesture and couldn't help but swallow.

They had thought the Yin Tong Cult was a Devilish Heresy suppressed by the County Yamen, but it turned out they actually gave money.

"Is, is it true?" One beggar, unable to resist the temptation, stared intently at the copper coins and asked.

"The Yin Tong Cult benefits all living beings, saving people and destroying ghosts. You can take your Five Copper Coins right now." The Leader said with a smile, taking five coins from the Money Bag and handing them over.

"It's really money, th-this is great."

The beggar who received the money was overjoyed.

The other beggars also stepped forward, reaching out to take the money.

Five Copper Coins was not a small amount; it was enough for them to live frugally for ten days without starving.

"Sir, that Ghost is in the Slums, but it only appears at night. If you go now, you won't see it."

"That's right, I saw it suck a person's soul with my own eyes. In the end, that beggar died in his sleep with a blank expression."

The Leader showed a "Nuclear Goodness" expression: "I know what you've said. Take us there now, and our Holy Cult will definitely help you deal with it."

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!" everyone thanked him repeatedly.

They didn't want to move either. Although there were many slums in the city, the poor also needed to band together for warmth.

If these people went to someone else's territory, they would inevitably be ostracized.

Arriving at the Slums, the Leader observed his surroundings and then smiled: "We will wait here. When the Ghost comes to us automatically at night, revealing its true form, we will capture it then."

After speaking, these Cultists began to observe the poor people in this slum.

There were beggars, Refugees, thugs, fugitives, and so on, and quite a few young people among them.

These were all resources needed by the Holy Cult.

"I'll have someone go buy some steamed buns for you to eat. Wang Cai, go buy them." The Leader gave a Cultist a look.

"Yes, Hall Master!"

Immediately, an elder beggar with considerable prestige knelt down and said, "On behalf of the three hundred people in the Slums, I thank you, sir, for your selfless distribution of food."

"Not at all. Get up. In front of our Holy Cult, everyone is equal; there is no need for kneeling and kowtowing."

That night, the Ghost came, and in the eyes of the beggars, it was subdued by the Holy Cult's Leader and disappeared strangely.

The poor people could finally sleep soundly.

Especially after eating the steamed buns, they were very sleepy.

What they didn't notice was that also disappearing that night were quite a few young people, from about ten to twenty years old.

On this day, Zhao Han went around the city asking if anyone was selling Pythons.

He found that no one was selling Pythons; they were all immediately bought by the Poisonous Snake Gang's Gang Leader.

Because of this, Zhao Han had to inquire about the places where Pythons appeared, or ask which snake catchers were skilled at hunting Pythons.

After inquiring, he found that these snake catchers all worked for the Poisonous Snake Gang and would not sell Pythons to outsiders at all.

However, he did find out about the places where Pythons often appeared: in the Gutter Cave on the East Side, they could be seen from time to time.

But he still needed a guide, otherwise, he might get lost. However, the guide was currently leading someone else and wouldn't be back until the afternoon of the day after tomorrow.

He had to put it off for now.

In the afternoon, Zhao Han got ready. He bought some Realgar Powder to ward off snakes, some Poison Sting for applying poison, and some Medicinal Powder to counteract snake venom.

Then he returned to the martial arts hall and practiced the Mad Saber Nine Forms a bit under others' watchful eyes before going back to his bed to rest. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The next day, Zhao Han found that there was really nothing to do when he was idle, so he opened his spatial dimension to check.

"Since Snake-Style Deft Hand and Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave haven't progressed, I'll take a look at this martial art."

Zhao Han took out the Yu Family Saber Technique.

[Scanning...]

Yu Family Saber Technique [Unsimplified, Unranked]

"Simplify!"

Five Taels of Silver were gone. Zhao Han had nothing else to practice, and with plenty of time, he decided to go with the "Too Many Skills, Not Mastered" approach.

[Simplification successful]

Yu Family Saber Technique [Simplified, Unranked, Not Mastered 0/10, write the character '余' ten times on the ground with a saber]