Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

Chapter 135 Wei Cang

Several days later, at the headquarters of the Canal Gang.

Inside the Hall of Righteousness, the atmosphere was deathly still, like a frozen pool. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the gang leaders standing on both sides, each holding their breath and not daring to breathe.

In the very center of the hall, a person was kneeling, his eyes bloodshot and his whole body trembling, as if he was under immense pressure.

Directly in front of him, on a tall rosewood throne, sat an elderly man with white hair and beard, none other than Wei Cang, the leader of the Canal Gang.

No one dared to look directly at the old man, even though he was a hundred years old, his face was deeply lined with wrinkles, but the pressure he exuded was like a towering mountain, making the air around him seem to tremble slightly.

He is a true Grandmaster of the Transformation Realm, a figure standing at the pinnacle of Jiangzhou.

Sixty years ago, he entered the realm of a grandmaster, and his cultivation was unfathomable.

Some say he's old and his skills have declined significantly, while others say he's a grandmaster and cannot be judged by conventional standards.

The only certainty is that during his sixty years in power, the canal gang remained firmly in the top position in Jiangzhou, unshakeable by anyone.

Wei Cang's slightly cloudy eyes swept over the many gang members standing with their heads bowed in the hall, and he asked indifferently, "Flying Fish Ferry, lost?"

The voice wasn't loud, but every word struck the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer.

The gang member kneeling in the center of the hall felt a loud buzzing in his ears, and instantly felt dizzy and almost fainted.

"The Canglang Gang has come with overwhelming force, launching a surprise attack on Duokou in Yulan Town in the dead of night. We...we can't stop them!"

The kneeling gang members lay prostrate on the ground, their foreheads pressed tightly against the earth, cold sweat pouring down their faces.

"Xie Xuan, Liu Zheng, and Yan Lie, are they all dead?"

Suddenly, a cold wind swept through, and most of the candles in the hall were extinguished instantly. The gang members in the center felt an invisible force pressing down on them, and their foreheads, which were already on the ground, were squeezed hard.

A sweet, metallic taste surged onto his tongue, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"It's...it's Chen Lang and Lu Kui. The Canglang Gang suddenly has two more Qi Opening Realm cultivators...ah!!!"

Click.

A sudden, immense force pinned him to the ground, his bones snapping under the strain.

Even though he was in excruciating pain, the gang member dared not cry out any longer. He bit his lip tightly, trying his best to endure the pain, his face deathly pale.

"Heh, two... Jin'er, tell me, how many captains have I transferred to Flying Fish Ferry?" Wei Cang said slowly.

"Six, six." Wei Jin stammered, not daring to look up at Wei Cang. He felt more fear than anything else towards his grandfather, the Grand Master.

"Six, three died, so what about the other three?" Wei Cang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wei Jin immediately lowered his head: "When we went to provide support, we were blocked halfway by Wang Lan, the leader of the Canglang Gang, so..."

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"waste!!"

Wei Cang roared, and a terrifying Grandmaster-level pressure instantly swept across the entire Gathering Hall.

"Six branch leaders! Even with two more Qi Opening Realm experts, the Canglang Gang only has five. And yet, six people can't even take down one Flying Fish Crossing!"

Wei Jin and the other two leaders at the Enlightenment Realm were the first to be hit, directly facing the oppressive force. They couldn't help but groan, their blood and qi surged, and their hearts ached.

One of them was even injured and about to vomit blood, but when he thought of Wei Cang in front of him, he suppressed it and swallowed the blood back into his mouth.

The hall was deathly silent; everyone was terrified.

After a long while, a handsome young man with his hair tied up in a jade crown stepped forward from the crowd. He was Wei Ming, another grandson of Wei Cang.

He was the only Qi Condensation Realm martial artist in this hall.

He looks much younger than Wei Jin, but he is only one step away from the Opening Acupoint Realm. Perhaps he will be able to start his breakthrough soon and challenge the nine acupoints.

He remained calm and said, "Grandfather, please calm down. It is normal that my brothers were no match for Wang Lan. As far as I know, Wang Lan has already opened up all the acupoints in his body and reached the perfect stage of the Opening Acupoint Realm. He is probably not far from becoming a Grandmaster."

Seeing that it was Wei Ming who spoke, Wei Cang's expression softened slightly, but he still snorted coldly: "No matter how nicely you put it, at best Wang Lan is just a Grand Martial Master. He couldn't even beat someone of the same realm in a three-on-one fight. What a disgrace!"

Wei Jin lowered his head, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes. He pursed his lips, wondering why Wei Ming's attitude towards him was so different from that of a grandson.

They were both destined to never break through to the Grandmaster level.

"Ming'er, don't follow their example. What you need to do is become invincible among those of the same realm. Only then will I feel at ease entrusting the Cao Gang to you," Wei Cang said leisurely.

If the Cao Gang cannot produce a second Grandmaster, then the person in charge must possess overwhelming strength compared to others in the same realm; otherwise, they cannot control so many great martial artists in the Cao Gang, nor can they control such a large territory.

Wei Jin's Enlightenment Realm strength was less a result of his own training and more a product of the resources provided by the Canal Gang.

In Wei Cang's eyes, he was not up to the task.

This is why he was keen to cultivate Wei Ming rather than Wei Jin.

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed.

Is this a pre-selection of the next leader?

Is Wei Cang finally going to give up his position after sitting in it for sixty years?

Wei Jin, standing to the side, kept his head down, and the others could not see his expression or know what he was thinking.

Wei Cang continued, "Here's what we'll do. I heard that this guy named Chen Lang killed Xie Xuan as soon as he entered the Awakening Realm. If you can bring back Chen Lang's head in the early Awakening Realm, I'll hand over the position of Grand Master to you."

Wei Ming was secretly delighted, but he concealed his joy well, remained expressionless, bowed his head and said, "Yes."

The other members of the gang began to ponder the deeper meaning behind the leader's promise made to their faces.

Flying Fish Ferry, a ferry crossing.

A cargo ship bearing the flag of the Canglang Gang stood with its bow raised, its hull polished to a gleaming shine with tung oil.

At the dock, Chen Feng and Wang Lan stood by the river, the river breeze carrying dampness, ruffling the corners of their clothes.

"I'll send someone to deliver the pills you requested as soon as I get back, and I'll also organize the cultivation tips for the Dinghai Iron Armor Technique and bring them to you as well," Wang Lan said to Chen Feng.

"Thank you." Chen Feng nodded slightly.

"No need. You earned it through your contributions. I've said it before, you help me fight the Canal Gang, and I'll give you resources. It's fair." Wang Lan said with a faint smile.

Chen Feng recalled that a few days ago, Wang Lan had traveled alone in a small boat to block the leader of the Cao Gang from providing support.

They didn't return to Feiyu Ferry until dawn the next day, when they finally boarded a small boat.

Chen Feng still remembered that when Wang Lan returned, her clothes were torn to shreds and covered in blood, a rather tragic sight, clearly indicating that she had gone through a fierce battle.

Wang Lan truly harbored deep resentment towards the Grand Canal Gang.

"Master, everything is ready." Lu Kui jumped off the deck and walked to Wang Lan's side.

Wang Lan nodded and stepped into the cabin with Lu Kui. They were going to take the boat back to Yongning Bay.

The arrangements for Feiyu Ferry have been completed, and the Cao Gang has most likely abandoned this territory and will not send any more people over.

Meanwhile, things suddenly changed in Yongning Bay. The city's defense forces launched a massive manhunt for martial artists from all over the country, and unrest broke out frequently, causing widespread panic.

Qi Hai and He Chuan alone are not enough to keep things under control.