The General's Temple Wasn't Short of Money

Tang Changsheng moved with swift, fierce precision. He looked less like a human than a tiger or a leopard. A figure drenched in blood stumbled out of the woods. Tang Changsheng eased the grip of his hand, which could have snapped bone, and caught the figure by the shoulder instead.

The stranger was already gravely wounded and nearly collapsed on the spot. If Tang Changsheng had not held her up, she would have fallen to the ground, unable to rise.

"Who are you? Why have you trespassed on my Yin-Yang Mountain?" Tang Changsheng could faintly sense something familiar about her.

She was a cultivator too!

"Help me, help me..." As she spoke, she pulled out a bloodstained chain bearing a tiny gourd carved from crystal.

Tang Changsheng had a chain just like it. He had found it in the hand of a dead man the last time he went to rescue Song Da.

He knew exactly where the chain came from. It was a token passed down through the Gourd Islet lineage!

And Gourd Islet was a branch of the General's Temple!

Gourd Islet, the General's Temple, Three-Course Dam, Dead Man Mountain. Enter none of these four places, lest you pass through the Ghost Gate!

For hundreds of years, these four places had been known as the Lower River region's most dangerous grounds. Each had its share of fearsome tales and legends.

"Are you from the Gourd Islet lineage?" Tang Changsheng demanded.

"No... Da Xiang was taken..." She fainted before she could say more.

Da Xiang?

Tang Changsheng vaguely knew him as the leader, or perhaps the strategist, of the tomb robbers who had come looking for trouble with him last time.

From what Tang Changsheng understood of the old rules of the martial world, Da Xiang was not a