Revenge

Even after just crossing over, facing the aggressive Twin Snake Gang, Qin Yang had never suffered such a major loss.

Though the Twin Snake Gang couldn't compare to the Other Shore Cult, it still infuriated Qin Yang.

"Uncle Qian, let's hire a few more guards first."

"With things so chaotic now, the pharmacy and restaurant also need people watching over them."

Qin Yang added.

Cultivating at Qin Manor, he didn't have the energy to personally oversee the shops outside, so he had to increase manpower for now.

Qian Hai nodded. "Then we'll have to look for people at the martial arts schools, but the price might be a bit higher."

"Money isn't the issue; reliability is. I need people who dare to fight and charge in."

Qin Yang said firmly.

"No problem. Those young lads at the martial arts schools are all hot-blooded and ruthless."

"I'll go find a few right away."

Qian Hai agreed that this couldn't be delayed.

After losing two guards, even counting himself, Qin Manor only had four guards left.

In the increasingly chaotic outer city, that was far from enough.

"Once we've hired enough people, we'll deal with Fortune Restaurant and Dashan Pharmacy."

Qin Yang said softly.

This kind of thing couldn't be rushed.

Qian Hai left first to find people at the martial arts schools.

Linjiang City had martial arts schools of all sizes, mostly run by old Boxing Masters in the city. Pay some money, and you could learn some martial arts.

Qian Hai happened to know a few small school owners; going to talk to them and finding people wouldn't be a problem.

Qin Yang sat alone in the hall, pondering.

"After today, the outer city will only get more chaotic."

"If too many Blood Moving Martial Artists die, it might become harder and harder to suppress those rioters."

"And there's the Other Shore Cult stirring things up behind the scenes."

Qin Yang frowned slightly.

There was nothing he could do to solve this.

The times were too chaotic; even scraping together a meal had become a luxury. It was only natural for those starving commoners to heed the Other Shore Cult's seduction.

The cult was especially good at winning people over, using some unknown method to sway hearts, then distributing most of their wealth to the poor.

These commoners, having received the cult's favors, combined with some manipulative tactics, were easily incited.

Add in their own grievances...

Qin Yang could only feel an undercurrent surging through Linjiang City.

"But after this riot, those big shots in the inner city should be able to detect the Other Shore Cult's presence."

"At worst, I can just flee Linjiang City."

"Those inner city powers won't want to let go; they'll probably clash soon."

Qin Yang speculated.

But how things would actually unfold, no one could predict.

All Qin Yang could do was keep improving his strength.

"The Blood Transference Realm is still lacking. I need to cultivate to the ninth level of the Azure Wave Realm as soon as possible."

"But I still haven't found a Qi Gathering Cultivation Method. I'll have to keep an eye out."

Qin Yang sighed softly.

After completing Blood Transference came Qi Gathering.

Even Qin Yang's father, Qin Dongsheng, was only a Blood Moving Martial Artist himself, so naturally he hadn't left behind a Qi Gathering Cultivation Method. Qin Yang would have to find one on his own.

Blood Transference strengthens blood and qi, laying a solid foundation for the martial path ahead.

Qi Gathering builds the framework on that foundation.

How big that framework is depends on the amount of blood and qi.

The denser the blood and qi, the more internal qi can be condensed, and the greater the power.

Of course, the grade of the cultivation method also matters.

Having trained so hard in the Azure Wave Blood Transference Method, Qin Yang naturally wouldn't settle for an ordinary Qi Gathering Cultivation Method and waste his abundant blood and qi.

"Train while searching."

"But before that, I still need to collect some interest."

"My Qin Yang's shop isn't so easy to smash, is it?!"

Qin Yang's face turned cold and harsh.

Night fell.

The chaotic outer city finally quieted down, returning to silence.

But occasionally, figures could be seen darting through the streets.

These figures kept entering and leaving various mansions and homes, most of them wearing yellow robes.

A masked black-clad man hid in the shadows of an alley, watching the yellow-robed figures flash past not far away, a cold smirk on his face.

He saw that when these yellow-robed men left the mansions and homes, they carried bulging bundles in their hands.

If he guessed right, those were the gold, silver, and jewels looted from today's riots.

"This Other Shore Cult is truly sinister—they can even make people cough up money they fought so hard to steal."

Qin Yang was somewhat surprised.

Only after these yellow-robed men had left did he step out of the alley, heading toward the bald man's mansion.

He was going there tonight, naturally, to shake them down again.

"I wonder if the Other Shore Cult will abandon this stronghold now that I've beaten that bald man to death."

Qin Yang didn't know the situation there; he just wanted to try his luck.

But when he quietly slipped into that dark alley, vaulted over the high wall, and heard some sharp, strange sounds, he knew in his heart there was something going on.

He reached the familiar window by the corner wall—that little hole was still there.

Peering through it, he saw a sturdy man with short hair sitting cross-legged on the ground, chanting bizarre scriptures.

"Sea of suffering in the mortal world. Hell is terrifying. Ascend to the other shore and gain liberation."

Qin Yang barely made out a few words.

Maybe it was the man's local dialect, but the voice was especially shrill, stirring a burst of irritation in Qin Yang's heart—he just wanted to punch the guy inside to death.

He estimated the distance, killing intent flashing in his eyes.

This chanting sturdy man was named Feng Li. After the bald man died, he took over his position.

"We made such a big scene today, we must have grabbed a lot of money."

"Looks like I'm going to get rich tonight."

The moment Feng Li thought of this, his mind wandered, unable to focus on chanting anymore, his head full of how much cash he'd pocket.

Boom!

The next moment, the window exploded violently.

A masked figure, bathed in moonlight, shot in like lightning.

Boom!

A golden gourd great hammer smashed through the air, hurtling like a cannonball straight at Feng Li.

At the roar of the air, Feng Li felt his scalp go numb.

The bald man's horrific death instantly leaped into his mind.

The killer—he actually dared to show up again!

"Great Strength Mountain Splitting Palm!"

Feng Li roared, exploding all his strength, concentrating it into his right palm as he struck out!

Bang~

The golden hammer's force was too immense; the moment they connected, Feng Li's entire arm was shattered by the blow.

The excruciating pain twisted Feng Li's face as he tried to use the chance to create distance.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~

The other hammer came swinging again!

Boom!

This blow slammed hard into his chest, caving it in, crushing his internal organs into pulp.

Pfft~

Feng Li spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed stiffly to the ground.

"Really can't take a hit."

Qin Yang shook his head slightly.

He didn't know any hammer techniques at all; he just relied on his blood and qi power to burst out, simply smashing the guy to death.

After killing him, Qin Yang, just like before, pried open that floor tile, only to find nothing there.

"Damn, this guy isn't hiding here."

Qin Yang frowned slightly.

Searching the entire mansion would take a lot of time, and he had no idea when those yellow-robed men might return.

But then, a brilliant idea suddenly struck Qin Yang.

"If I'm going to play, I might as well go big!"