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Chapter 48 - 48 48 Sixth Master Gao Third Master Strong!

48: Chapter 48: Sixth Master Gao, Third Master Strong!

48: Chapter 48: Sixth Master Gao, Third Master Strong!

The terms Fox, Yellow, White, Willow, and Ash Grey are a mere formality and do not imply that only these five Immortal Families exist, nor does it mean there’s no hierarchy among them.

Among them, “White” and “Grey” refers to the hedgehog and the mouse, which are rarely seen in the market.

The main reason being their timidity and reluctance to shoulder responsibilities.

But this also depends on the specifics of the situation.

For instance, in Tianmen City, whether it’s the old canal transport docks in the past or the oceanic trade nowadays, the boatmen and sailors like to worship the mouse.

Firstly for wealth, secondly for safety.

In the past, the Tianmen Transport Gang maintained such a Black-Fur Ancestor.

It is said that this Black-Fur Ancestor possessed immense magical powers, with boundless mana, able to perform the Method of the Five Ghosts’ Transportation, and in a single night, could empty an entire granary.

His descendants were in the thousands, each with significant cultivation achievement, and were extremely fierce.

Alas, he was too ostentatious in his actions.

Last year, he was arrested and handled by the authorities and fed on the government’s complimentary peanuts.

Of course, this was Wang Yunxiao’s personal understanding.

According to Black-Fur Six, their revered Black-Fur Ancestor had completed his cultivation with merit last year and ascended after his body disintegrated.

Who, upon achieving such completion, needs a body disintegration?

And to rush for such an auspicious time last year.

Black-Fur Six doesn’t mean he ranks sixth in his family either.

Rats simply don’t have a concept of family lineage.

Forget a lifetime, even the rats born at the beginning of the year don’t know how to address those born by the year’s end; those are already descendants from ten generations away.

Black-Fur Six refers to the sixth accomplished demon rat under the Black-Fur Ancestor, known outwardly as Black-Fur Master Six.

And look what his cultivation has turned him into.

Seeing his level, Wang Yunxiao could fairly guess the so-called strength of the Black-Fur Ancestor.

In reality, it’s not a real name; at best, it’s a nickname.

It’s like being called a pheasant or a crow; with such a nickname, one could be considered one of the Immortal Families.

Others only need to write this nickname on a piece of paper, take it home, and offer worship, and the Immortal Family will be able to enjoy the Incense Offerings.

Of course, this “Immortal Family” has about as much substance as the “heroes and valiant men” among the Green Forest Heroes.

It’s a mere courtesy title, and everyone knows the real story behind it.

Aspiring to be a true Immortal Family requires a real name, and those are not easy to come by.

But let’s not dwell on this for now.

Let’s talk about Black-Fur Six; as he claims, he was peacefully cultivating in his cave.

Until one day, his offspring came to ask for help, saying a sibling had been poisoned by someone, in a most pitiable state.

Mice dying from poison is commonplace.

They breed fast and die quickly, and even among siblings born from the same mother, there’s hardly any deep affection.

But there’s a difference between dying quickly and dying terribly.

If you have mice at home, buying some poison or traps and killing a hundred mice a day doesn’t raise an eyebrow.

But if you’re bored and tie live mice to rockets for fun, launching a hundred a day, that’s a bit too much.

It’s not about life and death, but about face and dignity.

As the saying goes, even if you don’t steam buns, you still want to fight for some respect.

And so, Black-Fur Master Six, the Attendant Elder who reinforces the fate of the Tianmen Black-Haired Rat Clan, emerged from his seclusion, furious and determined to avenge his kindred.

However, upon arriving at the scene of the incident, all he saw was a pile of ashes.

The nearby mice gathered around to mourn, describing the scene in gruesomely horrific terms.

Hmm, a dozen or so burly men circled a few little mice in the middle, first raped them, then killed them, raped them again, killed them again, and then even destroyed the bodies and scattered their ashes…

Having grown to this age, Black-Fur Master Six had never witnessed such a brutal scene, and he felt a chill in his own heart.

Yet, surrounded by the expectant gazes of his children and grandchildren, he had no choice but to respond, albeit grudgingly.

He couldn’t find, nor did he dare to search for, the mouse murderers.

So, he inquired around and heard they were from the Chen Family, so he turned his attention to Old Man Chen, who seemed to be an honest and submissive man.

In these times, everyone loves to pick on the soft ones.

Wang Yunxiao didn’t take Black-Fur Six’s words at face value.

“Others use mice to refine evil objects, and you say you don’t know.

We clean up the sewers and kill mice, and someone sends you a tip-off?”

“You’ve also cultivated an ‘information cocoon room’?”

“Your internal strength is quite profound!”

Just as Wang Yunxiao was about to continue the interrogation, he saw Chen Yan’s wife returning from outside.

Behind her followed a middle-aged man wearing a satin short jacket, small round sunglasses, and holding a walking cane.

At a glance, he didn’t look like an upright person…

sorry, I misspoke, he looked very upright.

In the words of the common folk, just by his appearance, you would know he’s a “big shot.”

Those who hold high positions, over time, develop a certain presence, clearly different from the honest and submissive mud-legged peasants.

Chen Yan’s wife seemed timid and shrinking in front of him, not daring to raise her head or speak loudly.

This big shot rested on his cane with one hand and held two red-brown lion-head walnuts in the other as he looked left and right at the entrance of the Chen Family’s home.

His gaze was involuntarily drawn to the scene by the big willow tree.

Wang Yunxiao greeted him with a smile and a nod, then whispered to Black-Fur Six, “Do you know this man?”

Black-Fur Six shrunk his neck and pleaded, “I know, I know!

It’s Third Master Ding from the southern part of the city.

We are old acquaintances.

Can you please put out the fire first?

My fur is almost scorched by you!”

Third Master Ding…

He actually dared to come?

As Wang Yunxiao watched him turn around and walk up to him, putting away the walnuts and cupping his fists with a smile, he said, “Wind from all directions, hard work it is.

I’m not sure where you come from, what sect you’re affiliated with, what incense you’re burning?”

The so-called acknowledgement of hard work upon meeting is definitely a sign of the Jianghu World.

The Jianghu World has always had various kinds of secret codes and slang passed down through the ages.

The shadier the profession, the more esoteric the slang, incomprehensible to outsiders.

For example, the Green Forest Heroes in the mountains speak as if they are speaking a foreign language upon meeting; you can understand every word they say, but when strung together, you don’t get the meaning.

However, for those from All Walks of Life in the urban streets and alleys, there is no need for such encryption.

When Third Master Ding spoke of “wind from all directions,” it referred to All Walks of Life, but in Tianmen City, many earn their livelihood on the water.

The phrase “wind from all directions” implies that he considers himself a local and sees you as a foreigner.

Saying hard work is a code used by the Martial Faction, usually employed by those who come from martial arts schools.

Asking what “sect wind you back, which incense you burn” is a code from the Green Forest, inquiring about which mountain you’ve descended from and asking you to reveal your background.

Essentially, it’s one question asked three times, through which the origin of the other party can be mostly deduced by their response.

Wang Yunxiao chuckled, “Third Master’s backing is really solid, even the Special Service Bureau doesn’t dare touch a hair on your head.”

Third Master Ding’s face drastically changed, he stepped back half a step, and after scrutinizing Wang Yunxiao carefully for a while, he hesitantly said, “Brother…

could it be…

your surname is Wang?”

Wang Yunxiao stood up, cupped his fists with a smile, and said, “I still bear the same name and sit with the same surname, I am Wang Yunxiao.

Third Master has a strong backbone, daring to stir these muddy waters.

I truly admire you, admire you!”

Third Master Ding hurriedly waved his hands, “What are you talking about!

Don’t make fun of me, Young Hero.

There must be a misunderstanding here, please listen to my explanation!”