Life Simulation: Add Tags Starting with Wellness Technique Chapter 190: My Rules Are Rules! Making Everyone Silent!

Chapter 190: My Rules Are Rules! Making Everyone Silent!

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A majestic hall was built halfway up the mountain range in the center of the Furious Flood Dragon Island. It was the Furious Flood Dragon Hall, the headquarters of the Furious Flood Dragon Gang. The terrain here was steep and easy to defend but difficult to attack.

In the hundreds of years that the Furious Flood Dragon Gang was established, there were a few times when they were in danger of destruction. They were jointly attacked by river bandits and pirates, but they all stopped outside Furious Flood Dragon Hall.

Han Zhao and Shui Jingfeng ascended the stairs and ascended the platform outside the hall. They could not help but be surprised when they saw the sabers, axes, and marks left behind by the arrows on the outer wall of the hall.

“This was specially left behind by the previous Sect Master so that the upper echelons of the future generation Sect can be vigilant at all times.” Shui

Jingfeng explained with a smile when he saw this.

“I see. The previous Sect Master is indeed far-sighted.” Han Zhao laughed and followed Shui Jingfeng into the hall.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a hall that could accommodate hundreds of people.

On the innermost wall of the hall, there was a relief of an Inky Flood Dragon more than ten meters long. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, looking ferocious.

Directly below the relief was a wide chair made of light golden material. On it was a black beast skin covered in scales. It was unknown if it was a snake or another demon beast.

With the wide chair as the center, there were five chairs on both sides.

Of the ten chairs, four were already occupied, and the other six were empty.

The blood qi in their bodies surged like mercury. They were all Grandmasters.

Behind them, dozens of martial artists with powerful blood qi stood on both sides. Most of these people were Force Tempering Martial Masters.

A few of them had a third Blood Qi Breakthrough, and all of them looked very young. They should be disciples or juniors of the upper echelons of the sect.

The first person on the left who was closest to the chair was an old man with a sinister expression and a hooked nose. He looked very similar to Qian Luohai. This person seemed to be Qian Luohai’s brother, Qian Luoshan.

A perfected One Qi Grandmaster was indeed not weak.

In order to rea.s.sure Shangguan Yunfei, his main body could only unleash the strength of the Greater Mastery of Force Tempering at most. That was already quite absurd.

Otherwise, no matter how strong he was, it would arouse suspicion.

As for his avatar, as long as he did not expose his ident.i.ty and let the Qian Luoshan know, he did not have many scruples. “This is the Sect Master’s new personal disciple?”

“He’s so young!”

“Grasping Internal Force at this age is indeed not weak.”

“I heard that he’s also a low-grade alchemist. Is he that powerful?”

“So what? Our Furious Flood Dragon Gang has always relied on our strength.

Young Sect Master, alchemy is useless!”

“That’s true. An outsider can forget about riding on our heads easily!”

The Martial Masters present discussed softly. Most of them did not have a good impression of Han Zhao, nor did they particularly reject him.

Of course, the martial artists under the deputy leader were different. The order they received was to take Han Zhao down a notch.

Qian Luoshan and a few other Grandmasters had heard some rumors. The gang leader and the old gang leader seemed to be seriously injured. Now, they were thinking of ways to suppress their injuries, but they did not dare to find a high-grade alchemist to refine healing pills.

After all, this was equivalent to directly telling the enemy faction that the Furious Flood Dragon Gang was unprecedentedly empty.

Of course, the rumors had yet to be confirmed.

Not many people wanted to directly try the strength of the Five Qi Grandmaster and Martial Saint.

The Gang Leader’s new disciple had good cultivation talent and alchemy talent.

They were prepared to test why the Sect Master had accepted a new disciple.

In any case, as Grandmaster Realm experts, unless they directly colluded with the enemy forces, no matter what they did, they would not be implicated.

The Furious Flood Dragon Gang had always been like this. Only the Water Envoy and Wood Envoy among the five regional envoys were valued by the previous leaders all year round. The others were all outsiders.

If the Sect Master and the old Sect Master were really seriously injured, they naturally had to find a way out in advance.

Most of the time, st.u.r.dy fortresses were broken through from the inside.

The distribution of benefits could not satisfy the higher-ups. No matter how powerful a faction was, it would fall apart.

This was the case for the Furious Flood Dragon Gang.

“Everyone, this is the new disciple of the Sect Master, Brother Han Zhao.” Shui Jingfeng brought Han Zhao to the front of the crowd and introduced him to everyone.

“Brother Han, this is our deputy leader, Qian Luoshan. He’s ranked ninth on the Black Ranking and is known as the Infinite Mountain. Come and greet our deputy leader!”

As he spoke, Shui Jingfeng brought Han Zhao to Qian Luoshan and smiled.

“Greetings, Deputy Sect Master.” Han Zhao bowed respectfully.

“Yes,” Qian Luoshan replied indifferently.

“Brother Han, this is the Wood Envoy, Mu Shuangling,” Shui Jingfeng continued.

“Greetings, Wood Envoy Mu.” Han Zhao bowed again. The middle-aged man in front of him, who was dressed like a Confucian scholar, smiled kindly at him. He was clearly a member of the gang leader’s faction.

“Brother Han is too polite.” Mu Shuangling smiled and cupped his fists in return.

“This is the Metal Envoy…”

“Shui Jingfeng, how can a junior be worthy of calling us brothers? He’s still not the Young Sect Master yet! Isn’t it too early for you to curry favor?”

A rude voice interrupted Shui Jingfeng.

Han Zhao looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person who spoke was a man sitting at the end of the ten chairs. He looked to be in his early thirties and was quite handsome. However, what was more exaggerated was that his body below the neck was completely disproportionate to his head.

His body sat on the chair like a mountain of meat.

His chair was clearly a larger size, but it was still squeezed by his body.

Han Zhao’s pupils constricted. This fatty looked like he was covered in fat, but he felt that this was all surging blood qi..