Published: March 8, 2025
“Many masters? That's not possible... I deliberately chose the most secluded place where my master lives. Usually, when entering and exiting the Black Blood Jungle, I take a long route along the edge, afraid to reveal even a trace of my presence... How could there be so many people?” Wei Wuyan said, astonished.
“There are many masters. About seven or eight who are not below you, and three or four who are far above you,” Zixie Qing said, frowning as she listened, “And... the killing intent is very strong!”
“Killing intent is very strong?” Wei Wuyan's expression changed: “That's bad! Could it be... could it be that they have come to hunt us down?”
“The Enforcers’ Penal Hall?” Chu Yang asked.
“Yes.” Wei Wuyan was anxious, unfolding his figure to rush forward at high speed.
“Wait.” Chu Yang said calmly, “Brother Wei, we should plan carefully first. You should also explain the background of the situation… so we’ll have some understanding.”
Wei Wuyan replied, “Alright, let's talk as we go.”
Chu Yang silently nodded and quickened his pace.
The Enforcers’ Penal Hall is the most powerful faction among the enforcers, aside from the elder enforcers and the elder council!
Inside, there are indeed masters like clouds.
“My master’s name is Hong Wuliang, with the title of Supreme Ice and Snow. A thousand years ago, he was also a prominent figure. The chief enforcer of the Penal Hall is called Lang Yilang, nicknamed ‘Furious Waves Surging to the Heavens’! This person is actually from the same hometown as my master, and back in the day, the two of them had a good relationship, having traveled the martial arts world together in their youth.”
While rushing, Wei Wuyan explained the events leading up to the current situation.
“Later on, my master and Lang Yilang both encountered a woman being chased by bandits. They worked together to save her... That woman was very beautiful, and both my master and Lang Yilang fell for her at the same time...”
It goes without saying that the two fell out over this woman. Chu Yang sighed to the sky: “A beauty that brings disaster... a beauty that brings disaster...” As he spoke, he couldn’t help but glance at Zixie Qing, feeling a sense of sympathy for Wei Wuyan’s master.
Zixie Qing had a blank expression and shot him a sideways glance, saying in a voice only the two of them could hear, “After resolving the matter with Wei Wuyan’s master, your cultivation level also needs to be improved.”
Chu Yang almost cried, wishing he could slap himself a few times: I told you not to speak carelessly! And yet you went and acted carelessly again...
“A woman cannot marry two husbands; in the end, that woman still chose my master and became my master’s wife,” Wei Wuyan said while running, his words still clear and coherent, “Lang Yilang left in heartbreak...”
“If it were only that, it wouldn’t be much. Although Lang Yilang was heartbroken, he didn’t do anything too drastic...” Wei Wuyan said with a bitter smile, “I hate Lang Yilang to the core, but when it comes to this matter, I don’t want to deliberately tarnish him. Although Lang Yilang has some quirks, he is still a man of emotion.”
Chu Yang nodded, “I understand.”
“Decades later, my master’s wife suddenly fell ill with a strange disease; it was a hereditary fatal illness. My master sought medical help in every way possible, but ultimately couldn’t save her, and she died in my master’s arms.”
Wei Wuyan’s voice became heavy, “At that time, Lang Yilang was already a low-ranking enforcer. When he heard the news, he traveled thousands of miles to pay his respects. His emotions were out of control in the funeral hall, and he was heartbroken to the point of spitting blood and fainting. After he woke up, he turned against my master, blaming him for not taking care of his beloved... My master explained repeatedly, but he wouldn’t listen. Despite everyone’s efforts to mediate, he publicly severed ties with my master and fought with him.”