I Can Merge Techniques-Chapter 145 - 106: Promoted to Small Leader, Zhao Tianxing Seriously Injured, Chu Fan’s Night Raid on the White Tiger Gang

Chapter 145: Chapter 106: Promoted to Small Leader, Zhao Tianxing Seriously Injured, Chu Fan’s Night Raid on the White Tiger Gang

"Alright," Chu Fan nodded slightly.

He didn’t resume his training, but instead went to the courtyard to chop firewood.

After practicing the Twelve Forms Fist all day, even after taking a Blood Nourishing Pill, he still needed two hours of rest to fully recover.

When night fell...

The two of them changed into Night Traveler’s Clothes, pulling green robes on over them. They slipped out the back door of the Seven Stars Gang and headed straight for the White Tiger Gang’s North City branch.

...

The night was black as ink, swallowing the day’s clamor whole.

Chu Fan moved without a sound to the outskirts of the North City’s Firewood Market.

Standing in the shadows, he donned the Evil Ghost Mask and gazed toward the Firewood Market’s main gate.

Outside the gate, only two White Tiger Gang disciples were on guard.

Through the main gate, one could see an open space surrounded by a simple fence—that was Cyan Yang Ancient City’s Firewood Market, a place for trading firewood.

The control of the Firewood Market was not in the hands of the White Tiger Gang; half belonged to the Iron Armor Sect, and half to the Blood Saber Sect.

The Blood Saber Sect was short-staffed, so they let their vassal, the White Tiger Gang, come here to be their enforcers.

The reason Chu Fan was cautious was because the Iron Armor Sect’s branch was at the other end of the Firewood Market.

He had only defeated the Iron Armor Sect’s Liang Yuhen in a duel. He had no feud with the Iron Armor Sect and didn’t want a fight to the death with them.

To slaughter all these White Tiger Gang members right under the Iron Armor Sect’s nose was indeed no small feat.

Chu Fan stood in the shadows, took out the Meteor Bow, looked back and made a hand signal, pointing to the guard on the right side of the Firewood Market entrance.

They would each take one!

Behind him, Zhao Tianxing took down his Bengyue Bow, drew it, and nocked an arrow, the tip aimed straight at the guard on the right!

The next moment...

They both released at the same time.

"THWIP!"

Two Purple Bamboo Arrows cut through the air, piercing their necks.

The guards fell silently, leaving only a soft thud.

After dealing with the guards, Chu Fan slung his bow over his back and slipped in, hugging the fence to the right of the Firewood Market’s main gate.

Before he had truly stepped inside, a smell mixed with pine, damp decaying wood, and years of accumulated dust washed over him.

During the day, this place would be bustling with woodcutters and vendors, a clamor of voices and an endless stream of carts and horses.

But now, under the thick blanket of night, it seemed exceptionally empty and deathly still, even a little sinister.

The Blood Moon was obscured by thin clouds, only barely outlining the general shape of the Firewood Market.

Logs were stacked in piles like silent, black burial mounds, casting vast, twisted shadows that seemed to hide countless man-devouring monsters.

The night wind whistled through the gaps in the woodpiles with a low WOOO, like the wailing of vengeful spirits.

A few dim, yellow, wind-proof lanterns hung from the eaves of the scattered, lit shacks. Their light swayed in the wind, casting flickering shadows on the rough wood, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

At the edge of the fence, rough logs that hadn’t been transported yet were piled haphazardly. Their bark was cracked, and in the faint light, they looked like peeling human skin, exuding a cold Death Qi.

Broken branches and wood chips were scattered on the ground, drifting with the wind.

On the outskirts of the Firewood Market, there were four shacks from which voices and light could be seen.

In the middle of the four shacks was a courtyard with two white lanterns hanging, where a group of people sat around drinking and eating meat.

This was the White Tiger Gang’s branch in the Firewood Market, and also Chu Fan’s target for the night.

In the boundless, deathly silent darkness, the lamplight was like a trap for moths, giving off an ominous air.

Chu Fan took a deep breath of the air, a mixture of cold wood and decay. His eyes were as sharp as a falcon’s. With a single movement, he melted into the deep shadows cast by the woodpiles and crept toward a lit shack on his right.

His feet stepped on dry leaves, but he didn’t make the slightest sound.

If it were daytime, Zhao Tianxing, following behind, would surely have seen that Chu Fan moved as if using "Grasshopper"...

Like a ghost, he slowly approached the outermost lit shack.

The light and shadow swayed, and a middle-aged man with a Long Saber at his side walked out of the shack.

The middle-aged man reeked of alcohol, staggered to the base of the wall, and undid his belt...

In the shadows, Chu Fan activated the Ghost Shadow Illusionary Body Step, darted behind him like a phantom, clasped his right hand around his neck, and squeezed gently.

CRACK!

The middle-aged man slowly collapsed.

Chu Fan crept to the door of the shack and peeked inside...

There were three people inside.

According to his senses, only one of them had Qi Blood Power on par with his own.

The other two were about on par with Jiang Yuanfan, who had just broken through to the Blood Nourishing Realm.

Chu Fan hid at the side, not moving at all.

Killing these three was not difficult, but to do so without them making a sound was a bit tricky.

Once someone made a sound, people from the Iron Armor Sect would surely come over.

As one of the three major gangs, the Iron Armor Sect had many more experts than the White Tiger Gang.

He wasn’t afraid of the Iron Armor Sect; even if an Incense Master from the sect was here, he could still retreat unscathed.

But if that happened, the plan to wipe out the White Tiger Gang’s branch tonight would be completely ruined.

It would definitely turn into a chaotic brawl.

At that moment, voices drifted over from the direction of the Iron Armor Sect camp in the distance.

Chu Fan’s eyes flickered as a plan formed in his mind. He immediately used the mountain-like piles of logs for cover and crept toward the Iron Armor Sect’s camp.

When he returned, the Evil Ghost Mask on his face was gone.

He had also placed his bow and arrows on a woodpile near the main gate.

And he had swapped his Night Traveler’s Clothes for the brown martial attire of the Iron Armor Sect.

The chest of the attire was embroidered with a simple mountain pattern in iron thread, making it particularly conspicuous.

Chu Fan, carrying a Long Saber on his back, swaggered into the shack just like that.

Inside the shack, the three men’s faces were flushed from drinking.

"Who’re you... Ah! So it’s a brother from the Iron Armor Sect!"

The three men in the shack were slightly startled. They found the young man’s face unfamiliar, yet none of them dared to question his origins.

"Oh, having a drink, are we?"

Chu Fan smiled and walked over.

The three immediately made way, eagerly inviting him to sit and drink.

Even the one in the Bone Marrow Forging Realm, whose Qi Blood was the strongest, plastered on a fawning expression and rose to greet him.

Chu Fan smiled and walked over to the man in the Bone Marrow Forging Realm.

The next moment...

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Chu Fan’s hand became a blade, his palm wrapped in Sword Qi. He unleashed the fast moves of the Nine Blood Soul Blades, flashing across the three men’s necks like lightning!

Fresh blood spurted...

The three men clutched their necks with both hands, their eyes wide open. They wanted to make a sound but couldn’t, and slowly collapsed.

After dealing with these three, Chu Fan repeated the process and killed all the White Tiger Gang members in the other three shacks.

Zhao Tianxing, hiding at the main gate of the Firewood Market, couldn’t see what was happening inside the shacks, but he saw Chu Fan swagger in and then swagger out again. He was so excited that he clenched his fists, his whole body trembling!

’Old Chu is just too strong!’

’I have to work my ass off, or I’m afraid I’ll be left further and further in his dust!’

As Zhao Tianxing watched from the shadows, Chu Fan suddenly waved in his direction.

Zhao Tianxing was stunned and reluctantly retreated.

’Looks like Chu Fan is about to make a move on the people in the courtyard.’

’If the White Tiger Gang has any experts here, they must be in that courtyard!’

’Once a fight breaks out, it’ll be impossible to be as silent as before!’

’If we alert the Iron Armor Sect, it’ll be a huge problem...’

’Chu Fan probably wants to eliminate these guys and then retreat as fast as possible!’

Zhao Tianxing could only retreat, quietly jumping onto the roof of an earthen house to observe from a high point.

Just then, from the earthen house below his feet, the voices of a man and a woman drifted up...

The man said, "You be on top tonight..."

The woman said, "No, you be on top."

The man said, "Too lazy to move."

The woman said, "Then forget it, let’s sleep."

The man said, "Okay."

The earthen house immediately fell silent.

Zhao Tianxing was speechless.

’How can such lazy people exist in this world?!’

’If he hadn’t come for revenge tonight, he really would’ve gone down there to wake that couple up and make them "get to it."’

’Damn it. The killing intent I just managed to build up has been completely ruined by this couple.’

...

「At that moment.」

Chu Fan, like a cheetah, waited by the woodpile at the entrance of the courtyard, motionless.

These mountain-like woodpiles in the Firewood Market became the best barrier to hide his figure.

Outside, Zhao Tianxing was also motionless.

He had been a Hunter for many years. When he was hunting, he had often lain hidden in the grass, not making a sound even when bitten by mosquitoes and insects, just waiting for the prey to approach.

Time passed bit by bit...

But Chu Fan, hidden in the darkness, continued to wait for the right moment.

The voices in the courtyard suddenly quieted down, as if they had noticed something was wrong because they couldn’t hear any movement from the nearby shacks.

Not long after, two people came out of the courtyard and walked towards the shacks on either side.

Chu Fan’s feet barely touched the ground, as if performing Stepping on Snow Without Trace. He silently crept up behind the man on the right and, with a CRACK, snapped his neck.

He then quickened his pace, darting behind the man who was walking toward the shack on the left...

"Hm?"

The man heard the whisper of wind and immediately turned around.

"SHLICK!"

The thin clouds dispersed, and the light of the Blood Moon washed over the earth.

The man clutched his neck tightly and fell backward, but was caught by Chu Fan and dragged into a shadowy corner.

The people in the courtyard were completely unaware.

Under the light of the Blood Moon, the slaughter continued...