Chapter 176: with translation of chapter title

"Ah!"

Madam Ma couldn't help but scream in fright, seeing her face covered in blood, everyone stared blankly at Xu Chongxiao.

As it turned out, upon hearing this, Xu Chongxiao was also ashamed and indignant to the point of wanting to die. Bai Shijing and Quan Guanqing, at least, had been seduced by Madam Ma, but he had touched her of his own accord.

Yet his seniority and standing in the martial world were higher than Bai's and Quan's, leaving him utterly ashamed; he immediately resolved to kill himself.

But his arms had been twisted into knots by Feng Yi; he immediately channeled his internal energy, rupturing his own heart meridian, and at once collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth like a spring.

Upon hearing Madam Ma's account, the beggars' sect felt that Xu Chongxiao had utterly lost the face of the number one gang.

Fairly speaking, with Madam Ma's looks, if she used tricks to seduce a man, as Bai Shijing said, no one is a sage who could resist temptation. Yet Xu Chongxiao had taken the initiative himself, which is even worse than Bai Shijing and Quan Guanqing; everyone was wondering who would enforce the gang's rules on him later.

Unexpectedly, Xu Chongxiao suddenly vomited blood and collapsed, and a mouthful of blood spurted onto Madam Ma's face.

Qiao Feng gazed at Xu Chongxiao and couldn't help sighing, 'Elder Xu, if I had known today would come, why bother in the first place?'

Xu Chongxiao gave a bleak smile, coughed, and said, 'Who let this wanton woman be born with a pair of soul‑stealing eyes? At just one glance that day, I felt my chest burn; the heart that had lain still for decades suddenly itched, and in an instant my three hun and seven po were drawn away—I was no longer myself. Alas, one misstep brings eternal regret…'

"Cut the act!" Feng Yi coldly laughed: 'You're here making a big show of feeling, as if you've awakened.'

You old scoundrel, when would you ever seriously ask me why I'm cursing people? Unless you're cornered with no way out, could you voluntarily confess?

It's nothing more than knowing you had an affair with your brother's wife, a grave taboo in the jianghu, surely deserving death.

Anyway, you're old; die now, just hoping to leave a good reputation and not implicate your master and descendants.

Xu Chongxiao stared at Feng Yi, a cold flame suddenly flaring in his eyes, he swallowed a mouthful of thick blood, and slowly said: 'Qiao Feng, my decline in later years is my own fault, but exposing your identity is something I have never regretted, for the chief Wang's secret letter is not forged—you are truly a Khitan, the mortal enemy of us Han, and everyone deserves to kill you!'

Qiao Feng sighed again, lifted his head to the heavens, and gave a wry smile: 'Perhaps!'

Qiao Feng, shrewd and capable, saw that several people had already confessed their capital crimes; there was no need to deceive himself about his identity.

A Zhu shuddered involuntarily, flinched, furrowed her brows, and said: 'Then…'

Before she could finish, Xu Chongxiao's eyelid twitched, the flame deep in his pupils suddenly extinguished, and he died just like that.

Qiao Feng stepped forward, gazed at Madam Ma, and said slowly: 'You venomous woman, you would kill your own husband, and you also harm any man who doesn't even come to look at your face. I ask you this: who did you collude with to harm my parents and my teacher?'

Seeing Elder Xu die before her eyes, Madam Ma's soul was not yet settled; her body trembled like a withered leaf shaking in the autumn wind,

Qiao Feng coldly said: 'You know, I am a hard‑hearted man; this matter is of utmost importance to me, and I will not pity you.'

Madam Ma suddenly spat and cursed: 'Qiao Feng, you bastard without parents, what nonsense are you spouting? What does the death of my parents and teacher have to do with me, old woman?' She said this while wiping the blood from her face with a handkerchief.

Qiao Feng's heart sank, his brows knotted tightly: 'Could it not be you?'

A Zhu said: 'Then who is it?'

"Don't you understand yet?" Feng Yi raised a cup of wine, smiled, and said: 'This wanton woman's collusion with Xu Chongxiao and the others rests on her beauty and fox‑like charm.'

But the person who struck could kill a top‑rank master like Xuanku in the Shaolin Temple without anyone noticing; his martial arts must be on par with Qiao Feng's, having reached the pinnacle of perfection.

Qiao Feng is a martial arts prodigy, encountering continual strange fortunes; he only reached this level at thirty, yet a talent like his appears only once a century. For others to attain this level, even if they are geniuses, they would need at least forty or fifty years.

Just think: someone who possesses such profound martial arts and is also old—who wouldn't be lofty and aloof? How could they be tempted by a wanton woman and willingly become her pawn?

Everyone nodded silently.

Qiao Feng knew that in his life, whenever he faced danger, he always turned misfortune into fortune, never suffering a major loss; many opportunities would come to him unbidden, gained without seeking.

He used to think he was blessed with good luck all his life, but in the Apricot Forest he realized his natural talent was extraordinary, his striving for advancement beyond ordinary people's reach—yet without the secret support of the leader and Chief Wang, looking after him everywhere, it would not have been so easy.

"Heh..." Madam Ma snorted coldly, a sneer on her face: 'You praise martial arts masters so highly, yet just now you were groping all over my body—what were you doing?'

"Because this is a play!" Feng Yi said with a laugh: 'In my eyes you may be easy for anyone, but no one has actually seen it; if I were to deal with you directly, first, the heroes of the Beggar Sect would lose face, and second, I've heard that the "Confusion Powder" is delightful, and it's you, this great beauty, who personally offered it—if I didn't sample it, wouldn't that be a pity?'

Unexpectedly, Madam Ma wasn't angry either; instead she turned to Qiao Feng, smiling, and said: 'Listen, Feng Yi says I'm a great beauty—why don't you look?'

Or am I not beautiful enough, not even comparable to that little slut? Where in the world is there someone like you, a hypocrite feigning righteousness?

A Zhu gazed at Madam Ma, her eyes shifting, wanting to speak but holding back.

Because Qiao Feng was already beyond angry, he grabbed Madam Ma's hair in one fist and shouted: 'You plotted to kill your husband—you deserve death, speak or not!' He raised his hand to strike.

Seeing that he was about to strike her dead, Madam Ma suddenly grew frightened and blurted: 'You… you don't want to avenge your parents?'

Qiao Feng grunted, withdrew his hand in resentment, seized her hair, lifted her up and slammed her hard to the ground, saying: 'If you dare utter another disrespectful word about her, humph, I'll make you taste my vicious methods!'

Feng Yi secretly startled: 'This really is Qiao Feng—when he's angry he even strikes women!'

After that throw from Qiao Feng, Madam Ma nearly fainted, her bones rattling, then she burst into loud laughter: 'So… so our great hero Qiao, the chief of the gang, has been bewitched by this little slut—hahaha, hilarious! I thought you didn't look at any woman. Humph, you stinking men, I've seen through you…'

Then A Zhu smiled faintly and said: 'Since you all say Elder Qiao is a Khitan, who is the leader who wrote the letter to Chief Wang?'

She is quite sharp; having realized that the person who killed Qiao Feng's parents and master was not in collusion with Madam Ma, it must be someone else. The chief suspect is that leader, for fear that Qiao Feng would come seeking revenge.

Unexpectedly, Madam Ma gave a cold snort and said: 'Old lady just won't tell you.'

Before A Zhu could speak, Feng Yi said: 'A Zhu, Kang Min's scheming is deep, rare in the world.'

I laid Quan Guanqing's head before her, yet she still refused to acknowledge it, perhaps still thinking how to frame me for raping her!

Bai Shijing suddenly interjected: 'Exactly, when he tries to intimidate me into compliance, he claims I won't listen to her and then tells people I raped her.'

Madam Ma giggled: 'Yes, you raped me, you raped me, hahaha…'

Everyone saw this woman seemingly plunged into madness, all feeling a deep dread: 'If she gets hold of you, you truly can't shake her off.'

Feng Yi laughed: 'Only one or two people in the world could drive her this mad, and Qiao Feng is one of them.'

Simply because she destroys what she cannot obtain—this is her creed—so she does not hesitate to sell her body, plot to kill her husband, and ruin Qiao Feng, the man who wouldn't even glance at her.

Yet Qiao Feng is also her obsession; once he appears and learns of her plot, she will instantly have her defenses break down, turning her scheme into something to boast about, recounting it leisurely before everyone.

Because she wants Qiao Feng to face her squarely, and there is nothing else; otherwise, how could Kang Min explain things so neatly?

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly understood.

Just now Feng Yi had laid Quan Guanqing's head before her, yet Kang Min still refused to admit it; only when Feng Yi summoned Qiao Feng did Kang Min spill everything like overturning a bamboo tube.

For a moment the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and everyone admired Feng Yi.

His martial arts are indeed boundless, his perception of affairs even clearer, and he understands human nature all too well.

A faint smile curled at Madam Ma's lips; she lightly sighed, closed her eyes, and said: 'Feng Yi, you are indeed formidable.'

Qiao Feng resigned his chiefship in the Apricot Forest, yet the look he gave me remained just as strange; only now do I truly realize that nothing can ever go back to the way it was!

Fortunately, my heart holds only hatred. As long as he suffers unbearably, I will be glad!

Later I learned he had killed my parents, and I was overjoyed, just waiting for Qiao Feng to clash with the heroes at Zhu Xian Manor; heh, whether he lives or dies, he will never find a foothold in the Central Plains, inevitably dying with regret.

Yet all of this has been ruined by you, a penniless little thief. But because you understand me, Kang Min, my defeat is not unjust! However…

She opened her eyes and silently sized up Feng Yi: 'I want to ask you one thing—did you already understand everything about me?'

'Sorry!' Feng Yi laughed: 'This is a secret, a secret that cannot be told to anyone.'

'Anyone?' Madam Ma gave a bleak smile and asked, 'Could it be that even your wife cannot hear it?'

Feng Yi remained silent.

At that moment, Qiao Feng suddenly asked, 'Who exactly wrote that letter recording my origins to Chief Wang, and who signed it as the leader?'

Back in the Xingzi Forest, before Qiao Feng could read the letter the leader had written to Wang Jian Tong, Master Zhiguang tore out the signature and swallowed it.

Madam Ma slowly lifted her head, gazing at Qiao Feng, her pointed chin jutting up, her eyes flashing with resolute ruthlessness as she said, 'You said it yourself—I plotted to kill my husband and deserve death; what right do I have to tell you? What could you give me in return?'

Feng Yi secretly amused.

Qiao Feng said, 'Fine, if you won't speak, I'll go ask Elder Tan and his wife.' Then he strode off.

Madam Ma trembled all over and shouted, 'Qiao Feng, you bastard without parents!'

Qiao Feng's brows rose, a flush rose on his dark face, A Zhu took his hand, and his expression eased.

Then Madam Ma said, 'Excellent! Qiao Feng, you've done well. But if you think asking Elder Tan and his wife like Zhao Qian Sun and the others will help, you're dead wrong!'

A Zhu snorted coldly, 'Say whatever you like!'

Madam Ma didn't even glance at her, sneering, 'This woman is merely being clever for her own sake.'

Just imagine, I had Quan Guanqing and the others expose your true origins, all to make it impossible for you to stand in the Central Plains.

But I never expected to hear from Xu Chongxiao and the others that your parents and master were also killed.

But looking at you, they weren't killed by you. Haha, heaven has eyes—it wants you to taste the greatest suffering in the world.

You see, while I plotted against you with painstaking care, that person could pick the right moment to kill your parents and master, making Shaolin believe it was your doing—clearly a long‑laid plan that could dovetail so precisely with the Xingzi Forest incident.

Against such an enemy, even if your martial arts were ten times stronger, what could you do?

This leader enjoys exalted status and immense influence; a single word from him can mobilize tens of thousands, otherwise Chief Wang could not be commanded by him.

And since he has decided to deal with you, setting aside whether he would silence witnesses to keep you from investigating, just consider that these people are on intimate terms with him—how could they tell you who the leader is so you could take revenge? Hehe…

Kang Min expelled the resentment she had harbored for long, feeling as if a weight had lifted, and let out a peal of laughter like silver bells.

Everyone saw her viciousness, yet they could not deny that what she said was true.

Qiao Feng thought, 'At present, those who know the leader's name are indeed Elder Tan and his wife, Master Zhiguang, and Shan Zheng, but they are deeply close to that person and may not tell me! If I leave now, the Beggars' Sect will surely avenge Madam Ma's husband and kill the widow.'

If that great villain again impersonates me to kill Elder Tan and his wife, framing me! I fear my great vengeance may never be fulfilled—I must get the answer from her mouth!

Just as he was about to speak, A Zhu said, 'In the martial world, those who can mobilize tens of thousands with a single word used to be the chief of the Beggars' Sect. Hmm, the Shaolin disciples are spread across the world; a word from the Shaolin sect's abbot could also move tens of thousands.'

Qiao Feng thought, 'That makes sense! But the person who framed me didn't hesitate to kill my parents, who know no martial arts—such a vicious brute could not be the benevolent Abbot Xuanci! Who else in the martial world could command tens of thousands?'

As he pondered, Madam Ma looked at him with a bleak smile, a hint of malice crossing her face, and said gently, 'Qiao Feng, are you wondering who this person is? For the sake of my fondness for you, let me give you a clue—just guess to the southwest.'

A Zhu glanced at Qiao Feng and said, 'Southwest? What notable figure is there in the southwest? I don't think there is any.' Madam Ma approached the paper window, snapped her finger, tore the paper, and said mysteriously, 'I may not know martial arts, Chief Qiao, but you surely know who in the world is most skilled at this skill.'

A Zhu muttered to herself, 'The Diamond Finger of the Kongtong Sect, the Soul‑Seizing Finger of the Zheng family of Cangzhou in Hebei—those are formidable enough.'

Qiao Feng, however, said sternly, 'Are you referring to the Dali Duan clan's One Yang Finger?'

Madam Ma chimed sweetly, 'Chief Qiao, you are indeed well‑read and guessed right on the first try—unlike some ignorant folk. How could such a person be worthy of you?' Her tone held a hint of mockery.

Feng Yi secretly chuckled, 'This lady treats A Zhu as a love rival, never missing a chance to jab her!'

'Nonsense!' A Zhu gritted her teeth and snorted, 'The Duan clan calls itself emperor in Dali and has long had no dealings with the Central Plains martial world. How could that leader have any connection with the Duan family?'

Madam Ma chuckled, 'Although the Duan clan calls itself emperor in Dali, the family is not limited to one person; those who are not emperors often come to the Central Plains.'

This leader is none other than the younger brother of the present emperor of the Dali Kingdom, surnamed Duan, named Zhengchun, enfeoffed as Prince Zhen Nan.'

Upon hearing Madam Ma utter the three words 'Duan Zhengchun,' Qiao Feng's whole body shook—he had finally learned the leader's name.

Feng Yi had long guessed that Madam Ma would surely frame Duan Zhengchun—after all, dragging a scapegoat to the grave is a tyrant's usual tactic.

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But he wanted to see with his own eyes whether the clever Qiao Feng and smart A Zhu could be taken in as in the original plot, so he stayed silent.

All he heard was A Zhu say, 'This Prince Duan holds exalted rank—how could he involve himself in the martial world's feuds and killings?'

Madam Ma replied slowly, 'Ordinary fights and grudges in the jianghu are beneath Prince Duan's notice, but if it concerns the survival and rise or fall of the Dali Kingdom, don't you think he would intervene?'

Wu Changfeng said, 'Naturally he would not stand idly by.'

'Indeed,' Madam Ma chuckled, 'I heard Elder Xu say: the Song Dynasty is the northern shield of the Dali Kingdom; if the Khitan were to destroy the Song, their next step would inevitably be to swallow Dali. The Song and Dali are like lips and teeth, and the Dali Kingdom certainly does not wish to see the Song fall into Khitan hands.'

That year, this Prince Duan was a guest at the Beggars' Sect headquarters, drinking and discussing swords with Chief Wang, when he heard the news that Khitan warriors would mount a massive assault on Shaolin Temple to seize the scriptures.

Prince Duan felt obliged, so he led his men to rush outside Yumen Pass to intercept them; this action was nominally for the Song, but in truth it was for Dali.

Having said that, she paused slightly, a look of tender charm flickering between her brows, enough to stir anyone's heart.

Madam Ma giggled, 'I've heard that Prince Duan was young then, yet his martial arts were superb and his character extremely benevolent.'

In the Dali Kingdom he stood below one person and above ten thousand, treating wealth as dirt; without anyone asking, he would casually give friends thousands or hundreds of taels of silver. You think the Central Plains martial artists would not have him as their leader—who else could?

He was destined to become the emperor of Dali, his status exalted; everyone else were mere rustics—who could dare give him orders?

Everyone agreed that this made perfect sense.

Feng Yi suddenly burst out laughing, coldly saying, 'Madam Ma, when you lie you should at least check your opponent!'

Madam Ma's heart pounded, her face drained of color; she had just heard Feng Yi say that she had been deceived in her body, and that only two people in the world could make her angry—he had named only Qiao Feng, the other unspoken but surely known to her.

The slender fingers hidden in her sleeves had turned white from clenching, yet she forced a smile and said, 'If that's the case, then tell me—who is the leader?'

Feng Yi could not help but be startled.

A Zhu had already said it was the Shaolin abbot, yet Qiao Feng's expression showed he didn't believe it at all—could he be saying the same thing?

Madam Ma suddenly burst into laughter, laughed a while, then sighed, 'Qiao Feng, if you don't believe me, why bother asking me?'

This Feng Yi, great hero, possesses vast divine abilities, as if he knows everything, yet since he brought you here, he obviously doesn't know; if he did, why wouldn't he tell you?

Why else would you come looking for me, if not to take advantage of me?

Everything she said is precisely what Feng Yi worries about.

Qiao Feng, raised in Shaolin and mindful of his origins, had indeed considered that Xuan Ci, who perfectly fits the role of senior brother, could be that person; but he merged the great villain who framed him with the senior brother into one, which is why he never imagined Xuan Ci would be…

If I say one thing, I have to spill everything; as for the source of the information, let's not mention it for now.

I'm afraid everyone will turn against me.

This is a losing deal; Feng Yi will absolutely not do it!

"I say this for my own reasons." Feng Yi said: "How old is Duan Zhengchun? Thirty years ago he commanded the Beggars' Sect chief; do you think we're all fools or idiots?"

A Zhu pondered and said: "Yes, big brother, I've heard that Duan Zhengchun is only middle-aged now, but the battle outside Yanmen Pass was thirty years ago, so the ages don't match."

Feng Yi smiled and said: "Is that considered smart?"

"Smart?" Madam Ma coldly replied: "I think you're just a pair of idiots."

Qiao Feng's eyes flashed with a terrifying light as he shouted: "What did you say?"

Feng Yi's brows furrowed, and he said slowly: "Then I'd like to ask for advice!"

Madam Ma said lightly: "It's a loss that you're a martial artist; I actually thought highly of you. May I ask how old you are?"

Feng Yi was taken aback.

A Zhu's eyes shifted as she said: "Feng Brother, you're thirty-three this year, but you look about twenty, so…"

Madam Ma snorted coldly and then said: "Ma Dayuan told me that Duan Zhengchun is licentious and lustful, though old, he loves to disguise himself as a youth to seduce women."

His internal energy is profound; a man in his fifties or sixties, he practices to look like he's in his forties. Actually, he's several years older than many elders of the Beggars' Sect!

As for Zhao Qian Sun, who personally took part in the Yanmen Pass battle, could he really be that old?

Feng Yi's expression was startled, his lips trembled, but he ultimately couldn't speak.

Because he understands that practitioners of internal energy have a large discrepancy between appearance and actual age. Therefore, from a god's-eye view, he can speak at length, but people like Qiao Feng and A Zhu, who are in the midst of it, naturally cannot tell.

This doesn't mean I'm smarter than them.

Qiao Feng and A Zhu exchanged a glance, and the Beggars' Sect elders also nodded.

Since Madam Ma is right, Zhao Qian Sun, as a participant in the Yanmen Pass blood battle, looks old but isn't necessarily old; saying he's young isn't accurate either—overall he's between forty and seventy years old.

Thinking of this, Qiao Feng let out a soft sigh, turned and walked out; behind him, Madam Ma's voice suddenly called: "Qiao Feng, can you save my life?"

Qiao Feng coldly said: "You conspired with an adulterer to murder your husband, utterly lacking humanity; how could I, Qiao Feng, a righteous man, save you!" He took A Zhu's hand and walked out.

"Chief Qiao..." Elder Wu immediately wanted to call him back, but seeing Qiao Feng wave his hand and say: "Fourth Brother Wu, the words 'chief' are no longer to be mentioned." He gave them no chance to speak and had already left the room.

Seeing Qiao Feng and A Zhu leave hand in hand, Madam Ma wore a strange smile that, combined with her half-swollen face, was shocking to behold.

Feng Yi glanced at Madam Ma and thought: "Is this woman inherently wicked, or did her nature change drastically after being deceived about her body?"

Feng Yi had no answer, sighed softly, and floated away.

Kang Min, in her desperation, cried out: "Feng Yi, Feng Yi!"

Feng Yi smiled and said: "Madam Ma, don't call me; even though I'm lustful, if you agreed to sleep with me, I'd still fear you'd stab me, so just go ahead and rest easy!" He thought: "Her death would be a bargain for Duan Zhengchun!"

Feng Yi left the Ma residence when he suddenly heard an "ah"—a shrill cry that split the silent night; it was Madam Ma's voice.

Qiao Feng and A Zhu stopped in their tracks, and immediately heard Bai Shijing's anguished cry; naturally, he too was executed by the Beggars' Sect.

Qiao Feng exhaled a long breath; he had suffered injustice for a while, his grievances unresolved, but now he could finally clear part of his wrongful accusation, and said to A Zhu: "A Zhu, this time Madam Ma's death will not wrongly implicate me and Young Master Murong."

He immediately shared A Zhu's joy at venting her pent-up resentment, but after speaking, he felt a sour ache he could not bear, and suddenly tears streamed down.

A Zhu took out a white handkerchief from her bosom, held it to Qiao Feng's cheeks to wipe his tears, and said: "I know you and Bai Shijing are closest; although he committed adultery and plotted to kill Madam Ma's husband, he would rather die than expose you, showing he also feels brotherly affection toward you."

You value righteousness greatly, yet you cannot save him; this is too cruel for you.

Qiao Feng took her hand, sighed, and said: "A Zhu, let's go back."

A Zhu asked: "How?"

Qiao Feng said: "Although we are blameless in our hearts, I must have the Beggars' Sect spread word in the jianghu to clear my and Young Master Murong's names."

A Zhu was about to nod when she suddenly heard Feng Yi say: "It's better not to go back."

Qiao Feng's eyes blazed like torches as he stared at Feng Yi.

A Zhu's eyes flashed, and she couldn't help but say: "Shouldn't we let the Beggars' Sect clear the names of Elder Qiao and my family's young master?"

Feng Yi smiled and said: "It's not that we shouldn't; rather, some things are better left vague. Why insist on total clarity? If it doesn't go as we wish, wouldn't we just be angering ourselves?"

Qiao Feng solemnly said: "A man of integrity distinguishes right from wrong; one is one, two is two. Are we to sacrifice the Beggars' Sect's reputation by casting aside factual truth, jianghu morality, and personal integrity?"

He understood Feng Yi's implied meaning: once he and Murong Fu are cleared, the heroes of the world must be informed.

The Beggars' Sect lost a vice chief, a venerable elder, a powerful altar chief; then they wrongfully accused their own chief, drove him out, executed a law-enforcement elder, causing internal strife—all this was achieved by a wanton woman using her beauty.

Such disgrace would directly cause the Beggars' Sect's reputation to plummet, never to rise again; perhaps the sect's members truly would not accept it.

A Zhu snorted coldly and said: "That's true. Elder Qiao and my Murong family are open and aboveboard, with great prestige; how could we wear the hat of jointly killing brothers?"

Feng Yi sneered: "Elder Qiao's openness is certain, but the Murong family is not necessarily so!"

Moreover, who can't put on a high-sounding act?

"According to the principle of killing for killing and debt repayment, if the Murong family caused Elder Qiao's family to be destroyed, could you pat your chest and say 'one is one, two is two,' and also get the Murong family willingly to pay with their lives?"

A Zhu's neck flushed, she raised her brows angrily, and shouted: "You're talking nonsense! How could our Murong family kill Elder Qiao's parents?"

Feng Yi calmly said: "I'm merely giving an example…"

A Zhu said: "Not even an analogy is allowed; do you know what the Murong family means to me? …" As she spoke, her eye sockets reddened, and she turned away hatefully.

Feng Yi gazed deeply at her, then shifted his gaze to Qiao Feng and said: "Elder Qiao, then how would you treat the enemy who killed your parents and teacher?"

Qiao Feng said sternly: "What need to say? I swore before my parents' graves to dig out the murderer's heart and lungs as an offering to their spirits in heaven!"

Feng Yi nodded: "A parental feud admits no coexistence; a true man must act thus!"

But what if the murderer were your beloved A Zhu? Or what if the murderer were your own birth parents?

At that time, could you still speak with certainty, saying what is right and wrong clearly, the righteousness of the jianghu—one is one, two is two—and also dig out his heart and lungs as an offering to the spirits of your parents and teacher in heaven?

Qiao Feng's gaze turned fierce in an instant, and beside him, A Zhu also trembled in response.

(End of chapter)