Chapter 81: Chapter 81

"First-class Hall?" Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he sneered inwardly, "First-class Hall again! There was the previous assassination, and now this medical herb blockade. Could it really be someone specifically targeting me? Or targeting Bai Xue Company? Am I just an inconvenient pawn?"

However, Zhang Xiaohao felt something was off. During the previous assassination attempt, he had charged into First-class Hall alone and had slaughtered Azure Dragon, one of the First-class Hall’s Four Vajras. Even Master Zhao had been secretly murdered by someone else.

Could it be that Zhao Biao was just a puppet put forth by someone behind the scenes? And this medicinal herb blockade was also orchestrated by the same person?

Thinking this, Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes brightened, thinking the possibility was very high.

If the person behind the scenes could put forward Zhao Biao, then after Zhao Biao’s death, they would definitely bring forward a new puppet.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohao silent, Brother Damao thought he was scared, frightened by the reputation of First-class Hall. Follow current novels on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝙣𝙚𝙩

Feeling extremely smug and with a vicious look, he said, "Little punk, now you know fear, right? But it’s too late. Since you dared to strike out against us, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you cannot escape from First-class Hall’s pursuit! If you don’t want to die a gruesome death, while my First-class Hall’s top fighters have not yet arrived, you’d better kneel on the ground and beg me for mercy and hand over the two women behind you. Let us have a good time with them. Maybe I’ll even spare your family’s life."

"Mr. Zhang, I’m scared!"

Hearing the words "First-class Hall," Wu Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaowen were trembling in fear, their faces panicked, clinging desperately to the corners of Zhang Xiaohao’s clothes, their eyes filled with dread.

"Don’t be afraid! With me here, not to mention one First-class Hall, even if there were ten or a hundred First-class Halls, I wouldn’t consider them a threat! They wouldn’t dare to touch you, let alone harm your families," Zhang Xiaohao said softly, patting their shoulders to reassure them.

"Hmm," Hearing Zhang Xiaohao’s words, the tension in the women finally eased.

"I ask you, who is the current Hall Master of First-class Hall?" Zhang Xiaohao pressed his foot down more firmly, grinding it into Damao’s face as he spoke harshly.

A pig-like scream escaped from Damao’s mouth as he met Zhang Xiaohao’s cold, merciless gaze. For some reason, Brother Damao felt a trace of fear and panic.

Just about to continue talking big, using First-class Hall to intimidate Zhang Xiaohao, his face again felt a huge surge of pain, so intense that Brother Damao nearly cried out for his parents.

"Tell me, who is the current Hall Master of First-class Hall?" Zhang Xiaohao asked coldly.

"It’s, it’s He Zhongfei!" Brother Damao said in horror.

"He Zhongfei? What happened to Zhao Biao?" Zhang Xiaohao intentionally asked.

"Master Zhao is dead!" Brother Damao said in horror.

"As I thought! It seems this He Zhongfei is the new puppet put forth by the person behind the scenes. It looks like I need to take another trip to First-class Hall," Zhang Xiaohao scoffed inwardly.

He glanced coldly at Brother Damao and his group on the ground, his eyes briefly displaying a flicker of cold indifference.

When dealing with people who had done many evil deeds, he always showed no mercy.

With a step that carried a surge of strong force, Zhang Xiaohao’s right foot kicked out like lightning.

Series of crackling sounds followed, accompanied by the cries of Brother Damao and his group, whose legs Zhang Xiaohao had just crippled.

"Let’s go!" Having dealt with them, Zhang Xiaohao, accompanied by Wu Qiaoqiao and Lin Xiaowen, headed towards the herbal medicine shop in front of them.

If this had been overseas, Brother Damao would have long since become a lifeless corpse, not even qualified to be considered disabled.

Upon entering the herbal shop, Zhang Xiaohao’s nose twitched, he smelled many herbs from within the shop, which included all the herbs he needed.

Looking at the shop owner behind the counter, a man in his sixties dressed in white casual wear, his face calm and his eyes perceptive.

Zhang Xiaohao’s gaze shifted as he sized him up deeply, then withdrew his gaze.

Pulling out the previously prepared list of herbs from his pocket, he placed it directly on the table and said, "Shopkeeper, please prepare the herbs according to this list."

"I’m sorry, young man, but the herbs in the shop are almost sold out. Why don’t you try another shop?" the shopkeeper said with a smile.

"Shopkeeper, let’s not beat around the bush. We’re all outsiders here; whether your shop has herbs left, I can tell just by the smell. Don’t try to fool me with tactics you use on outsiders," Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.

His gaze, however, was fixed intently on the shopkeeper.

A gleam of sharpness flashed in the shopkeeper’s eyes, but his face still held a polite smile as he said, "Is that so? Then please, young man, tell me what herbs are present in my shop."

"There are two grades of herbs in your shop. The first grade is for ordinary people to use, and the second grade consists of aged herbs, each at least ten years old. Moreover, the aloe, snow lotus, bamboo leaf grass, Morning Dew Root, and others that I need are all here. As for the rest, are you sure you want me to spell them out?" Zhang Xiaohao looked at the shopkeeper with a playful expression.

If the shopkeeper was unwilling to sell, Zhang Xiaohao wouldn’t mind making a trip here tonight.

He might not do this to ordinary people, but he wouldn’t show the slightest mercy towards outsiders.

The current shopkeeper was not just any ordinary shopkeeper but a bona fide Ancient Martial cultivator, although not very strong, he had reached the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, considered a master in his own right.

"Hm?" The shopkeeper’s gaze narrowed with a hint of wariness as he looked at Zhang Xiaohao and said, "Who exactly are you?"

If it weren’t for his inability to see through Zhang Xiaohao’s Cultivation Realm, he would have acted already, apprehended Zhang Xiaohao for interrogation, to see if he was sent by a sworn enemy.

"I am just here to buy medicine. One million, prepare the herbs as listed!" Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.

"Sorry! I’m not selling!" the shopkeeper flatly refused with a cold face.

"How can you act ? Earlier you said there were no herbs left, that they were all sold out. Now that Mr. Zhang has seen through you, why won’t you sell? We aren’t robbers; we’re not refusing to pay!" Lin Xiaowen pointed at him, her voice filled with frustration.

"Want to know why? Because I am the owner of this shop. If I’m in a good mood, I might sell some, but right now I’m not in a good mood, so I don’t feel like selling! Is it that you’re unwilling to accept that?" the shopkeeper said coldly and arrogantly.

"You..." Lin Xiaowen was about to continue speaking out.

Zhang Xiaohao patted her shoulder, signaling her not to get agitated, he had everything under control.

"You’ve been poisoned!" Zhang Xiaohao stated flatly.