The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 214 - 153 Chang’an Bustling Market Encounter with an Old Friend

Chapter 214: Chapter 153 Chang’an Bustling Market Encounter with an Old Friend

"Yes, Senior Brother."

Luo Faqing’s face turned red, and he dared not speak any more.

Within the Magic Veins of Shang Mountain, there were also numerous factions.

His master had also been an anomaly back in his day.

Dedicatedly driving out demons and protecting the orthodox way, he died in action with no good fortune, cursed by the locals and ridiculed and ostracized by his fellow sect members.

Later, it was the eldest senior brother, Yue Fazhong, who step by step turned the situation around.

He first ensured that his fellow brothers were well fed and clothed, and later not only did they come to serve in the Prince Mansion, but they also enabled the disciples of their lineage to hold their heads high.

Luo Faqing respected him like an elder brother and dared not speak further.

For a moment, the atmosphere inside the room became oppressive.

Seeing his expression, Yue Fazhong’s face softened slightly and he said sternly, "Among the few juniors, only you have the best aptitude, do not let kindness lead you astray."

"Understood."

Luo Faqing nodded silently.

Yue Fazhong gave a light smile, "In time, when you see more, you’ll understand. Let’s not discuss this matter anymore. I heard you recently asked Master Zhi Kong to endorse you in selling a batch of Shariputra?"

Luo Faqing’s face showed embarrassment, "It was the spoils of a previous battle, those men were quite honorable, sharing a portion with me, I thought to make some extra money..."

"Nothing to fear, I didn’t say it was wrong."

Yue Fazhong smiled and said, "Knowing how to take advantage of the situation to profit shows maturity, everyone has their selfish motives, it’s not necessarily a bad thing."

"If you cannot even take care of yourself, how can you expect to take care of others, no matter how good you talk?"

"As for those people, if you wish to associate with them, then do so."

"Yeku Lang is not important, behind them is Luo Mingzi from the Law Enforcement Hall, he only sent Yeku Lang previously to give a lesson to our Shang Mountain lineage, it’s not necessary to pay them any heed."

"Yes, Senior Brother."

Luo Faqing sighed in relief, then hesitated a moment, "Senior Brother, I heard something, Qiao Sanhu secretly came to Chang’an."

Yue Fazhong’s expression immediately turned cold, "What is he here for?"

Luo Faqing replied, "I heard he wants to collaborate with the Fire Bear Gang, join the Drum King Tournament, and compete for a spot."

Seeing Yue Fazhong’s face as somber as water, Luo Faqing bowed and said, "Senior Brother, if I may speak frankly, Qiao Sanhu has overstepped his bounds."

"This man has become increasingly greedy over the years, the things he has done have already damaged our Shang Mountain’s reputation, and sooner or later, it will cause big trouble."

"Even if he is the master’s only son..."

At this point, Luo Faqing was already somewhat angry, "While the master was alive, he didn’t dare to act so recklessly."

"As soon as the master passed away, he showed his true nature, under your cousin’s name, carrying out wanton deeds, repeatedly causing you, Senior Brother, to clean up his mess, it will inevitably lead to trouble if this continues."

"Enough, say no more!"

Yue Fazhong took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Send him a message, tell him to get out of Chang’an immediately, otherwise, I will wash my hands of his affairs!"

"Yes, Senior Brother."

Luo Faqing’s expression became solemn as he nodded.

He knew, for his Senior Brother to issue such a statement, it was already quite significant...

...

Chang’an City became poorer the further south one went.

And to the southwest was utterly a slum.

When the Golden Tent Wolf Country once attacked Chang’an, it was from this section they breached the city.

Thousands of cannons, firing in unison, followed by the plains’ Shaman Witches and Tibetan Buddhism monks, and in the forefront, the Golden Wolf and Eagle Warriors.

Chang’an fell in just one day.

Tens of thousands of Chang’an’s soldiers and civilians were injured or killed, and the southwest turned completely to ruins, with countless corpses piled up and burned, the flames glaring into the sky for several days.

For a long time, this area became known as an Evil Land infested by fierce ghosts, and it was not until the founding of the Great Xuan Dynasty that the Taixuan Orthodox Sect, along with a Zen master who built a temple and used the Nirvana Golden Body, restored peace to the area.

Those who lived here were naturally not wealthy people.

The original district’s layout had been completely destroyed, and the poor residents built their homes from mud as walls and straw as rooftops.

With no planning and further chaotic constructions by later newcomers, the entire southwest area resembled a disordered labyrinth.

Here, even obtaining clean drinking water and managing sewage was problematic.

On regular days, they drank from murky wells, with toilets haphazardly constructed, the air mixed with the smell of feces, and with every rainfall, sewage flooded the streets.

The notoriously fierce Fire Bear Gang was located in this area.

The gang leader, Xiong Baodong, came from an official’s family in North City, yet curiously chose to rise up here.

The reason was simple - poverty breeds evil.

When survival is at stake, no one cares about the law.

A bowl of wine, a bite of meat could cost a life!

Luo Faqing walked briskly, his expression grim.

He had never liked this place.

Not because it was dirty and messy, but because it evoked unpleasant memories.

His master had died in a similar place, and for a laughably pathetic reason.

Helping people to perform exorcisms for free, the Magic Artifact was stolen by local villagers in exchange for half a bag of rice and a few coins, leading to his master’s death.

He still clearly remembered, that night, his Senior Brother Yue Fazhong flayed that family alive, his eyes blood red as he roared at them: "Some people are born lowly, they aren’t worth helping!"

Yet, whenever he thought of this, Wang Daoxuan’s calm eyes would inexplicably appear in his mind.

Thinking of this, Luo Faqing sighed.

His mind felt somewhat muddled.

Unconsciously, the path ahead opened up.

This was a rather spacious martial arts school, where sturdy, bare-chested men were practicing boxing in the courtyard, each sweating profusely, exuding heat.

Nearby was also a carriage service, porters in tattered clothes, a multitude of them with fierce faces walking to and fro.

This was the site of the Fire Bear Gang.

In the chaotic blend of Chang’an City, Be it every trade had its backers, trying to get involved was extremely difficult.

The Fire Bear Gang chose to survive by competing with pugilistic world figures, relying on the lives of the slum dwellers, they forcefully seized their livelihood from carriages, porters, and even the Cao Gang.