The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 549 - 314: Tyrant Well Ghost Stories

Chapter 549: Chapter 314: Tyrant Well Ghost Stories

"Hey, it’s so lively?"

Li Yan looked towards the distance, somewhat surprised.

He hadn’t even seen Purple Sun Lake yet when he saw lights illuminating the night ahead, drums and gongs creating an uproar, and various opera performances echoing.

"Young Hero Li might not know,"

One of the government officials who followed quickly stepped forward and smiled, "Around Purple Sun Lake, there are beautiful sceneries with many large residences built by wealthy families in the city, as well as some taverns and inns that have hired troupes to perform operas..."

The Buddhist sector was busy, and so was the government.

These officials had maintained order at the Dragon Boat race during the day and also had to inspect passing boats, they were already exhausted, and being called out at night naturally upset them.

But the Li Yan in front of them was recently a celebrity in Wuchang City. They dared not offend him and could only hide their dissatisfaction.

Seeing their expressions, Li Yan realized what they were thinking and could not help but chuckle, "Gentlemen, we are just going to take a look, we might not find anything, and coincidentally I haven’t had dinner yet, let’s find a tavern later and I will treat you to drinks."

The Great Hall helped him to refine his heart, removing the dust from his mind.

Honestly, he wasn’t originally a reserved person, but having gone through many hardships in the past year, although he’d safely made it through, the stress was undeniable, and his temperament had grown gloomy.

This time, he recovered quite a bit of his old self.

Roaming the pugilistic world on this trip was to witness the myriad things in the world, aiming to have a clear conscience in all matters, and even if disaster struck, he would face it calmly.

"This... how could we impose."

"No need to be courteous, but later we must find a good place, if the food and drink are poor, I won’t be paying!"

"Young Hero Li will surely be satisfied!"

In just a few words, they had brought themselves closer.

They turned a street corner and suddenly the view opened up, revealing a large lake, its surface as calm as water, lined with willow trees.

As the officials had said, there were many wealthy households’ residences here, and even the tea houses and taverns were still in business.

Temporary opera stages were set up every few hundred meters, with street performers drawing circles on the ground, and vendors selling Power Pills... The area was bustling with people moving around.

Seeing this, Li Yan also felt good.

In this era throughout Divine State, most people would rest at night, a lively scene like this was rarely seen on ordinary days.

Unfortunately, this time he had encountered a demon causing trouble.

Sha Lifei was busy making firearms, Wang Daoxuan and Lv San were learning to refine themselves while also protecting the Tian Family, so only he could come out.

"Is this Young Hero Li?"

Just a few steps later, several men approached from the side of the street, all dressed in black brocade robes, the surrounding people quickly stepped aside, these were the men from the Captain Bureau.

Unlike in Yichang, since coming to the three cities of Wuchang, Li Yan had rarely interacted with the Captain Bureau people.

After all, no one wanted to provoke such a government body without reason.

With the men blocking his way, Li Yan smiled and asked, "What can I do for you, sir?"

The man, large and dark-skinned, spoke upon hearing this, "I am Yu Sheng, a Hundred Households in charge of night patrols in the city, has Young Hero Li discovered anything?"

Initially, he hadn’t wanted to strike up a conversation.

This was Wuchang City, even if Li Yan was well-known, it did not really matter to them except it might cause troubles requiring them to record more details.

After all, monitoring the pugilistic world was also the duty of the Captain Bureau.

"Master Yu."

The government official quickly came forward, bowing with a smile and said, "Baotong Zen Temple asked Young Hero Li to inspect the Despot Well, we are following orders to guide and assist."

"Oh, I see."

Hearing this, Hundred Households Yu’s wariness visibly decreased as he spoke gravely, "The water of the Despot Well suddenly turned murky, causing public panic, and some wealthy families added to the chaos by hiring unscrupulous witches and wizards to perform rituals, all talking nonsense, we’ve already driven them away."

"If Young Hero Li could clarify the situation, it would indeed be good. If needed, the Captain Bureau is always ready to help."

"Thank you, sir."

"As it should be."

After a round of inquiries, the people from the Captain Bureau quickly left.

Li Yan glanced around, noticing gazes drifting from the crowd and some taverns’ second floors, which only shifted after Hundred Households Yu left.

Clearly, they were all from the Captain Bureau.

This operation mobilized the force of the three Wuchang cities, which looked chaotic yet each had its focus.

The Law Enforcement Hall was primarily responsible for the rituals, preventing disturbances from the Mystical Sect.

While the Captain Bureau mainly focused on the pugilistic world, considering such large events attracted countless pugilistic visitors, there certainly were demons mingling among them.

Li Yan paid no mind, casually buying a bag of sugar-glazed chestnuts on the street, eating while following the officials through the crowded tide.

After they left, one man finally raised his head.

Dressed in coarse clothes and animal skin boots, his attire resembled that of a rural Hunter, carrying a rack strung with dried turtles, long worms, and four-legged snakes.

It was a common appearance for street sellers peddling wild medicine, walking through streets selling their family’s secret formulas, mainly aphrodisiacs and abortion pills.

It worked, indeed, but such drugs were fierce, sometimes curing an ailment and other times leading to sudden death, leaving no one to hold accountable once reported.

Such people were numerous, even ordinary folks knew their tricks.

But in some cases, there was a helpless acceptance, as poor families couldn’t afford official doctors, delaying only meant death, better to gamble on a pack of these medicines.

That was the despair of being poor.

Watching Li Yan’s departing figure, a vicious glint flashed in the peddler’s eyes as he meandered through the crowd, loudly hawking:

"Not selling old medicine anymore, selling new medicine called ’Mountain-Leaking Pour,’ listen up, folks, if you pee too low, use ’Mountain-Leaking Pour.’ After taking ’Mountain-Leaking Pour,’ you can pee into the wind from eight yards high..."