Although the Taoists of the Zhenwu Sect were all deaf, their eyesight was exceptionally keen. As the Zhenwu Taoist turned and shouted, everyone’s attention was drawn.
In an instant, they guessed what had happened.
The God of Slaughter, Yan Shouyi, was here!
The Zhenwu Taoists immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Their first reaction was to freeze in place, unsure whether to join forces to deal with Yan Shouyi or to turn and flee.
After all, the reputation of the God of Slaughter had spread throughout the Xuanmen. Many people who had never met Yan Shouyi had demonized him in their hearts, believing him to be a bloodthirsty madman.
As Yan Shouyi was unsure how to respond, several cars drove in the wrong direction from the highway exit. Many unfamiliar faces jumped out of the cars, their targets clear, and they rushed straight towards the Zhenwu Taoists!
What was the origin of this group? Were they reinforcements for the Zhenwu Sect?
Yan Shouyi prepared for the worst and said sternly to everyone:
“When the fighting starts later, prioritize everyone’s safety. Don’t give the enemy an opportunity due to momentary soft-heartedness. They can’t wait for us to die!”
These words made everyone glance at Yan Shouyi again.
Although his inner demons were gone, his style of conduct from the past period had remained. Yan Shouyi would not hold back when necessary.
Long Feicheng nervously reached under the seat, ready to draw his Caiwei Sword to respond.
Brother Yang didn’t know what was happening but sensed that something was wrong. He said with a pale face:
“Did you guys run into enemies? What should we do now? Should I just floor it and charge forward?!”
Now, everyone was in the same boat. Brother Yang no longer cared about his future as a truck driver; survival was the most important thing.
Brother Yang was now absolutely sure that Yan Shouyi and the others were gangsters. If their enemies showed up now, even if they came with machetes to chop people, Brother Yang wouldn’t find it strange.
Just as everyone was on guard, ready to make a move, the new group suddenly attacked the Zhenwu Taoists!
This group of people was agile and swift. They did not use weapons, but their blows were precise and landed on the vital parts of the Zhenwu Taoists!
They used their fists when they could, kicked when their fists were unusable, and even resorted to biting with their teeth when their feet were no longer effective!
Yan Shouyi truly did not expect that even in this era, there would be such primitive fighting methods.
However, this method was surprisingly effective. Due to their numerical advantage, the Zhenwu disciples and a few staff members were all knocked down in just a few seconds!
In an instant, the highway exit was filled with people lying in disarray, while Yan Shouyi and his group appeared exceptionally out of place.
“What is all this?” Long Feicheng asked in astonishment.
Yan Shouyi was certain that the Folklore Research Society had no allies here, but these people had come to his rescue… Could they be enemies of the Zhenwu Sect?
That didn’t seem right either. If they were going to fight, they wouldn’t have let us sitting in the car go, would they?
Everyone was filled with confusion when they saw a masked woman from the opposing group walk up to the truck, kneel on one knee, and shout:
“Everyone from Wushen Mountain greets Chairman Yan!”
The masked woman was very “sturdy.” If she hadn’t had long hair and a slightly high-pitched voice, Yan Shouyi would not have believed she was a woman.
However, upon hearing her shout, Yan Shouyi breathed a sigh of relief.
So, it was people from Wushen Mountain.
Although Yan Shouyi had not interacted with people from Wushen Mountain before, they were all folk religious sects, and thus considered allies, or rather, friends.
In the car, Brother Yang’s eyes bulged.
He had expected a shootout, but he hadn’t expected a savior.
“Wushen Mountain… is that some local gang?” Brother Yang asked in a low voice. “So you have such a strong background!”
Yan Shouyi chuckled in embarrassment. He had spun so many lies that he was starting to forget how to keep them straight.
However, Brother Yang had already conjured up many scenarios in his mind: Yan Shouyi was originally the young master of a northeastern faction but was taken hostage by a southern faction. After enduring humiliation and hardship, Yan Shouyi found an opportunity to escape, returned to the northeast, intending to take over the northeastern forces and then fight his way back to the south!
“This time, I, Long Feicheng, will reclaim everything that belongs to me!”
The above was Brother Yang’s imagination.
“What do you say, shall we go down and meet them?” the dog Taoist looked at Yan Shouyi.
Yan Shouyi nodded, “When we are on someone else’s territory, we should pay our respects. Now that they have come to us, we cannot ignore them.”
After speaking, he asked everyone to get out of the car, leaving only Brother Yang behind.
As everyone got out of the car, Yan Shouyi approached the masked woman and asked:
“What is your identity?”
The masked woman replied, “Xu Shengnan, the Left Guardian of Wushen Mountain, and I am a Chu Ma Xian.”
Yan Shouyi nodded. Observing the fighting style of the group just now, he had already guessed that they were Chu Ma Xian. Speaking of which, the name Xu Shengnan was not a misnomer at all; her physique was much sturdier than the scrawny Long Feicheng.
Then Yan Shouyi asked again, “How did you know I was here?”
“Every faction has its own intelligence network. As far as we know, most of the intelligence personnel of the Folklore Research Society are delivery riders, while the intelligence personnel of Wushen Mountain are taxi drivers,” Xu Shengnan replied.
Was this a confession?
The information in Xu Shengnan’s words was significant. By revealing the identities of the Folklore Research Society’s intelligence personnel, she was provoking Yan Shouyi. However, by voluntarily revealing the identities of Wushen Mountain’s intelligence personnel, she seemed to be acting with candor.
This was Wushen Mountain extending an olive branch to the Folklore Research Society.
Yan Shouyi nodded slightly. He recalled that when he left Hanshan Temple, he had taken a taxi midway, which is how Wushen Mountain received the news.
He had not expected Wushen Mountain to be so powerful, with an intelligence capability even stronger than that of renowned sects.
“How do you plan to deal with these Zhenwu Sect disciples?”
“Take them all back to the branch,” Xu Shengnan replied, not fully elaborating, but implying that they would not be killed directly, which reassured Yan Shouyi.
Xu Shengnan continued, “We have come here on the orders of the Vice Head to lie in wait specifically, inviting Chairman Yan to be our guest.”
“Oh? Why the Vice Head?”
“The Head remains at Wushen Mountain and cannot come in person. The Vice Head is the Head’s son-in-law. Within Wushen Mountain, the Vice Head and the Head are virtually indistinguishable.”
“I see.”
Yan Shouyi remembered that the Head of Wushen Mountain was named Ji Bing, and his son-in-law was named Hu Chai.
Ji Bing was a Chu Ma Xian, but Yan Shouyi was unclear about Hu Chai’s identity.
Xu Shengnan stepped back half a pace, bowed, and made a gesture of invitation with her hands:
“Chairman Yan, the car is ready. We implore you to grace us with your presence, otherwise, we will lose face with the Vice Head if we fail to escort you back.”