142: Danyang Master

Splash!

A bucket of cool well water, freshly drawn from the well, was splashed onto Jiang Xiu's face.

Considering there were two living people in the courtyard, Han Yi decided to ask for information first.

“Ugh…”

Jiang Xiu slowly opened her eyes. A dirty big man was squatting in front of her. Although he was wearing a bamboo hat, Jiang Xiu could still feel the malevolent gaze from under the black cloth.

The man's clothes were stained red here and white there, whether with blood or brain matter, she couldn't tell.

“This, this adult…”

Whether from the shock of the well water or the horror of the scene before her, Jiang Xiu's body trembled violently, and she squeezed out a faint smile through gritted teeth.

She wasn't a fool. She was tied up here, and a large pool of blood remained on the ground not far away. She naturally knew she had been captured, so she didn't scream, saving Han Yi a lot of trouble.

“Speak, what is your Gushen Sect's purpose in coming to Changle Ward?”

Han Yi asked sternly. He decided to also ask about the Gushen Sect's inexplicable expansion into Changle Ward.

“I, I don’t know. I just followed Master Zhu’s arrangements, leaving Changning Ward’s affairs to come to Changle Ward to preach…”

Jiang Xiu stammered.

“Master Zhu?

“Is this the person?”

Han Yi dragged Zhu Tong’s corpse from behind Jiang Xiu to in front of her eyes.

Jiang Xiu’s face instantly turned pale, and a slow trickle of water seeped from under her buttocks.

“Hmph, I’m a rough man. You’d best tell me the truth honestly, otherwise, I’ll make you lie on the ground like them!”

Han Yi followed Li Kui's persona and threatened her, sometimes, such a rough person can be more intimidating.

“Adult, I really don’t know…” Jiang Xiu said with a tearful face, “Our sect’s orders are all issued from the high-level down…”

But under Han Yi's intimidating gaze, Jiang Xiu pondered for a long time before adding, “I, when I was in bed, I heard Master Zhu say that it seemed the sect needed a lot of money to buy some things from the Black Market…”

After speaking, Jiang Xiu lowered her head, and a blush appeared on her thin, yellowish cheeks. She actually became shy.

Han Yi was slightly taken aback after hearing this. He didn't expect Zhu Tong, who had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a handsome appearance, to be as lustful as Triangle Eye.

Feng Yingying's husband had died, and she was a middle-aged woman who still retained her charm. Han Yi could understand Zhu Tong having an affair with her.

After all, everyone has the heart of Cao Cao.

But for an old woman like Jiang Xiu, could Zhu Tong actually lay his hands on her?

Han Yi secretly cursed Zhu Tong in his heart. Greedy and lustful, if he doesn't die, who will?

Also, the Black Market?

Unexpectedly, Han Yi heard something related to his position from the Gushen Sect…

“Do you know what they went to the Black Market to buy?”

“This, this I really don’t know. Those are matters handled by the sect’s high-level!”

Jiang Xiu said hastily. Under the pressure of death, she wished she could even tell him the color of Zhu Tong’s underwear.

Han Yi carefully observed Jiang Xiu for a few moments. Although he didn’t have the psychological mastery of those Great Masters, or the ability to read expressions and fathom minds, Jiang Xiu’s expression didn’t seem fake, so he reluctantly believed her.

“Hmm… how many strongholds does your Gushen Sect have? Where are they located?”

“Currently, there are two sub-altars in Changning Ward, one stronghold in Changle Ward, and it is said that there is also a headquarters outside An Yan City… but I don’t know much about the headquarters…”

“Is the stronghold in Changle Ward here?”

“Yes…”

“Are there any powerful figures here?”

“There is Master Zhu Tong, five official Disciples, and dozens of Outer Sect Disciples… These two are named Wang Fei and Xie Sai respectively…”

Jiang Xiu pointed at the three corpses on the ground and said.

Han Yi was a bit speechless. He had thought the Gushen Sect was incredibly powerful and had been wary of retaliation. He didn't expect that he alone had almost crippled this stronghold today…

But then, he thought again. A Master in the Middle Stage of Refining Blood, plus five Disciples in the Late Stage of Refining Bone, could indeed lord it over others in this Changle Ward.

“What powerful figures are in the sub-altars in Changning Ward?”

He continued to press.

“Changning Ward has two Altar Masters, ten Masters, over a hundred official Disciples, and countless Outer Sect members…”

This Jiang Xiu was perhaps scared out of her wits and told him everything in detail.

“Are the Altar Masters your highest-ranking figures?”

“Not really… I heard that above the Altar Masters, there is an even more powerful Sect Leader!”

“Sect Leader?”

“None of us have ever seen the Sect Leader… We only know that the Altar Masters are not the most powerful; they also follow others’ arrangements. Even the term ‘Sect Leader’ I accidentally overheard from Zhu Tong. Oh, he also said that our Gushen Sect is supported by a Tongmai Martial Master!”

To save her life, Jiang Xiu spilled everything like beans from a bamboo tube.

Tongmai Martial Master!

These four words, like a great mountain, weighed heavily on Han Yi’s heart.

His eyes narrowed. This should be the fundamental reason why the Gushen Sect unified Changning Ward and advanced into Changle Ward!

“By the way, who is the teacher you mentioned earlier, Master Danyang?”

Han Yi had previously heard Jiang Xiu say that her “talisman water” was refined by this person.

Jiang Xiu stammered, “That, that is the person in our sect specially responsible for refining and distributing ‘talisman water’. He often says that after using ‘talisman water’, everyone is one family, so everyone respectfully calls him ‘teacher’.”

“Oh, so this ‘talisman water’ can really cure that strange disease?”

“Adult, I swear on my life, this ‘talisman water’ is indeed effective, because I had that disease before, but after taking the ‘talisman water’, I fully recovered…”

Jiang Xiu hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

“Adult, if you have relatives or friends who have this disease, why don’t I go back and beg Master Danyang to refine a bowl of ‘talisman water’? Don’t worry, it will definitely solve the problem!”

As Jiang Xiu spoke longer, her mind became more active, and at this critical juncture, she began to think of ways to escape.

“Hmph, my business is none of your concern!”

Han Yi snorted coldly.

“What does this person look like?”

“He wears a black robe all year round and has his face covered…”

Han Yi successively asked about Master Danyang’s strength, personality, and hobbies, but unexpectedly, Jiang Xiu knew nothing. She had only seen this person’s process of making “talisman water.”

Immediately, he spoke again: “Tell me how this ‘talisman water’ is made!”