Stop flattering me, system! I'm about to become a saint!

Chapter 47 Cataclysmic Disaster

"Who...who are you?"

Luo Taihe stared intently at Yang Song, his voice hoarse as he demanded an answer.

He had never seen Yang Song's face before. When had he offended this vicious man that he was willing to risk his life to kill him?

Yes.

He could tell that Yang Song's current state was very strange; he had clearly used some forbidden technique that was extremely harmful to the body!

Yang Song glanced at Luo Taihe and said calmly, "I'm just a simple, good person."

Luo Taihe wanted to say something, but blood gushed from his mouth first.

A simple, good person?

Who would risk their own life for the safety of others?

Who would disregard personal gain or loss for the sake of others' suffering?

Who will stand up for justice, unafraid of powerful figures?

If there truly are Bodhisattvas in this world, then they must look exactly like you.

[Reward: Six days of cultivation points]

Listening to these heartfelt words, Yang Song silently looked at Luo Taihe.

Once the man had caught his breath, he asked, "Why did the Blissful Paradise Sect teach you the Profound Yin Sacred Art? What do they want you to do?"

Luo Taihe's pupils contracted sharply. The matter of the Blissful Sect's transmission of its skills was known only to the brothers in the village; not a word of it had been leaked to outsiders.

He said with a grim expression, "You've been to Black Wind Stronghold?"

Yang Song smiled slightly: "Black Wind Stronghold no longer exists."

Luo Taihe remained silent for a long time, his heart filled with despair.

Since Yang Song knew his cultivation location, he must have been to Black Wind Stronghold, so his question was completely unnecessary.

"Answer my question, and I can spare you some suffering, otherwise..."

Yang Song stopped speaking at this point.

Some things are best left unsaid; there's no need for lengthy explanations.

Despair filled Luo Taihe's eyes. Was today his death day?

The future seemed bright, but in the end, it all vanished in an instant.

"The Blissful Sect taught me their techniques, intending for me to rob the tax carts being transported from the county magistrate's office to Yangping City at the end of the year."

Yang Song thought for a moment and asked, "So you robbed Huichuntang's medicinal herbs and demanded a ransom in order to quickly increase your strength and prepare for robbing the tax-paying carts?"

Luo Taihe replied solemnly, "Yes."

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he quickly asked, "Are you the reinforcements Lu Dashan brought?"

Yang Song shrugged: "I guess so."

Luo Taihe's heart sank, and a great deal of regret welled up from the bottom of his heart.

If he had known this would be the outcome, he wouldn't have tried to steal the medicinal herbs from Huichuntang.

Just because of one wrong step, he lost his life!

"When did Huichuntang ever have someone like you? Why have I never seen you before?"

Yang Song retorted without hesitation, "What's it to you?"

Luo Taihe was speechless, feeling angry but helpless.

"What is the identity of the Blissful Sect member who taught you the techniques? Have you ever seen what he looks like?"

Luo Taihe gritted his teeth. He didn't want to answer Yang Song's question, but he didn't dare to argue with him, fearing that he would suffer a terrible torment.

I could only reply truthfully: "The person was wrapped up very tightly, and I couldn't see his face clearly."

"What about his physique? Is there anyone in Anping County who is particularly similar to him?"

Luo Taihe shook his head: "I can't tell."

"waste!"

"you……"

Overwhelmed with rage, Luo Tai spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Wait a minute."

Yang Song suddenly had an idea: "Did the Bliss Sect spread its skills to the mountain strongholds in various counties? And then rob tax collectors at the end of the year?"

"Once they obtain this money, they can grow stronger and eventually gain the power to overthrow the True Martial Sect?"

Luo Taihe's eyes widened. He had been so focused on practicing his skills and thinking about his bright future that he hadn't even considered this aspect.

The six cities and twenty-two counties under the jurisdiction of Zhenwuzong were all in power, and every single one of them had a brain like a pig.

They were completely unaware of the Blissful Sect's schemes and continued to enjoy their carefree days of feasting and revelry.

If you hadn't discovered the Blissful Cult's conspiracy, how could these foolish people have known that a catastrophic disaster was quietly approaching?

[Reward: Seven days of cultivation points]

"really."

Yang Song was now completely certain.

This matter is of utmost importance. He must report it to Pang Jianxiong, which may give him the opportunity to join the Zhenwu Sect in the future.

He absolutely had to join the Zhenwu Sect, and he also wanted to compete for the position of a true disciple, so that he could cultivate the sect's supreme martial arts.

With the sect's ultimate martial arts technique by his side, he could truly be considered invincible and sweep away all martial artists in the world!

"It was really worth coming today."

Yang Song looked at Luo Taihe with surprise in his eyes.

He picked the man up and said, "Come on, come with me to Anping County."

Luo Taihe was crippled, so what could he do but obediently follow orders?

So he carried the wild boar out of the forest, threw it onto the horse's back like a tattered sack, and rode it to the foot of Anping County.

It was late at night, and the city gates were already tightly shut.

Braziers were set up on the city wall, illuminating the area brightly.

Upon hearing the sound of horses' hooves, the constables on night watch on the city wall picked up torches, lit them in braziers, and shone them down towards the city gate.

"Brother, this is Yang Song. I have urgent business in the city."

Yang Songchong shouted from the city wall.

The constable on night watch immediately said, "Manager Lu already said that when he entered the city, so please wait a moment."

The man turned the windlass and lowered a basket.

After the city gates are closed at night, this is the only way to enter or leave the city.

Seeing this, Yang Song tied the horse to the hitching post next to the city gate and carried Luo Taihe into the hanging basket.

"Crunch, crunch..."

Amidst a series of strained sounds, Yang Song and his companion climbed the city wall.

"Thanks, bro."

Yang Song took out a silver coin from his pocket: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Oh, Brother Yang, you're too kind."

The night watchman refused to accept the money, instead pushing it back: "I only helped you with a small favor, why should I accept money?"

"When you become the head constable, I'll need your help."

Yang Song handed over the silver again, saying, "One thing at a time."

"Oh, Brother Yang, I really don't want this money." The night watch constable took a step back: "If you give me any more silver, you're just looking down on me."

Seeing the constable's insistence, Yang Song had no choice but to put the silver back in his pocket: "Brother's name is..."

"Let the horse go."

The night watchman clasped his hands in a salute: "Brother Yang, please take good care of me and help me out in the future."

"Of course, of course."

Yang Song exchanged a few polite words, then said, "Brother Ma, I have urgent business to attend to, so I won't chat with you any longer. I'll take my leave now."

"You're busy, you're busy."

Ma Fang was very polite, even to the point of being ingratiating.

Yang Song exchanged some more pleasantries before leading Luo Taihe down the city wall.

After descending the city wall, he went straight to his residence.

He didn't know where Pang Jianxiong lived, so he could only go find Sun Tao first.

Upon arriving at his street, he immediately shouted, "Commander Sun, are you there? I have urgent news to report."

In just a few breaths, Sun Tao emerged from a courtyard a few feet away.