259: Chapter 198: They Misjudged West Mountain Hall 259: Chapter 198: They Misjudged West Mountain Hall Wei Yang slowly awoke from his coma, finding rain pouring outside the window.
It was dusk and the room was shrouded in a dim, gloomy light, leading Wei Yang to mistake his surroundings for the realm of ghosts.
It was not until a girl dressed as a maid came in holding a brass basin that he realized otherwise.
Upon seeing Wei Yang awake, she blinked in surprise, then set down the basin and hurriedly ran out.
Soon after, Li Shenshan stepped through the door.
He smiled at Wei Yang, “Awake?
Tsk, with that expression, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”
Wei Yang had already sat up on the bed.
He found that he was still flesh and blood, albeit his Primordial Qi was somewhat weak.
However, his injuries had been treated, the broken bones had been set, and the severed tendons had been reattached.
It was clear this was the work of a renowned doctor.
The person’s skill in setting bones and mending tendons was excellent, leaving no complications for Wei Yang.
“You are Li Shenshan?” Wei Yang looked at Li Shenshan, his expression one of disbelief, then thoughtfully added, “I remember before I lost consciousness, I was in the Police Pool of Blood Prison.
Was it you, Shen Shan, who broke the prison and rescued me?
Great kindness need not be thanked—”
“Hold your thanks!” Li Shenshan sat by the bedside, shaking his head to interrupt Wei Yang, “The one who broke the prison and rescued you was our Hall Master, not I.
At most, I just lent a hand.”
Wei Yang was startled at the mention of “Hall Master.”
“Iron Banner Gang’s West Mountain Hall Master, Chu Xisheng!” Li Shenshan nodded slightly and pointed to the Iron Banner embroidered on his clothing, “You’ve been in Xiushui County for quite some time, so you must have heard of the Iron Banner Gang, right?
As you see, I am now a member of the Iron Banner Gang’s West Mountain Hall.”
Wei Yang had certainly heard of the Iron Banner Gang but not of its West Mountain Hall.
Hadn’t West Mountain Town always been under the control of the Haiqing Gang?
It was the Haiqing Gang’s West Mountain Hall Master, Liu Dingtang, who had attacked the Liu Family.
He had heard of Chu Xisheng, the most outstanding young talent of Xiushui County in recent years, ranked 60th on the East State Qingyun List.
How had this man become a Hall Master?
And Li Shenshan, a Seventh Rank Colonel of the Divine Strategy Camp, how could he stoop to serve a Jianghu Gang?
But he immediately recalled the rumors he had heard before his capture.
Reportedly, the Divine Strategy Camp had been annihilated at Luofeng Mountain.
Wei Yang’s heart leaped at the thought and he suddenly sat upright, “Li Shenshan, has our Divine Strategy Camp truly been annihilated?
And where is my niece?
Since you’ve rescued me, do you know of Liu Ruoxi?”
Our Divine Strategy Camp did indeed lose nearly 20,000 brothers at Luofeng Mountain, but it’s not accurate to say we were annihilated.
Of the 50,000 Brothers, both Deputy Generals escaped unscathed, and so we’ve merely dispersed.
This blood debt will be repaid sooner or later.
Neither Qin Sheng nor the damn Emperor will get off easy.”
Li Shenshan’s eyes narrowed, a fierce gleam flashing within, then he smiled, “As for Liu Ruoxi, she is unharmed.
Over twenty days ago, our Hall Master executed Liu Dingtang, and she was rescued.
She’s now in the West Mountain Hall, in charge of the accounts.
However, as luck would have it, the Zhengyang Martial Arts Academy is hosting a ‘Blood Burning Ritual’ today, and she has been recommended by the Police Pool of Blood to engage with the Blood Origin Map Pillar to awaken her bloodline.
The Hall Master and his siblings are also there.”
Wei Yang blanched at the knowledge of nearly 20,000 Brothers from the Divine Strategy Camp perishing at Luofeng Mountain.
His chest clenched in pain, filled with anger and a longing for vengeance.
As Wei Yang processed the rest, he was taken aback again, thinking what kind of mess is this?
The West Mountain Hall’s Hall Master had only just broken him out of the Police Pool of Blood Prison, and now Liu Ruoxi was recommended by them to awaken her bloodline?
However, learning that the Divine Strategy Camp was mostly intact and Liu Ruoxi was safe, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Shenshan was now sizing up Wei Yang, “By the way, how are you feeling now?
Can you still wield a weapon?”
“I am fine,” Wei Yang said, concentrating and introspecting, then after a moment responded, “External wounds have mostly healed; only the Primordial Qi is severely depleted.
But now that I am awake, I should recover in a few days at most.
As for the ‘War Map’ on my body, six copies have been washed away thankfully, maybe to verify my identity, the ‘Night Wolf Devouring Sun Map’ on my chest was not destroyed.”
Li Shenshan nodded slightly.
Wei Yang having been unconscious for nearly ten days spoke of the severity of his injuries.
However, the recovery rate of a Martial Cultivator between consciousness and coma is drastically different.
“Follow me,” he said as he got up and left, walking towards the main courtyard of the large house.
Wei Yang, puzzled, followed close behind.
In no time, they came before a cellar with extra thick walls and a very heavy iron door.
“This is the underground vault Liu Dingtang dug to store gold and silver,” Li Shenshan explained as he pushed the door and entered first.
Inside, they saw a few piles of cash and silver in the corner, along with a Weapon Rack filled with various Magic Artifacts.
“The Hall Master’s intention is to employ you as the ‘Yang Character Altar’ Master once you recover and have you serve him.
The monthly salary is 1,000 taels of demon silver, and he can also lend you an additional 15,000 taels of demon silver for drawing War Maps.
You may also pick five Seventh Rank Magic Artifacts from here as a loan.
How do you feel about that?”
The quantity of Magic Artifacts here was indeed substantial, with as many as seventeen.
Most of them were leftovers from the battle at the Police Pool of Blood Prison.
After Chu Xisheng carried Wei Yang’s back out of the prison, he daringly bundled up all the Magic Artifacts the Blood Wind Thieves had left behind and brought them back.
These items, worth tens of thousands, would have been a terrible waste if left to burn in Beibao Prison.