My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

307 Deceiving the Gang

“Is it really possible?”

Qin Huai’s eyes were filled with a mixture of anticipation, nervousness, killing intent, and magnificence. He did not expect that he would be thinking of a way to join the Blood Poison Gang, and Yang Erbao actually offered an olive branch himself.

The old saying was indeed true: geniuses would not be buried no matter where they went. As long as the Blood Poison Gang had some foresight, they would not miss a poison path genius like him!

“Of course!” Yang Erbao spread his hands out sincerely, as if he was not a threat at all. “But you have to show your sincerity first.”

“I understand.” Qin Huai laughed and waved his hand casually.

Bang!

Blood mist surged behind him, and a ball of red and white mixed with broken bones splattered directly on Yang Erbao’s face.

“Ugh…” Yang Erbao’s expression was ugly as he shook off the disgusting thing on his face. “When did you poison them?” He looked at the blood mist that filled the sky and was shocked.

“I did it a while ago. I originally wanted to use them as a shield, but I didn’t expect them to become a pledge of allegiance.” Qin Huai smiled humbly and walked towards Yang Erbao and the others.

The few bone pattern realm warriors behind Yang Erbao subconsciously took a step back, shocked by Qin Huai’s mysterious poison techniques. This kid was even more like the elites of the Blood Poison Gang.

“May I ask your name?” Qin Huai cupped his fists.

“My name is Yang Erbao. I don’t dare to call myself your senior, but if you want, you can call me Big Brother Yang.” Yang Erbao looked at the dense blood mist and then at the scattered red and white things on the ground.

The disgusting scene and the thick blood mist made Yang Erbao unwilling to take a closer look and investigate. This kid was so decisive and expressionless that he definitely wouldn’t lie to him. These Tong family members were obviously dead.

“This little brother’s surname is Qin, with the name Huai. In the future, I’ll need Big Brother Yang’s help.” Qin Huai’s face was filled with excitement.

“Brother, you’re treating me as an outsider.” Yang Erbao laughed. This kid’s future achievements in the sect would definitely be limitless. He had to build a good relationship with him now. In the future, who knows who will be the one supporting whom?

Just like that, the group of people walked out of Tong Treasure Shop, chatting and laughing.

…

After everyone had walked far away, Old Master Tong and the others slowly crawled out of the thick blood mist.

“Our Tong family owes Qin Huai more than ten lives.” Old Master Tong’s expression was complicated. The red and white objects and broken bones on the ground were the heads thrown in by the Blood Poison Gang.

“Let’s go and pack our belongings. From then on, we will leave Qingzhou City and return to our hometown, Lingjiang City.”

Old Master Tong’s expression was desolate. He didn’t expect the Tong Family to have to return to their ancestral land after decades of struggle in Qingzhou.

“I wonder how Lingjiang City is doing now. Which family has annexed the Nine Dragons sect, and which has been weakened by the competition between the two surnames?” Old Master Tong shook his head with a bitter smile, a trace of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

“Father, are we leaving just like that?” Tong Shou was somewhat unwilling.

“Why are you staying?! To harm Qin Huai?” Old Master Tong’s eyes widened. “If the Blood Poison Gang finds out that we’re not dead, how will Qin Huai explain himself? How do we survive? I believe Qin Huai will definitely take revenge on the Blood Poison Gang.”

Old Master Tong did not waste any more words and quickly returned to the house to pack his things.

In just a moment, a group of rough men packed up their belongings, wrapped themselves in black robes, and quietly slipped away from the back door of the artifact shop.

…

Qin Huai followed Yang Erbao, listening to the soft sound of running water as they walked.

Unlike the Broken Axe Gang, which chose the remote and desolate outer city, the headquarters of the Blood Poison Gang was also remote, but it was located by the Qingzhou River. Although it was far away from the bustling city, there was an endless stream of people coming and going to do business.

Disciples of the Blood Poison Gang dressed in red stood guard at each entrance with serious expressions. They were on a completely different level from the motley crew of the Broken Axe Gang.

Qin Huai was led by Yang Erbao as he walked along the long queue. He glanced at the people beside him. Their faces were either excited, brutal, or a little scared and confused, but without exception, they were all strong and muscular.

“Old Liu, register a disciple of our Blood Poison Gang!” With a smile on his face, Yang Erbao pushed away the disciple who was registering. The latter fell to the ground, not daring to be angry or say anything.

“Second Guardian, where did you pick up this pretty boy?” Old Liu raised his eyes and sized up Qin Huai. He was really handsome. This Yang Erbao did not care about gender.

Yang Erbao’s expression changed when he heard this. “This is my brother, Qin Huai! Don’t look at my brother’s young age, but his poison skills are quite outstanding.”

Old Liu’s eyes flashed with surprise as he asked, “What’s your name?”

“Qin Huai.”

“Where are you from?”

“I’m from An City.” Qin Huai had already thought of an excuse. An City in Lingjiang county had already been destroyed at the beginning of the demon wave. He had also investigated the matter and found out that there was indeed a dojo in An City that practiced qi cultivation techniques. However, they had all been destroyed.

“Cultivation technique?”

“Four-directional tiger-wolf technique, supporting the long breath technique. I was in the army before.”

Old Liu extended his hand and gestured to Qin Huai. The latter stretched out his palm, and the boiling blood in his hand started to boil slightly. His fingertips instantly turned red. Then, a trace of white gas condensed, which was slightly dimmer than the red color.

Old Liu nodded. “Realm?”

“Second-level bone pattern realm.”

Old Liu’s originally languid body instantly straightened up as he carefully sized up Qin Huai.

“Age?”

“Eighteen.”

“Ahem…” Old Liu coughed lightly, and a bright smile appeared on his face.