Yang Che calmly retrieved the Flying Fire Needles into the Meteor Box, keeping the Meteor Box open, ready to strike at any moment.
The sky darkened, and the towering trees in the mountain forest made it even gloomier.
With a 'whoosh', a cold light suddenly shot out from the dense forest beside the road, spinning around and causing screams.
"It's a boomerang, run!" Someone shouted, and the crowd immediately became somewhat chaotic.
Immediately after, several more boomerangs shot into the crowd, bringing forth splashes of blood, and several more miners died on the spot.
Yang Che's eyes turned cold, and he had roughly pinpointed the location of the person who threw the hidden weapon.
He held his breath, staring intently at a certain spot in the dense forest, then raised his hand, and six Flying Fire Needles shot out.
A muffled groan came from the forest, and Yang Che, hearing it, threw out Flying Fire Needles again; after a series of chaotic rolling sounds in the forest, silence fell, and there was no further sound.
Yang Che then took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the mountain forest and quickly found an old corpse.
The Meteor Box flashed red, and all the Flying Fire Needles were retrieved.
At this moment, screams continued to erupt from the crowd of miners, and several more miners died from hidden weapons.
Yang Che moved through the dense forest and soon sensed a presence ahead.
Without any hesitation, a large number of Flying Fire Needles were thrown out, directly piercing towards where the presence was.
"Who?" A furious shout came from ahead.
Yang Che sped up, closing in on the source of the presence.
With a 'whoosh', a sharp stone, about half the size of a fist, suddenly whistled towards him.
Yang Che swiftly dodged and hid behind a nearby towering tree.
The sharp stone pierced directly into the tree bark; Yang Che peered out and recognized it as the hidden weapon 'Flying Locust Stone' that Wei Yongzheng had mentioned.
Yang Che's spiritual power had recovered a little, so he directly took out a Flying Fire Needle, infused it with spiritual power, and threw it forward with force.
A scream, and then there was no sound.
Another one taken down.
Yang Che rushed to the corpse and found it was a thin man, his eyes wide, his face filled with confusion and unwillingness.
After retrieving all the Flying Fire Needles, Yang Che suddenly heard rustling sounds in the forest, as if several people were surrounding him from different directions.
Yang Che's heart sank, and he immediately snuck deeper into the mountain forest.
These Wu Gate outer Sect masters, upon realizing that someone was fighting back and killing their people, had abandoned the miners and tacitly began to encircle Yang Che.
Yang Che moved through the mountain forest, rapidly thinking about how to completely shake off the Wu Gate outer Sect masters behind him.
Killing two people just now had completely exhausted the little spiritual power he had managed to recover.
And without spiritual power infused, the power of the Flying Fire Needles was immediately greatly reduced, far from comparable to when spiritual power was infused.
And without spiritual power, if he was caught by these people, his life would very likely be in danger.
Having no choice, Yang Che fled with all his might.
The months of absorbing venom to strengthen his skin and membranes now clearly showed their benefits to Yang Che.
The thorns in the mountain forest that would normally cut his skin now had no effect on him, like a gentle tickle.
Therefore, Yang Che completely disregarded these thorns, and his speed also increased significantly.
He also remembered the several Spells attached at the end of the Purple Origin Art Cultivation Technique ancient book; there was one called 'Wind Riding Art' which could help a Cultivator run like the wind for travel, but unfortunately, the Spell was too difficult, and he couldn't comprehend it, not knowing where to even begin learning. But at this moment, Yang Che yearned more and more for Spells.
Two hours later, Yang Che was exhausted.
He had wanted to find a hidden place to sit down and properly recover his spiritual power, but one person behind him had truly excellent lightness skill; no matter how he ran, this person could always keep up with him, preventing him from completely shaking him off.
With a 'whoosh', a cold light suddenly appeared, and Yang Che instinctively tilted his body, his left shoulder immediately feeling a sharp pain, and blood gushed out.
It was a green flying dagger that had pierced his left shoulder; fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, so it only injured his flesh and did not damage the bone.
Without any hesitation, Yang Che took out a 'Nourishing Yuan Pill' and swallowed it; then, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he ran a little further into the depths before stopping, no longer tired from fleeing.
He sat cross-legged on the ground and began to furiously recover his spiritual power.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the person with excellent lightness skill caught up.
Seeing Yang Che's left shoulder stained with blood and him sitting weakly on the ground, his eyes gleamed with triumph. He thought to himself that this young man had, after all, not outlasted him, and he became even more confident in his lightness skill.
Yang Che opened his eyes and found that this person was about forty years old, with black spots on his face; he was a middle-aged man with a pockmarked face.
To gain more time to recover his spiritual power, Yang Che deliberately coughed, feigning a serious injury, and said weakly, "I am Wei Yongzheng's Disciple. Can you let me go, for the sake of being fellow Sect members?"
The middle-aged man with the pockmarked face immediately looked confused upon hearing this, and said coldly, "Old Wei's Disciple? Impossible. If you were truly Old Wei's Disciple, how could you have killed our people?"
"I really am Wei Yongzheng's Disciple. Do you know how Wei Yongzheng died? It was Jia Yunzhi who colluded with Feng Xu from Emerald Pavilion, intending to assassinate Wei Yongzheng. After Feng Xu failed, Jia Yunzhi somehow found two more masters, and they jointly and secretly severely wounded Wei Yongzheng. Wei Yongzheng already had poison in his body, and he died from the severe injuries he couldn't recover from."
Yang Che spoke very quickly, and after he finished, while the middle-aged man with the pockmarked face was momentarily stunned, he continued to diligently recover his spiritual power.
"Boy, regardless of how much truth there is in what you say, the fact that you killed our outer Sect members is undeniable. Today, I will cripple you and bring you back to Wu Gate for confrontation."
The middle-aged man with the pockmarked face roared, and a cold light flashed in his hand, and two flying daggers shot towards Yang Che's legs.
Yang Che's hawk-like gaze reappeared, and he suddenly threw out the Flying Fire Needles that he had already held in his palm and infused with spiritual power; with two 'ding ding' sounds, they struck the two flying daggers.
The flying daggers changed direction and instantly fell to the ground, embedding themselves in the soil.
At the same time, Yang Che threw out two more Flying Fire Needles, which, in a flash of lightning, pierced into the middle-aged man with the pockmarked face's knees.
"Ah, you..."
The middle-aged man with the pockmarked face's legs gave out, and he knelt on the ground, his face filled with disbelief.
Yang Che quickly retrieved the Flying Fire Needles, leaped into the mountain forest, and disappeared without a trace.
About half an incense stick later, the other few people successively arrived at the location and found the middle-aged man with the pockmarked face, whose legs could no longer move.
The middle-aged man with the pockmarked face immediately told the others what Yang Che had said earlier; the few people were greatly surprised, and carrying the middle-aged man with the pockmarked face, they hurriedly returned to Wu Gate.
Although Wei Yongzheng was a person punished and reflecting in the Sect, if someone within the School truly colluded with another School to assassinate Wei Yongzheng, the nature of that would be truly despicable...
Yang Che hid in the mountain forest for a long time, until he confirmed that the few people were no longer pursuing him, before letting out a long sigh of relief.
He found a secluded place, and after fully recovering his spiritual power, he was not in a hurry to leave, but continued to Cultivate for over a month before leaving the mountain forest and heading towards the Wanglong Mountain Range along the main road.
One day, Yang Che arrived at a town very close to Wanglong Mountain.
Hungry, he had long been famished and was eager to find a restaurant for a good meal.
At this time, to ensure his belongings were not discovered, he had already put on a large bamboo hat to cover his face.
But as soon as he walked into the town, he found that there were wanted posters hanging on the white walls on both sides of the street, and one of the portraits actually resembled him a little?
Upon closer inspection, Yang Che's heart sank, and at the same time, a surge of righteous anger arose within him.
This was actually a wanted poster issued by Wu Gate; anyone who could capture him and bring him to Wu Gate would be rewarded with two hundred taels of silver.
"This Wu Gate, it seems, is not a Righteous Path School after all; they actually can't distinguish right from wrong."
Yang Che sneered inwardly and pulled his bamboo hat further down.
He had originally let the pockmarked man go, hoping he would deliver a message to Wu Gate, but who knew he would still be wanted.
He found an open-air noodle stall, bought two bowls of scallion oil noodles, and after eating his fill, he bought a few large flatbreads, quietly left the town, and continued walking towards Wanglong Mountain.
After traveling for more than half a month, Yang Che finally arrived at a large town at the foot of Wanglong Mountain, named 'Panshi Town'.
This town was the market town that governed his small village, Yang Village.
Stepping onto the somewhat familiar main street of Panshi, Yang Che was very annoyed to see that there was also a wanted poster of him in the town.
This immediately put him on alert.
If Yang Hu found out about this, what would his reaction be?
Yang Che snorted coldly in his heart, temporarily decided not to bother with Yang Hu, but instead bought some dry food, and when night fell, he plunged into Wanglong Mountain, relying on his memory, and quickly walked towards the Immortal Cave of that Immortal, a natural Stone Cave, from back then.