Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

Chapter 59 Shennong Gang

Zhong Ling suddenly landed.

Everyone in the hall, except for Xie Buruo, was indeed stunned by her.

But then someone broke in and died on the spot, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

No one paid any attention to the girl who had suddenly appeared.

Upon recognizing the deceased as his junior brother, Zuo Zimu flew into a rage, brandishing his longsword with a resounding hum, and shouted sharply.

"Let's see whether the Shennong Gang will annihilate the Wuliang Sword Sect, or the Wuliang Sword Sect will annihilate the Shennong Gang!"

Master Kasyapa stared at the black characters on Rong Ziju's chest.

"These eight black characters penetrate deep into the skin. They were not written with ink, but with a highly toxic drug. Through corrosion, they have sunk deep into the skin."

Lingxiaozi of Ailao Mountain shook his head: "The Shennong Clan is becoming more and more absurd."

At this moment, Zuo Zimu's disciple Gan Guanghao rushed in.

He was holding a feathered arrow with a letter stuck in it.

"Master, the Shennong Gang has guarded the mountain path and said that no one is allowed to go down the mountain. There are about seventy or eighty of them."

"They shot a letter with an arrow, saying it was to be given to the master."

Zuo Zimu chuckled coldly: "Seventy or eighty people think they can wipe out Wuliang Sword!"

He glanced sideways at Xie Buruo: "Nephew, your timing is too good to be true. Did you lead the Shennong Gang here?"

Xie Buruo flicked his wrist, and with a bang, the flag in his hand plunged straight into the blue brick.

"What is the Shennong Gang? If I want to cause trouble for my two senior uncles, do I need their help?"

He thought to himself, "I didn't bring the Shennong Gang here, but I can't be sure about the Lingjiu Palace."

Everyone had witnessed Xie Buruo's swordsmanship, but they never expected that his internal strength was also so profound.

Upon seeing him demonstrate this skill, everyone's expression changed.

Zhong Ling was both angry and anxious to see that all the limelight had been stolen from her.

She saw Zuo Zimu reach out to take the letter.

The original plan was to wait until the other party was poisoned before stepping forward to speak freely.

But after being beaten to it time and again, she lost patience and was about to shout herself hoarse.

Xie Buruo, however, preemptively shouted, "The letter is poisoned!"

Zuo Zimu was always cautious and unwilling to take risks, so he turned to Xin Shuangqing and said, "Junior sister, you take a look first."

Upon hearing this, Xin Shuangqing was so angry that he almost drew his sword on the spot.

She looked at Gan Guanghao: "Guanghao, read the contents of the letter aloud."

Gan Guanghao's face fell: "Uncle-Master, this isn't a good idea."

People preferred to believe it was true rather than not, and for a moment no one dared to touch the letter.

Others dared not, but Xie Buruo not only dared, but was also impatient.

Since being bitten by a group of snakes at Shaolin Temple, he had not encountered any potent poison that could enhance his martial arts skills for a long time.

Now that the Shennong Gang's poisonous message is right in front of him, how can he allow others to share this glory?

He stepped forward, snatched the letter, and began to read it.

The moment my fingers touched the envelope, I felt a tingling sensation.

He was about to close his eyes and immerse himself in this long-lost pleasure.

Unfortunately, as soon as the internal energy of the Yi Jin Jing was slightly circulated, the tingling sensation disappeared instantly, and the blackness that had just appeared on his hands also faded away quickly.

Waste drugs are useless!

Xie Buruo, his face contorted with anger, read the contents of the letter aloud to everyone.

The letter simply told Wuliangjian to surrender and he would not be killed.

Others, unaware of his deep disappointment with the Shennong Clan's potent poison, assumed he was angry to uphold the clan's honor.

Even Zuo Zimu and Xin Shuangqing nodded in agreement.

"It seems that the Shennong Gang is really not with him. This person does indeed still have some old feelings for my Wuliang Sword."

When they saw his right hand, which was holding the letter, turn from white to black and then from black to white again, they wondered what kind of miraculous detoxification method he was using, which added to their fear.

Duan Yu clapped his hands and praised, "Brother Xie repays evil with kindness; you are a true hero!"

Xie Buruo felt that he had gained some goodwill from Duan Yu, so his trip was not in vain, and his mood improved slightly.

He said to Zuo Xin and the other two.

"This rabble of the Shennong Gang dares to bully my Wuliang Sword Sect! We won't stand for it!"

"My two senior uncles, please stay here and don't leave. I'll be right back."

Zuo and Xin were naturally very willing to agree when they saw that someone was willing to step forward and take the blame to help them solve their problems.

Zuo Zimu, who was usually greedy for money, was unusually generous at this moment, and gave instructions to his disciples.

"Go and fetch the daughter's red wine that I've been treasuring for a year."

"I want to drink with my nephew to send him off on his journey!"

Xie Buyu waved his hand, his spirit soaring: "Warm the wine, I'll be right back."

Duan Yu was not only a busybody, but also a peacemaker, so he followed after them.

"Brother Xie, I'll go with you!"

"With a few words, I will discipline the Shennong Gang to pull back from the brink and turn back before it's too late."

As they spoke, the two walked down the mountain side by side.

Zhong Ling stood there, stunned.

She heard on the way that the Shennong Gang was coming to cause trouble, so she came here specifically to watch the show, intending to reveal some information and show off her power.

To her surprise, not a single person present paid any attention to her.

All eyes were either on Xie Buruo or on the Shennong Gang.

They treated her, the girl who had intruded into Wuliang Sword, as if she were invisible, and no one even asked her a question.

Zhong Ling loves to be in the spotlight, how could she tolerate that?

She hurried down the mountain, chatting idly with Xie and Duan, preparing to show off her skills in front of the Shennong Gang.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the three encountered disciples of the Shennong Gang.

They then led him to the gang leader, Sikong Xuan.

The moment Duan Yu opened his mouth, he said that it was better to resolve enmity than to create it.

His long-winded speech made Sikong Xuan's face grow increasingly gloomy, and he looked like he was about to explode.

It's better to see it and feel happy.

Wonderful! Wonderful!

Accompanying Young Master Duan on this trip is a testament to our life-or-death friendship.

I'll save him later, and then I'll ask him for the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique). There's no reason for him to refuse.

Xie Buruo wasn't really interested in the so-called sword duel between the two sects or taking over the Sword Lake Palace.

To be precise, he has been living under the Sword Lake Palace for more than half a month, and it's not up to the East and West sects to decide whether it's accurate or not.

His feelings for the Wuliang Sword Sect were not as deep as those for the Shaolin Sect, and he had no interest in dealing with the Shennong Gang on their behalf.

From beginning to end, his only target was Duan Yu.

Sikong Xuan looked coldly at Duan Yu and snorted heavily.

"In my forty years of wandering the martial world, I've never seen such a bold and reckless brat as you! Seize him!"

Xie Buruo cleared his throat, knowing it was time for him to shine.

He was about to take a step when someone else beat him to it.

Zhong Ling suffered several losses today.

She had been secretly observing Xie Buruo, the person who kept sabotaging her plans.

Seeing that the other person's shoulder twitched slightly, indicating that they were about to take action, I quickly took the initiative.

This time, we absolutely cannot let him steal the spotlight again!

Zhong Ling smiled smugly, spread her arms, and blocked the way for the crowd.

Duan Yu had never seen her abilities and only thought of her as an ordinary, noisy little girl.

"Miss Zhong, it's dangerous! Step back!"

Retreat?

I finally managed to squeeze to the front, and you're telling me to step back!

Zhong Ling waved her hand dismissively and said arrogantly, "I originally only wanted to interact with you all in my ordinary capacity, but it seems that won't be possible now."

She pulled two hissing, blue venomous snakes from the cloth bag at her waist.

Sikong Xuan saw this, curled his lip, and snorted coldly.

They are also experts in poisons. Although they specialize in plant poisons, they are also very familiar with venomous snakes.

Two mere venomous snakes were no threat to them; instead, they aroused laughter from the Shennong Gang.

Zhong Ling was furious and threatened him with a snake.

The two green snakes knew they were merely backup food for her pet lightning ferret, yet they were only going through the motions.

They listlessly stuck out their tongues as a perfunctory response, which made the Shennong gang members laugh so hard they almost fell over.

One person even laughed so hard he fainted.

Sikong Xuanle said, "Little girl, you must have something to offer to make my Shennong Gang's protector faint with laughter."

"Who's your father? I advise you not to get involved in this mess."

He turned his body slightly to the side, revealing several pits that had been dug behind him.

"Otherwise, it would be terrible for an elderly person to outlive a young person."

Zhong Ling knew that it wouldn't be easy to deal with the Shennong Gang on her own.

"Tell me about my dad, and you'll be shocked!"

She gave a thumbs-up and recited aloud.

"He lived in seclusion in the forest and hills, possessing extraordinary skills that allowed him to dominate the Southern Continent."

With his fists, none could stand against him; with his poisonous power, even ghosts would tremble.

His fearsome reputation spread throughout the land; his formidable name was that of Zhong Wanchou.