The world was in chaos and the people had no way to make a living. This was all caused by the system. Teng Qingshan was alone and could do nothing about this chaotic world.
Even the powerful Emperor Yu and the Heavenly Emperor of Qin Mountains could unify the world. However, once they passed away, the world would still fall apart.
*****
While Teng Qingshan and Teng Shou returned to the Crescent Moon Lake and continued to cultivate. In the faraway Eastern Flower Region, in Wuan City.
"Kaka ~ ~ ~"
A luxurious carriage was moving slowly on the street of Wuan City. When it arrived at a remote place, it stopped in front of a medicine store called Five Flavours Hall. "Neigh ~ ~" The coachman stopped the carriage and jumped off the carriage. He shouted respectfully, "Master, we have arrived at the Five Flavours Hall Medicine Store."
The curtains were lifted, and three people walked out of the carriage. They were all wearing felt hats, and their faces were wrapped in fur scarves. Only a pair of eyes could be seen.
It was not uncommon to dress like this in cold weather.
"Yes, wait here."
The three people walked down from the carriage. A young man wearing a grey fur coat led the way and entered the Five Flavours Hall. In the Five Flavour Hall, there was only a physician in charge and two shop assistants, making the place seem deserted. However, the doctor and the two shop assistants were actually surrounding the stove, looking very comfortable.
"You three, are you going to see a doctor?" The doctor glanced at them.
"In the inner hall." One of the old men behind the young man said in a deep voice.
"Inner hall?"
The doctor's eyes flashed and he immediately stood up to welcome them. One of the two old men behind the young man took out a gold bar and threw it to the doctor. "Ten taels of gold for three people to enter. Is that okay?"
"Okay, okay." The doctor took the gold bar with a smile and squeezed it. He nodded and took out three pieces of black iron from his bosom. He handed them over and said, "You three, please enter."
If an ordinary person in a medicine store saw this, they would probably be shocked. Ten taels of gold was equivalent to over a thousand taels of silver. What kind of illness cost so much silver? Moreover, it was only to enter the inner hall.
… …
The young man and the two old men walked in from the side door and saw two indifferent men dressed in black standing in the corridor behind them.
"Eh?" One of the men dressed in black immediately stopped them.
"Three people." The chubby old man handed over three pieces of black iron. The black-clothed man took them and nodded, "Follow me!"
They walked all the way inside, followed a passage, and directly entered a luxurious mansion. Inside this luxurious mansion, there were men wearing black leather jackets and carrying weapons on their backs everywhere. The young man and the other two didn't dare to run around. They followed the lead of the black-robed man and advanced forward.
Soon, they arrived at a quiet house.
"The three of you, please wait a moment. The steward will be here soon." The man in black stood at the door and said, "The three of you can rest in this house."
"Second Uncle, is the Hall of Assassins really as powerful as you say?" The youth was a little hesitant.
"Hong 'er, you'll know soon enough." The slightly plump old man said. The tall old man beside him whispered, "Hong 'er, when you see the Assassin Hall's manager later, he will tell you whether or not the Assassin Hall can handle our clan's matters. However, the Rising Sun Trading Company is behind the Hall of Assassins. If the Rising Sun Trading Company can't do it, then not many other assassin organizations can. "
Footsteps could be heard.
A skinny middle-aged man in a white leather jacket walked in. He had sunken eyes and appeared very cold.
"Second Steward." The black-robed man bowed respectfully.
"Yes."
The skinny middle-aged man waved his hand, and the black-robed man immediately left. Only the three young men and the steward remained in the house.
"The three of you don't need to wear masks here, right?" The skinny middle-aged man said with a smile.
The three young men removed their fur scarves. The skinny middle-aged man smiled as he walked to a seat and sat down. "The three of you, please take a seat."
"May I know what the three of you want the Hall of Assassins to help you with?" The Second Steward looked at the three of them carefully.
"I want the Hall of Assassins to help me kill someone!" The young man said through gritted teeth. The muscles on his face twitched involuntarily, "Dong Zhezi of the Dong Clan of the Eastern Flower Region!"
"Dong Zhezi?" The Second Steward was shocked.
"Why? The Hall of Assassins doesn't dare to accept?" The young man sneered.
The Second Steward looked at the young man carefully and revealed a smile. "This should be the Third Young Master of the Jiang Clan … Oh, he should be the new Patriarch of the Jiang Clan. No wonder you want to kill Dong Zhezi. "The young man and the other two elders were not surprised when the Second Steward exposed their identities.
They all knew the abilities of the Hall of Assassins of the Rising Sun Trading Company. It would be strange if the Third Young Master of the Jiang Clan didn't know about them.
"My Jiang Clan wants nothing more than to eat Dong Zhezi's flesh and drink her blood." The young man's eyes flashed with ferocity. He would never forget those scenes. Those were the most nightmarish days of his life. When he thought of those days, his entire body trembled with anger.
The chubby elder beside him immediately patted the young man's shoulder lightly.
"To kill Dong Zhezi, you need to be at least a Martial Saint." The Second Steward smiled and took out a very thin piece of paper. "My Hall of Assassins … has the strongest assassins. There are detailed descriptions on this paper. You can choose whoever you want to kill. Of course … the price you have to pay is different. "
The Second Steward handed the paper over as he spoke.
The young man took it, opened it, and read it with the two elders beside him. As he flipped to the last page, a hint of joy appeared on the young man's face.
"Peak Martial Saint?" The young man revealed a hint of ecstasy.
"The Hall of Assassins is indeed powerful." The chubby elder beside him praised. It was already good for an ordinary clan to have one Martial Saint. However, the Hall of Assassins had a few Martial Saints … This showed the terrifying strength of the Rising Sun Trading Company. The paper only had a description of strength, but not the identity of the assassins.
"If a Peak Martial Saint attacks, as long as we are careful, we can kill that bitch." The young man couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy on his face.
"This is —"
The young man flipped to the last page.
"Most Powerful Martial Saint?" The young man and the two elders beside him were slightly shocked. The tall and skinny elder asked, "Steward, this is a Most Powerful Martial Saint? We have never heard of it before. "
The Second Steward's face revealed a hint of pride. "Gentlemen, this Most Powerful Martial Saint is a rank determined by the Hall of Assassins. In the entire Duanmu Continent, no other organization of assassins has such a powerful expert … I can tell you that if this Most Powerful Martial Saint attacks, unless he has reached the Martial Immortal Realm … Hmph. "
"Could it be the Rising Sun Martial Saint —" The young man couldn't help but exclaim.
"Hmph."
The Second Steward's face darkened as he scolded, "It is none of your business who the expert behind this is."
The two elders hastily pulled the young man. The young man also knew that he had said the wrong thing.
"I can tell you that if the Most Powerful Martial Saint attacks, there will be no problem." The Second Steward was very confident.
"That bitch …" An ominous glint flashed in the young man's eyes. He clenched his teeth and said, "If you want to hire someone, hire the most powerful one! I want to hire the Most Powerful Martial Saint to capture that bitch alive and bring her to our Jiang Clan. Tell me, what's the price? "The young man was already prepared to be ruthlessly ripped off. The two elders beside him didn't utter a word.
The Second Steward smiled and shook his head. "What kind of status does this Most Powerful Martial Saint have? He doesn't care about money! There is only one way to hire him. If you have one of the thirty-six stone inscriptions left behind by the Godly Axe Deity 'Yu the Great', you must give the stone inscription to this Most Powerful Martial Saint for three years! After three years, he will return it to you. My Hall of Assassins will vouch for it. "
"Of course, it will be troublesome if you want the Most Powerful Martial Saint to capture Dong Zhezi alive. You may need to add some gold," the Second Steward added.
In the past few days, there had been a few business deals that wanted to hire the Most Powerful Martial Saint.
Unfortunately …
They didn't have the thirty-six stone inscriptions. The Second Steward followed the instructions of the higher-ups and said so as usual. After all, they didn't know who had the thirty-six stone inscriptions. However, there were thirty-six stone inscriptions in the world. If they randomly chose a few clans, they might have one.
"The stone inscriptions of the 《Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms》?" The young man was shocked and couldn't help but turn to look at the two elders beside him.
Currently, the three of them held the highest authority in the Jiang Clan.
Their Jiang Clan did have a stone inscription! However, this stone inscription was very precious and they couldn't bear to part with it.
"The three of you, think about it carefully." The Second Steward smiled and walked out of the house. At the same time, he closed the door.
Only the three of them were left in the house.
"Second Uncle, Sixth Uncle." The young man was slightly hesitant. "This stone inscription will be returned after three years! However … I'm worried that the Rising Sun Trading Company will be jealous of this stone inscription. Obviously, they care about their reputation and will definitely return it to us. However, after returning it, they might be ruthless. "
The other two elders were also worried about this point.
It wasn't a big deal to lend the stone inscription for three years.
"Hong 'er." The slightly plump elder narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "This 《Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms》 stone inscription has been rumored to be miraculous. However, our Jiang Clan has had it for so long, yet no one has been able to practice any exceptional axe art with it! A stone inscription isn't very useful. I think … let's do it this way. Let the Most Powerful Martial Saint look at it for three years. After three years, we won't return it. Let the Rising Sun Trading Company auction it for us! "
"This time, our Jiang Clan suffered a great loss. If we want to make a comeback, expand our army, and recruit more people, we need money!"
"A stone inscription is useless to us. Why don't we exchange it for some gold? Rumor has it that the previous set of Blunt Vanadium Stone Inscriptions were sold for more than five hundred thousand taels of gold. Logically speaking, this stone inscription shouldn't be any less valuable than that. "
When these words were spoken, the other two nodded slightly.
"Yes, let's do it this way!"
The young man's gaze turned cold. "That bitch Dong Zhezi tortured my father to death in that dungeon. Even I … if I hadn't escaped early, I would have been tortured to death by her. That bitch … if we don't capture her, I won't be able to take it lying down." I can't take that lying down. "He would never forget the nightmarish days after he was captured.
Whether it was his dignity or his body, they were all humiliated like never before. After the young man escaped, he had nightmares for more than a month. Every day, he dreamed of that scene that drove him crazy.
"That bitch!!! I will torture her to death with my own hands. I will make her regret it!!! "
The young man immediately stood up and walked towards the Vice Supervisor.
They agreed!
If they wanted to invite someone, they would invite the strongest, the Most Powerful Martial Saint!
… …
In the evening, at the foot of the Godly Axe Mountain, by the Crescent Moon Lake, smoke curled up.
Teng Qingshan was walking in the forest. With every step, his figure flashed and he darted into the distance. Although he seemed slow, he was strangely fast.
"No, something is still not right." Teng Qingshan shook his head. At this moment, he was pondering how to create a Qing Gong that belonged to the Dao of Earth Elemental Dao based on the Dao of Earth Elemental that he had comprehended! Currently, Qing Gong was Teng Qingshan's weakness.
Suddenly, many figures approached from afar.
"Mister Teng." They shouted from afar.
Teng Qingshan cast a glance into the distance. It was the group of people led by the Sixth Elder of the Rising Sun Trading Company. He couldn't help but smile and say, "Sixth Elder, you came so late at night. Could it be that you have some good news?"
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