Gou Zai Wudao Shicheng Dao

Black Tiger Gang, North City Branch.

The room was dimly lit, with only an oil lamp hanging in the air, barely illuminating half of the room.

Huang Laizi stood on one side of the long table, his neck hunched and back bent, with a fawning expression.

He dared not look directly at the person sitting in the armchair, and his voice trembled slightly when he spoke.

"Mr. Song, I went to test that young man from the Fang family today as you instructed."

The man was dressed as a scholar, with a refined appearance, but his eyes and brows lacked any scholarly air; instead, they exuded a chilling aura.

This person was Song Baishan, a trusted advisor to Peng Biao.

He was nicknamed "the insidious scholar".

Upon hearing Huang Laizi's words, Song Baishan glanced at him.

That gaze, though seemingly gentle, was like a cold, venomous snake, making Huang Laizi stiffen and break out in a cold sweat.

"Oh?"

"Tell me, how did the second son of the Fang family deal with it?"

Huang Laizi quickly bowed and reported the day's events in rapid succession.

He pretended to mention the monthly allowance, and Fang Xia brought up his military examination achievements and the rules for scholars.

He had no choice but to bow down and apologize.

Huang Laizi spoke in great detail, even mimicking Fang Xia's tone and demeanor perfectly, as if afraid of missing the slightest detail.

"Sir, you don't know, that young Fang Xia is not old, but he has a sharp tongue and speaks of the proper etiquette of a scholar."

"Knowing that the Demon Suppression Division is keeping a close watch, I dare not act rashly and can only retreat first..."

After listening, Song Baishan's face showed a half-smile.

After a while.

He slowly closed his folding fan, and a soft "snap" broke the silence in the hall.

"To protect oneself?"

With a sneer, Song Baishan's tone suddenly turned cold, and the chill in his eyes intensified.

"You bastard, you certainly know how to make excuses for yourself."

Master Biao will feed you, teach you martial arts, and put you in charge of the North City branch.

Is this how you repay him?

Huang Laizi was so frightened that his legs went weak and he knelt down with a thud.

His forehead slammed heavily against the ground, and blood instantly seeped out.

"Your subordinate wouldn't dare! Your subordinate has never forgotten your roots!"

Huang Laizi wept bitterly, his voice hoarse, wishing he could cut out his heart to prove his innocence.

"I am only wary of the power of the Demon Suppression Division. The Fang family has the title of martial arts examination graduate. Openly taking action against them will only cause trouble for Master Biao!"

"I truly did not mean to back down; please, sir, investigate thoroughly!"

He knew Song Baishan's methods all too well.

This seemingly refined scholar was far more ruthless than Peng Biao.

Within the Black Tiger Gang, many members who failed to perform their duties ended up disappearing without a trace.

They were either thrown into the mountains to feed demons, or they were silently silenced.

Huang Laizi knew that if he couldn't satisfy Song Baishan today, his fate would be dire.

I'm afraid I'll be the next one to disappear.

Song Baishan glanced at Huang Laizi, his eyes showing no pity, but rather a hint of amusement.

He lightly flicked Huang Laizi's chin with his folding fan. The force was light, but it made Huang Laizi stiffen all over and he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"You do remember the Demon Suppression Division?"

Song Baishan's words were like daggers, each one piercing the heart: "But have you forgotten? Master Biao deeply hates that scoundrel Fang Qing; he wishes he could skin him alive and tear him apart!"

"Back then, Fang Qing was the chief officer of the Demon Suppression Division. He led a team to intercept Biao Ye's money-making path and almost sent Biao Ye to the Demon Suppression Division's prison."

"This grudge, Biao Ye has held for years, and has never forgotten!"

Song Baishan's tone suddenly became more serious, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"Master Biao sent you to test the Fang family, but you were intimidated by a mere brat and slunk back!"

Huang Laizi was so frightened that he kowtowed even more fiercely.

"Your subordinate knows he was wrong! Your subordinate knows he was wrong!"

"Please, sir, give me another chance. I will definitely handle this matter properly!"

......

Get up.

After letting the yellow sore throat dry for a while, Song Baishan suddenly spoke in a calm tone.

"Master Biao also knows that the Demon Suppression Division is powerful, and the Fang family has martial arts qualifications. It would be inappropriate to openly attack them."

Huang Laizi quickly got up, head down, not daring to breathe, a glimmer of hope on his face.

Song Baishan walked to the window, looked at the dim sky outside the courtyard wall, and spoke in a low voice.

"If we can't do it openly, then we'll do it covertly."

The Fang family has fallen on hard times, and their only hope lies with the second son of the Fang family.

I heard that the young man has joined the Sanyang Hall to learn martial arts and has a chance to pass the martial arts examination...

He turned around, his gaze falling on Huang Laizi, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Let's destroy him."

With the Fang family's hopes dashed, Fang Qing, even with the protection of his old friends from the Demon Suppression Division, will eventually have his edge worn down.

You need to understand that the protection of the Demon Suppression Division is never free; it requires accumulating favors.

"Once the Fang family has exhausted all their favors with the Demon Suppression Division, they will have no hope of rising again."

What's the difference between them and the lowly people on the streets?

At that time, Boss Biao can manipulate them however he wants.

It's time to settle that old score Fang Qing owes.

Upon hearing this, Huang Laizi's eyes lit up instantly, and the fear on his face vanished.

While feeling overjoyed, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine.

Huang Laizi glanced at Song Baishan and secretly rejoiced.

Luckily, I didn't anger this person!

Such insidious schemes truly live up to the name "Insidious Scholar".

"Understood! Understood!" Huang Laizi bowed respectfully.

"I'll make the arrangements right away. I'll definitely ruin that brat Fang Xia and destroy the Fang family's future!"

Song Baishan nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand.

"Go, and remember to do it cleanly. Don't leave any evidence that could cause trouble for the Demon Suppression Division."

If you mess this up again, you don't need to come back to see Boss Biao and me.

"Yes! Your subordinate obeys!" Huang Laizi hurriedly replied, turned around and strode out of the main hall, his eyes filled with a hint of ruthlessness.

This time, he could only succeed; he could not fail.

Inside the main hall, Song Baishan once again raised his folding fan, the dim light illuminating his profile.

Half in the light, half in the shadow.

Song Baishan's eyes were cold, and the smile on his lips became increasingly eerie.

"Fang Qing... your Fang family's good days are over."

.....

The next day.

As dawn broke and the eastern sky began to lighten, Heishan County was still shrouded in morning mist.

Fang Xia had already arrived at the outer courtyard of Sanyang Hall.

Fang Xia chose a corner and assumed the posture of the Thirty-Six Forms of the Three Yang Stance.

Squat with knees bent, back straight like a pine tree, hands hanging naturally at your sides, fingertips slightly curled inward.

........

With his eyes slightly closed, Fang Xia's breathing was long and steady, and his body's energy circulated with the standing meditation.

I immersed my mind in the practice of stance training, focusing only on the movements of the Three Yang Stance.

Sweat dripped down her body, soaking her clothes, and Fang Xia felt sore all over.

However, as he breathed slowly, a barely perceptible warmth spread out.

It flows along the meridians to the limbs and bones, nourishing every inch of muscles and bones.

[Destiny: Late bloomer.]

[Attribute: Perseverance will surely lead to success.]

[Introduction to Sanyang Zhuang (88/100)]

With the blessing of a "late bloomer" destiny, Fang Xia's endurance far surpasses that of his peers.

After practicing for nearly an hour, his breathing remained steady, and his movements were not distorted at all; on the contrary, they became more and more skillful.

"Indeed, as long as you practice diligently and persistently, the 'perseverance' characteristic of your destiny will continue to exert its power."

Fang Xia pondered to herself, a hint of certainty flashing in her eyes.

"In five more days, I will surely be able to master the Three Yang Stance, condense the first wisp of Qi and blood, and step into the Body Tempering Gate."

At that time, we will have more power to protect ourselves...