Chapter 1398: The Real and Fake Steward (Part 2)

"Steward of Master Yang? Which Master Yang?"

Master Zhan was stunned.

"Naturally, it's Master Yang Xuan!" said the elder.

His mouth twitched, and Master Zhan froze.

Just as one steward of Master Yang appeared, now another one shows up... This is too much!

Since when did stewards of someone like Master Yang become as common as cabbages, one after another, worthless?

"What the hell is going on?" Unable to hold back any longer, he transmitted a message.

What are they playing at?

This is the Holy Son Hall, not a Master Yang's Steward Identification Meeting. One after another showing up... I'm so tired!

"I don't know either. The message my student just sent me..." The elder paused: "It seems... you might know this person too..."

"I know him?"

Master Zhan was taken aback, his eyes full of confusion.

Although he had heard many things about Master Yang, he had never seen him in person and wasn't familiar with him. Just like this Steward Sun before him, whom he had never met... Now another one appears, and he supposedly knows him? Who could it be?

"Well, Hall Master, do you still remember the name Hu Yiwei?" The elder lowered his voice.

"You mean... the Thousand-Handed Poison King, Hu Yiwei?" His eyelids twitched, and Master Zhan clenched his fists.

"Exactly, it's him!"

The elder nodded solemnly.

"The Poison Hall headquarters has two protectors, four venerables, twelve poison kings, and seventy-two first-class branch hall masters... Hu Yiwei is the highest-ranking left protector, as famous as the right protector Shen Que. His poison skills are unparalleled in the world!"

Recalling this man's many deeds, Master Zhan's gaze turned grave: "It is said that his understanding of poison has reached an unfathomable realm. He can even plant fetal poison in an unborn child, causing it to be afflicted by poison from birth without dying easily... His methods are so bizarre and intricate that even nine-star physicians find them troublesome and have no solution!"

"Yes, back then he committed all kinds of atrocities, spreading poison everywhere, forcing the Master Teacher Pavilion headquarters to launch a manhunt. Hall Master, you seemed to have participated in that campaign..."

The elder looked at him.

"Yes, I took part in that siege. The headquarters, along with the Holy Son Hall and the War Master Hall, dispatched a total of nine Saint Realm Level 9 super-strong experts. We surrounded him in an ancient city, thinking we had set an inescapable net. But... that guy used poison to break through our defenses. Six Saint Realm Level 9 experts died on the spot. I was lucky to survive..."

Recalling that incident, hatred flowed in Master Zhan's eyes, and it seemed he still couldn't calm down: "But because of that, I was severely poisoned. For over twenty years, my cultivation hasn't improved, and I've been stuck at the early stage of Saint Realm Level 9..."

"The Master Teacher Pavilion organized several more sieges, but none succeeded. However, two months later, this Thousand-Handed Poison King vanished without a trace, and there was no more news. I heard... he encountered Master Yang, who subdued him and took him as a servant."

The elder said.

These were secrets from over twenty years ago, too significant to be known without personal involvement.

"Yes, I've heard about that too! Master Yang's strength is unfathomable. If he acted, even Hu Yiwei, no matter how strong, would be subdued. If this person is really him... then the rumors must be true!"

Although he harbored hatred, knowing that this Poison King had become Master Yang's servant and revenge was impossible, Master Zhan suppressed his resentment.

Master teachers are not murderers. Although this Thousand-Handed Poison King had committed many evils, if he could be reformed and contribute to humanity, keeping him alive would be far more beneficial than killing him.

At that time, this matter caused quite a stir within a small circle, but since it involved Master Yang, the truth of the news couldn't be verified, and it eventually fizzled out.

Unexpectedly... it turned out to be true!

"Yes..." The elder paused: "Should we let him in?"

"Since he is Master Yang's steward, he must know Steward Sun. Let them communicate, and we can learn about Master Yang's recent situation!"

Master Zhan nodded.

Only a super-strong expert like Master Yang could completely suppress such a fearsome villain, leaving him unable to resist. If it really was him, his identity as a steward was beyond doubt and required no further investigation.

This Steward Sun had just been confirmed. Since both were stewards of Master Yang, they might have known each other before.

"Alright!"

The elder nodded, turned, and walked out. Before long, an old man followed him in.

The man wore a gray robe, with thick black eyebrows and gloomy eyes that revealed no emotion.

His cultivation was concealed within his body, making it impossible to gauge his depth. However, based on Master Zhan's description, he was likely no lower than Saint Realm Level 9.

"Zhan Tiancheng, we meet again..."

Approaching, Hu Yiwei smiled faintly.

"Indeed, we meet again..."

His eyes narrowed, Master Zhan suppressed his anger.

"Don't be angry. At that time, I was the left protector of the Poison Hall, hunted by your Master Teacher Pavilion. We were enemies, so trying to kill you was justified. But now, I have acknowledged Master Yang as my master and become his servant. We are now friends. There's no reason for you to attack me anymore!"

Hu Yiwei said.

"Indeed, no reason!"

Master Zhan shook his head and flicked his sleeve: "What do you want from me? If nothing, please leave!"

"Don't be so quick to show me out. Take a look at this, and your attitude might change!"

Hu Yiwei flicked his finger, and a jade bottle flew over.

Master Zhan caught it casually, gently uncorked it, and his pupils suddenly contracted: "This is... the antidote to the poison in my body?"

Over twenty years ago, he had been severely poisoned. He had sought countless physicians but none could cure him, and his cultivation had stagnated. That was why he harbored anger toward this man. Unexpectedly, the other had brought the antidote.

"Yes, my master ordered me to neutralize all the poisons I had spread over the years. Although the poison in you is not severe, it was still my fault in the past, so naturally, I must make amends!"

Hu Yiwei explained.

"Thank Master Yang for me..."

At his level of master teacher, he could tell at a glance whether the antidote was genuine. Master Zhan was deeply moved. He flipped his wrist and stored the bottle in his ring. Remembering something, he introduced: "Oh, by the way, let me introduce you. This is also Master Yang's servant, Sun Qiang, Steward Sun!"

"Steward Sun, this is Hu Yiwei, also Master Yang's servant and concurrently his steward... I assume you two know each other!"

"Master Yang's servant?"

Hu Yiwei frowned: "Master Yang only has one steward, me. How could there be another servant?"

While he was puzzled, Steward Sun, upon hearing the introduction, turned his head, frowned, and showed strong displeasure.

"Little Zhan, are you saying he is also the master's steward? What a joke!"

Then, looking at Hu Yiwei before him, he raised his eyebrows: "How dare you impersonate the master's steward! You've got some nerve! Men, seize him!"