Outside Fufeng City, a black and a white horse neighed as they galloped away. A friendly-faced man watched the blue-shirted youth with a wooden sword on the black horse and slightly nodded, then turned his gaze to the white-shirted youth beside him, feeling slightly uneasy.
But after pondering for a moment, he dismissed the unease.
They were all teenagers, around fifteen or sixteen. What could they possibly do? Could they really turn the world upside down?
He sneered twice and turned to leave.
Someone he knew recognized him and greeted him. He smiled back and nodded, exchanging warm pleasantries, appearing very approachable. After a brief chat, he walked towards a residential complex.
On this not-so-long journey, about ten people recognized him.
And he seemed to quite enjoy this feeling, knowing every family's affairs in his hometown intimately. When he returned to that residence, an elderly woman with gray hair was standing at the door. The man's smile slightly faded as he approached her and whispered,
"Grandma, is the master still inside?"
The old woman nodded and said,
"He's in there every day; you know that."
Her voice paused, and she smirked again,
"I wonder what kind of treasure is inside that could make the master so obsessed..."
The man frowned and said,
"Grandma, be careful with your words."
The old woman chuckled disdainfully yet truly stopped talking, guessing in her mind about how precious the treasure must be to warrant such secrecy from the master.
The man in the green robe, who had meticulously set a deadly trap for Wang Anfeng, opened his eyes, his expression calm.
He glanced at the portrait on the main hall and sighed leisurely,
"Master, it has finally come to this day... the Shennong Scripture, the White Jade Red Sun Pill."
"You wouldn't give them to me back then, and now none of you can escape, including your life..."
"The world buzzes, all for profit; the world hustles, all for benefit."
"The word 'benefit' is the greatest truth in the world."
"It was you who taught me this."
As his voice fell, he casually picked up a white piece from beside him and placed it on the chessboard. The previously peaceful situation suddenly turned extremely dangerous and fierce. The man firmly watched the chess piece, then turned and left the room. Looking at his subordinates, his expression no longer carried the affable look from before, but was merely a calm instruction,
"Deploy all the prepared spies immediately."
"There is something in Pharmacist Valley that the hall master needs to obtain at all costs."
The old woman chuckled and said,
"Rest assured, master, three exquisite gifts have already been prepared."
"They will surely be liked by everyone..."
The man in the green robe leisurely said,
"That would be best."
"Let's go, be careful not to miss the right time..."
The old woman and the man bowed and left. As they departed, several silver-feathered Flying Eagles soared into the sky from the courtyard, circling twice before heading westward.
The Flying Eagles were naturally very fast, not inferior to a Middle Third Rank martial artist, and this one was a rare breed among them. Its wings flapped powerfully, quickly leaving the scenery below behind. After an unknown duration, it suddenly cried out and descended.
It landed in a courtyard where a tall woman stood emotionlessly, tearing off the message from the Flying Eagle and coldly stating,
"White Tiger Hall has set off."
Beside her, a man with a distressed expression sighed,
"I truly do not wish to get involved in these affairs; White Tiger isn't some big cat that can be tamed easily. Who knows when it might tear us apart with one swipe of its paw."
The tall woman gave him an indifferent glance and said,
"We need a new headquarters."
"Pharmacist Valley is easy to defend but hard to attack, which makes it suitable."
"Besides, the 'Fufeng Scroll Keeper' who caused the death of Xia Changqing, the protector, is also there. His head is worth as much as a Middle Third Rank."
The distressed man grumbled and sighed,
"Speaking of which, this involves Protector Xia Changqing, so we can also invite the woman who admired the protector, and also..."
As the distressed man continued to mutter under his breath, the woman shifted her gaze away and coldly ordered,
"All members of the Remnant Section, attack."
"Take your weapons and hand-crossbows, this time, wipe out everyone in Pharmacist Valley, even children under ten years old."
"Anyone who can bring the Scroll Keeper's head will be greatly rewarded."
Instantly, numerous figures dashed out, all wearing masks with dull eyes.
Among these numerous figures, the woman lifted her head.
Under the sunlight, her skin seemed almost transparent, with faint, crisscrossing scars visible, chilling to behold.
A mask covered her face, resembling a demon from Purgatory, half smiling and half crying, but her eyes were fiercely malignant, chilling anyone who saw her. She looked at the distressed man beside her and spoke indifferently,
"I, Danfeng... no, the Remnant."
"Shall reemerge in Jianghu... all who are involved shall die."
"Xia Changqing is dead, but before his death, he had prepared plans for after his death. All related personnel can now be mobilized for something critical, you must not."
"Don't hold these cards in your hand until they rot, and also be unwilling to play them."
At the Fire Refining Sect.
A robust man with an aura of hidden dominance strode out, followed by a dozen martial artists wielding sharp blades. An elderly man with white hair and beard tightly gripped the young man's hand, saying,
"Sect Leader, you mustn't, you mustn't do this..."
"The case of Qi'er must not be the doing of Pharmacist Valley. What are you planning by taking people there?!"