The next moment, Song Wen released the dagger.

He suddenly realized he couldn’t kill Gou Hang and the two others, at least not in front of so many people.

His body would automatically devour others’ vital blood, and Song Wen wasn’t sure if he could control the process of devouring it.

If he killed Gou Hang and the two others on the street and his body uncontrollably absorbed them into dried corpses, he would be unable to defend himself, certainly be deemed an evil demon, and burned alive in public to appease the masses.

Song Wen stood up and said loudly.

“Gou Ye, wait.”

Gou Hang heard him, turned around, and stared at Song Wen.

“You are…?”

The more Gou Hang looked at Song Wen, the more familiar he felt, but he couldn’t recall where he had seen him before.

Song Wen smiled, “Gou Ye truly has a short memory for important people. Thanks to you, I was recommended to Tian Sha Gang, which allowed me to become Ji Yin Master’s Personal Disciple. I must thank Gou Ye for your guidance.”

A flicker of realization crossed Gou Hang’s eyes, “You’re that scholar, named… Song Wen!”

Song Wen said, “Gou Ye has a good memory.”

A look of apprehension appeared on Gou Hang’s face.

Previously, all the young people sent to Ji Yin had gone to meet the King of Hell.

Song Wen was the first person to walk out of Ji Yin’s courtyard alive.

At that time, he had tricked Song Wen, selling him for ten taels of silver, which meant he had completely offended Song Wen.

Logically, Song Wen should hate him, but he didn’t see any hatred on Song Wen’s face; instead, he saw deep gratitude.

Gou Hang asked cautiously, “Young Master Song, why did you stop me? What can I do for you?”

Song Wen had a matter-of-fact expression, “Naturally, I want to thank Gou Ye for your recommendation. Gou Ye, you are my benefactor.”

Pulling out a silver ingot and tossing it onto the wooden table, Song Wen said to the Tan Zhu.

“This is for my and Gou Ye’s meal. Gou Ye is an elite of Tian Sha Gang; how could he lack such small change? It’s just that he left in a hurry today and forgot to bring money.”

Gou Hang looked at the silver ingot on the table, feeling a bit envious; it was a full two taels of silver, enough for him to enjoy himself at the pleasure houses for two days.

He looked at Song Wen again, truly unable to see any hint of falsehood in Song Wen’s demeanor. Instead, it was an appearance of trying hard to maintain his personal image.

Gou Hang couldn’t help but murmur to himself.

Could it be that this Song Wen really has no brains? Didn’t he realize that I sold him back then?

Just as Gou Hang was pondering, the Tan Zhu looked at the silver ingot on the table, finding himself in a difficult position.

He looked at Song Wen and stammered, “Guest, I don’t have change.”

Song Wen said, “No need for change, the rest is your tip.”

The Tan Zhu was a bit disbelieving. Gou Hang’s impression on him earlier was too bad, and he was afraid of causing trouble, so he didn’t dare to easily accept the silver ingot. But seeing the silver within reach, he was reluctant to let it slip away.

Just as the Tan Zhu was hesitating, Song Wen said again, “Just take it when I tell you to.”

After speaking, Song Wen said to Gou Hang again, “Gou Ye, where is your residence? I plan to visit when I have free time.”

“Tongluo Alley, number twenty-five.” Gou Hang blurted out.

As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it. He always felt that Song Wen’s behavior was somewhat abnormal.

He shouldn’t have easily revealed his true residence.

A sense of unease rose in his heart, and Gou Hang decided to distance himself from Song Wen first.

“Young Master Song, I still have gang business today, so I won’t accompany you. I’ll treat you to meat and wine another day.”

Song Wen said, “Then Gou Ye, please attend to your business.”

Gou Hang took his two subordinates and turned to leave.

Staring at the backs of the three, Song Wen’s eyes were sinister, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Tongluo Alley, number twenty-five!

Just wait, I’ll be looking for you very soon.

After walking a long distance, Gou Hang suddenly turned around and looked at the location of the small stall, but Song Wen was no longer there.

The more he thought about it, the more something felt off; the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became.

He always felt that Song Wen’s behavior was overly abnormal. How could there be such a foolish person in the world who truly didn’t realize that he had been sold that day?

Now, Song Wen was already Ji Yin’s Disciple. If he wanted to harm him, Gou Hang believed he had no power to resist.

Just then, a procession appeared on the street ahead.

More than ten Tian Sha Gang elites slowly approached, surrounding an ox cart.

A sturdy green ox pulled a cart without a canopy. On the wooden board of the cart lay the three-meter-long corpse of a striped white tiger.

The white tiger’s strong body, sharp claws, and pointed fangs all indicated its might in life, drawing many passersby to stop and watch.

The Tian Sha Gang members surrounded a young man in his twenties, showering him with endless praise.

“Young Gang Leader is truly extraordinary. At such a young age, he can actually hunt down such a Vicious Beast by himself.”

“Tsk tsk, look at this beast’s fangs, they must be at least four inches long! And its sharp claws, its thick tail. It’s incredible that Young Gang Leader could kill it.”

“From now on, under the leadership of Young Gang Leader, our Tian Sha Gang will surely become even stronger.”

Tang Liang listened to the flattery of the crowd and the amazed gazes of the onlookers, feeling immensely proud. Even the pain in his calf, where the white tiger had torn off a piece of flesh, no longer bothered him.

His gaze suddenly fell upon Gou Hang ahead. He waved to Gou Hang and shouted loudly.

“Gou Hang, come here and see how the white tiger this Young Gang Leader slew is?”

Gou Hang was somewhat surprised to hear Tang Liang’s call.

Tang Liang, as the Gang Leader’s son, was the Tian Sha Gang’s Young Gang Leader, personally appointed by Gang Leader Tang Yinian.

Normally, Tang Liang looked down on small fries like him and disdained him.

Today, he actually took the initiative to call out to him.

A plan suddenly came to Gou Hang’s mind. He couldn’t deal with Song Wen, but Tang Liang could.

Gou Hang jogged forward, arriving in front of Tang Liang, bowing low.

“Young Gang Leader, did you call me?”

Tang Liang pointed at the striped white tiger, “How is this white tiger?”

Gou Hang showed a look of admiration, “Young Gang Leader is mighty! Only a hero like Young Gang Leader would have the courage to face such a fierce beast alone and even slay it.”

Tang Liang nodded in satisfaction.

Gou Hang suddenly changed the subject, “It’s a pity…”

“A pity what?” Tang Liang’s expression fell, and he asked displeasedly.

“It’s a pity that no matter how formidable we martial artists are, we are still just Mortals. The power of Mortals is ultimately limited. Unlike Immortal Elder Ji Yin, who can cast powerful Spells with a mere wave of his hand.”

The pride on Tang Liang’s face gradually disappeared, replaced by a look of resentment.

He had also begged Ji Yin multiple times and even asked his father to intercede, asking Ji Yin to teach him Immortal techniques. But Ji Yin completely disregarded their father and son’s dignity, refusing them outright with a single sentence: ‘You two father and son have no Immortal destiny.’

Without even trying, how could Ji Yin know that their father and son had no Immortal destiny?