311 Meeting the Four Masters
Yang Erbao’s expression suddenly changed, and he turned into a whirlwind, shooting toward Qin Huai’s courtyard.
“Xue Guangye?” His eyes widened as he looked at the two heavily poisoned corpses on the ground – a bone pattern realm martial artist and a ninth refinement martial artist.
Quietly, Yang Erbao approached Qin Huai’s courtyard and stuck his head out to take a sniff, savoring the moment carefully. The next moment, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly took out several antidote pills from his pocket, stuffing them into his mouth.
“Brother Qin!” he shouted into the room, not daring to enter without knowing what was going on inside.
After a while, Qin Huai pushed open the courtyard door. “Brother Yang, what’s the matter?” he asked with a smile, cupping his hands.
“There might be a problem within the Blood Poison Gang!” Yang Erbao frowned, feeling a little lucky that Qin Huai was fine.
“Oh?” Qin Huai glanced at the two corpses on the ground and was stunned. He quickly thought of the poison he had just experimented with in the room. “It’s possible it’s a misunderstanding.”
Qin Huai immediately explained, “I tried my best to control the poison in the courtyard. Xue Guangye was in the bone pattern realm, so he wouldn’t have died if he was just passing by.” He frowned. “Unless they entered my courtyard.”
“This matter… I’ll investigate this!” Yang Erbao did not dare to be careless.
“Then I’ll have to trouble Brother Yang.” Qin Huai nodded. As the saying goes, a straight body is not afraid of a crooked shadow. He could guess that the two of them were here to kill him, but he did not know the reason.
Qin Huai picked up a few experience orbs on the ground, which instantly surged into his body.
“Ding! You have collected a [Poison King Technique Essence (Dark Purple)], [Poison King Technique] experience points +5,555!”
“Ding! You have collected a [Poison King Technique Essence (Purple)], [Poison King Technique] experience points +2,111!”
“Ding! You have collected a [Giant Whale Technique Essence (Orange)], [Giant Whale Technique] experience points +23,232!”
In addition to the poison king technique, the Xue brothers also cultivated two other techniques. From the experience they had, it seemed that both of their techniques were close to the great blood refinement realm.
After his vitality became abnormally abundant, it was much easier to cultivate other martial arts in the blood refinement realm, and the progress was much faster.
“It’s inexplicable. They were only practicing poison techniques… but they came to give experience points,” Qin Huai mused, looking at the two corpses. “You were the ones who insisted on giving it to me. Don’t blame me for being vicious.” As he mumbled, their faces began to rot.
Yang Erbao’s mouth twitched slightly as he looked at Qin Huai’s courtyard, thinking about the power of the poison he had just inhaled. Yang Erbao, who had wanted to go in and ask for a cup of tea to bond with Qin Huai, could only change the venue to outside. Otherwise, he was afraid that he would end up like Xue Guangye and his brother. At the same time, his evaluation of Qin Huai and the danger level in his heart rose rapidly.
“Today, the sect’s inspection of Brother Qin has ended. He will be assigned a mission soon… At that time, Brother Qin’s advancement will be swift,” Yang Erbao said with a smile. “But… after what happened today, I might have to go back for the investigation. Brother Qin, just wait patiently for two days.”
“Understood.” Qin Huai nodded.
“By the way…” Yang Erbao frowned slightly. “The city has become increasingly unsafe recently. Two young geniuses who have been missing for more than two months have been discovered in the city. They’re both dead. Their skin was peeled off, and only through the flesh and blood were their realm and identities roughly determined.”
Qin Huai said, “That demon is so arrogant? Not even destroying the evidence?”
…
Two days later, Xue Guangye’s matter was finally revealed.
Yang Erbao stood at the entrance of Qin Huai’s courtyard and said, “Xue Guangye went to the casino to gamble and lost more than 200,000 taels of silver. He tried all sorts of methods to raise money, but it wasn’t enough. That’s probably why he came to steal from you. I didn’t expect Brother Qin to be so skilled that you killed them!”
His expression was somewhat gloomy and uncertain. “But Brother Qin, you still have to come with me.”
“Why? Isn’t this matter settled?” Qin Huai was puzzled.
“That’s what happened, but it still depends on the four masters.” Yang Erbao sighed. “Second Master and Third Master didn’t speak, while Fourth Master supports you. But as for the First Master…” Yang Erbao smiled bitterly. “Xue Guangye has been working hard for him since he was young. He even blocked knives for him. He’s his trusted aide.”
The two of them walked along the Qingzhou River and arrived in front of a huge flower boat by the shore.
“Does this mean that that old man wants to kill me for revenge?” Qin Huai narrowed his eyes.
“That’s right!”
In front of the flower boat, two martial artists carrying swords stopped Yang Erbao, their gazes unfriendly.
Yang Erbao patted Qin Huai’s shoulder. “Be careful when you go in.”
“Many thanks, Brother Yang.” Qin Huai cupped his fists and walked into the boat under the malicious gazes of the two sword-wielding men.
The boat was spacious, a large ship that could accommodate thousands of people. Qin Huai followed their directions and boarded the second floor of the flower boat. At the stairway, he heard the argument inside.
“Your own subordinate is addicted to gambling. He wanted to kill people for money, but he was killed instead. You still have the cheek to clamor for Qin Huai’s head here?” a strange voice sounded.
“Eldest Brother’s trusted aide has been killed. If Qin Huai doesn’t die, how will Eldest Brother continue to lead people in the sect in the future?”
“Don’t spout nonsense. I didn’t say that I wanted to kill Qin Huai,” a slightly aged voice sounded.
Rows of tables and chairs were neatly arranged, and many martial artists with fierce gazes sat by the tables. They all looked at Qin Huai.
In the innermost part of the room, four figures were seated at a distance.
Mou Jinfu, a middle-aged man with half-white hair and squinty eyes, sat in the center, holding a walking stick. To his left, Second Master Yin Rongen’s face was covered in scars as he played with two walnuts in his hand. On his right, Third Master Huang Qiguang’s skin was pale, and his lips revealed an untimely evil smile.
Finally, at the very side sat Shao Mo, who possessed the king’s force. Behind the four of them, numerous followers stood.