Qin's Moon: I'm really not the Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect

In the evening, Yang Che left the palace and headed back towards the Left Sima's residence.

Although it is early spring, the nights are getting shorter and the days are getting longer, and it doesn't get dark as early anymore, the chill of winter has not completely faded away, so there are not many pedestrians on the road.

Yang Che walked down the street, enjoying the evening breeze and letting go of the fatigue from a day's work.

As they were walking, a few people emerged from a corner of the street. They were thin and small, and their clothes were tattered. Yang Che didn't pay them much attention.

As the group approached, Yang Che wrinkled his nose. The group smelled strongly of them. However, this was typical of poor people in this era. Firewood was expensive in winter, and not everyone could afford to heat water for bathing every day.

Therefore, it's normal for them to have a body odor.

Yang Che initially dismissed it, but as the group approached, he was suddenly startled. Although he was not like the nobles of this era who regarded commoners as worthless, it did not mean that ordinary people were not afraid of him.

These people, instead of avoiding him, actually came to greet him. Something was off...

Yang Che's nostrils twitched slightly as he detected an unusual scent in the air. He instantly held his breath. His Flower-Wandering True Qi, which governs life and is close to nature, grants him exceptional control over scents. Amidst the sour, putrid odor, he detected another dangerous aura.

Sure enough, the next moment, the group surrounded him again, taking out bamboo tubes from their pockets and blowing out a light mist that instantly enveloped Yang Che.

When the poison dissipated, Yang Che was already in a coma.

The group exchanged glances, pulled out a burlap sack, expertly stuffed Yang Che into it, hoisted it up, and ran off quickly. In the blink of an eye, they had disappeared into the shadows of the street.

Yang Che, who was covered by a sack, was thinking rapidly. He wondered who would want to attack him. Could it be Nightfall?

If Nightfall were to target me, they wouldn't resort to such despicable methods. But if it wasn't Nightfall, then who could it be?

Yang Che couldn't imagine who, besides Ye Mu, would dare to attack him in Xinzheng. His status was neither high nor low, and ordinary martial arts forces wouldn't dare to deal with him.

"I want to see who's behind you all." Yang Che steadied his breathing, remaining calm.

Although he is not yet a match for the top assassins of Nightfall, he has cultivated the Flower Wanderer and the Hundred Flower Plucking Techniques for a long time, and he is not someone that can be easily outmaneuvered.

Yang Che silently memorized the route the group took. After about half an hour, Yang Che clearly felt that the group's speed had slowed down.

Have we arrived at their lair?

Sure enough, the group stopped soon, and Yang Che heard them speak for the first time.

"Sect Leader, we've brought the man here after capturing him," the men said after putting down the sack containing Yang Che.

"Alright, let me see what's so special about this Imperial Censor Yang that has caught the attention of that lord." Yang Che heard a middle-aged man's voice, and then he heard footsteps approaching him.

Poison Scorpion curiously approached Yang Che. He had heard of this Imperial Censor Yang's great name, but how could a mere Imperial Censor be targeted by the Great General?

"That person?" Upon hearing this, Yang Che dispersed his inner energy again, preparing to continue his 'unconscious' state. He wanted to see which person was plotting against him.

Poison Scorpion gestured for the others to open the sack, revealing Yang Che inside. Upon seeing Yang Che, Poison Scorpion was slightly taken aback.

Every so often, Jade Tiger needs to collect a batch of beauties, but the speed of obtaining them through normal channels is far from meeting his needs. So he came to the Poison Scorpion Sect. Over the years, the Poison Scorpion Sect has collected many handsome young men and women for Jade Tiger.

Poison Scorpion was naturally quite knowledgeable, but the moment he saw Yang Che, he realized that the boys he had previously kidnapped were nothing compared to Yang Che.

Before them stood a young man with near-perfect looks, possessing an inexplicable air of elegance and refinement. It wasn't the air of nobility that came from birth, but rather the refined grace nurtured by the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth.

"Hey, I'd only ever heard of this Imperial Censor Yang before, but I never knew he was so handsome. His body is worth as much as gold."

"It's just a pity that you've offended that lord, so I have no choice but to deal with you ruthlessly." The scorpion crouched down, its venomous claws on its forearm reaching out to grab Yang Che's face. He was ugly, so naturally he didn't like other people who were handsome.

However, just as his poisonous claws approached Yang Che, his movements suddenly froze, and the next instant, he was sent flying backward.

Heh...heh...

In the eyes of one of the henchmen of the Poison Scorpion Sect, the ruthless and invincible sect leader was now crying and clutching his throat, his eyes bulging, looking extremely painful, yet unable to even utter a groan.

The prey they saw as powerless to resist stood up, a faint smile on its face, and slowly withdrew its hand.

As Yang Che stood up, Poison Scorpion could no longer stand. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, twitching a few times before falling lifeless.

"Sect Master, Sect Master..." The members of the Poison Scorpion Sect were all shocked. Their sect master was dead. They all looked at Yang Che in disbelief. Was this their prey? Weren't they the prey?

"Avenge the sect leader!" someone was the first to react and shouted.

As he shouted, some responded, but many more hesitated. They hadn't even seen how Yang Che had made his move, and their sect leader had already collapsed, clutching his throat. Could they possibly defeat someone like that?

"What are you looking at? He launched a sneak attack, otherwise the sect leader wouldn't have been hit." Someone shouted sternly.

"Don't forget who he is. If we let him walk out of here tonight, none of us will survive."

As soon as these words were uttered, the Poison Scorpion Sect finally moved. If they went up to fight, they might still have a chance to survive. If they let Yang Che leave, they would have no chance of survival.

In an instant, countless swords and blades were swung towards Yang Che. However, just as the swords and blades were about to strike, Yang Che's figure disappeared like a wisp of green smoke. The members of the Poison Scorpion Sect only felt a blur before their eyes.

When they saw Yang Che again, he appeared beside one of their companions, lightly patted the man's back of the neck, and then disappeared again. By the time they realized what had happened, another person had fallen.

Yang Che's attacks seemed light and airy to them, but with each swing of his palm, someone would fall down, and they were unable to track Yang Che's movements at all.

They could only catch a glimpse of Yang Che when one of them fell.

"Scatter! Scatter! Use poison! Use poison!" After several people fell down, a few of the more quick-witted Poison Scorpion Sect disciples finally realized what was happening and hurriedly called out to their companions.

After losing several more lives, the disciples of the Poison Scorpion Sect finally separated. Some threw out fishing nets, some swung out grappling hooks, some raised shields, and some even found bows and arrows. But the most dangerous of all were the seemingly ordinary bamboo tubes filled with deadly venom.

As the crowd gathered, the chaos surprisingly subsided. The sheer number of people gave them confidence, and the weapons in their hands quelled their fear of the enemy.