19: Five Spirits Gang, White Tiger Hall!

"Where's the scabbard?" Chen Heng glanced into the box but couldn't find any trace of a scabbard.

"Master, this blade doesn't have a scabbard," the servant boy quickly explained.

"When the owner brought it, it was just like this."

"Even this box was only provided later."

"Then how am I supposed to take it back?" Chen Heng couldn't possibly carry a large blade to Dacian Temple, could he?

He was going to find someone, not to chop someone.

"This..." The servant boy also looked a bit troubled.

"Master, how about I find some brocade to wrap it for you first, and then you can have a scabbard made later?"

"That's the only way," Chen Heng nodded, not wanting to make things too difficult for the servant boy.

After the measurements of the single-handed blade were taken, it was tightly wrapped by the servant boy in brocade.

"Master, you can come pick up the scabbard in two days."

"Oh, and did your owner ever mention the name of this blade?" Chen Heng slung the single-handed blade across his back, stood at the doorway, and looked back at the servant boy.

"The owner never mentioned the name of this divine blade," the servant boy shook his head.

"I understand," Chen Heng turned and left the blacksmith's shop.

He would now go to Dacian Temple, and then he could go home and properly Optimize this single-handed blade.

"Master, walk slowly!" The servant boy waved vigorously at Chen Heng's retreating back, seeing off a god of wealth.

According to the route Chen Fugui provided, Dacian Temple was on Cian Mountain, west of Qiyang City.

He wasn't far from there, about seventeen or eighteen li away.

For the current Chen Heng, seventeen or eighteen li was just about ten minutes' walk.

Inside the main hall of Dacian Temple, Jing Fan shivered, holding Chen Qi'er.

She had only come today for her routine incense offering, but somehow she had been targeted by the White Tiger Hall Master of the Five Spirits Gang.

One must know that the Five Spirits Gang was a massive Gang that even the government dared not easily provoke.

The White Tiger Hall Master was even a master of the Transformation Realm!

There were over a thousand Five Spirits Gang members in Qiyang City.

The White Tiger Hall alone had over two hundred people.

She, a weak woman, was no match for them at all.

Not to mention, rumors in the market said that the White Tiger Hall Master's favorite was 'parent-child donburi' (a perverse euphemism).

Once he targeted someone, neither she nor Qi'er would have a good end.

She didn't care what happened to herself, but Qi'er was only six years old. If that beast defiled her, could she still live?

"Husband, where are you..." Jing Fan's tears flowed ceaselessly, but she was utterly powerless to resist.

Outside Dacian Temple, over twenty members of the White Tiger Hall had already gathered, seemingly intending to force their way into Dacian Temple.

When Chen Heng arrived at the entrance of Dacian Temple, he felt that the atmosphere was off.

Not only did he feel that something was wrong, but anyone with eyes could sense that something was amiss.

Twenty to thirty bandit-like men surrounded Dacian Temple, and an Old Monk stood at the entrance, conversing with the leader.

Chen Heng didn't care about all that; he only wanted to take Jing Fan and his unseen sister back home now.

"Excuse me!" Chen Heng pushed through the crowd, completely ignoring the bandit-like men, and walked directly towards the Old Monk.

"Great Master, may I know where Madam Jing Fan is currently?" Chen Heng put his palms together and bowed.

"What are you?" Before the Old Monk could answer Chen Heng, the leader interrupted, questioning him.

"The Five Spirits Gang's White Tiger Hall is conducting business. If you don't want to die, get lost!"

"Don't bother me. I don't feel like killing anyone today," Chen Heng glanced at the man and continued to speak with the Old Monk.

"This benefactor, Madam Jing is currently meditating in the main hall," the Old Monk, being perceptive, directly told Chen Heng.

"You little brat, you have a death wish!" The leader, seeing his Face being lost, directly drew his long blade and struck at Chen Heng.

"Noisy!" Chen Heng neither dodged nor avoided, crushing the long blade with one hand and punching the leader in the solar plexus.

With a crunching sound, the leader fell to the ground and stopped moving.

"You..." The Old Monk, seeing Chen Heng kill someone without a word, was also too shocked to move.

This person has such great Evil Qi!

"I apologize for the disturbance, Great Master," Chen Heng bowed, ignoring the shouts of the Gang members behind him, and intended to walk into Dacian Temple.

"You killed a man from my White Tiger Hall, and you still think you can leave?" Just then, a slender man holding a folding fan walked out from behind the Gang members.

"Second Master!" The White Tiger Hall Gang members immediately knelt on one knee upon seeing the man.

"Is that the White Tiger Hall Master?" The onlookers began to whisper.

"No, that's the Second Master of the White Tiger Hall. His strength is only slightly weaker than the White Tiger Hall Master."

"That man is finished. He's provoked the White Tiger Hall, so he's definitely not going to have a good end."

"Exactly! It's not worth risking one's life for a woman."

"Let's keep our distance too. It wouldn't be good if we get caught up in it later."

"Indeed, indeed. It's better to stay far away."

The onlookers retreated while talking.

Chen Heng ignored him and continued to walk into the temple.

"You're courting death!" The 'Second Master' roared, transforming into a blur and striking at Chen Heng's vital points.

"Get lost!" Chen Heng was also getting a bit impatient. He was in a hurry to go home and Optimize his newly acquired treasured blade.

Who would have thought he'd run into such a mess?

If Jing Fan wasn't his father's woman, he absolutely wouldn't meddle in this business.

The Second Master of the White Tiger Hall sneered, and a row of sharp blades sprang out from his folding fan.

They stabbed towards Chen Heng's neck at an extremely tricky angle.

"Hahaha! My blade is laced with potent poison. Touch it and die..."

The moment the blade touched Chen Heng's skin, the White Tiger Hall Master believed the battle was over.

In his impression, no one except the Gang Leader and a few Hall Masters could withstand his potent poison!

But a jaw-dropping scene unfolded.

The blade stopped on Chen Heng's skin, unable to advance an inch, and even sparked a few times.

"I told you I'm in a hurry," Chen Heng casually grabbed and crushed the folding fan.

The Second Master of the White Tiger Hall retreated repeatedly, his eyes full of confusion.

The feel was wrong; it wasn't the feel of human flesh.

It felt like... steel?

"Who are you?" The Second Master of the White Tiger Hall no longer dared to act rashly. This person in front of him was not simple!

"Forget it, killing you will bring peace," Chen Heng unfastened the new blade from his back, holding it with one hand.

"I originally wanted to use the blood of demons to consecrate my new blade, but since you've delivered yourselves to me..."

"Then don't blame me!"

The next moment, Chen Heng, like a fierce tiger unleashed, pounced on the confused Second Master of the White Tiger Hall.

"Damn it!" Having lost his weapon, the Second Master of the White Tiger Hall knew he was no match for Chen Heng and quickly retreated to avoid the sharp edge.

"Go! Kill him!"

But before the Gang members could react, a flash of blade light swept across his neck.

"Second Form, Army Breaker."

"Gurgle gurgle..."

The Second Master of the White Tiger Hall clutched his neck, his eyes fixed on Chen Heng.

Blood flowed between his fingers, and bloody foam continuously bubbled from his nostrils and mouth.

"If you don't want to die, then get out of here quickly."

"After a count of three, if I still see any of you, none of you will live."

Chen Heng's eyes were cold as he looked at the trembling White Tiger Hall Gang members.