To Cleave Open Half the Sky

The mountain road wound on, wheels rumbling.

After half a day of fear and anxiety, everyone finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Third Senior Brother, do you think the Master will come save us?"

Inside the pitch-black prison cage, a disciple asked uneasily.

Third Senior Brother did not answer.

He was resting with his eyes closed, circulating the cultivation art within his body.

"Diligence Makes Up for Dullness, a hundred practices a day."

"Golden Ape Earth-Splitting Art, experience +3."

After two rounds, he was drained of strength and breath.

Su Xinghe looked at the panel in his mind.

Martial realm progress bar: Bone Forging 83%

Without Bone-Forging Pills, relying on his own Qi-Blood to recover, even with the Three-Cylinder Engine running, he would still need roughly half a month to reach Eighth Rank.

But now was a good chance to escape.

Outside, there was only one Ninth-Rank Martial Warrior from the manor and four ordinary guards carrying blades.

Yet he did not move.

Along the way, Su Xinghe had figured something out.

From the Great River Gang to the White Ape Martial Academy, no matter how he hid, he could not escape this calamity. Ever since the battle at Clearwater River that day, the fate of the entire Brokerage Guild had already been sealed.

Rather than wait for the butcher's blade to fall, it was better to rise up and resist.

As long as he did not step into the open, his family would not be implicated.

From the conversation outside just now, he had learned the foundations of this mountain stronghold. There were only three Ninth-Rank chieftains; everyone else was an ordinary bandit.

Since he had decided to resist, then he would start with this accomplice of a mountain stronghold!

Just as he completed