Seeing What Shouldn't Be Seen

"Writing, I'm good at this."

Zhao Han smiled easily. This was as simple as chopping wood.

He walked out of the four-person dormitory and ran into Liang Feng.

Zhao Han cupped his fists. "Senior Brother Liang!"

"Little Zhao, I need to ask you something. Have you seen Junior Brother Dong? Oh, right, to you he's Senior Brother Dong. He's the tenth disciple Master took in."

"No, I've only been here two days. I don't know many people."

"I see. I understand. Keep practicing the Mad Saber Nine Forms then. I'll go ask someone else."

Watching Liang Feng leave, Zhao Han walked straight out of the martial arts school gate.

"What bad thing is this kid up to again?"

"His aura seems to have gotten much stronger. These young people nowadays, they really push themselves to the limit. Sigh, I'm too old to keep up."

Old Man Mi squinted, watching Zhao Han's retreating back, and once again felt Zhao Han was unusual.

"However, as long as you don't compete with me for Weird Artifacts, you can be the greatest prodigy, and I won't give you a second glance."

He arrived outside the abandoned house from last time and saw a piece of black, irregularly shaped wood on the ground. This kind of wood was quite rare, but he didn't pay it much mind.

But as soon as he got close to the wood, he stopped.

There seemed to be movement inside the house, like the sound of digging.

Zhao Han had been a Mine Slave before, so he had done a lot of digging. He recognized the sound immediately.

"Dig for me! This Huai Tree can generate Yin energy and cultivate mindless Ghost Heads. There must be something good here."

This was the voice of the Yin Tong Cult Hall Master.

They had captured a Lesser Ghost last night that could possess people and absorb their souls. They had also drugged and abducted young people from the slums.

Using the Yin energy connected by the Lesser Ghost, the five of them came to this abandoned house and discovered the Huai Tree.

The Huai Tree was Yin in nature and already had the ability to gather Yin energy.

But to cultivate Ghost souls, there must be something else. This was their true objective.

"Hmm? Something's wrong. Is someone outside?" The Hall Master suddenly frowned.

He had placed a piece of Yin wood outside, which could interact with the Yin Wood Jade Pendant he wore.

If Yang energy approached, some of the Yin wood's Yin energy would be dispersed by the Yang energy. When the Yang energy left, the Yin energy would return to its original state.

If a ghoul were to appear, the Yin energy would become even denser.

At the same time, his Yin Wood Jade Pendant would also sense it.

When no one was around, the Yin Wood Jade Pendant felt cool and comfortable, with the effect of calming the mind and nourishing the spirit.

When there were people, it would generate a burning sensation; when there were ghouls, it would become incomparably cold.

This was a reconnaissance and exploration item produced by the Yin Tong Cult, and only Hall Masters were allowed to wear it.

"It should be a Martial Artist!" The Hall Master's eyes flickered, contemplating whether to eliminate the person outside.

"Hall Master, I'll go kill that person." A cultist volunteered.

He was in the Skin Refining Realm, and killing an ordinary person was as easy as pie.

If the other party was a Martial Artist, he was confident he could hold them off, and then let the Hall Master deal with them.

"Alright, if the other party is also a Martial Artist, do not engage in a protracted battle, quickly..."

"Hmm?"

The Hall Master suddenly noticed the Yin energy in the jade pendant on his chest receding, and the Yang energy dissipating. It seemed the person had left.

But when he looked back, he realized the person hadn't left at all. Instead, they were standing on the wall, holding a steel saber and wearing a face mask and bamboo hat, watching the five people with great interest.

This attire undoubtedly marked them as a Martial Artist.

"Who are you? We are from the Yin Tong Cult. Please do not interfere or obstruct."

"Otherwise, even if we dig up your grave, we will unearth your underwear," the Hall Master threatened in a low voice.

The other four stopped digging and turned to look at Zhao Han vigilantly.

"Yin Tong Cult? Never heard of it."

"Wh-what, my Yin Tong Cult is famous, and you've never heard of us?"

The Hall Master looked puzzled. How could someone not have heard of the Yin Tong Cult?

After all, even beggars had heard of their great name.

"Do I need to know?"

Zhao Han looked at the corpse lying in the courtyard. He could vaguely recognize it as Dong Qiang's face.

It seemed Dong Qiang had not escaped his fated death and was killed by these people calling themselves the Yin Tong Cult.

He could only say he was unlucky. He didn't know if Yu Qiuyue had been killed by them. She was conscious and should have left, not being killed.

In the courtyard, half of the Huai Tree had been dug up.

Beside it, a small wooden platform held a Black Child, looking quite eerie.

"Heh heh, whether you know or not is irrelevant, but since you saw us at work, it becomes a problem."

"What, you want to kill me? Then I'll wait for you here. Come on!" Zhao Han said boastfully.

In reality, he was already clutching the Soft Muscle Powder, ready to throw it at any moment.

"Hmph, you coward hiding in the shadows, let me show you the might of my Yin Tong Cult."

"Attack!"

The Hall Master ordered his four subordinates to go first.

"Kid, you saw what you shouldn't have. Die!"

"Let me show you my Yin Tong Cult's Ghost Cry Saber Technique!"

The few men rapidly approached, preparing to leap up and surround Zhao Han.

"Take this!"

He casually threw the Soft Muscle Powder in his hand, hitting them directly in the face.

"Ah, damn it... This is Soft Muscle Powder!"

"Good kid, you actually drugged us."

"Heh heh heh, my Yin Tong Cult fears no poison."

To their surprise, the four men showed no fear. Instead, they took out porcelain bottles from their chests with great interest, poured out brown pellets the size of soybeans, and ate them.

"This is an Antidote Pill, it can inhibit all poisons!"

The Gang Members explained with cold laughter, wanting to see Zhao Han's plan fail and his expression turn panicked.

However, that did not happen. Instead, Zhao Han's eyes grew even brighter.

"It seems the things from your Yin Tong Cult are quite good!"

Zhao Han's eyes lit up. This stuff was great; he had to get his hands on it.

"Four individuals at the Skin Refining Realm. Perfect for me to adapt to my recent realm's improvement."

Zhao Han leaped down and unleashed a powerful downward strike, Forceful Cleave of Mount Hua.

"Clang!"

The cultist who was struck immediately raised his saber to meet the blow, but the immense force that followed directly bent his arm.

The steel saber fell straight down. A bloodline appeared on the cultist's body, his eyes wide open, dying with regrets.

One strike to instantly kill one person was enough to prove Zhao Han's might.

Muscle Refining Realm!

"You're actually in the Muscle Refining Realm!" The Hall Master's pupils contracted. He truly hadn't expected that a random passerby would be a Muscle Refining Realm expert, on the same level as him.

"Is the Muscle Refining Realm that rare? Your Yin Tong Cult is truly making a fuss over nothing," Zhao Han said casually, then continued to attack the other three.

"Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave, First Wave!"

Zhao Han directly used his killing move.

The first saber strike swept out, like waves crashing against the shore, surging and powerful, possessing an unshakeable might.

The cultists who became the targets were terrified and swung their swords forward with all their might to block, but it was ultimately futile.

The first strike severed the sword in his hand, then sliced open his abdomen, and his intestines and blood instantly spilled all over the ground.

He himself collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain for the mere few dozen seconds he had left.

Having killed two more, the Hall Master couldn't sit still. He drew his soft sword from his waist, stepped forward, and charged, his aura fierce, clearly a skilled fighter within the Muscle Refining Realm.

"Are you also in the Muscle Refining Realm? Perfect, I'll use you as a whetstone!"