Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 134 - 127: For Heroic Venerate, Kill, Kill, Kill! (Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Passes)_2

Chapter 134: Chapter 127: For Heroic Venerate, Kill, Kill, Kill! (Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Passes)_2

He thought of a scene, a famous martial arts expert like himself, thinking he could easily deal with these seemingly ordinary White Socks.

But every one of these White Socks has a secret technique practiced to perfection, such as "Men Can’t See."

With their tacit coordination, hundreds of ordinary White Socks used hundreds of perfected moves at once. Combined, what would become of that overconfident expert?

At this moment, Huang Feihong seemed to grasp a key point.

The reason why the White Socks Sect could rise so suddenly and rarely meet an equal was probably due to this.

It enabled ordinary people to become extraordinary.

In the Martial World, it was extremely difficult for great families and sects to find and nurture a genius.

These geniuses were naturally the mainstays of their sects and families.

But the White Socks Sect was different; it disrupted this pattern.

It’s much easier to find ten ordinary people than to find one in ten thousand geniuses.

And the terrible thing about the White Socks Sect was that these ten ordinary disciples could potentially kill that one-in-ten-thousand cultivation prodigy.

A hundred ordinary White Socks could even possibly kill a dreaded old demon.

This was an existence more terrifying than any Sword Array or battle formation.

Because in the past, it was exceedingly rare for ordinary people in the Martial World to master a move to perfection, yet the followers of the White Socks Sect could.

Reflecting on this, Huang Feihong’s heart sank.

Perhaps, this was the reason why the White Socks were undefeated and fearless.

They didn’t even mind revealing this secret to him.

Exactly how many followers the White Socks Sect had, no one could say for certain.

Thinking of the swarms of White Socks filling the Martial World, Huang Feihong felt his scalp tingle.

...

Meanwhile, in the streets and lanes of Qingbai City, there were many more storytellers.

Due to the influx of disaster victims, the city had actually been much busier than usual these days.

Fortunately, the disaster relief funds from the lords didn’t delay a bit, and with the well-coordinated efforts of Bodhi Charity Hall, Qingbai City did not descend into chaos.

In the most bustling teahouse, a storyteller with a red turban around his head couldn’t stop talking.

"It’s said that people from the White Socks Sect have appeared up the Qingyi River!"

"Some might not know what the White Socks Sect is, but anyone who has spent time in the Demon Country or Qingzhou knows they are a group of devils dressed in white socks!"

"Qingzhou’s largest gang, the Heavenly Clothes Gang, had its Gang Leader beheaded by them, along with eighteen of the gang leader’s wives, all hung on the city walls; the Wang Family of Qingzhou, known for its martial experts, is now left with only Iron Fist Wang Shuang."

"If you ask me, Qingzhou’s Martial World is now under the White Socks’ rule."

"Now they’ve come! This flood is just the beginning. If we, the heroes of Yu State, don’t unite, we’re doomed to destruction."

At this point, the storyteller clapped his shocked wooden block and reminded: "If you ask me, it’s our Yu State heroes that emerge in abundance. As far as I know, facing this critical moment, Young Hero Duan Lang, who previously stopped the flood and saved lives, full of courage, has already gone alone to meet the White Socks!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

Hearing this, a group of people couldn’t help but cheer.

However, those familiar with the Martial World were puzzled—"Isn’t Young Hero Duan Lang Old Demon Duan?"

They had already heard the news that Old Demon Duan stopped the flood, gave gold for disaster relief, and thought that it was Old Demon Duan playing the young hero too deeply.

Now Old Demon Duan had even gone to confront the White Socks Sect.

At the top floor of the teahouse, Su Lizhi and her junior sister watched in silence.

At this time, the junior sister couldn’t help but say, "Sister, you spread the news without the Supervisor and General Office’s approval this time. Is this too risky?"

"If I don’t say anything, will the White Socks not come?"

"But is this useful?" the junior sister asked, puzzled.

Everyone knew the proverb "shoot the bird that sticks out," besides madmen like Old Demon Duan, the characters of the Martial World of Yu State, were probably just spectators.

"It’s better to have help than none at all, and besides, this story isn’t meant for the ordinary folks of Yu State’s Martial World," said Su Lizhi with a worried expression.

"Sister, are you worried about Old Demon Duan?" the junior sister asked tentatively.

"Old Demon Duan is powerful, is unorthodox, but after all, he is just one person, and the White Socks are an exceptionally unorthodox group," said Su Lizhi.

Seeing her sister’s worried expression, the junior sister did not dare to speak for a while.

Because she couldn’t help but think of the complicated ties between Goddess Catchers and Demons, stories where Goddess Catchers sacrificed themselves to demons, could it be that her elder sister also...

The junior sister shook her head, hurriedly discarding the strange thoughts in her mind.

Then, on the street, three sword-carrying men overheard all this.

The leader of the men said, "Old Demon Duan has gone upriver; we should go too."

Another young man said, "Big Brother, shall we wait for Third Sister and the others?"

"To deal with Old Demon Duan, our Three Talents Sword Formation is already enough. Why bother using the Huangshan Six Peak Sword! Besides, with Old Demon Duan fighting the White Socks Sect, it’s our perfect opportunity to strike while they are distracted."

"Sister, your brother is here for your revenge!"

With that, the big brother of the Huangshan Sword Sect, Liu Qingyu, suddenly shed tears.

Since childhood, he and Chen Ying were childhood sweethearts, always treating her as his own sister. But on that day, when Chen Ying was married to Zhu Heimian, Liu Qingyu suddenly felt a profound pain.

It was as if the sky had collapsed.

Pain, such intense pain!

He suddenly realized that he loved his junior sister.

The kind of love between lovers!

He had been constrained by certain societal notions before, which was why he felt so pained at the time, and even now, he found it hard to move on.

But to his shock, the pain could even intensify.

Old Demon Duan had actually killed his junior sister, Chen Ying.

The love of his life!

Therefore, upon receiving the news, he set out to kill Old Demon Duan!

He didn’t care whether the White Socks Sect would cause an uproar, bringing calamity upon the world; all he wanted now was to slay Old Demon Duan.

It would be best to ambush and backstab the scoundrel while a conflict erupted between Old Demon Duan and the White Socks Sect!

Because he knew that such a sneak attack would inflict profound pain and regret on Old Demon Duan.

And so, the heartbroken Huangshan’s First Sword, Liu Qingyu, set out with two other swords!

Not long after, the One-eyed Green Dragon Monk overheard the news about Duan Yun and said, "Head, it’s Old Demon Duan!"

It was an old monk clad in a short robe, with a dark complexion.

The already imposing One-eyed Green Dragon Monk seemed diminutive next to the older monk, like a chick beside him.

The old monk was not taller or more robust than him, but he appeared more majestic and fierce.

The old monk, referred to as "Head," nodded and said, "Old Demon Duan is both righteous and evil. It would be good for this humble monk to convert him and have him shave his head to become a monk."

Saying this, the two monks also vanished into the city, heading upstream.

Su Lizhi was unaware of the Huangshan Three Swords and the Tieshui Temple monks; she only knew that the person she was eagerly waiting for had not arrived until the evening.

The Bloodthirsty Storyteller kept repeating those words, his voice almost hoarse.

Just then, five female sword cultivators dressed in white arrived in the city, and just as they were about to sit down for tea, they heard of Young Hero Duan Lang’s deeds.

One of the female sword cultivators exclaimed in surprise, "It’s Heroic Venerate!"

"Heroic Venerate is going to kill White Socks!"

"Sisters, let’s go too!"

"The one Heroic Venerate wishes to slay is also our enemy! Those who hold a grudge against Heroic Venerate shall not coexist with us under the heavens!"

In an instant, a fierce and fiery light shone in the eyes of the five female sword cultivators as they spoke loudly.

"Sister, listening to this, there are many from the White Socks Sect."

"So what if the White Socks Sect has many members? Are there fewer of us from the Jade Sword Sect?"

"Sisters, gather all nearby sisters; it’s time to slay the White Socks Sect!"

"Believe in Heroic Venerate, perform heroic deeds; believe in Heroic Venerate, act for Heaven!"

"Believe in Heroic Venerate, carry out heroic acts; Jade Sword Sect, act for Heaven; Jade Sword Sect, enact the way on behalf of Heaven..."

Hearing it was the Jade Girls from the Jade Sword Sect, the nearby people were already scared and stealthily retreated.

Then, an even more bizarre scene occurred.

The initial group of five awe-inspiring Jade Girls, as they chanted their slogan and occasionally set up sword positions, were joined by women in white coming from all directions, swelling their ranks.

By the time they reached the city’s outskirts, there were a hundred in number.

The junior sister gasped, "There are so many Jade Girls?"

Su Lizhi murmured, "The Jade Sword Sect doesn’t have a fixed headquarters; maybe they’ve always been scattered like this."

Over a hundred Jade Girls stood outside the city, and the leader waved her arm—"Sisters, for Heroic Venerate, let’s kill the White Socks!"

Afterward, the group moved against the current, and behind them, one after another, the Dharma Images of Old Demon Duan appeared, creating an exceptionally eerie and terrifying scene.

At that moment, children stopped crying, adults’ legs went weak with fear, and those nearby were so frightened they wet themselves, forget about running.

Seeing this scene, the junior sister turned pale and said, "Sister, can the White Socks Sect be even more sinister than this?"

Similarly pale, Su Lizhi said, "I don’t know."

As the Goddess Catcher, she had seen a lot, but she had never witnessed a spectacle with so many Jade Girls and the Dharma Images of old demons.

It was extremely sinister.