Chapter 33

Yeon Seulrang, a special agent directly under the Wulin Alliance, was scouting the Jiangxi area in place of the missing Lord Yin Feng Ling. He was surveying the gruesome scene.

Zhuo Jia Daxianghui's chairman.

Yeon Seulrang, who had the good fortune to hide at the end of an alley and witness all of his movements, still had a shocked expression on his face.

Black Heaven Great Executioner.

A master of absolute skill who killed the mysterious Lord of Moshan Valley and is one of the three major figures of the Sichuan Society.

Yet, he acknowledged defeat without even displaying three moves and fled in disgrace.

The martial arts of the chairman were beyond imagination.

Moreover, what the Black Heaven Great Executioner mentioned was undoubtedly the legendary Sword God.

If the chairman of Zhuo Jia Daxianghui is truly the descendant of the Sword God, it would undoubtedly be a major event in the world of martial arts.

The black dots that adorned the air.

When he looked at the dots that were swallowing the Black Heaven Eight Kings one by one, it was a shock that shattered all the common knowledge of martial arts he knew, and more.

If he were to summarize everything he had seen, the ruler of Jiangxi could no longer be the Black Heaven Alliance.

The destructive power of a master of absolute skill is that significant.

All the sects in the world of martial arts pour enormous resources and efforts into producing a single master of absolute skill, for the same reason.

Now, the divine aura of this young master of absolute skill will spread throughout the world of martial arts like a wildfire.

The true value of a master of absolute skill is that people gather around them like clouds.

Moreover, if the symbolism of being a descendant of the Sword God is added, they will achieve unprecedented fame in the history of martial arts.

At that moment, as his thoughts reached this point, Yeon Seulrang shuddered even more.

Upon reflection, the reason he was dispatched here was to observe the movements of Zhuo Jia Daxianghui, which was causing a tremendous ripple in the world of martial arts, wasn't it?

Huge amounts of gold were flooding into Anhui and Jiangxi.

Moreover, the population of surrounding provinces was noticeably decreasing, as people were also flooding into Anhui and Jiangxi.

Anhui represents the territory of the righteous sects, and Jiangxi represents the territory of the evil sects.

Naturally, the damage affected everyone, regardless of their alignment.

According to intelligence, it is said that the information organization of the Sichuan Society has also entered Jiangxi in large numbers and is active.

At a time when the influence of the chamber alone is driving the world of martial arts into turmoil, if the powerful reputation of being a descendant of the Sword God is added, it is clear what will happen, as clear as fire.

Has there ever been an example in the history of martial arts where a figure from the business world wielded such power?

If his influence extends beyond Anhui and Jiangxi to the North?

Moreover, strangely, the sects that have ties with him are all from the Five Great Families?

The iron supplied by the Tang Family of Sichuan. Ge Yun, Nan Gong Zhang Hu, and Pang Jue, who are operating the chamber together.

If he were to use his connections with the young talents and unite the families?

It could lead to the alliance being split in half.

Zhuo Jia Daxianghui is clearly a threat to the alliance.

With a tense face, Yeon Seulrang soon performed light movement and disappeared from the scene.

* * *

When Pang Jue returned from the mine, wiping the soot off his face, along with the workers, Jiao Hui and Han Xue Xian were also entering the chamber, leading the injured members.

"Who would have thought!"

The chamber, filled with numerous injured members, resembled a battlefield.

While coming down from the mine, they saw a fierce fire rising from the side of Poyang Lake and suspected that something terrible had happened to the chamber, but the situation was far more serious.

"Who did this! The Black Heaven Alliance!"

Pang Jue, who roughly drew his great saber and glared, had a somewhat gaunt appearance, while Nan Gong Zhang Hu had a sympathetic look on his face.

"These bastards! I'll kill them all!"

Indeed, it was fitting for a man from the muscular Pang family of Hebei to act this way.

At that moment, Yan Shang Lu was also entering the annex of the chamber, supporting Zhang Yilong.

Jiao Hui, who was leading the members, rushed over and examined Zhang Yilong's condition.

"Ah..."

When Jiao Hui saw Zhang Yilong's hands, he felt like collapsing.

There was almost no flesh left on his hands.

Looking at his white, exposed bones, Jiao Hui stood there, trembling.

"These bastards..."

Fundamentally, Zhang Yilong is a boxer.

For a martial artist who uses boxing as their primary weapon, such a grievous injury is equivalent to a death sentence, trampling his future.

Doctor Xiao Wei Jiang of the Life and Death Gate, who was examining Nan Gong Zhang Hu's condition, approached Zhang Yilong in shock.

"Tsk tsk... Oh my..."

Xiao Wei Jiang, continuously clicking his tongue, had a pained expression.

Zhang Yilong, on the other hand, flexed his chest muscles and shouted boldly.

"Shit, why are you treating me like I'm disabled? Did someone die?"

He soon rotated his shoulders and smiled.

"I'm fine. So don't make those sad faces."

Jiao Hui looked at Xiao Wei Jiang.

"Can... can he recover?"

With a desperate look in his eyes, but Xiao Wei Jiang shook his head.

"No matter how good the medicine is, it's impossible for the flesh to grow back. It will soon start to rot, so it's better to cut it off for his sake."

"But isn't the medical skill of the Life and Death Gate the best in the world...?"

Jiao Hui, filled with despair, stood in front of Zhang Yilong's massive figure.

Slowly, he took Zhang Yilong's hands.

"K... It still hurts, you know."

Jiao Hui, looking at Zhang Yilong with a gloomy expression, spat out the words.

"Doctor. I'll pay any amount of gold. Please, tell me a way to save this man's hands."

Xiao Wei Jiang pondered for a long time but could not come up with a proper solution.

"As a practitioner of medicine, it's a somewhat disheartening statement... but there is a legend of something called Rulai Zhen Tu."

It means that a practitioner of medicine should not speak of miracles.

However, Xiao Wei Jiang had no choice but to speak of a miracle.

"Rulai Zhen Tu? What is that?"

Although Jiao Hui's question was sincere, it was a dilemma for Xiao Wei Jiang.

It was a story he had only heard as a rumor while studying medicine.

"During the chaos of the Evil Sect, a martial artist was severely injured and fled, getting trapped in a deep mountain valley."

Xiao Wei Jiang stroked his long beard and continued.

"At that time, he had injuries so severe that his bones were exposed, similar to being affected by Bone-Dissolving Acid. He discovered a strange piece of land that emitted a peculiar aura, preventing the growth of plants. When he rubbed his body on that land, new flesh grew."

"Where is that place?"

Xiao Wei Jiang shook his head slightly.

"According to the rumors, when doctors heard about it, they pursued the martial artist with great determination, but their efforts were in vain. What's even more absurd is that when the doctors found the valley where the martial artist was, there was only a wooden statue of the Buddha left."

"Is there any credibility to this story from hundreds of years ago?"

"Hmm..."

It was a story that seemed too far-fetched.

However, his following words were enough to pique Jiao Hui's interest, who was feeling disappointed.

"However... Have you heard of the Moonlit Forest?"

"Isn't it one of the two major mysterious information organizations in the world of martial arts, along with the Night Butterfly?"

"According to a rumor, the leader of the Moonlit Forest at that time was that martial artist."

"Is that true?"

Xiao Wei Jiang had a bitter expression.

"It's just a rumor. The nickname of the Moonlit Forest leader at that time was Hong Ren. Those who saw him were consistently amazed by his skin, which was as fair and rosy as a child's. Considering his age, which was over seventy, it was indeed peculiar."

"Hmm!"

"Moreover, what made people even more suspicious was that he always wore a necklace of the Buddha statue. Additionally, he only operated at night. Naturally, people thought he did this to hide his secret. The nickname 'Moonlit Forest' for his information network also came from this."

Indeed, it was behavior that could make people suspicious at that time.

Maintaining the skin of a newborn for over seventy years could be attributed to practicing a martial art from the Zhu Yan Gong series.

However, it was not common sense for someone to wear a Buddha statue around their neck while listening to people's gossip.

Moreover, what kind of person would only operate at night if they didn't care about people's gazes?

It didn't make sense. There was definitely something going on.

"Anyway, because of this, the mysterious land began to be called 'Rulai Zhen Tu' by the people of the martial arts world. If you are interested in the legends of the martial arts world, you might have heard of it."

Jiao Hui's face became serious.

'Moonlit Forest...'

One of the two major mysterious information organizations in the world of martial arts, along with the Night Butterfly.

As a modern person, Jiao Hui, who valued the importance of information more than anyone else, had already made tremendous efforts to establish contact with them.

However, while he successfully established contact with the Night Butterfly, he could not establish a connection with the Moonlit Forest.

"Do you know a way to establish contact with the Moonlit Forest?"

Xiao Wei Jiang smiled bitterly.

"How could a mere doctor like me establish a connection with such a mysterious organization? Moreover..."

He looked at Zhang Yilong's hands.

"Even if we track down the Moonlit Forest, confirm that the legend is true, and by some stroke of luck obtain the Rulai Zhen Tu, how much time would it take?"

"Hmm..."

"The discoloration of the bones has already begun. It means they are decaying. If his hands are not amputated within four days, his entire arm will rot."

If we were to think rationally, it would be impossible to take a gamble based solely on a legend passed down through generations.

Xiao Wei Jiang's words were undoubtedly absurd, but J