If the masked man insists on killing Liu Cong, then he must put his own life on the line as a burial companion for Liu Cong.

"What?!" Feeling the swift wind approaching, the masked man was shocked and hurriedly performed a heavy-landing maneuver in mid-air, quickly falling to the ground, barely avoiding Qin Yuesheng’s deadly breath.

Even though he managed to dodge in time, the hair on top of his head was still shaved flat by the ’breath’, revealing a patch of bald skin.

He stood motionless yet able to injure the enemy with his words.

Upon witnessing this, everyone present was greatly surprised; it is rumored that those who have cultivated to the high levels of the Inner Power Realm can harm enemies with their breath, plucking flowers and leaves to kill, could it be that this young man has reached such a stage at such a young age?

What a monstrous talent this is.

"You!" The masked man exclaimed in astonishment.

"Where my guests are, no one can kill them. Your reasons don’t hold value in front of me." Qin Yuesheng said calmly.

"You brat!" The masked man roared in anger and directly launched an attack. Behind him, the image of the Five Poisons appeared, his claws surrounded by toxic air, pressing toward Qin Yuesheng’s face.

With a single hand, Qin Yuesheng pointed with two fingers, focusing all his Inner Strength into the two fingers. Instantly, a white edge extended eight feet long, aiming at the approaching masked man.

Soon, a longsword image emerged at Qin Yuesheng’s fingertips.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, the Five Poisons image entangled with the longsword image. As Qin Yuesheng twisted his fingers, the longsword tangled the Five Poisons into chaos. Millipedes gripped the sword with their pincers, trying to bite it, toads slammed it with their heads, spiders, scorpions, and snakes surrounded it in an encircling attack.

With all eyes on them, the masked man met Qin Yuesheng’s sword fingers with both palms. Instantly, the Five Poisons image scattered, and Qin Yuesheng’s fingers penetrated the man’s palms, creating a bloody hole.

With a swipe upward, the man’s palm was immediately split in half; indeed, fingers come from the heart, and with this move, the masked man’s immediate pain made him cry out as he quickly removed the covers of the bamboo tubes hanging on him, releasing the poisonous creatures inside.

Suddenly, visible toxic air filled the room with a pungent stench. A whiff left everyone feeling weak, nauseous, and splitting headache.

"Hehe!" The masked man’s eyes flashed with malice as he stared at Qin Yuesheng. These poisonous creatures were cultivated after being painstakingly collected from dangerous places. Each was exceptionally toxic, even Inner Strength masters might not withstand them.

After the first exchange, the masked man realized Qin Yuesheng was an Inner Strength master. Compared to him, his own power was vastly inferior. Therefore, he chose to win through underhanded methods.

But Qin Yuesheng remained utterly still, sitting firmly in place, then launched both palms with force. Suddenly, his abundant Inner Strength swept the room, expelling all toxins and poisonous creatures outside.

Instantly, the air inside the hall became refreshingly clean.

The poison couldn’t withstand Qin Yuesheng’s Inner Strength, and the creatures perished before hitting the ground.

"Hiss!" Despite Qin Yuesheng being at the center of the toxic cloud, he looked unaffected, appearing completely undisturbed.

With his major move thwarted, the masked man suddenly lost his will to fight and immediately turned to flee.

But it wasn’t so easy; Qin Yuesheng reached out, catching the fleeing masked man and pulling him back to fall at his feet.

The Mangkut Zhuhar is the king of poisons; having consumed the thousand-year Demon Core of Mangkut Zhuhar, Qin Yuesheng’s body is immune to all poisons. The masked man’s tricks were too immature to harm him.

With a foot on the man’s back, Qin Yuesheng waved his hand in the air. The man’s mask flew up, exposing his true face.

It was somewhat charming, but his eyes were excessively slim, making him appear sinister and sly.

On his forehead was a spiral-shaped red tattoo, looking peculiar.

Jia Zhuangxian, who was feeling dizzy, shouted upon seeing him, "So it’s a thug from the Five Poison Sect! No wonder you wear a mask outside."

Qin Yuesheng had never heard of this sect in Jiangnan, so he asked, "Is the Five Poison Sect famous?"

Jia Zhuangxian replied, "Young hero, the Five Poison Sect is a sect from Western Shu, known for their evil deeds. Their disciples lurk throughout the land, poisoning people and earning everyone’s detestation, making them a cancer in the martial arts world that everyone wishes to eradicate."

"A sect from Western Shu." Qin Yuesheng understood, explaining his unfamiliarity.

"Young hero, this man is utterly vicious. To prevent further harm, let’s kill him on the spot." Jia Zhuangxian suggested.

Liu Cong immediately knelt down, bowing to Qin Yuesheng, "Please, young hero, punish him severely."

His senior brother had died at the hands of the Five Poison Sect disciple, breeding hatred deep within his bones. Without Qin Yuesheng’s intervention, it would have been impossible to avenge him in this lifetime.

Qin Yuesheng nodded, "Alright."

With that, he blocked the disciple’s inner meridians, preventing the use of Inner Strength, thus making it possible for even a child with a sharp tool to kill this Inner Strength master.

"Since he killed your senior brother, the task of punishment is yours." With a wave of his hand, the disciple’s body flew forth and landed before Liu Cong.

Faced with Liu Cong’s murderous gaze, the disciple panicked, "Don’t kill me! If you kill me, the Five Poison Sect won’t let you go."

Liu Cong wasn’t intimidated and directly stabbed at his throat with a knife.

Shlunk!

Liu Cong’s knife went through smoothly, piercing the disciple’s throat and spilling blood onto the ground.

"Brother!" Although the enemy bled, Liu Cong still felt deep sadness, crying loudly beside Wang Ken’s corpse.

"The Five Poison Sect’s people act so sinisterly, it’s truly despicable." A Great Han man shouted hatefully, clutching his chair’s armrest.

Soon after, the rain showed signs of stopping, and within moments it completely vanished.

With the rain gone, the sunlight once again illuminated the earth.

All the martial artists rose to thank Qin Yuesheng with a bow. His display of Inner Power Realm strength during his fight with the disciple truly impressed them, earning their sincere admiration.

"Young hero, we will take our leave now, see you again if fate allows."

"Young hero, farewell."

...

Each martial artist bid Qin Yuesheng goodbye and left the hall. Liu Cong followed suit, carrying his brother’s corpse.

Watching everyone leave, Qin Yuesheng went over, disassembled the disciple into Inner Strength Pills, consumed them, and then left with Ah Hu and the squirrel, reverting the residence into the Mountain Ghost Pearl and storing it away.

"Taicang Sect’s Blissful Gathering..." Qin Yuesheng murmured.

In such martial arts gatherings, the last one he attended was hosted by the Autumn Water Family, but their luck was poor, and they were wiped out by Demon Sect experts that very night, leaving Qin Yuesheng deeply regretting it.

Otherwise, gathering with fellow martial artists to indulge and feast would have been quite enjoyable.

"Forget it, dealing with Wang Tao in Yangzhou Prefecture takes priority. If there’s time after that, I’ll visit Broken Sword Peak to see just how blissful the Blissful Gathering is." Mounting Ah Hu’s back, Qin Yuesheng squeezed his legs, and Ah Hu dashed toward the north.

The squirrel firmly held onto Qin Yuesheng’s clothes to prevent being thrown off Ah Hu’s back.

"Whoa! Scared me to death! Slow down, slow down!"

Looking down at the squirrel, Qin Yuesheng made a strange face.

Where on earth has this fellow been mixing around? His accent is quite authentic.