Chapter 240: Chapter 183: Old Acquaintances in the Camp (Part 2)

After a brief pause, she added:

“These sects are what the Federation calls evil cults… That old boatman is a martial arts master, with many followers!”

Wu Shangpin nodded and said:

“Once we’re in the camp, stick close to us and stay with us. I’ll go and meet my boss first.”

The group marched into the camp, and numerous eyes filled with pure malice scrutinized them.

Along the way, Wei Lingzhu explained to Zhang Fusheng:

“Uncle Wu’s boss is also a martial arts master. His name is unknown to many, and people simply call him the Old Fisherman.”

Zhang Fusheng blinked, an old boatman, an old fisherman?

He heard Wei Lingzhu continue:

“Although the old boatman is closely related to the Pantheon, the Old Fisherman also has impressive connections. He’s from a prominent city called Chongyang.”

Zhang Fusheng blinked:

“Chongyang?”

Beside him, Wei Qingshan nodded:

“Yes, rumor has it that many years ago, the Old Fisherman learned in Chongyang under an incredibly powerful master, but unfortunately…”

Zhang Fusheng curiously asked:

“Unfortunately what?”

“Unfortunately, the master’s sect was quite bizarre. His master’s grandmaster practiced the ’Gu Raising Technique.’

As he spoke, Wei Qingshan shrugged:

“The Old Fisherman said the struggle was fierce, with over a hundred senior and junior martial brothers killing each other until only his master and two other brothers survived.”

Zhang Fusheng was a bit bewildered.

Hmm?

Why does this sound so familiar?

Wei Qingshan kept on muttering:

“It’s said that the Old Fisherman later resigned from his master…”

He paused, lowered his voice, and whispered mysteriously:

“Brother Boyang, I’ll tell you a secret. The Old Fisherman once said while drunk that his master back then is now a very powerful figure!”

“The Investigation Bureau… No matter, you probably don’t know what the Investigation Bureau is, but his master is one of the most powerful figures in Chongyang City now!”

Zhang Fusheng was speechless.

Second Senior Martial Brother?

In a way, this Old Fisherman is actually his fellow senior martial brother…

As they spoke, the group arrived at a small building beside the camp.

“The Old Fisherman lives inside.”

Wei Lingzhu gestured with her lips, pulling Zhang Fusheng toward the tent area outside the small building.

“This is our territory. The small building and tent area to the north belong to the Old Boatman, and the people to the east are newcomers but also very notable.”

“Rumor has it that they have significant connections with the Western Sect!”

Zhang Fusheng instinctively glanced towards the east, and a question mark popped up in his mind.

He actually saw a half-familiar person.

It was the Western Cult believer he encountered at the end in Jiangzhou City—they even brought him meals.

If he’s here, then…

Could it be that Uncle Yu and Aunt Li are here too?

Zhang Fusheng’s eyes lit up slightly, but he didn’t recklessly use his Divine Thought to scan the camp, because there in the center of the camp stood a Grandmaster.

Covered in tattoos.

Clearly a grandmaster of the Pantheon.

A backlash of tens of thousands of times from the Curse Killing Technique surged back, transforming into a black torrent that intensified the resentment enveloping the Twin Cities Little World,

but the old woman still wasn’t the one casting the technique, so she might not die.

She would have to remain hidden for several days.

In a few days’ time, it would be enough for him to buy sufficient cultivation time, ignite the Qi Blood Furnace Fire, or even the Spirit Furnace Fire!

Someone from the caravan brought over a basin of roasted lamb and some beers, and the Wei siblings sat wolfing down in front of their tent,

not forgetting to invite Zhang Fusheng to join them.

He didn’t decline, eating the still steaming roasted lamb and drinking beer in large gulps,

and truth be told, it was quite satisfying.

Having been apart from the ’masses’ for so long, suddenly returning to a normal life felt surprisingly relaxing.

“Brother Boyang, what do you plan to do next? Are you going back to the city?”

As Wei Qingshan ate lamb in big mouthfuls, he curiously asked.

Zhang Fusheng shook his head, smiled, and spoke:

“Well, I’m originally an ’adventurer,’ so naturally I want to explore more around this bubble edge. I’ll probably stay in the camp for a little while.”

As he spoke, he gazed towards the southern direction of the camp, where a completely still great river lay—a river of no return.

Just like in the Jiangzhou Heaven and Earth.

The Wei siblings exchanged a glance, and Wei Lingzhu softly warned:

“Then Brother Boyang, you mustn’t wander around recklessly. This place is mostly filled with martial artists, and you are just an ordinary person…”

Zhang Fusheng simply nodded:

“I know, I’ll stick with you guys.”

Only then were the siblings reassured.

They weren’t very old, but they both had good talent and nature—at least they knew how to repay kindness.

In this twisted, hostile world, it’s already rare.

Of course, it might also be because their cultivation was low, and their hostility was light,

Zhang Fusheng was also a bit curious. Why did he feel a sense of friendliness from Wei Lingzhu?

Moreover…

It seemed like he was the only one who felt this friendliness?

Now, with everyone full and satisfied,

the camp area suddenly turned slightly noisy, with many people in the tent zone who were sitting on the ground standing up,

Wei Lingzhu and Wei Qingshan both got up, not forgetting to pull Zhang Fusheng up as well.

He looked over and saw a middle-aged man step out from the small building, wearing a large cloak with a wolf head on his shoulder, appearing majestic.

In this southern camp area, many people bowed their heads and greeted the middle-aged man.

“That is the Old Fisherman,”

Wei Lingzhu wiped her mouth and, lowering her head, whispered,

“He has sheltered many people and saved many lives. It’s said that he left the sect back then because he couldn’t bear the internal strife…”

“Little Lingzhu, are you gossiping about me again?”

A hearty laugh rang out, as the middle-aged man with the wolf-headed cloak unknowingly approached them.

“I didn’t!”

Wei Lingzhu’s cheeks reddened:

“Old, Old Fisherman…”

“You little girl, why are you so messy?”

The middle-aged man, called the ’Old Fisherman,’ laughed as he patted her shoulder and turned his gaze to Zhang Fusheng:

“This one looks unfamiliar.”

“He’s Brother Boyang, Zhang Boyang!” Wei Qingshan briefly introduced him.

“Oh?”

The Old Fisherman nodded slightly, patted the young man’s shoulder, and kindly said:

“Since Little Lingzhu and Qingshan owe you a favor, and you’ve come to the camp, we’re all family. Tonight, by the bonfire, let’s have a good drink!”

Zhang Fusheng responded with a shy smile, and just as the Old Fisherman wanted to say more, commotion erupted from afar.

Everyone turned to look.

“Old Boat Dog…” the middle-aged man with the wolf-headed cloak snorted coldly, then gave a playful smile:

“Looks like there’s some fun to be had.”

It appeared a conflict had arisen on the northern side of the camp.

Zhang Fusheng looked over and saw a ragged old man standing off against a man and a woman.

“That’s the Old Boatman,” Wei Lingzhu whispered.

Zhang Fusheng nodded silently, but his gaze locked onto that man and woman.

Yu Chengzhong and Li Chenghua.

They had indeed come here with the Western Cultists.

“Interesting…”

Zhang Fusheng mused to himself. Apart from Uncle Yu and Aunt Li, with just a glance, he also saw scholarly men and women, bald monks…

Cultists from various sects had gathered here.

Something’s up.

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