Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Two months later…

Five hundred miles away from Qingshan City, there is a big city called Fanyang City. This Fanyang City is bigger and more prosperous than Qingshan City.

Twenty miles outside the city, there is a huge manor. From a distance, the manor is huge and majestic. Rows of pavilions and towers stand in the manor. In a magnificent hall, a white-haired old man is sitting on the main seat. The old man has a square face, a wide mouth, white beard and white eyebrows. When he sits there, he exudes a huge momentum of a person who has been in a high position for a long time. There is a middle-aged Confucian scholar standing below him. At this time, the Confucian scholar is bowing to report something to the old man.

"Boss, the Tianlang Gang will attack soon. We need to prepare early. This time, the Tianlang Gang has colluded with more than a dozen small and medium-sized gangs. It can be seen that they want to take down our medicine gang in one fell swoop." The middle-aged Confucian scholar bowed and said.

"This is outrageous. It's simply too much. The Tianlang Gang robbed our territory. I didn't go to settle accounts with them, but they wanted to destroy us. Do they really think that I, Yang Wentian, am made of mud?" The white-haired old man shouted with his eyes fixed.

"Boss, the Tianlang Gang wouldn't do this just because of the small territory on the border. This time they sent troops here with great fanfare. I think the Tianlang Gang has a big plan." The middle-aged Confucian scholar continued.

"Mr. Shen is right. You are the think tank of my medicine gang. What do you think the Tianlang Gang is planning this time?" The old man looked at the Confucian scholar thoughtfully and asked.

"I don't know about this. I have sent people to inquire about it. So far, no suspicious points have been found. I only know that the leader of the Tianlang Gang, Lang Dabiao, has been very close to the leader of the Huoyun Gang, Fan Chengdong, in the past two years." The middle-aged Confucian scholar thought for a while and replied.

"What did you say? Lang Dabiao and Fan Chengdong are very close? This is troublesome. If the Tianlang Gang only teamed up with those small and medium-sized gangs, I really wouldn't be afraid of him, but the Huoyun Gang is also a first-class gang, and Fan Chengdong and Lang Dabiao are both top masters. What can we do?" The old man said with a bitter face.

"For now, we can only take it one step at a time. I think it's too late to ask for help from other gangs at this time. Besides, other gangs will not wade into this muddy water at this time." The middle-aged scholar frowned and said.

"It's come to this point, and it can only be done this way. Mr. Shen, you go and tell the nearby cities that all the affiliated forces of the Medicine Gang, all the masters above the third rate, come quickly to resist the enemy." The old man suddenly stood up and gave orders.

"Yes, I will do it right away." After the scholar said this, he bowed and retreated.

Seven days later…

Qingshan City, Huichuntang Pharmacy, Wu Fan was practicing, and heard Song Fei's voice outside: "Brother Xiaofan, come out quickly, Master asked us to go over."

"I know, I'll come out right away." Wu Fan had no choice but to end his practice. He was very curious about what happened. Now was not the day to go into the mountains, and Master would not summon him normally.

In the hall, Old Liu sat on the main seat, and Wu Fan and Song Fei stood beside him.

"This time I called you here for a big event. You should go back to your residence and pack up. We are going to go on a long journey to Fanyang City. I will tell you what it is on the way. Let's go back now. After packing up, meet at the gate." Old Liu said hurriedly and turned away.

Wu Fan and Song Fei looked at each other, with doubts in their eyes, and couldn't help but mutter in their hearts, what made Master so anxious, and then hurriedly replied: "Yes" and walked out immediately.

An hour later, more than 50 people had gathered at the gate, including Boss Hu, Xu Kun, Chen Peng and others.

Boss Liu shouted, "Let's go!"

More than 50 people got on their horses in an orderly manner, and then rushed out of the city in a mighty manner.

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Three days later...

Outside Fanyang City, at the headquarters of the Medicine Gang, more than 30 people were standing in the hall at this time. The gang leader Yang Wentian sat in the main seat. He looked at the quarreling gang members below, frowned and shouted, "Okay, stop quarreling."

Everyone stopped quarreling immediately, and then looked at the gang leader in unison, and the hall became quiet instantly.

"Mr. Shen, please talk first!" Yang Wentian turned his head and looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar and asked.

"To the gang leader, our Medicine Gang is currently surrounded by the Tianlang Gang and more than a dozen gangs. The other side has about 1,200 people. Our Medicine Gang currently has only 700 people gathered here. Now the situation is serious. Please make the decision, gang leader." Mr. Shen said with a fist.

"Are there any people from the Fire Cloud Gang?" Yang Wentian asked, looking at Mr. Shen.

"No one from the Fire Cloud Gang has been found yet." Mr. Shen continued to reply.

When Yang Wentian heard this, his heart relaxed and his face was no longer as ugly as before.

"As long as the Fire Cloud Gang can't come, with our current manpower, geographical environment, and traps, we should be able to fight for a while. Now we can only delay time and wait for the arrival of reinforcements." Yang Wentian sighed and said.

"That's the only way." Mr. Shen said and stood there with his eyes closed.

Yang Wentian glanced at the more than 30 people below and said, "You lead your men to stand by. When the enemy attacks, I will deal with the leader of the Tianlang Gang myself. You just need to defend your position and don't let the enemy break through the defense line and attack."

The more than 30 people below clasped their hands and said yes at the same time.

An hour later...

At the foot of the mountain outside the Medicine Gang headquarters, there were densely packed figures in front of them, wearing various clothes, holding swords, all staring at the direction of the villa.

And near the villa, there were also hundreds of people standing, these people also holding weapons, staring at the crowd in the distance below.

At this time, the crowd dispersed and several figures walked out. One of them was Yang Wentian himself. He looked at the crowd below and suddenly shouted: "Lang Dabiao, what do you mean by coming here today?"

"Haha, old man Yang, you finally came out. I don't mean anything. I just took a fancy to your territory. I wonder if you can give it up?" A laugh came from the opposite mountain. It was the leader of the Tianlang Gang, Lang Dabiao himself.

"Which place on the border did you take a fancy to? We can sit down and talk about it. Why make such a big fuss?" Yang Wentian asked with a frown.

The crowd on the opposite side and below dispersed, and a middle-aged man with broad shoulders and a strong waist walked out. He had triangular eyes, a beard, and a three-inch long scar on his face. He held a big knife in his hand and looked up at Yang Wentian.