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"Not clear yet, but according to my investigation, almost all of the upper management at the medical pavilion plans to leave with Tang Ming. Once Tang Ming departs, the management of the medical pavilion will become an empty shell."

The door swung open, and Chu Li walked in, smiling.

Han Ya took a deep breath, closed his eyes; "I really don’t understand why the teacher wants to collaborate with you. In Tianpo City, you are the person I least want to befriend, without a doubt."

"Hahaha, don’t worry, once I become the Commander of Tianpo City, you’ll be reassigned somewhere else. The chaos of the Jiulong Dynasty has already exceeded Jiulong Tower’s control. Your master is also struggling to protect himself now, isn’t he?"

Chu Li watched Han Ya with a smile.

Han Ya’s pupils contracted. He understood that the reason Chu Li said that was because there was someone behind him, someone whose power did not fall short of his master’s.

Although Han Ya was unsure of who that person was, Chu Li dared to say it, which meant he had no way out.

"What’s the plan? Are you going to make a move against Tang Ming? I’ve heard Lan Yancha recently returned to Tianpo Mountain."

Han Ya didn’t say much but tapped his fingers on the wooden table.

At the mention of Lan Yancha, Chu Li’s pupils contracted. He exhaled slowly, "So what if he’s back? Lan Yancha, that old cat, can’t possibly be a match for us. Do you think Mu Ta will step in to help Tang Ming?"

"Even if Mu Ta had the courage, he doesn’t have the strength. I’ve been operating in Tianpo City all these years not for nothing."

Han Ya snorted coldly and then spoke.

Tang Ming prepared a table of delicacies that evening, surprising the people of Tianpo City once again.

Only Ying Chou knew that Tang Ming’s greatest skill wasn’t alchemy, but cooking.

The next morning, Zhou Mo had already prepared the carriage, and everyone sat inside except Shan Ze and Ying Chou, who rode horses.

Shan Ze had a large family, while Zhou Mo brought along Sun Xiu’s Demon Hunting Team.

Actually, Tang Ming was surprised that these members of the Demon Hunting Team wanted to follow him. After all, West Continent Town, outside West Desolation City, was already at the border of the Jiulong Dynasty. That place bordered mountains and sea and is rumored to be a grand canyon.

Going there meant certain suffering and the possibility of life-threatening danger, yet these people chose to follow Tang Ming without hesitation.

The convoy moved at a slow pace; Tang Ming knew that the people from the Chu Family wouldn’t let them go easily. So, the night before, Lan Yancha was invited by Lan Yanyou to come along.

"Are you sure the Chu Family people would dare make a move? Even if Chu Li, that old fellow, cultivates a demon technique, he still can’t be my match."

Lan Yancha glanced outside through the curtains.

Tang Ming nodded, "It’s best if they don’t make a move. If they do, I ask that you protect us. So long as no one dies among us, that’s fine."

"Your demand is quite high. Trust me, didn’t you give everyone a golden sore medicine? With that, one life can equal two."

Speaking of Tang Ming’s extravagance, the corner of Lan Yancha’s mouth twitched.

Tang Ming truly acted out of loyalty. Every single person who followed him was given a Golden Healing Pill and a Treasure Blue Pill.

The effectiveness of the golden sore medicine and Treasure Blue Pill on cultivators can only be truly appreciated by those who have used them; they represent not just a second life but double the combat power.

Bang.

Multicolored lights flashed from a distance, prompting Tang Ming’s team to instantly assume a defensive posture.

A fierce wind delivered an old man to the front of the convoy. Ying Chou and Shan Ze hurried over with their men, but Zhou Mo and Tang Ming stopped them.

Because the old man wasn’t a stranger; he was the Tang-named elder who had previously sent a letter to Tang Ming.

The elder smiled as he looked at Tang Ming and Lan Yancha beside him.

Lan Yancha swallowed; "Elder, what brings you here?"

"Tang Ming is in trouble, and you alone can’t handle it. This time, the guys from the Sea Shark Gang and Han Ya have all gotten involved. You think you, this little cat, can fight how many of them?"

The old man chuckled as he looked at Lan Yancha.

Lan Yancha snorted coldly, "The guys from the Sea Shark Gang are just a ragtag bunch. Tang Laotou, how many people have you brought this time? Tang Ming has equipped everyone with elixirs, hoping to make it safely to West Continent Town."

"West Continent Town?"

Tang Laotou’s face changed slightly upon hearing the location.

After some time, Tang Laotou snorted coldly, "It’s really courteous of the Thunder Dragon Tower to arrange for Tang Ming to go to that place, but fine, rise from where you fell. Even if the Tang Family Fort had fallen, I believe Tang Ming can rebuild a new Tang Family Fort at West Continent Town."

"Tang Family Fort? Elder, does your master plan on coming here?"

Tang Ming lifted his head and looked at Tang Laotou.

Tang Laotou smiled bitterly, "I knew you’d ask. Tang Ming, the master indeed has important tasks to attend to. If he could come, I guarantee he’d come to meet you first."

"That much, I can attest."

Lan Yancha nodded at Tang Laotou’s pleading gaze.

Tang Ming remained silent, his gaze turned to the distance where the sound of battle was coming from.

Those who accompanied Tang Laotou wore opera masks, and each one’s fighting style was akin to the Tang Sect people in the Mortal World. More importantly, their abilities were such that Tang Ming couldn’t discern.

Tang Laotou should be at the Qi Refinement Realm, yet he led these individuals.

Seeing how respectful Lan Yancha was, Tang Laotou’s status in the Jiulong Dynasty was undoubtedly high. Which means, the master behind him must also hold a lofty position on the Immortal Mountain.

"Who exactly are you people? Why do you oppose the Sea Shark Gang?"

Poison Teeth’s face was covered in blood, one ear sliced off by a flying knife, making him look utterly miserable.

The mask-wearers fought puppet-like, rarely speaking.

Poison Teeth and the others were pressured into retreat after retreat.

"We’re finished, Gang Leader, if this keeps up, we won’t escape."

Poison Teeth retreated to Bai Yan’s side.

Bai Yan glanced around at the approaching figures, took a deep breath; "Scared of nothing. Han Ya said if we’re successful, we’ll have achieved a great feat. If we fail, we’ll have ruined the Tower Master’s plan. Retreat means death, advance means death, might as well fight like hell."