Once the initiation ceremony was complete, Zhao Tianhu also took part in it and joined the Black Flood Dragon Gang alongside him.
Now that Wang Xingjian was officially a member of the Black Flood Dragon Gang, his attitude became even more enthusiastic.
The moment Zou Feng stepped out of Loyalty and Righteousness Hall, Wang Xingjian presented him with a list of cultivation techniques available for selection.
"Brother, take your time looking through them in the pavilion. I've already had someone prepare some spiritual tea."
"It's fine if you can't decide right away. Take a few days to think it over."
"Once you've made your choice, brothers in the gang who have already cultivated that technique will share their experience free of charge and help you get started as soon as possible."
"Even if you encounter a bottleneck later on, you can still seek their guidance."
That was another major benefit of joining a gang: there was no need to formally take anyone as one's master.
The members all addressed one another as brothers, helping each other, sharing hardships and blessings alike.
Of course, whether the word "superficial" needed to be added before "brothers" was another matter entirely.
Zou Feng nodded. "Thank you for the trouble, Brother Wang!"
"I already told you, we're brothers. What are you being polite for?" Wang Xingjian said, feigning displeasure.
Zou Feng wasted no more time and quickly entered the pavilion to sit down.
Hopefully, just as he had expected, there would be plenty of sinister techniques to choose from.
Though the odds of finding poison arts manuals were rather low.
Back at the Ghost Market, Zhang Ye of the Black Flood Dragon Gang had stopped him because he wanted to hire him, a poison cultivator, for some work.
So either the Black Flood Dragon Gang