It was early in the morning and the entire Gale City was still quiet.
Outside the Radiance Clan, there was a young disciple standing beside each of the two stone lions. Both of them had perfected innate mastery. Their hands were on the hilts of their swords and their eyes were shining so brightly that no one dared to look at them directly.
Both of them stood on both sides of the door with an eerie aura like two door gods.
The bright sunlight shone on them but it could not dispel the eerie chill on their bodies.
Both of their faces were tense but their hearts were relaxed.
The air was exceptionally fresh and the sound of burning firewood made them want to run home and have a full meal. They were hungry after standing for an entire night.
Even though they were hungry, they were still full of energy and were in high spirits.
The two of them heard the faint sound of footsteps, and their spirits rose. They saw a short and thin middle-aged man walking over from the street. He looked ordinary, and his eyes were lifeless.
The sharpness in their eyes was replaced by a smile. They sized up the approaching middle-aged man. "What can I do for you, Your Excellency?"
"I've heard that Gale Branch's Branch Leader, Zhao Dahe, is highly skilled in martial arts. I've come to meet you and learn from you!" The middle-aged man gave a fist salute slowly.
"You …?" Both of them were stunned. "You want to challenge the Branch Leader?"
"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded slowly.
Both of them carefully sized up the middle-aged man so that they would not be fooled. There were many masters who hid their strength and it would not end well if they were to be careless.
His figure was thin and his dark green robe was slightly big, making him look even skinnier. It seemed like a gust of wind could blow him away. No matter how they looked at him, he was not a martial arts master. He did not have any inner energy and his spirit was weak. He was just an ordinary person.
"Stop joking, Your Excellency!" One of the young protectors shook his head. "Our Branch Leader is busy and has no time to entertain random people. You should challenge him elsewhere. The Roaring Tiger Clan is not bad and they're very powerful. You can try!"
"I'm Zheng Yanwu!" The middle-aged man gave a fist salute.
"Zheng Yanwu?" Both of them were stunned.
They were familiar with the name. It was Zheng Tianhe's father who was said to be a hidden master of the White Tiger Sect. He was over a hundred years old.
"Hehe, Your Excellency is really good at joking!" A young guard smiled and said, "Senior Zheng is a top expert who is over a hundred years old. How could he look like this? Could it be that you have changed your appearance?"
"I am Zheng Yanwu, the real deal!" The middle-aged man said slowly, "Can't I enter your branch?"
After saying that, he walked forward.
The two young guards hurriedly took a step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder in front of him, blocking the path in front of him. They said in a deep voice, "Stop, don't blame us for being impolite if you continue forward!"
Regardless of whether he knew martial arts or not, they couldn't let him in before he revealed his identity.
"Sigh …" Zheng Yanwu shook his head and waved his right sleeve.
"Bang bang!" It was as if the two young guards had been hit by a carriage at high speed. They flew out and crashed into the stone lions behind them. They grimaced in pain and their faces were twisted.
"You really are Zheng Yanwu!" the two of them cried out in surprise.
They landed on the ground, took something out of their bosoms and threw it into the air.
"Bang!" A black shadow soared into the sky and exploded into a mass of black clouds that lingered without dissipating.
With light footsteps, a group of people came out of the main door and surrounded Zheng Yanwu in the blink of an eye.
Zheng Yanwu squinted his eyes and glanced around. He shook his head. "There are so many people in Gale Branch!"
He saw more than thirty people surrounding him tightly. Each of them was a master with a high cultivation level and their strength was far beyond what he knew.
"Who are you?" Hu Ya shouted.
"Zheng Yanwu!"
"Are you really Senior Zheng Yanwu?" Hu Ya was in disbelief.
They had never seen Zheng Yanwu before but they felt that a person over a hundred years old would at least have white hair and a youthful complexion. How could he look like a middle-aged man? Moreover, his appearance did not look similar to Zheng Tianhe.
More importantly, he did not have the appearance of a Grandmaster. He looked like an ordinary person. It was as if a passerby had said that he was a hidden master for hundreds of years. It was ridiculous.
Zheng Yanwu said lightly, "Every debt has its debtor. I'm looking for your Branch Leader, Zhao Dahe!"
"Senior Zheng, you came at a bad time!" Hu Ya fist saluted. "Branch Leader just left last night. I heard that he's cultivating a secret skill to deal with Senior Zheng and will only return tonight. If Senior Zheng wants to meet the Branch Leader, please wait!"
"Don't tell me he ran away?" Zheng Yanwu frowned at him.
Hu Ya shook his head. "Senior Zheng, don't worry. Branch Leader dares to take responsibility for his actions. He won't run away. Senior Zheng, why don't you wait for a day? You'll see Branch Leader tonight. Even if Branch Leader doesn't show up, we'll still be here."
"What's the point of killing you?" Zheng Yanwu said lightly.
In his eyes, they were not worth mentioning and were not worth killing.
Moreover, he was also afraid of Great Light Peak. No matter how powerful he was, he had no chance of winning against Great Light Peak's revenge. He only wanted to kill Zhao Dahe to avenge his son's death. His personal grudge had nothing to do with the conflict between the sects. Great Light Peak had nothing to say.
"Then I'll send you off, Senior Zheng." Hu Ya fist saluted.
Zheng Yanwu said lightly, "I'll look for him tonight. Tell Zhao Dahe to wash his neck and don't run away!"
"Yes," Hu Ya said.
Zheng Yanwu sneered and turned around. The next moment, he appeared at the corner of the street and disappeared in an instant.
Everyone looked at his incredibly fast body movement technique with grave expressions and different thoughts running through their minds.
He was in a small residence not far from the Roaring Tiger Clan. He was quietly practicing the thirty-six energy-nurturing forms. After practicing it a few times, he sat down to regulate his breathing. Then, he stood up to practice the thirty-six energy-nurturing forms again and again.
The situation in Gale Branch was clearly reflected in his mind, but he ignored it and focused on practicing his thirty-six energy-nurturing forms.
Zheng Yanwu left Gale Branch and returned to the Roaring Tiger Clan.
The Roaring Tiger Clan had lost its backbone. The two masters who had stayed behind had pacified the crowd and managed to keep the clan together. However, their spirits had been scattered. Their bones and tendons had been removed by Chu Li and they were no longer the number one clan in Gale City.
Surrounded by the crowd, the two of them welcomed Zheng Yanwu into the Roaring Tiger Clan and reported to Zheng Yanwu alone.
Zheng Yanwu looked calm and slow. He did not seem angry at all.
After listening to the two's detailed report, he did not comment. In the end, he only asked indifferently if Zheng Tianhe was killed by Zhao Dahe. As for the rest, he did not ask much. He did not ask why the fight had broken out or why he had killed Zheng Tianhe.
He closed his eyes and sent the two away. Then, he walked around the courtyard where Zheng Tianhe used to live. His expression became gloomier.
Zheng Tianhe's voice and smile when he was young flashed in his mind. He had a son at such an old age and was doted on like a grandson. He had received endless joy. When he thought about being separated forever, his heart ached.
Therefore, regardless of the rule of not stepping into the martial arts world before one hundred years old, he had to kill Zhao Dahe before he could face Zheng Tianhe again.
After a while, he calmed himself down and began to cultivate.
He was confident that he could kill Zhao Dahe, but he did not want to fail miserably. He had to do his best no matter what.
Zhao Dahe was a rising star in the Holy Church of Light. The Holy Church of Light cherished the disciples who entered the Great Light Peak and would not allow any of them to be hurt. Therefore, they would definitely send help!
When he thought about this, his heart sank. Fortunately, the Holy Church of Light would not send a hundred-year-old master, so he had a high chance of killing Zhao Dahe.
Even if there was someone protecting him, he must kill Zhao Dahe. Whoever tried to stop him would be the enemy who killed his son. They must be killed!
He sat on the bed and calmed himself down. He slowly dispersed his murderous intent and calmed himself down. He rested and built up his energy in preparation for the big battle at night.
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