Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 739 - 394 encounters danger_2

Chapter 739: 394 encounters danger_2

Silently, he left his seat and quickly walked out of the inn.

Fang Zhixing and his five companions had their fill and returned to their rooms to bathe and sleep.

In the middle of the night!

Quietly, a group of thirty-one people approached the inn.

The leader was a bald man with a big beard, leopard-like eyes, and a bulky build covered in lumps all over his face, resembling a toad.

Upon closer inspection, it was evident that all their faces bore those lumps.

Standing next to the bald man with a big beard was Suo Yike.

"Master, there are five turtles from Canghai Sect in this inn, including Luo Wenchuan, the killer of your son. They are all injured. Additionally, there is a successor from Divine Treasure Sect traveling with them," Suo Yike said excitedly.

"Good!"

The bald man with a big beard let out a cold laugh, rolled up his sleeves, and said fiercely, "Listen to my command, take the Love Potion you carry and toss it inside the inn at once."

"Yes!"

Thirty disciples each took a cloth bag and donned masks.

They split into four groups, tiptoeing to surround the inn completely.

"Throw!"

At the command, cloth bags flew through the night air, through the windows, and into various rooms.

The bags hit the window sills, dropped on tables, or rolled onto the floor...

Then they all burst open!

Bang bang bang~

Massive clouds of red smoke quickly filled the air, spreading throughout the inn.

Every room was engulfed in thick red smoke.

"Cough, cough cough..."

Soon, painful coughing sounds echoed throughout the inn.

Figures staggered, some dashed for the door but collapsed on the ground just a few steps out.

"Hold your breath, cover your mouth and nose with a wet cloth!"

Suddenly, a loud shout spread in all directions.

It was Luo Wenchuan!

He burst out of his room, sword in right hand, covering his mouth and nose with a wet cloth in his left.

The hallway was filled with red smoke, rendering visibility poor.

However, his two junior brothers quickly ran out, while the younger sister and the young man with a missing arm showed no movement.

One of the junior brothers gestured upward, suggesting that they could break through the roof and jump on top.

Luo Wenchuan immediately waved his hand, dismissing the idea.

Right then, another martial artist staying at the inn, acting on a whim, leaped high up and flipped the roof tiles with a crash.

The martial artist landed on the rooftop.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Almost instantly, several cold gleams shot from the darkness, all arrows.

In a flash, the martial artist was turned into a hedgehog and clearly beyond saving.

He died without knowing the cause of his death.

Yet this scene made Luo Wenchuan and his two companions even more hesitant to make a move.

No one dared to go out!

They lay in the hallway, tightly covering their mouths and noses, waiting for the smoke to dissipate.

Fortunately, soon after, the night wind grew stronger, rolling the thick smoke away toward the distance.

Luo Wenchuan quickly rose and crept to the window to stealthily look outside.

This look was catastrophic, as his pupils sharply contracted, and his heart sank further, exclaiming, "Poison Toad Sect!"

Poison Toad Sect, an evil sect, had been suppressed multiple times by Canghai Sect. The two had long-standing blood feuds, vowing not to coexist peacefully.

His junior brother crawled over and asked, "How many came?"

Luo Wenchuan replied, "It doesn’t matter how many came, the real problem is that Du Jiugao is also here."

"What, the Sect Master of Poison Toad Sect came as well?!"

The junior brother’s face turned pale as he gasped, "Du Jiugao is a martial sect powerhouse."

Luo Wenchuan’s expression was grave as he pondered, "In that battle three years ago, Du Jiugao must have been severely injured by our master, and his cultivation greatly diminished."

His junior brother, unable to cry, said in despair, "A starving camel is still bigger than a horse. Du Jiugao is after all a Martial Sect Master, and even if he isn’t as strong as before, he is still not someone we can contend with."

Another junior brother exclaimed urgently, "What about Elder Fang? With him here, perhaps..."

They had not seen Fang Zhixing and couldn’t help but feel suspicious.

"That elder might have left. After all, he has no ties with us. Why would he risk getting involved in this vendetta?" said the junior brother with a hint of resentment.

Martial Sect Masters are superior beings, high above like the nobility.

If two Martial Sect Masters meet and they don’t have deadly grievances, they generally wouldn’t tear each other’s faces.

Luo Wenchuan couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh, resolutely saying, "Junior brothers, take the junior sister and the youngest junior brother and run. I’ll cover the rear."

The two junior brothers, shocked, exclaimed urgently, "Big senior brother, what about you?"

Luo Wenchuan said sternly, "I have my ways. Don’t worry about me."

The two junior brothers looked at each other and said resolutely, "If we are to die, we’ll die together. We will never abandon our big senior brother to live in disgrace."

No sooner had they spoken than a rough, cold laugh came from outside, "Luo Wenchuan, come out!"

Luo Wenchuan peeked out half of his head and shouted, "Du Jiugao, three years no see. You’ve lost quite a bit of hair."

Du Jiugao, his face as grim as water, sneered, "How does the Love Potion taste? I specially concocted it, and even if you cover your nose and mouth, it can still penetrate your skin and enter your body."

At that statement,

Luo Wenchuan’s face turned pale with shock, and he hurriedly circulated his energy to check his body, but this movement made things worse.

The effects of the Love Potion were activated, causing his whole body to weaken, making him dizzy.

The two junior brothers immediately knelt down, their faces ashen, completely drained of strength.

"Big senior brother!"

Suddenly, the junior sister ran over, clad in undergarments that revealed much of her body, drenched and all the more enchanting.

"Junior sister, are you alright?" Luo Wenchuan was astounded.

The junior sister replied, "I hid inside the bathing tub, soaking in the water and didn’t come into contact with the Love Potion."

Luo Wenchuan realized, regretting that he hadn’t thought of this himself.

"How is the youngest junior brother?" he asked.

The junior sister’s complexion worsened, her heart aching as she said, "The youngest junior brother fell asleep after taking the medicine..."

Luo Wenchuan understood—the young man with the broken arm had never woken up.

Even if they could escape, they couldn’t carry the unconscious youngest junior brother with them; he was certainly beyond help.

Luo Wenchuan said dejectedly, "Junior sister, we are doomed, but you still have a chance. Try to escape, notify the master, and avenge us."

The junior sister, on the verge of tears, shook her head, "No, if we are to die, we’ll die together!"

The moment those words left her mouth, a shadow loomed over them.

Du Jiugao leaped through the window, landing in front of Luo Wenchuan, his face ferociously exposed.

Luo Wenchuan was terribly scared and struggled to stand up, but he collapsed back down mid-rise.

The junior sister immediately drew her sword and thrust it forward.

Du Jiugao, scornfully, stepped aside and casually slapped it down.

"Ah~" The junior sister cried out in pain as her wrist hurt, causing the long sword to fall from her hand.

The next second, she was embraced from behind by Du Jiugao, who clutched her throat.

"Canghai Ascending Dragon Sword, a complete mess," Du Jiugao laughed heartily.

"Let me go!" the junior sister struggled frantically.

Instead, Du Jiugao became excited, appraising the junior sister, and clucked, "Little girl, you’re quite beautiful. You haven’t been touched yet, have you? Tonight, your lord here will have some fun with you."

The junior sister was horrified, her face drained of color.

Luo Wenchuan, furious, said, "Du, you’re a Martial Sect Master, a renowned figure in the Martial Arts. Let go of my junior sister and come at me if you have a problem!"

Du Jiugao scoffed, sneering, "What renowned figure in the Martial Arts? Do you think I painstakingly cultivated to become a Martial Sect Master for what? Of course, it was to enjoy life as I please. My Poison Toad Sect has been oppressed by your Canghai Sect for so many years, now that I’ve caught you, why shouldn’t I enjoy myself?"

He glared at Luo Wenchuan, his voice chilling, "Don’t worry, I will let you watch how your junior sister is conquered by me.

Additionally, I’ve also brought thirty disciples who are eager as ever. They particularly like playing with men’s asses. They’ll surely make you, Luo Wenchuan, enjoy yourself too."

Luo Wenchuan’s breath stalled, and at that moment, he wished he could bite his own tongue and die; sadly, he was completely powerless.

Du Jiugao, very satisfied with the despair on Luo Wenchuan’s face, shouted to the outside, "Disciples, come in!"

Outside, there was utter silence...