Chapter 170: with translation of chapter title

Feng Yi just made a move; it looked simple, but he had already exerted all his strength, yet seeing Xu Chongxiao, Tan Gong, and Tan Po actually unharmed, he felt somewhat disappointed; if placed in his former prime, these few would certainly have vomited blood.

However, the Elders of the Beggars' Sect are all renowned masters of many years, each possessing unique accomplishments in martial arts, yet they were easily defeated by Feng Yi; his martial prowess and exquisite technique surpass even Qiao Feng's display at the Xingzi Lin when he subdued Bao Tong and Feng Bo'e, making it hard to imagine. His strength truly shocks the world and defies convention.

Yet he claims this is merely superficial skill; does that not mean they are not even as good as superficial skill?

The Beggars' Sect's transmission and law enforcement elders did not intervene; they were all extremely embarrassed.

Wu Changfeng's face turned purple with rage as he shouted, 'Surname Feng, you are bullying too much!' He brandished his ghost-head blade, ready to attack again.

Suddenly a gray shadow flickered, already blocked by Qiao Feng stepping sideways; Elder Wu exclaimed angrily, 'How...?'

Qiao Feng gave a bitter smile: 'Brother Wu, few in the world can retreat unharmed after Sir Feng's strike.'

He knew Wu Changfeng was straightforward, so he wanted to protect him a bit; otherwise, going up would only result in being knocked down by Feng Yi's palm, which would be unsightly.

Wu Changfeng immediately froze, his face showing a strange expression.

Just now Feng Yi had struck down Elders Xi and Chen, but he and Elder Song had not; yet he couldn't help thinking that once Qiao Feng left, the sect would face a strong foe with no one able to stop it, and he let out a long sigh, saying nothing more.

Quan Guanqing was seized by Feng Yi; this embarrassed appearance, seen by others, caused him unspeakable bitterness, yet he forced composure, giving a slight smile: 'Gentlemen, look—this Feng uses martial might to intimidate; my skills are lacking, yet I am the first to refuse to submit to him.'

Feng Yi also smiled and said: 'You must be thinking that, with all these heroes gathered, if I killed you I would feel guilty as a thief, becoming a public enemy of the martial world like Qiao Feng, from whom there is no escape; I would not feel at ease either way.'

Having his thoughts laid bare by him, Quan Guanqing gave a snort and coldly said: 'If you want to kill me, kill me; I, Quan Guanqing, am not afraid of you!'

Before he finished speaking, amid the astonished gazes of the crowd, 'Pa-pa,' Feng Yi raised his right hand and slapped Quan Guanqing's cheek; the second slap was even stronger, causing him to spin on the spot and fall a zhang away.

Feng Yi is ruthless and vicious; regretting that he had not yet disciplined Yun Zhonghe, and moreover he harbors deep hatred for scum like Quan Guanqing, but now is not the time to kill him, yet he cannot let him off easy.

Quan Guanqing fell to the ground, vomiting a mouthful of blood mixed with several teeth, seeing stars, his face swelling like a pig's head—no bearing of the 'Ten Talents Scholar' at all.

The Beggars' Sect's transmission elder Lu Zhang stepped forward and declared solemnly: 'Feng Yi, are you seeking to become an enemy of my Beggars' Sect?'

Hearing this, Feng Yi frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then said: 'As far as I know, Quan Guanqing was once expelled from the Beggars' Sect by Chief Qiao; although Qiao Feng is no longer the sect chief, at the time the order was issued he still was the chief, Elder Bai—is that not so?'

Lu Zhang and the law enforcement elder Bai Shijing exchanged a glance.

Bai Shijing nodded and said: 'Correct!'

Feng Yi glanced around the crowd and said slowly: 'If so, your sect now has no chief; Quan Guanqing has not been reinstated—what kind of Beggars' Sect disciple is he?'

Faced with such a sneaky, backstabbing, troublemaking villain, I, Feng Yi, have practiced martial arts for over ten years—am I to let him chatter on?

The Beggars' Sect members all opened their mouths wide, unable to speak.

Quan Guanqing first instigated a rebellion at the Xingzi Lin, was suppressed by Qiao Feng, and expelled from the sect.

However, later Qiao Feng's various atrocities were exposed to the world, and the Beggars' Sect members deemed them false pretenses, not to be counted; yet Quan Guanqing's return to the sect lacked proper rites, ultimately making it improper.

Sects always emphasize rites when dealing with their own disciples.

One could also say it is a matter of rules.

It is not merely a case of superiors killing inferiors with a simple remark; even framing someone requires a procedure.

Otherwise, the people will not be convinced, and the troop will be hard to lead.

Quan Guanqing now recalled the disgraceful scene of that day when he expelled Qiao Feng from the sect, witnessed by others; thereafter, aspiring to become the Beggars' Sect chief would never win people's trust.

Today, again before the heroes of the world, he suffered such humiliation; even if he does not die, the chief's position is already beyond his reach.

Where in the world is there a Beggars' Sect chief who gets slapped in the face?

Quan Guanqing's facial muscles twitched a few times, then he suddenly let out a sinister chuckle: 'Excellent, excellent; Qiao Feng has a formidable friend like you—what could he not accomplish?'

What would he dare not do?

Whether I, Quan Guanqing, am a Beggars' Sect disciple or not, you, Feng Yi, can turn black and white, bully the weak with strength, silence witnesses—anyway, the heroes of the world see it all; I, Quan Guanqing, die without regret!

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gazes to Feng Yi and Qiao Feng, their hearts startled.

Qiao Feng's heroic spirit soared to the heavens, Feng Yi's bearing was extraordinary; everyone thought similarly: 'If these two truly befriended each other, it would not be a bad tale in the martial world.'

Yet with this thought came a chill: if they joined forces, who knows how many among the heroes would end up shedding blood on the spot.

At this moment a woman's voice rang out loudly: 'Sir Feng, since you claim the chief is sowing discord, does that not mean you and Qiao Feng are not allies?'

The remark came suddenly, soft and clear; Feng Yi's gaze shifted, and he saw a woman dressed entirely in white mourning cloth emerge from the Beggars' Sect crowd—none other than the widow of Ma Dayuan, Lady Ma.

As the saying goes, a woman should be pretty even in mourning attire; Feng Yi, by nature lustful, was stirred by her alluring gestures, but thinking she had been ridden by many and even an old man, he cleared his mind with an internal energy shift and said: 'Lady Ma, tell me, should slander be punished?'

Only hearing Lady Ma coldly say: 'Qiao Feng once held the position of chief of the world's greatest gang; his status was most exalted.'

The chief risked his life, bravely uncovered Qiao Feng's origins, dared to expose the plot that killed her late husband; this not only rendered great service to the Beggars' Sect, but also prevented the martial world from being deceived by Qiao Feng any further.

I am a weak woman, not versed in great principles, but in the martial world everyone regards Qiao Feng as a mortal enemy and wishes to kill him swiftly.

You showing favor to him is bad enough, yet you claim the chief slandered you and is not a Beggars' Sect disciple; but treating him thus before the heroes of the world, where have you placed the hosts of this heroes' gathering, the Divine Physician Xue and the Twin Heroes You?

Or do you, Feng Yi, feel that joining forces with Qiao Feng means you simply disregard them and the world's heroes?

Kang Min, deeply scheming and adept at pretense, adopted a frail maiden's demeanor; the crowd showed approval, shouting: 'What Lady Ma says… Qiao Feng harmed her brother… that is a beast…'

Qiao Feng's martial arts are peerless, his fame long-established, like the midday sun,

and as chief of the Beggars' Sect, his conduct has been decisive; though his reputation is high, he has also made many enemies.

Thus, when Qiao Feng's ill fame clung to him, there was a tendency for everyone to topple the wall together.

Because masters like Qiao Feng and Feng Yi are actually disliked by martial artists.

After all, who among the great figures going out is not a master?

The Qingcheng and Penglai sects came mightily to seek revenge on Murong Fu, but were casually dispatched by Bao Tong; as a result he could not even defeat a Beggars' Sect elder, while Qiao Feng, with a single move, instantly seized Bao Tong and Feng Bo'e.

Such a heaven-and-earth gap inspires admiration, yet also envy, jealousy, and panic.

Thus, whether killing Qiao Feng or Feng Yi, they are actually sacrifices to humanity's evil nature; hence the cries rise and fall.

Many do not speak it aloud, yet in their hearts they secretly nod.

The Divine Physician Xue and the Twin Heroes You also feel they have lost great face.

Qiao Feng also felt the remark was reasonable and well-founded, truly impressive; for the first time he lifted his gaze to stare directly at Lady Ma, seeing her brows and eyes clear and lovely, her features quite beautiful, with a hint of natural charm at the corners of her eyes and brows.

Qiao Feng had seen Lady Ma in the Xingzi Lin before, but that night the torches' light flickered uncertainly; only now could he clearly see her visage. He did not expect such a formidable woman to appear so delicate and charming.

Feng Yi gave a cold snort and said: 'Lady Ma, I know your prowess. Do not look at your soft and weak, light-as-air appearance—yet you make heroes lose their minds over trifles, and even if they die they must bear an infamous reputation.'

Madam Ma stared with wide eyes and said, "Master Feng, from today on your name will surely spread throughout the martial world; saying such things before me, a widow, don't you feel it's impolite?"

"Impolite?" Feng Yi smiled faintly: "I..." He loved to sweet‑talk pretty women, but thinking today was his day to make a name, his heart tightened and the teasing words on his lips died away.

Madam Ma said sternly, "My late husband died at Qiao Feng's hands; the evidence is solid, no need to doubt."

You're on good terms with Qiao Feng, and you rely on your high martial skill to twist logic—why not kill me, this weak woman?

Qiao Feng flared up and shouted, "Madam Ma, I first met Brother Feng just now—you're the one twisting logic and framing an innocent person!"

Madam Ma coldly snorted, "Someone can deny what happened right before everyone's eyes and insist to the death—what's that if not twisting logic?"

Everyone nodded in agreement; Qiao Feng had just said he didn't know Murong Fu, yet the Beggars' Sect members all said they were rescued by Feng Yi and Murong Fu.

Qiao Feng was momentarily speechless.

Quan Guanqing sneered, "Qiao Feng and Murong Fu are in league, having killed Deputy Chief Ma; Feng Yi's martial arts are so high yet he has no reputation—I think he's a fake, likely Murong Fu of Gusu in disguise!"

As his words fell, a buzz rose; the surrounding discussion erupted in unison: "That makes sense!"

Although the Gusu Murong clan is famous worldwide, they also have enemies everywhere; Feng Yi's martial arts are so high yet his name is unheard of in the jianghu—perhaps 'Feng Yi' really is an alias of Murong Fu.

A hint of a sinister smile flickered at the corner of Quan Guanqing's mouth,

He knew full well that Murong Fu of Gusu also had enemies everywhere; setting aside other matters, just the death of the Shaolin senior master Xuánbēi Dàshī would not leave Xuánnán and Xuánjì indifferent.

But if it isn't Murong Fu, then let someone tear off the disguise.

How could a person like Feng Yi tolerate this happening?

He believed that Feng Yi's only way to prove himself at this moment was to show contempt for Murong Fu.

Because everyone understands, no one would use a false name and ruin their proper reputation.

But with so many people present today, if word spreads, given Murong Fu's prestige, how could he let Feng Yi off the hook?

Qiao Feng also widened his eyes, staring at Feng Yi, his mind momentarily unable to catch up.

A Zhu's clear eyes also fixed on Feng Yi without blinking. She knows disguise techniques, so the Young Master naturally does as well.

Seeing Feng Yi's cheeks flush with a deep blood-red hue, a faint cold light flickering in his eyes, and a sharp killing intent showing in his brows and eye corners, his heart jumped as he thought: "He is not the Young Master; the Young Master is gentle and elegant, like a phoenix, without this heavy hostility, and even if he could disguise himself, this complexion cannot be changed." Finding it funny, he let out a snicker.

Seeing her laugh, Qiao Feng suddenly recalled the matter at hand and let out a long, resonant whistle, mighty and prolonged, like ten thousand troops marching to battle, suppressing all the discussion in the field.

The heroes, shocked, stared intensely at Qiao Feng, and one after another drew their weapons.

A dense array of cold light dazzled the eyes, showing endless varieties of long blades, short swords, double axes, and single whips. Then shouts rose from the high places, and many people appeared on the eaves and corners, also wielding weapons, guarding every key point.

Although Qiao Feng had seen many large battles, he usually led the Beggars' Sect against the enemy, with his side always outnumbering the foe; never before had he been alone surrounded while carrying a severely wounded girl, with no idea how to break out, not the slightest calculation, and his heart couldn't help but feel anxious.

A Zhu was even more frightened, she wailed and cried out: "Uncle Qiao, you should go first yourself, don't worry about me! They have no grudge against me, they won't harm me."

Qiao Feng thought: "Not bad, these people are all righteous heroes; they would surely not harm her without cause. I had better leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible."

But then he thought: "A true man who saves others must see it through. Divine Doctor Xue has not yet agreed to treat her wounds; I don't know if she will live or die. How could I, Qiao Feng, cling to life and fear death and just run away?"

Upon thinking this, his heroic spirit arose, and he let out a long laugh: "Gentlemen, isn't today's gathering all for Qiao Feng? How could the Qiao family not know?"

But then Quan Guanqing coldly chuckled: "Southern Murong, Northern Qiao Feng, good, good, joining forces to oppose the heroes of the world—truly a fine tale in the martial world..."

Before his words finished, a slap sounded, and Feng Yi struck him again across the face.

Feng Yi loudly said: "Quan Guanqing, your broken mouth is truly annoying! Today I will tell you, Murong Fu is not yet worthy for me, Feng Yi, to bask in his glory—are you satisfied?"

Could he fail to hear Quan Guanqing's plot?

Although he didn't regard the Murong family highly, he had to admit that Quan Guanqing was truly formidable.

A few words were enough for him to make an enemy for himself.

No wonder the wise and brave Qiao Feng, in his hands, suffered a crushing defeat; if not for his martial arts far surpassing the opponent's, the Apricot Forest would have been his burial place.

Upon hearing this, everyone instantly agreed that Feng Yi was not Murong Fu, for if he were Murong Fu, he would never belittle Murong Fu's name.

Just as Murong Fu, when posing as the Western Xia warrior Li Yanzong, constantly praised Murong Fu in his words. Quan Guanqing snorted and said: "You can't blame my petty mind entirely; it's simply that your reputation does not match your martial prowess."

Feng Yi laughed and said: "As the saying goes, 'A dead duck's mouth is hard, a man-eater's mouth is soft.' Hehe..." He bent down, leaned close to his ear, and whispered softly: "Old bastard, do you know what is meant by 'family disgrace should not be aired abroad'? What is meant by 'the vast heavenly numbers cannot be escaped'?"

"You not only slept with a beauty, but also aspired to sit as the Beggars' Sect chief—truly, when fortune comes, one's spirit soars. I, Feng, congratulate you here; you'd better take good care of yourself."

"Think more about those conspiracies and schemes; next time we meet, you won't have such good luck!"

These words passed in a flash, yet each word struck like thunderclap; Quan Guanqing was already greatly startled and lost his color.

Feng Yi gave a cold snort, lifted him up, and slammed him heavily to the ground.

With a thud, Quan Guanqing was thrown into disarray, his breath cut off directly.

Divine Doctor Xue shouted: "Take him down!" Already, disciples of the Zhu Xian Manor rushed forward and lifted Quan Guanqing away.

Feng Yi thought: "After today passes, Quan Guanqing, I will make you regret coming into this world."

Just now, in his anger, he had wanted to directly expose the plot of Quan Guanqing and the others, but thinking that such a person as Quan Guanqing was insignificant. However, the heroes knew that because of a woman who is utterly promiscuous, so many disputes have arisen, staining the Beggars' Sect's reputation as infamous. That is even more stimulating than the Shaolin monk Xuan Ci having a son.

He had received the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms from Hong Qigong, passed down wholeheartedly; the Beggars' Sect also had hundreds of heroes who followed him, shedding blood on the Mongolian lands, sharing both affection and heroic spirit; thus such a scandal should not be revealed to outsiders before, which is why he forcibly suppressed the thought.

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But also fearing that Quan Guanqing would continue to stir trouble and cause unnecessary problems, they could only knock him unconscious, and when there were no outsiders around, they would properly deal with him.

Divine Doctor Xue frowned and asked: "Master Feng, have you come to make things difficult for me?"

As the initiator of the Heroes' Assembly, he was somewhat annoyed by Feng Yi's actions.

Feng Yi, however, pondered and did not answer.

Divine Doctor Xue again said: "What are you doing here? Are you coming to lend a hand to Qiao Feng?"

"Lend a hand?" Feng Yi flashed a crescent-moon-like smile at the corner of his mouth, shook his head, and said: "Divine Doctor Xue, it seems my good intentions are completely lost on you!"

Divine Doctor Xue stroked his beard and said: "Please instruct me!"

Feng Yi said: "Quan Guanqing falsely accuses me of being Murong Fu, hehe. If I were Murong Fu, many heroes here would have grudges against him, and we would have to fight to the death."

"If I am not Murong Fu, then either I would let you pinch my face, or, as I just did, I would show contempt for Murong Fu to prove myself."

"Given Murong Fu's reputation and temperament, how could he not bear a grudge against me? Obviously his heart deserves punishment!"

"Everyone, think carefully: a villain like Quan Guanqing actually being the first to accuse in the Qiao Feng incident—whether there is some hidden motive, everyone can ponder for themselves!"

Upon hearing this, everyone erupted in an uproar; the Divine Doctor Xue and the Twin Heroes of the You clan exchanged a glance and said, "You say that—do you have any proof?"

Feng Yi shook his head and said: "You only know that the Khitan and Western Xia eye our Great Song with hostility, but between the White Mountains and Black Waters a Jurchen tribe has risen—this is our great enemy as Han people."

I have come here only to avoid everyone being swept up in conspiracy, causing corpses to litter the field, weakening our strength, and letting foreign tribes take advantage!

If, due to my momentary anger, I let the Beggars' Sect, which stands for loyalty and righteousness, become a laughingstock, that is far from my intention!

What good would evidence or lack thereof do?

He said, sighed, lifted his gaze to the vast distant sky, and remained silent for a long time.

Feng Yi vaguely understood why the system had him help Qiao Feng: in the Tianlong world, helping Qiao Feng is equivalent to helping the Jurchens.

The founding emperor of the Jin dynasty, Wanyan Aguda, was the one saved by Qiao Feng.

And the system seems to be all about following Heaven's Mandate. Thus, in the Condor Heroes world it had me aid Kublai Khan, and in this world aiding Qiao Feng—both are the same principle.

Nobody knew what a Jurchen tribe was, nor could they imagine that the humiliation of Jingkang was not far off. Yet seeing Feng Yi's suave and ethereal bearing, even though no one had ever seen Murong Fu, they could not compare him to Feng Yi.

A Zhu couldn't help thinking: "His bearing is no less impressive than that of the young master—truly remarkable!" Thinking this, her breath suddenly quickened.

Qiao Feng knew her true qi was exhausted again; he immediately placed his palm on her back, sending his internal strength into her body, and said, "Divine Doctor Xue, please show great compassion and save this young lady!"

He is a born hero, fearless of life and death; just now, seeing that scene, he involuntarily felt a bit of panic, but now he has completely forgotten his own peril, only wishing for the Divine Doctor to save the person.

Xuan Ji didn't wait for the Divine Doctor's reply, asking A Zhu: "Who struck you? Where were you injured? Where is that person now?" He, mindful of Shaolin's reputation, and surprised that anyone could wield the Great Diamond Fist, urgently wanted to know the details.

A Zhu is by nature extremely mischievous; unlike Qiao Feng, she does not weigh her words. Speaking nonsense and spouting random talk is her everyday fare. Her thoughts turned: "Qiao Feng, to save me, went alone against hundreds of heroes here, his forces utterly isolated. I cannot fathom what this Master Feng says or does, nor do I know whether he is aiding Qiao Feng or making things difficult for him."

If I were to invoke the name of the Murong clan of Suzhou to frighten them, it would greatly boost Qiao Feng's prestige and let everyone know that my young master and Qiao Feng are unacquainted.

Anyway, Shaolin Temple isn't exactly courteous toward my young master, so I might as well provoke them—what's the harm?

He then said: "That person is a young gentleman, handsome and suave, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old."

Everyone instantly turned their gaze to Feng Yi.

Feng Yi's gaze shifted, sharp as steel needles, piercing A Zhu's face.

A Zhu felt a chill, gave him a faint smile, and said, "Master Feng, you needn't glare at me—I wasn't talking about you."

Feng Yi smiled lightly and said calmly, "I naturally know that person isn't me."

A Zhu then said: "I was discussing with Qiao Feng in the inn how Divine Doctor Xue's medical skill is divine and uncanny—beyond unmatched in the world, unprecedented and unsurpassed, with no precedent in antiquity and no successor in posterity; even heavenly immortals might fall short."

Everyone loves to hear flattery. Divine Doctor Xue had heard countless praises in his life, but to hear such words from a lovely young maiden was a first—especially since she wasn't shy about exaggerating, causing him to involuntarily stroke his beard and smile.

Qiao Feng, however, furrowed his brow slightly, thinking: "How could that be? This girl is just talking nonsense."

A Zhu continued: "I had said then, 'Now that we have this Divine Doctor Xue, nobody needs to study martial arts anymore!'"

Qiao Feng asked: "Why?"

I said: "If Divine Doctor Xue can revive anyone he kills, what's the point of practicing fists or learning swords? You wound one, he heals one; you kill two, he heals a pair—surely we're not just laboring in vain?"

She was articulate and clear-voiced; despite her serious injuries, her words flowed like pearls on a jade plate, utterly delightful. Everyone found it amusing, some even laughing out loud.

A Zhu, however, did not smile, and continued: "A young gentleman at the neighboring table, who had been listening to our conversation, suddenly sneered: 'All martial arts in the world are mostly flimsy, lacking real strength; that Doctor Xue thus gains an empty reputation. If it were the Shaolin sect's most formidable Great Diamond Fist, could he even heal that?'"

Having spoken those words, he launched a fist strike at me from afar.

I saw he was several zhang away, thought he was just joking offhand, paid no mind, and didn't think to dodge—but Qiao Feng was greatly startled.

Xuan Ji asked: "Did he just raise his hand to block?"

A Zhu shook her head: "No! If Qiao Feng had raised his hand to block, that young gentleman couldn't have injured me."

Qiao Feng was too far to help in time; he hastily grabbed a chair and threw it sideways. His force was just right—only a crackling sound was heard as the chair shattered under the young gentleman's piercing fist.

That young gentleman spoke in a soft Suzhou accent, yet his hand technique was anything but soft.

Instantly I felt my whole body light as if floating among the clouds, with not a shred of strength left; all I heard that gentleman say was: "Go tell Divine Doctor Xue to study his medical texts more, practice a bit, and when the time comes to treat Master Xuanci, you won't be at a loss."

The heroes let out an "oh," and several said in unison: "Do unto others as they do unto you!"

Several others exclaimed: "Indeed, it's the Murong clan of Suzhou!" The use of those three words "indeed is" shows they had already anticipated this.

But they didn't know that A Zhu, to bolster Qiao Feng's isolated position, had invoked the name of the Murong clan of Suzhou to boost morale.

At that moment someone suddenly snorted: "Pure nonsense! If what you say were true, why didn't Qiao Feng just say so earlier?"

Or are you saying that Qiao Feng and Murong Fu killed my late husband, just to make it seem they don't know each other?

The one speaking was none other than Lady Ma.

A Zhu snorted coldly: "I never said that person was Master Murong."

Feng Yi chuckled: "Miss A Zhu, don't think you're clever just to spout nonsense, or you'll surely regret it later."

Leaving aside whether Murong Fu has the ability to injure Qiao Feng to his face, but your lying, once you meet an ancestor like Lady Ma, you're bound to suffer a great loss.

A Zhu, confident in her intelligence, kept her composure outwardly, but inwardly she seethed: "This guy is really infuriating."

Lady Ma said coldly: "Master Feng, on what grounds do you call me an ancestor of liars?"

Feng Yi ignored her and said: "Miss A Zhu is merely worried about her lover, fearing that Qiao Brother might suffer alone, so she invokes the great figure Murong Fu just to boost his prestige."

A Zhu's heart pounded like thunder, and she stammered: "Who… who is my lover? You're spouting nonsense…"

Yet as their eyes met, it seemed as if all her inner secrets were laid bare, leaving her unable to speak.

Qiao Feng glanced over and saw A Zhu's beautiful eyes glimmering like a clear spring, bright and moving; his heart stirred, and he thought: "A Zhu means well, but she underestimates me."

Divine Doctor Xue also knew A Zhu's words were not entirely truthful; for a moment he hesitated whether to treat her, glancing at Xuan Ji and Xuan Nan, at You Jun and You Ju, at Feng Yi, and then at Qiao Feng and A Zhu.

Qiao Feng said: "Divine Doctor Xue, having saved this young lady today, I will never forget your great kindness."

The Divine Doctor Xue gave a heh-heh cold laugh and said: "You say you won't forget my kindness? Do you really think you'll walk out of this Villa of Virtuous Heroes alive today?"

Qiao Feng replied: "Whether I leave alive or dead, I must ask you to heal her wound!"

The Divine Doctor Xue said lightly: "Why should I heal her wound?"

Qiao Feng said: "Master Xue, you widely perform good deeds in the martial world; seeing this innocent maiden lose her life, surely it would move your compassionate heart."

The Divine Doctor Xue said: "No matter who brings this young lady, I will treat her. Humph, but if it's you who brings her, I will not."

Qiao Feng's face changed color, and suddenly he heard Feng Yi say: "Qiao Brother, are you today solely concerned with saving people?"

Qiao Feng hadn't expected him to ask about this; he blinked in surprise and said, 'Not bad!'

Qiao Feng hadn't expected him to ask about this; he blinked in surprise and said, 'Not bad!'

Feng Yi said, "Then just take Ah Zhu and come with me!"

Feng Yi said, "Then just take Ah Zhu and come with me!"

Xue Shenyi gave a hollow chuckle, stroked his beard, and said, "According to Hero Feng, you can also heal this wound?"

Xue Shenyi gave a hollow chuckle, stroked his beard, and said, "According to Hero Feng, you can also heal this wound?"

Feng Yi had used the life-and-death-reversing technique on people several times; although his Divine Illumination Skill power is now gone, Ah Zhu hasn't died, after all.

Feng Yi had used the life-and-death-reversing technique on people several times; although his Divine Illumination Skill power is now gone, Ah Zhu hasn't died, after all.

Moreover, the healing method from the Nine Yin True Classic is also enough to save Ah Zhu; especially, Feng Yi is arrogant by nature, and Xue Shenyi actually puts on this disdainful attitude toward him, making him very displeased, and he couldn't help but chuckle: 'Heh, let alone just a residual injury from the Great Diamond Fist power—even the Carefree Sect, in my eyes, is not worth mentioning!'

Moreover, the healing method from the Nine Yin True Classic is also enough to save Ah Zhu; especially, Feng Yi is arrogant by nature, and Xue Shenyi actually puts on this disdainful attitude toward him, making him very displeased, and he couldn't help but chuckle: 'Heh, let alone just a residual injury from the Great Diamond Fist power—even the Carefree Sect, in my eyes, is not worth mentioning!'

Thanks to reader 'Heaven's Numbers Vast and Inescapable' for the reward.

Thanks to reader 'Heaven's Numbers Vast and Inescapable' for the reward.

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