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"Elder, you really think highly of me. Aren’t you afraid I won’t be able to break through to the Qi Blood Realm in the future?"
"I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to break through to the Qi Blood Realm in the future and have enough strength to kill Zhao Guanbin," Lin Zheyu thought for a moment and said.
He always felt that the old man agreed too casually, making him feel a bit uneasy.
"I just find you pleasing to the eye, that’s all. It doesn’t matter if you can’t kill Zhao Guanbin."
"This old man has no heirs or descendants. I can’t just take the knowledge left by my ancestors to the grave."
"If you can’t kill Zhao Guanbin, then pass on my ancestors’ legacy for me. Whoever inherits it must swear a venomous oath to kill that old thief Zhao Guanbin."
"If Zhao Guanbin is dead, then kill all his family and wipe out his nine generations!"
"So, are you willing to swear a venomous oath? As long as you swear it, I’ll teach you," Chen Peijun said with a smile.
"I can swear a venomous oath, but I won’t involve my parents and master in it."
Lin Zheyu shook his head; this was his principle.
"Haha, I knew I wasn’t wrong about you."
"Then just swear a venomous oath involving yourself."
"Make it nasty, like ’my feet will fester, my bottom will ooze, my children won’t have an anus, and I’ll meet a bad end,’ something like that," Chen Peijun said.
"Alright!"
Lin Zheyu nodded. Since the conversation had reached this point, he didn’t hesitate any longer and straightforwardly swore, "I, Lin Zheyu, swear to the heavens that when I have enough strength in the future, I will kill Zhao Guanbin."
"If I break my oath, let me suffer festering feet, oozing bottom, children without an anus, and a miserable death."
"Is that good enough?"
After swearing the oath, Lin Zheyu looked at the old man Chen Peijun and asked.
"Yes, that’s good!"
Chen Peijun laughed and said, "Come to my house tonight or tomorrow morning, but don’t disturb my fishing now."
Lin Zheyu couldn’t help but think how similar this temperament was to that of Mr. Liang Song.
"Then I’ll come tomorrow morning, not tonight. You’ll be home by then, right?" Lin Zheyu asked.
He had already arranged with his senior brother to have a reunion dinner at Mr. Han’s house for the New Year.
"Alright, I’ll be waiting for you at home tomorrow morning," Chen Peijun said.
With the time agreed upon, Lin Zheyu left.
Things went smoother than expected, largely due to Mr. Liang Song’s influence.
Lin Zheyu didn’t expect that the Poison Tao expert he inquired about would know Mr. Liang.
Liang Song was very mysterious.
This was his impression of Mr. Liang.
A Qi Blood Three Transformations master hiding in Songyi City seemed unusual.
Even Han Mo, who had followed Mr. Liang Song for over ten years, knew very little about him.
In Han Mo’s view, Liang Song was a mysterious but powerful old man.
"No need to overthink it. Whatever Mr. Liang’s identity, he is my master."
"And he has no intention to harm me or my senior brother, or he wouldn’t keep his identity from us."
Lin Zheyu shook his head, not getting too entangled in it.
In the months they spent together, it was clear that Liang Song was a man with a sense of justice, a good person.
Liang Song cared about the character of his disciples, as evidenced by Han Mo, who was a straightforward and righteous person.
Although there were other senior brothers and sisters he hadn’t met, they must also be of good character.
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Finding Chen Peijun took a lot of time, and with the delay on the road, it was already past 3 PM.
"Senior brother should be back by now, right?"
Lin Zheyu pondered as he walked towards Mr. Han’s house.
Han Mo, knowing Lin Zheyu was alone in Songyi City, invited him to his house for New Year to avoid him feeling lonely, to have a reunion dinner together.
The streets were bustling with activity along the way.
Some people had already started worshipping to pray for peace in the coming year, hoping for good weather and prosperity.
Han Mo’s home was not far from Hundred Flavors Street, just three streets away.
The Han Mansion was large, housing more than forty people, with maids, servants, and guards.
Mr. Han, as a Centurion of the City Guard, with a great chance of advancing to the Qi Blood Realm in the future, was a notable person in Songyi City.
In the teahouse opposite the Han Mansion, by the window sat two men.
The men were strong and muscular, clearly trained in martial arts, and quite powerful.
"Brother, are we really going to make a move?"
The man on the left frowned and said, "If we take action in the city, we can’t escape the authorities’ capture."
"What is there to fear? Death is just death. Our lives are worthless."
"That dog Zhao killed our father and dozens of brothers. I want his family to join them in the grave!" the man across from him said coldly.
The two brothers were originally from Xingjiao City. When Xingjiao City was overrun by chaotic troops, they fled with their father to Songyi City.
They settled outside Songyi City, living as hunters.
When hunting no longer sufficed, they did not want to continue wandering.
Seeing others turn to banditry with significant gains, they and their father formed a bandit gang, relying on their formidable strength.
Unexpectedly, they were wiped out by Han Mo’s troops before they could enjoy their spoils.
Their father and dozens of brothers were killed by Han Mo, while they survived thanks to their father’s help.
"Besides, we’ve taken the poison from the Xing Family, our lives are in their hands. What does death matter, as long as we can avenge ourselves before dying?"
The older brother snorted coldly.
Due to rampant banditry outside the city, Songyi City was under strict control, and those without clear origins couldn’t enter the city.