Chapter 41: Infiltrating the Rumbling Thunder Dojo!

September 3, 2024, gloomy weather.

3: 20 in the afternoon.

A black SUV slowly stopped at the entrance of the Thunder Martial Arts School.

Inside the car.

Xiang Rongshan took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Then he pushed open the door and got out of the car with red eyes.

The commotion immediately attracted the attention of several disciples of the dojo near the entrance.

A few disciples came up to him. Seeing Xiang Rongshan's expression, they quickly asked,"Eldest Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

"Eldest Senior Brother, didn't you go to the wilderness with Senior Brother Lyu to look for medicine for our Master?

Where is Senior Brother Lyu? "

Xiang Rongshan looked sad and said, "Your Senior Brother Lyu, he … he …"

At this point.

Xiang Rongshan's voice was choked with sobs, "Your Senior Brother Lyu sacrificed himself for our Thunder Martial Arts School, for our Master … From now on, his family will be supported by our Martial Arts School. I, Xiang Rongshan, will personally take care of his funeral!"

"His name can be written on our Thunder Martial Arts School's wall of honor!"

This was in line with his usual persona — a Eldest Senior Brother who loved, cared for, and treated the disciples as his own family.

Xiang Rongshan strode into the dojo and went straight to the Dojo Master's office amidst the cries of "Eldest Senior Brother, please restrain your grief."

Because Fang Tailai usually ate and lived in the Martial Arts School.

Therefore, there was a separate bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and practice room in the Master's office.

He knocked on the door of the practice room.

Xiang Rongshan entered and said respectfully, "Master."

Fang Tailai sat on the ground with his legs crossed and his upper body naked.

He was not young anymore.

But because he had been practicing martial arts for a long time and had broken through to the Grandmaster level, his body was very strong. His muscles were well-defined, but the sword scar on his chest was more conspicuous!

After being treated, the sword mark was no longer as ferocious as it was at the beginning.

And the "flame" on the sword scar had also dissipated.

However, the "flame" did not really disappear. Instead, it invaded Fang Tailai's heart meridian!

Fang Tailai's breath was disordered and his face was pale.

He looked at Xiang Rongshan and asked softly, "What did the Immortal General say?"

Xiang Rongshan said, "The Divine General said that you've been hit by the Raging Fire Sword Zhang Heng's Raging Fire Sword Qi and needs to be neutralized with a Spiritual Medicine of water property. He doesn't have such a Spiritual Medicine with him, so he needs to report to the Divine Lord and ask the Divine Lord to give him the Spiritual Medicine. The Spiritual Medicine will be sent to the Thunder Rush Martial Club in three days at most."

"Three days?"

Fang Tailai was delighted and said, "That's great … According to the usual practice, I need to serve in the Divine Gate within half a year after breaking through to Martial Dao Master. With the elixir given by the Divine Lord, I'll be able to refine this Sword Aura of Raging Fire in a month at most."

His voice grew louder, and he spoke a little faster.

Because of this, the injuries in his body were aggravated, and he couldn't help but cough.

He coughed out a mouthful of blood. When the blood landed on the ground, it began to burn.

"Master, are you alright?"

Xiang Rongshan wanted to step forward but was stopped by Fang Tailai.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm fine … I'm a Martial Dao Master after all. I can withstand this Sword Qi of Raging Fire."

Even as he spoke …

He sighed. "Isn't the difference between people a little too great? That Zhang Heng the Raging Fire Sword's sword technique is brilliant in the first place, and he had awakened fire-type powers as well, which is why his name is known throughout Western Xia."

"He had been silent and neglected for twenty years … and now that he reappeared, he ascended to Grandmaster on a whim!"

"I've been diligent and cultivated for over twenty years, forgetting to eat and sleep. Even so, I could only reach Grandmaster thanks to the Fish-Dragon Pellet the Saint bestowed upon me. It's the same for you … I'm afraid you'll have to rely on the Fish-Dragon Pellet if you want to reach Grandmaster in the future!"

Fang Tailai then turned towards Xiang Rongshan and instructed, "Work hard for the Holy Faith and don't be disloyal … it's only with the Holy Faith that we would stand out."

Xiang Rongshan nodded.

He mentioned Jiang He.

"Oh?"

Fang Tailai did a double take before smiling. "Nothing could be better since the kid is in the wildlands. Leave the city tonight, capture him and deliver him to the Heavenly Generals … they are very curious about how Jiang He escaped the poison, and capturing him would be a great accomplishment that would increase our chances of getting the Fish-Dragon Pellet in the future!"

Xiang Rongshan clearly had the same idea.

Pausing, he then added, "Master, someone seems to have set their sights on the Rumbling Thunder Dojo recently …"

Fang Tailai frowned at Xiang Rongshan's report and said, "Yun Yanchen? That disciple of Shui Qianyun … she has no one to blame if she has a death wish. I'll find a chance to act when I'm healed. "

After a long private conversation with Fang Tailai.

It was only then that Xiang Rongshan stepped out of the training room.

Summoning the disciples of the dojo, he gave each of them orders to prepare for Junior Brother Lu's funeral.

Meanwhile.

Carrying his combat blade, Jiang He returned to Wu City, covered in dust.

Once he entered the city …He entered a supermarket.

Initially, he wanted to buy something like a mask to make it easier for him to commit the crime …But the masks in the supermarkets were of poor quality. The plastic children's toys would affect one's vision.

In the end.

Jiang He then arrived at the ladies' stockings department.

One of the salesgirls promptly greeted Jiang He with a smile when she saw him carrying his blade. "Sir, are you picking stockings for your girlfriend?

Do you need me to introduce you? "

"I don't have a girlfriend," Jiang He replied. "I bought her for myself."

Since …

For personal use?

The saleswoman was obviously stunned.

However, her professionalism was very high. She quickly recovered and asked, "Then, sir, do you have any requirements for stockings?"

Request?

Jiang He thought about it and said, "It has to be elastic and breathable, and it shouldn't affect my vision … by the way, do you have XXX brand stockings? I used it last time. This brand of stockings is very good. "

"You really know what's good for you, sir!"

The saleswoman quickly found three pairs of shoes.

One was black, one was white, and the last was a flesh-colored.

Jiang He unwrapped the black stockings, took out one and put it over his head skillfully. Looking left and right in the mirror on the shelf, he praised, "Needles don't poke … I'll take this pair!"

He paid for it.

Stuffing the stockings into his pocket, Jiang He took a taxi to a noodle shop opposite the Rumbling Thunder Dojo.

At the moment.

It was already 4: 30 in the afternoon.

Jiang He went to the second floor and sat by the window.

The waiter brought him the menu, and he ordered a pot of Eight Treasures Tea and a plate of sunflower seeds. "Do you have Big Plate Chicken?"

The waiter nodded.

"Is it good?" Jiang He asked.

The waiter was dumbstruck.

"I'll have one, but not now. Just make sure it's delivered at six sharp."

Jiang He munched on sunflower seeds and pointed outside the window, asking, "What's going on at the Rumbling Thunder Dojo? Why is there a wreath at the entrance? Could Fang Tailai be dead? "

The waiter was taken aback and quickly said, "Sir, you shouldn't say that … Grandmaster Fang was in his prime, how could he be dead? I heard that the one who died was a disciple of the dojo named Lu … "

"That disciple seemed to have sacrificed himself for the dojo, which is why the dojo prepared his funeral. Second Senior Brother of the Rumbling Thunder Dojo has just booked 180 tables for a banquet, and it's probably going to be a grand affair!"

"Got it. Off you go."

Jiang He munched on sunflower seeds.

Through the window, he studied the Rumbling Thunder Dojo carefully.

Being one of the largest dojos in Wu City, the Rumbling Thunder Dojo occupied a lot of space and had three floors. It was said that there were various support training equipment rooms, a martial arts arena, and dormitories for the dojo disciples.

The dojo disciples were bustling around.

Soon.

Bai Ling was hung at the entrance of the dojo, and Disciple Lu's portrait was made.

Martial artists were coming in and out to offer their condolences.

Jiang He poured himself a cup of tea and finished it in one gulp. Then, slinging his blade over his back, he headed downstairs and headed straight for the Rumbling Thunder Dojo!

He was very bold!

He did not 'disguise' himself.

A normal person …

Probably not many people would do that.

And yet, after saying 'my condolences' to the disciple holding Disciple Lu's portrait, Jiang He entered the dojo smoothly.

Jiang He even stopped one of the dojo disciples and asked, "May I ask … where is the dojo master's office?"

"Third floor. Go up the stairs and turn right. It's at the end of the corridor."

The disciple might have seen the video of Jiang He defeating Chen Xiang, but he really did not recognize Jiang He at first sight.

Moreover, many martial artists had come to offer their condolences.

As a result …

None of them deliberately paid attention to Jiang He.

Jiang He headed straight up to the third floor.

He found the dojo master's office according to the disciple's directions.

The door to the office was wide open.

However …

There was no one inside!

Frowning, Jiang He was about to search elsewhere when a voice could be heard …"Rong Shan, you're here?"

A voice could be heard from the training room!

…

(End of chapter)