Is this all there is?
These were all the gangs and halls that Huang Feihong carefully selected as having committed fewer evil deeds, and yet they are all so unbearable?
"Heh... Master Huang, could it be that you take those slogans meant to fool idiots seriously? Do you really want to help the people?"
The speaker was a strong man. The five fingers resting on the table were thick-skinned and fleshy, looking like an eagle's talons.
He was the Eagle Claw Hall Master.
A look of dissatisfaction appeared in his eyes as he gazed at the silent Huang Feihong.
They had already followed the Five Tigers Hall Master's lead, agreeing to cede some of their share to Po Chi Lam, yet Huang Feihong still maintained this posture.
Did he intend to be like the Westerners, making an exorbitant demand?
Hmph!
If things really fell apart, the Eagle Claw Hall had eight hundred disciples. Even if you, Huang Feihong, had internal energy protecting your body, we could still exhaust you to death.
Although they had witnessed the marvel of internal energy,
this internal energy cultivation method from the Middle Martial World was, after all, not a miracle elixir that could revive the dead or regrow flesh on bones.
If Huang Feihong truly didn't know how to appreciate their kindness, they wouldn't need to be polite.
Huang Feihong asked expressionlessly, "Are the slogans of helping the people false?"
During this period,
he had spent the most time with Chen Duo. Although the young girl seemed a bit slow-witted, her mind was full of knowledge, which she said she learned in her spare time while in the bunker.
The world of the Outlaws had also experienced a situation like the Qing Country's current one, where the edifice was on the verge of collapse, but they ultimately succeeded in driving out foreign enemies.
This gave Huang Feihong hope, and he was no longer as lost as before.
That's why he proactively contacted various gangs and hall masters, hoping to gather everyone's strength to realize his heartfelt wish.
However, he never expected reality to be like this.
"Master Huang, though we respect you as a master of both medicine and martial arts, whose Shadowless Kick can shatter stone tablets, and who keeps himself clean, unwilling to associate with us..."
The Wu Hu Tang Master no longer pretended and directly tore off his facade, saying, "But, what you said about wanting to drive out the Westerners, have you gone mad from practicing?"
"Once the Westerners leave the port, the Qing Country's Tatar iron cavalry will press in. At that time, the rulers above us will merely change from Western skins to wild boar skins. Is there any difference?"
The coastal gangs and hall masters were able to develop to such a large scale and influence,
even subtly controlling the entire city, precisely because the Westerners' strong ships and powerful cannons deterred the Qing Country Tatars from interfering.
If the Westerners were truly driven away,
the Tatar cavalry would come to claim the benefits, and at that time, all the gangs and halls would be shattered.
Not to mention their disciples, even they, the hall masters, would lose their livelihoods!
Huang Feihong's gaze was calm as he said, "Then we fight. The Tatars have long been corrupt. If we can even drive out the Westerners, why would we be afraid of wild boars?"
If the corrupt Qing Court cannot protect the people and can only ride roughshod over them, then they should be eliminated.
"It seems Master Huang has truly gone mad. Farewell!"
The Wu Hu Tang Master cupped his hands in a salute, casting a mocking glance at Huang Feihong,
then turned and left.
The other hall masters also rose and departed, and in the blink of an eye, the lively private room of the restaurant was left with only Huang Feihong alone.
The leader of the Eagle Claw Hall was the last to leave,
his gaze as sinister as an old eagle's, as if he wanted to peck the flesh off Huang Feihong's body.
"Heh... Lunatic!"
He sneered in his heart.
In these times, inside and outside the passes, whether it was the northern interior ruled by the Tatar cavalry or the exterior ravaged by Westerners, there were villains everywhere, and opium dens and gambling houses everywhere.
A single puff of smoke could tear families apart, a single dice could make gamblers sell their children, and even the emperor himself smoked opium, while high-ranking officials frantically amassed wealth, selling the common people to the West to dig for gold and build railways...
By yourself, Huang Feihong, do you really think you can overturn the heavens?
American Westerners, European Westerners, Tatar iron cavalry, gangs, halls, high officials, aristocratic families...
To drive all these people away, how sharp a blade would be needed? How many great heads would fall?
Unless the Bodhisattva Guanyin, who saves from suffering, or the Patriarch of Nine Heavens who subdues demons, were to reincarnate, who could achieve it?
That would be a world-shaking, cosmos-recreating feat!
The Qing Country, rotten for centuries, whose iron cavalry had long broken the people's spines, forced them to live in ignominy, a bunch of fools who, upon seeing their companions beheaded, would eagerly pull out steamed buns to dip in the blood.
To expect these people to save the world?
Huang Feihong was indeed a madman, gone astray in his cultivation.
Unbeknownst to him,
a torrential rain poured down, and the old street was quickly submerged in accumulated water.
Huang Feihong walked back to Po Chi Lam, drenched from head to toe, and stood silently in the courtyard for a long time.
"It shouldn't be like this, and it cannot be like this."
After changing his clothes, Huang Feihong sat in his study, flipping through various books Chen Duo had brought him.
In his eyes, the value of these books far exceeded that of internal energy cultivation methods. For instance, the medical book on the left, once thoroughly understood, could easily lead to the establishment of a modern hospital, greatly reducing the illnesses and injuries of the Qing Country's common people.
Hope was clearly right before his eyes; the darkest night also signified the arrival of dawn.
Plop.
An unassuming scroll fell to the ground.
Huang Feihong bent down to pick it up, glanced at it casually, and was immediately captivated by its content, discarding his favorite medical book.
He stayed awake all night,
until his disciples were doing their morning exercises, when they noticed the oil lamp in the study had been lit all night.
Huang Feihong walked out of the study, his hair disheveled, but his eyes were bright and spirited, completely devoid of the previous day's dejection.
"A revolutionary?"
Huang Feihong murmured, looking up at the rising sun,
as if seeing a clear path to the heavens.
"Since it is the darkest night, then let me be the first spark, becoming the pioneer who ignites the darkness."
Even if he were shattered to pieces, there would still be those who followed.
"Liang Kuan, A Rong, come with me."
"Where are we going, Master?"
"First, to the Five Tigers Hall. We'll cripple the Wu Hu Tang Master and bring all their forces under Po Chi Lam."
Huang Feihong's eyes blazed, like two flames rising from the darkness.
A revolutionary not only needs to be gentle, kind, courteous, and modest, but also possess thunderous means, to be violent, burning fiercely like a wildfire.
With Nine Yang Divine Art protecting him, he was the strongest in the world.
If they weren't willing to listen to reason, then he also had some skill in martial arts.
...
"You're going to die, Akaza! Quickly say you want to become a Pillar!"
By the railway tracks of the Mugen Train,
the morning sun was gradually rising.
Akaza was trapped in the center of a formation, bound by countless yellow talismans, unable to move.
The sunlight was about to fall upon him.
"I actually lost to a human?"
Akaza couldn't believe it. His messy, cherry-blossom-colored short hair was covered in scorch marks.
As an Upper Rank Demon,
he had challenged countless strong opponents and never lost. If he hadn't disliked the feeling of eating humans, he could have become even stronger.
Beside him,
Flame Pillar was heavily injured, but none of his wounds were fatal, and he could still barely stand.
Tanjiro and Nezuko fought side by side, unleashing combat power that surpassed ordinary Pillar-level swordsmen.
Furthermore,
there were various talismans and spells that countered demons, all of which Yashiki Kagaya had purchased as game items with his limited family assets for Tanjiro.
Finally, Stone Pillar Gyomei, who arrived to assist, almost overwhelmingly defeated the demon with his immense strength and rock-like body.
The goal was to completely take down an Upper Rank Demon and boost morale.
Within the recorded hundreds of years, the Demon Slayer Corps had killed countless Lower Rank Demons, but they had never killed an Upper Rank.
And now,
this battle signified that, from today onwards, the situation between the Demon Slayer Corps and Muzan Kibutsuji would be completely reversed.
"Lord Master gives each Pillar-level swordsman an item condensed from their own demon-hunting power, which can sense the degree of a demon's evil."
The Akaza before them,
even after becoming a demon, had not caused widespread slaughter, possessing the possibility of redemption.
Therefore, Flame Pillar Kyojuro did not take the opportunity to kill him, but instead asked for his wishes.
Tanjiro looked at the frantically struggling Akaza and shook his head, saying, "A green-quality Demon-Locking Array, you might have been able to break free in your prime, but now you're in your weakest state..."
"The Demon-Locking Array can block Muzan Kibutsuji's perception. In your current state, you should be able to roughly recall your human memories, right?"
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