Whether they were accomplished Yaoxian and demonic creatures or reclusive masters of Daoist cultivation, Cui Jiuyang could meet them as equals, address them as fellow Daoists, and associate with them normally.
Yet with such a promising future right before him, why was Cui Jiuyang sitting in this inn room, cursing Hu Seventeen at the top of his lungs?
It all started that morning.
Not long after he had risen that morning, Lei Xiaosan had come to the inn in person and nervously brought him some news.
The news was brief.
After delivering it, Lei Xiaosan dropped to his knees with a thud and kowtowed to Cui Jiuyang, his expression grave. He said his elderly mother was still alive, and he truly could not risk his life. He would take her out of Changchun City that very day and seek refuge inside the Pass.
Cui Jiuyang hurriedly hauled him up and snapped, "What are you kowtowing for? You're only wasting time! Hurry home and pack. Go, go!"
Still worried, he pulled out every paper talisman he carried and stuffed them into Lei Xiaosan's arms, urging, "Take these to protect yourself on the road. Get going!"
After practically shoving Lei Xiaosan out the door, Cui Jiuyang returned to his room alone and sat in a chair for a while before he finally burst into curses.
A piece of news had spread through the jianghu.
Supposedly, Liu Sanbian of the Liu Family had died at the hands of a sorcerer from Shandong.
That Shandong sorcerer's name was Cui Jiuyang, and he used the same school of spells as Cui Chengshou, who had once turned Beyond the Pass upside down.
Old Daoist Yuan, who had been working with Liu Sanbian, had now disappeared as well.
According to speculation in the jianghu, that Cui fellow