Chapter 585: Causality Resolved

Wu Pifu didn't intend to humiliate Ouyang Feng.

Although he was known as the Western Poison, whether in the book or in Wu Pifu's sensing, Ouyang Feng was indeed ruthless. However, he also had some Grandmaster demeanor. Whether it was for his status or something else, he rarely attacked ordinary people. Of course, he had also committed countless slaughters and robberies at the White Camel Mountain Villa in the Western Regions.

In Wu Pifu's emotional sensing, these emotions of Ouyang Feng were revealed, but there was no such intention of abusing ordinary people. From this point of view, Ouyang Feng was at least a human, much stronger than his son Ouyang Ke, and could at most be considered a villain who was about to stop being human.

Given this, Wu Pifu gave Ouyang Feng enough etiquette. With a relaxation of internal energy, Ouyang Feng finally landed. Wu Pifu said to Ouyang Feng, who was standing on the street from the high floor of the restaurant, "I didn't intend to make a move, but your son was too jumpy and ran in front of me, and even wanted to move against my companion. If I weren't there, my companion would have suffered a poisonous hand. This is the first point. The second point is that I owe someone causality. Even if he doesn't know it himself, deceiving people is not deceiving the heart. If you owe causality, you owe it. So... one move. Ouyang Feng, you are a Grandmaster of this world. I will only make one move. It is not to humiliate you, but to give you the greatest respect for your status."

Ouyang Feng did not even say a single harsh word, nor did he say anything that the status of one of the Five Greats should dictate. As Wu Pifu's voice fell, his entire person had already streaked away into the distance like lightning. His internal energy had erupted to the limit, and his movement technique was displayed to an extraordinary degree. It looked quite strange—a stop-and-jump motion—but the speed was astonishing. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed several buildings, and it looked as if he was about to run out of this street.

Just at this moment, Guo Jing, who had suffered internal injuries, couldn't help but shout, "Senior, Western Poison Ouyang Feng is running away!"

When this was said, Qiu Chuji and others, who were stunned, were immediately shocked and blocked Guo Jing behind them, each looking alert and nervous. On the contrary, Guo Jing was ignorant and just looked at Wu Pifu foolishly.

Wu Pifu smiled at Guo Jing, then turned to look into the distance. At this moment, Ouyang Feng could no longer be seen from the Zuixian Restaurant. He didn't care, but picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip. Huang Rong immediately poured it full for him. Only then did Wu Pifu raise his hand into a palm again.

It wasn't that he was deliberately showing off, but he wanted to let Ouyang Feng go to an empty place, because he was really afraid that the power would be too great and hurt the innocent.

At this moment, he was about to strike with his palm, but thinking of Guo Jing, and then thinking of the Mu Nianci they mentioned just now, and thinking of the child who would be born in the future, his heart softened, so he turned his palm into a finger and just recited: "Two tigers, two tigers, running fast, running fast..."

Between the recitation, he pointed with one finger.

Everyone on the floor: "?"

But with one finger in the air, a sharp explosion suddenly erupted. Everyone on the scene subconsciously covered their ears. Looking again, they saw a visible trajectory line of air distortion from Wu Pifu's finger reaching the distance, spanning several thousand meters.

And several thousand meters away, Ouyang Feng was still running frantically.

He had already ignored his own son, Ouyang Ke. Now his whole mind was filled with the scene of Wu Pifu reaching out and capturing him.

This kind of god-like and demon-like martial arts was simply unheard of. He couldn't even think of it.

As one of the Five Greats of the world, Ouyang Feng was also familiar with all kinds of martial arts, including the martial arts paths of the other four Greats, including various secret manuals, and even various peerless experts and martial arts rumors that had appeared in the past.

But thinking about all this, Ouyang Feng didn't think of any existence similar to Wu Pifu at all.

It was rumored that during the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a Beggar Sect leader in the Central Plains martial arts world who was more powerful than the current Northern Beggar Hong Qigong of the Five Greats. Besides the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms, there was also the Dragon-Capturing Skill that was said to have been lost. But that was only capturing weapons within a few meters. At the same time, the Shaolin Temple in the Northern Song Dynasty was said to have produced a martial arts myth with a three-foot passive air wall. This was already a martial arts myth.

Who the fuck captures someone from more than a thousand meters away with one lift of the hand?

This is simply not martial arts, okay!?

Suddenly at this moment, Ouyang Feng's whole body tightened, and an incomparably strong aura descended. He instinctively lay down on the ground, his lungs breathing violently, and then exhaled all his breath, lying on the ground like a toad. With a sharp explosion, he roared and exploded, the ground cracked, and he pushed out with both palms, unleashing all his internal energy.

Let alone ordinary people, even martial arts experts who were not Five Greats would have to avoid his edge here. Ouyang Feng's Toad Skill was a unique skill in the martial arts world, and its explosive power could be called unparalleled. But at this moment, his full-power eruption was easily broken by a finger force spanning several thousand meters. For a time, his palms leaked energy, and his whole person flipped toward the ground, while that finger force landed on his brow without any error. With a *bang*, Ouyang Feng was thrown dozens of meters away.

After a while, Ouyang Feng turned over and got up, but his eyes were full of confusion, and his movements were dull and crazy.

"... Toad, good toad..."

"Who am I?"

"Right, my son was killed, I want to find the enemy..."

"Who is my son?"

"Who is my enemy?"

Ouyang Feng muttered madly for a long time, then jumped away...

After striking with one finger, Wu Pifu shook his head slightly and looked at the crowd.

Both camps were frightened. Wu Pifu didn't care and walked directly to Guo Jing, smiling at Guo Jing, "You are not afraid of me?"

Guo Jing's masters and Qiu Chuji were nervous, but they didn't dare to make a move at all.

If facing a strong enemy, they would dare to pick up weapons to resist, because this is called courage. But picking up weapons to face the god-like and demon-like person before them was meaningless, which was not called courage, but arrogance.

However, fortunately, Wu Pifu didn't seem to have any malice toward Guo Jing, and Guo Jing said foolishly, "Why should I be afraid of you?"

"Good."

Wu Pifu smiled and walked to Guo Jing, staring at this young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Thinking of his actions in the book, especially his heroic death with the city in the end, he sighed, "Truly a good child

Having finished speaking, Wu Pifu reached out and pressed his hand onto the top of Guo Jing's head.

Guo Jing was stunned. He wanted to dodge, but he couldn't even move. Wu Pifu had already pressed his hand onto the top of his head. In just the blink of an eye, Guo Jing's eyes fell into a daze, and immediately after, his entire body began to turn red, and steam began to rise from his pores.

Wu Pifu transmitted the essentials, moves, and techniques of the "Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms" entirely to Guo Jing through his sea of consciousness. He was now capable of such direct empowerment, and that wasn't even all—he also transmitted the contents of the Immortal Martial Dao along with it. However, to avoid Guo Jing being too honest and accidentally leaking the mysteries of the Immortal Martial Dao, triggering a so-called martial arts catastrophe in this world, he simply transmitted information akin to muscle memory, allowing Guo Jing's body to instinctively operate the Immortal Martial Dao.

Given Guo Jing's intelligence, he would likely only be able to grasp it intuitively without being able to put it into words, which would prevent it from being leaked to outsiders.

Once all this was done, Wu Pifu released his hand and let Guo Jing collapse softly to the ground, then he laughed aloud: "The karmic debt is settled. Everyone, farewell for now."

After speaking, Wu Pifu left a piece of gold on the tabletop, supported Huang Rong, and stepped out of the restaurant in a single stride. He stepped onto the air as if stepping on solid ground, then walked step by step into mid-air, and in an instant, he reached the edge of the sky.

The crowd rushed to the broken wall to look out, only to see a black dot at the horizon, which vanished in an instant.

"An immortal, an immortal is before us!!" Liang Ziweng, from the Prince's estate, suddenly roared loudly. While roaring, he tore his own sleeves, his gaze burning as he looked at Guo Jing.

Guo Jing had already awakened by this time. He was dazed and didn't know what had just happened, only feeling that the man's posture of walking on air was truly impressive.

He asked his three masters blankly: "Master, can you fly like that once you've learned light-body techniques?"

The three members of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan were speechless. Qiu Chuji looked at the sky and said blankly: "Are there truly immortals? Are there truly immortals??"

At this moment, Ke Zhen'e heard Zhu Cong recount everything that had just happened, especially that the man had carried someone and walked on air... not a metaphorical walking on air. He was silent for a long while, then asked Guo Jing: "Jing'er, you... did you feel anything?"

When that god-like and demon-like man left, he had touched the top of Guo Jing's head. Everyone present had heard stories of immortals; they had all heard of the saying, "The immortal touches my crown, tying my hair to grant eternal life." Thus, everyone looked at Guo Jing with burning eyes.

Guo Jing remained ignorant. He scratched his head: "Feel what? But my body is so hot..."

"The immortal fate is mine!"

Liang Ziweng suddenly erupted, his eyes bloodshot. Because of the sudden eruption, others were caught off guard, and they saw his palms had already reached Guo Jing's face.

Guo Jing was panicked in his heart. His palms subconsciously drew a semicircle and struck forward. This was his muscle memory...

Boom!

A massive explosion rang out, and a faintly visible dragon-shaped Qi energy appeared. This palm was so familiar that Qiu Chuji almost shouted out its name. Most importantly, this power...

Liang Ziweng was struck into a pulp by a single palm. The massive palm power erupted and slammed into the other wall, blasting it to pieces.

Everyone remaining was stunned, ignorant, disbelieving, and dazed...

Guo Jing clutched his palm and said: "I didn't hit him; he rushed onto my palm himself. I really didn't hit him! If you don't believe me, look!"

As he spoke, to prove his "innocence," Guo Jing again drew a semicircle with one hand and struck another intact wall from several meters away. With a bang, this time the dragon-shaped Qi energy was truly visible to the naked eye, and that wall indeed exploded with a roar. The entire top floor of the building looked as if it were about to collapse.

Guo Jing gripped his palm tightly, and with an expression on the verge of tears, he said to his three masters and Qiu Chuji: "It wasn't me, I don't know, I don't know..."

Then he turned his palm toward Yang Kang, who had deliberately befriended him some time ago: "Brother Yang, believe me, it really wasn't me. If you don't believe me, look at this palm..."

Yang Kang knelt down with a thud and shouted loudly: "Brother Guo, I've figured it out! I will immediately take Mu Nianci back to my hometown to observe mourning for my parents. I've figured it out!!"

Although Guo Jing was happy in his heart, he still didn't know what had happened to him at this moment. Anxious, he held his palm out toward the short, fat man: "Village Chief Peng, you know my strength; this isn't..."

Peng Lianhu didn't say a word, likewise knelt down with a thud, and likewise shouted loudly: "Hero Guo, I've figured it out..."

On the other side, tens of thousands of meters away, Wu Pifu was still walking on air. He laughed heartily, laughing until Huang Rong in his arms was baffled.

(End of chapter)