Elsewhere, Tang San and Ma Hongjun, who had reached the outer town of Slaughter City, had temporarily settled in. As for where the house they were staying in had come from, of course they had taken it from its former residents. Under the influence of Slaughter City's rules, Gold Soul Coin transactions were not popular here. As long as you were strong enough, you could enjoy all the resources in this gloomy town all the same.
This was already Tang San's second time here, and after undergoing two years of tempering inside Slaughter City, he felt everything that happened here was only natural.
But Ma Hongjun, who had come with him, was different. The pungent stench of blood in the air and the dried bloodstains visible everywhere on the ground challenged his physical limits at every turn. After half a day in the town, even Fatty, who had seen plenty of major scenes, felt waves of nausea.
"Hey, Tang San, are we really going to establish our sect in this dump?"
Hearing this, Tang San looked at Ma Hongjun, shook his head, and explained:
"I believe you already understand my identity to some extent. Spirit Hall won't allow us to grow strong anywhere on the continent."
"And across the whole continent, the only territories that can give Tang Sect a slim chance of survival are the outskirts of Slaughter City and the depths of the Far North Land. Do you want to go to the Far North Land?"
After listening to Tang San's analysis, scenes of the frozen, snow-swept Far North immediately surfaced in Ma Hongjun's mind. As a fire-attribute Soul Master, just thinking about it made him shiver all over, and he quickly shook his fat face.
"No, no, no. We'll stay here. Just give me two days to