Chapter 189

Duan Yanqing's notorious reputation spread throughout the world; it has always been me as the chopping block and people as the meat, yet Duan Yanqing's words treat him as the meat.

Interpretation: Duan Yanqing's infamous reputation spreads throughout the world; from ancient times, it's always been I as the butcher's block, people as meat; however, Feng Yi's words treat him as meat.

We need to keep meaning. Use "Duan Yanqing's infamous reputation spreads throughout the world; it has always been I as the chopping block and people as the meat, but Feng Yi's words treat him as the meat." Ensure no added explanation.

Let's produce: Duan Yanqing's infamous reputation spreads throughout the world; it has always been I as the chopping block and people as the meat, but Feng Yi's words treat him as the meat.

I am the chopping block, people are the meat.

In other words, whether you come one at a time or all at once, you will die, leaving no room for maneuver.

Translation: Because the implication of these words is that whether you come one by one or all together, you will die, with no room for maneuver.

no room for maneuver

Duan Yanqing clearly knows that today cannot be settled by force, and he immediately strikes out.

Translation: Duan Yanqing clearly knows that today cannot be settled by force alone, so he immediately strikes out.

cannot be settled by force

This strike of his staff is a fierce and steady masterpiece; it instantly gives everyone a strange feeling, as if Duan Yanqing, though standing there, has vanished into thin air—breathing, heartbeat, pulse, all signs of life stilled. The crowd is shocked, then bewildered.

We need to keep all clauses. Let's produce: This staff point is a fierce and steady masterpiece, directly causing everyone to suddenly feel strange, but feeling that Duan Yanqing, although standing there, seems to have vanished into thin air; breath, heartbeat, pulse, all signs of life are stilled; after everyone's shock, they become bewildered.

but feeling that Duan Yanqing, although standing there, seems to have vanished into thin air

After Duan Yanqing became crippled, he devoted himself to training; he not only rigorously practiced his family's martial arts, but also infused the Yang Finger technique into his iron staff, and further mastered a set of heretical arts, blending righteous and wicked skills, which is truly extraordinary.

Translation: After Duan Yanqing became crippled, he devoted himself to training; not only did he painstakingly practice his family's martial arts, infusing the One Yang Finger technique into his steel staff, but he also cultivated a heterodox martial art, balancing righteous and wicked, truly extraordinary.

truly extraordinary

Just then, Feng Yi let out a light chuckle: "No wonder no one lets you reap what you sow."

Translation: But just then, Feng Yi gave a light laugh: "No wonder no one lets you reap what you sow!"

evil deeds have reached fullness

As soon as he spoke, the previously dead‑silent atmosphere brightened like spring sunshine, full of vitality; then a sudden "clang" rang out, like metal striking metal, or like a dull, neither‑metal‑nor‑wood sound.

Translation: As soon as he spoke, the deathly silence on the field was like encountering spring sunlight, full of vitality; suddenly a "clang" sound was heard, like metal striking metal, yet also like a dull sound neither metal nor wood.

clang

Everyone shuddered, their minds suddenly cleared, and they saw Duan Yanqing's iron staff colliding with Feng Yi's right middle finger.

Translation: Everyone's bodies jolted, their minds suddenly cleared, and they saw Duan Yanqing's iron staff and Feng Yi's right middle finger already colliding.

Duan Yanqing's mastery of the Yang Finger is exceptionally high, placing him among the top tiers—comparable to the Dali Prince of Baoding and the high monks of the Tianlong Temple's Benevolent generation, having reached the fourth rank, even surpassing Duan Zhengchun.

Translation: Duan Yanqing's mastery of the One Yang Finger is extremely high, placing him among the Dali Prince of Baoding and the high monks of the Tianlong Temple's original generation; he has already reached the fourth rank, even above Duan Zhengchun.

the fourth rank

However, Feng Yi's flick is the Divine Flick of Huang Yaoshi, its power not inferior to the Yang Finger, and his finger technique has already reached the pinnacle of perfection.

Translation: However, Feng Yi's flick is Huang Yaoshi's finger-flick divine power, its power not inferior to the One Yang Finger, and his finger technique has already reached the pinnacle of perfection.

the pinnacle of perfection

Now, with the fully cultivated Nine Yin Divine Power circulating, the force of his finger is so fierce that Duan Yanqing's steel staff feels as if it has struck raw iron.

Translation: Now, with the mastery of the Nine Yin Divine Art circulating, the finger force is so strong that it makes Duan Yanqing's steel staff feel like encountering raw iron.

Only the staff buzzed and trembled violently; Duan Yanqing's right arm felt as if struck by electricity, and the staff nearly slipped from his grasp, but he was no ordinary man—a flash of blue aura crossed his face, he loosened his grip, then re‑grasped the staff with his left hand planted on the ground, and, borrowing Feng Yi's flick, he flew backward.

Translation: Only hearing the steel staff buzz and violently tremble, Duan Yanqing's right arm felt as if struck by electricity, the staff almost slipping from his grasp, but he is no ordinary person; a flash of blue aura crossed his face, he loosened his right hand, then re-gripped the staff loosely, planted his left staff on the ground, and, borrowing Feng Yi's flick, flipped backward and flew out.

fly backward

Duan Yanqing is naturally deep and thoughtful; after his disability he has endured much hardship, making his actions even more steady. He reckons he is no match for Feng Yi, so it would be wise to withdraw early to avoid present loss; thus he extends his staff not to win, but to yield and retreat with the momentum.

Translation: Duan Yanqing is naturally deep and steady, having suffered much after his disability, handling affairs even more steadily; he reckons he is no match for Feng Yi, so it's better to withdraw early to avoid present loss; thus, his staff point seeks not victory but to borrow force and retreat smoothly.

In an instant he had retreated more than three zhang away; by the time he turned and glanced back, Lady Ye's shadow was already gone.

Translation: In an instant, he had already retreated more than three zhang away; upon turning and glancing, Lady Ye Erniang's shadow was already gone.

three zhang

It turns out that although Lady Ye and Duan Yanqing were sworn brothers, he often bossed her around, breeding resentment; seeing Feng Yi's martial arts so superb that a single move could subdue Yue Lao‑san, she realized it could also kill her.

Translation: Originally, Lady Ye Erniang and Duan Yanqing were sworn brothers, yet he bossed her around, breeding resentment; seeing Feng Yi's martial arts so high that a single move could subdue Yue Lao San, she realized it could also kill her.

Yue Lao‑san

Therefore, taking advantage of the moment Duan Yanqing struck, she darted back; though her martial skill was inferior to his, her lightness was superb—she performed a delicate "Chest‑wise Cloud Flip," her body as light as a falling leaf, a single lift brought her to the temple wall, where she tapped her foot and sprang outward.

Translation: Therefore, taking advantage of Duan Yanqing's attack, she retreated hastily; though her martial arts were inferior to Duan Yanqing's, her lightness skill was superb, a light and graceful "Slender Chest Skillful Cloud Turning" made her whole body as light as a falling leaf; one rise and fall brought her to the temple wall, where she lightly tapped her foot, lifted her body, and flew outward.

We must use glossary term exactly: "Slender Chest Skillful Cloud Turning". Good.

A red cloth fluttered from her sleeve as she cradled the child.

Translation: Her arm had a red cloth fluttering, and she still held that child.

Everyone saw Lady Ye's astonishing speed, and Qin Hongmian felt ashamed by comparison; yet such skill, when facing Feng Yi, she dared not even engage, and yet she had thrown hidden weapons at him the previous night—truly the ignorant are fearless.

Translation: Everyone saw Lady Ye Erniang's such speed, Qin Hongmian felt ashamed to compare, but such skill, facing Feng Yi she dared not even engage, yet she had launched hidden weapons at him the previous night—truly the ignorant are fearless.

Qin Hongmian

Mu Wanqing even spat and shouted loudly, "Shameless!"

Translation: Mu Wanqing even spat and loudly scolded: "Shameless!"

Having witnessed the tyrannical might of Duan Yanqing and Lady Ye, she never imagined that meeting Feng Yi would make her flee outright.

Translation: She had witnessed Duan Yanqing and Lady Ye Erniang's ferocious domineering, invincible under heaven, yet she never expected to meet Feng Yi and simply run away!

Feng Yi smiled, shifted his body forward, his speed surpassing Duan Yanqing's retreat; he darted past three zhang, then thrust both palms forward—one aimed at Duan Yanqing, the other at Lady Ye.

Translation: Feng Yi smiled, shifted his body forward, his speed surpassing Duan Yanqing's retreat, passing over three zhang, his palms followed through and struck out together—one palm aimed at Duan Yanqing, the other at Lady Ye Erniang.

This palm is the "Dragon‑Subduing Eighteen Palms"; it looks fierce but is not intended to injure.

Translation: This palm is the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms", appearing fierce but actually not intending to injure.

In an instant, the soaring bodies of Duan Yanqing and Lady Ye were suddenly checked.

Translation: In an instant, the floating bodies of Duan Yanqing and Lady Ye Erniang were suddenly suppressed.

Duan Yanqing felt astonished; having devoted years to cultivation, he believed his martial arts far surpassed his former self, having always looked down on the world, fearing neither heaven nor earth, and considering his insight and wisdom top‑notch—otherwise how could he dare to vie for the throne of Dali?

Translation: Duan Yanqing felt astonished; he had devoted himself to training for many years, considering his martial arts vastly superior to before, for years he had looked down on all, fearing neither heaven nor earth, and when it came to insight and wisdom he was truly top-notch of the age; otherwise, how could he dare to go to Dali to seek the throne?

Yet today he fears Feng Yi immensely; still, as a man of stature he would not beg for mercy, and he thrusts his left staff backward to dispel Feng Yi's pulling force.

Translation: Yet today he is terrified of Feng Yi to the extreme, but even so, being a person of considerable stature, he will not beg for mercy; he reverses his left staff and points it out, aiming to dispel Feng Yi's pulling force.

Lady Ye thought that even if Feng Yi's skill were higher, he could not attend to both of them, intending to flee; but she did not expect her body to stall mid‑air, the wall she usually cleared with a single step now impossible to clear, feeling her feet give way as she plummeted straight down—her reaction was swift, and upon landing she hurled the child in her arms straight at Feng Yi's face without even looking.

Translation: Lady Ye Erniang thought that even if Feng Yi's martial arts were higher, he could attend to one thing but not two, intending to flee; unexpectedly, her body stalled in midair, the wall top she usually could step onto with a single lift of her foot now seemed impossible to leap over, she felt her feet go empty and fell straight down; her reaction was also extremely swift, upon landing she did not even look, directly hurling the child in her hand as a hidden weapon toward Feng Yi's face.

The child, pulled by the force and added to Lady Ye's throw, came flying like an arrow, while Duan Yanqing's staff emitted a hissing sound that dispelled Feng Yi's enveloping force.

Translation: The child, subjected to the pulling force plus Lady Ye Erniang's throw, came like a flying arrow, while Duan Yanqing's steel staff, with a hissing sound, dispelled Feng Yi's enveloping force.

Feng Yi snorted coldly, "Nice move," raised his left hand, wrapped the infant in a gust of wind that traced an arc in the air and landed behind him.

Translation: Feng Yi coldly said, "Nice move," raised his left hand, and the palm wind wrapped the infant, tracing an arc in midair and landing behind him.

In mid‑air a green‑clad figure flashed and seized the child—it was Huang Shang.

Translation: In midair, a green shadow flashed and already had the child in hand—it was Huang Shang.

At the same moment, Duan Yanqing's left staff broke the pulling force, his right staff planted, as he tried to flee again.

Translation: At the same time, Duan Yanqing's left staff dispelled the pulling force, his right staff braced, intending to escape once more.

But just as he began to rise, Feng Yi struck with lightning speed—his left hand seized the staff Duan Yanqing had not yet retracted, pulled it inward, and his right palm unleashed a mountain‑overwhelming surge that slammed into Duan Yanqing's back.

Translation: But just as his body had not yet risen, Feng Yi struck with godlike speed, his left hand grabbing Duan Yanqing's staff before it could be retracted, pulling it inward, and his right palm sent out, its force like mountains and seas crashing toward his back.

Duan Yanqing found himself in a predicament—either block the palm head‑on or drop the staff to dodge—but as a cripple who relies on his staff to move, losing it would mean certain death; a thought flashed through him: instead of planting his left staff on the ground, he silently slipped it from under his arm and thrust it straight at Feng Yi's lower body.

Translation: Duan Yanqing found himself in a dilemma—either block the palm head-on or drop the staff to dodge—but being crippled and relying on the staff to move, he could not afford to lose it, for otherwise he would surely die today; a thought flashed, and without using his left staff to brace the ground, silently his left staff emerged from under his arm, actually heading straight for Feng Yi's lower body.

This staff thrust was vicious and twisting, like a venomous snake lunging at Feng Yi's vitals, aiming for a mutual‑destruction outcome.

Translation: This staff thrust is sinister and twisting, like a venomous snake biting at Feng Yi's vital parts, aiming for mutual destruction.

Even if he were to die under Feng Yi's palm, he would make sure Feng Yi could no longer be a man; he did not believe that anyone, no matter how deep their inner strength, could withstand this blow head‑on.

Translation: Even if he dies under Feng Yi's palm, he wants to render him incapable of being a man; he does not believe that anyone's inner strength, no matter how deep, could dare to block this strike head-on.

Feng Yi indeed dared not meet it head‑on; his energy shifted, yet it also provoked him to great anger. He shouted loudly, gripped the staff with his left hand, performed the "Dragon in the Field" maneuver, spun his body—half exerting force, half borrowing momentum—and flung Duan Yanqing into the air.

Translation: Feng Yi indeed dared not meet it head-on; his energy shifted, yet this also made him furious, he shouted loudly, gripping the staff with his left hand, performing "Seeing the Dragon in the Field", turning his body, half exerting force, half borrowing momentum, and directly flung Duan Yanqing into the air.

Duan Yanqing felt the opposing force surge like a tide; despite his desperate resistance, his left hand could no longer press the staff, and even so, a flash of green crossed his zombie‑like face, his chest tightened, his heartbeat raced, the tiger's mouth shuddered, and he could no longer hold the staff in his left hand.

Translation: Duan Yanqing felt the opposing force surge like a tide; despite his desperate resistance, his left hand could no longer continue to point; even so, a flash of blue crossed his zombie-like face, his chest tightened and his heart pounded, the tiger's mouth shuddered violently, and his left hand could no longer hold the staff.

Feng Yi seized the staff and swept it outward.

Translation: Feng Yi seized the staff and, following through, swept it out.

This sweep was astonishingly powerful, the wind pressing in; Duan Yanqing could not dodge and had only to block with his staff.

Translation: This sweep carried astonishing momentum, the driving wind pressed upon him; Duan Yanqing could not dodge, only able to brandish his staff to block.

The two staffs clashed with a loud clang, ringing in everyone's ears; Feng Yi's strike carried the force of a thousand jun, pure and unyielding, hurling Duan Yanqing sideways into a standing stone tablet. As he was about to hit it, Duan Yanqing planted his left staff against the tablet, channeling his inner energy through it, producing a clanging shower of sparks.

Translation: The two staffs met with a loud "clang", everyone's ears buzzing; Feng Yi's strike had the force of a thousand jun, utterly fierce and unmatched, Duan Yanqing's whole body was shaken sideways toward an upright stone tablet; seeing he would hit the tablet, Duan Yanqing's left staff slammed against it, sending internal energy straight through the staff, producing a clanging sound and scattering sparks.

clang clanging

Duan Yanqing's clever use of borrowed force to neutralize the attack was superb; he instantly flipped and sprang backward.

Translation: Duan Yanqing's this move of borrowing force to neutralize was exquisitely superb; immediately he flipped and sprang backward.

In the brief moment they crossed blades, the spectators felt their scalps tingle and almost cried out in alarm.

Translation: In just this brief exchange, the two combatants made the onlookers feel their scalps tingle, almost crying out.

Duan Yanqing rose, drew his staff, yet felt a stifling anguish; his shock was beyond comprehension—if his legs were intact he might still have an escape, but now what could he do?

Translation: Duan Yanqing rose, drew his staff, yet his heart felt suffocated and unable to ease; he was so shocked he could not think of a plan; if his legs were intact, he could still devise an escape, but now what can he do?

No sooner said than done; in the flash of Duan Yanqing's thought, his feet barely touched the stone tablet, while Lady Ye, after tossing the child, leapt up again, heard a loud blast, glanced over and saw Duan Yanqing being blown away, and she waved her hand.

Translation: No sooner said than done; in the instant Duan Yanqing's thoughts flashed, his legs barely touched the stone tablet, while Lady Ye Erniang, after throwing the child, again leapt up, hearing a loud bang, she glanced and saw Duan Yanqing being struck and flung outward, she waved her hand.

"Swish, swish, swish"—she fired seven or eight hidden weapons in succession at Feng Yi's vital points.

Translation: "Swish swish swish", she fired successive seven or eight hidden weapons aimed at Feng Yi's vital points.

She knew that causing Feng Yi even a little trouble would buy her leader a moment to resist, increasing her own chance to escape.

Translation: She knew that giving Feng Yi a little trouble would create some defensive time for the boss, thereby increasing her own chance to escape.

Feng Yi gave a cold snort, surged forward, struck Duan Yanqing with a palm, while his left staff traced a half‑circle before him, generating a gust that knocked all the hidden weapons to the ground.

Translation: Feng Yi gave a cold laugh, surged forward, a palm struck toward Duan Yanqing, his left staff tracing a half-circle before him, and a gust of wind shook all the hidden weapons loose.

Huang Wan'er suddenly shouted, "Feng brother, don't let her get away!"

Translation: Huang Wan'er suddenly shouted: "Feng Brother, don't let her get away!"

It turned out that when Huang Wan'er saw the hidden weapons lying on the ground, each was different, but all were gold or silver ornaments hung from children—either longevity tags or small lockets.

Translation: Originally, Huang Wan'er saw the hidden weapons fallen on the ground; each was different, all being gold or silver ornaments hung on children's bodies, either longevity tags or small lockets,

She suddenly recalled Mu Wanqing's words that Lady Ye snatched children every day; these items were clearly the belongings of the children she had abducted and played with. If this evil is not eradicated, who knows how many more parents will suffer across the world.

Translation: She suddenly recalled Mu Wanqing's words that Lady Ye Erniang abducts children daily; these are clearly the items she snatched from many children to play with. If this scourge is not eliminated, who knows how many more children's parents will suffer in the world.

All of this happened in an instant; Feng Yi immediately turned his head, glanced at Lady Ye as she was about to leap over the wall, and bellowed, "Stay!"

Translation: All this happened in an instant; Feng Yi immediately turned his head, glanced at Lady Ye Erniang who was about to leap over the wall, and shouted loudly: "Stay!"

He swung his right arm, hurling his iron staff like a spear toward Lady Ye's back.

Translation: He swung his right arm, treating the staff in his hand as a spear, and hurled it toward Lady Ye Erniang's back.

Lady Ye saw she was about to clear the wall, heard the fierce wind behind her, wanted to dodge, but could not maneuver freely in mid‑air; she saw her feet land on the wall, her body bow like a drawn bow, and a gleaming blade of light lunged toward the staff.

Translation: Lady Ye Erniang saw she was about to clear the wall, heard the fierce wind behind her, wanted to dodge, but such midair maneuvering was beyond her; yet she saw her feet land on the wall top, her body bending like a bow, and a gleaming blade light lunged toward the staff.

With a clang from below to above, the staff was actually lifted straight into the air by Lady Ye's deflection. Yet her chest felt as if punched, hot blood surged to her head, her face flushed, her breath stalled, she staggered, and nearly fell from the wall.

Translation: But hearing a "clang" from below upward, the staff was actually lifted straight into the air by Lady Ye Erniang's lift; however, her chest suddenly felt as if punched, hot blood surged to her head, involuntarily her face flushed and ears red, a breath of true qi stalled, she staggered, nearly falling from the wall.

Then Feng Yi laughed, "What a superb 'four‑ounce deflects a thousand pounds'—your technique is absolutely genuine!"

Translation: Then Feng Yi laughed: "What a superb four-two deflects a thousand jun, your technique is truly orthodox!"

Lady Ye was startled; she had just clearly seen Feng Yi several zhang away, yet she did not expect that after blocking his staff he would already be behind her—such a ghostly, elusive movement truly chills the heart.

Translation: Lady Ye Erniang was greatly startled; she had clearly seen Feng Yi still several zhang away just moments ago, yet she never expected that her block of the staff would find him already behind her; such a ghostly movement truly chills the heart.

Lady Ye twisted her torso slightly and immediately slashed her blade backward.

Translation: Lady Ye Erniang's body twisted slightly, and she immediately swung her blade backward to cut.

No one had seen where she kept her previous blade; now they saw this knife was extraordinarily odd—a thin, rectangular sheet like a cicada's wing, with edges razor‑sharp all around, lacking any distinction between blade and back.

Translation: No one had seen where she previously hid her blade; now it was seen that this knife is extremely odd, a thin rectangular sheet like a cicada's wing, with edges razor-sharp all around, lacking distinction between blade and back.

Lady Ye gripped the short handle, the blade feeling weightless; Feng Yi sensed the blade's light approaching like a mournful breeze passing over him, yet it was a cool, refreshing sheet, and he praised, "Excellent swordsmanship!"

Translation: Lady Ye Erniang grasped the short handle, light as nothing; Feng Yi felt the blade light approaching, as if a mournful wind brushed his body, actually a sheet of coolness, and he laughed: "Excellent swordsmanship!"

He clapped his hands together, trapping the blade between them, producing a muffled, ear‑shaking thud.

Translation: He clapped his hands together, clamping the blade in between, producing a muffled roar that shook the ears.

Ye Erniang only felt a great force surge forth; her chest tightened, she heard a faint squeak, she fixed her gaze and looked—the blade's edge showed cracks like silk, spreading out.

Her knife was a treasure blade, able to cut gold and break jade, like slicing rotten bamboo; at this moment it was actually shattered by Feng Yi's bare hands.

Ye Erniang felt shocked and pained, had no time to think, hastily released the knife grip, wanting to fly back; Feng Yi swept his left hand, striking her left arm with a crack, Ye Erniang's forearm broke, and with a thud, Feng Yi's palm swept onto Ye Erniang's head.

Ye Erniang's knife broken, she spat blood, her body still moving with momentum, she flew straight toward Duan Yanqing.

Originally, Duan Yanqing had his staff taken by Feng Yi; knowing he could not escape with just a single staff, he had intended to seize a hostage to force Feng Yi to submit, but seeing Huang Shang's skill in catching the infant mid‑leap, he realized Huang Shang was no ordinary hand either.

He had no ability to knock down the opponent and give Feng Yi no time to arrive; fleeing was the only sensible choice. Seeing Ye Erniang toss the steel staff aloft, he immediately lunged forward to catch the staff falling from the air.

But before he could reach it, Ye Erniang's body, wind‑borne and bloody, came flying at him; this shows that when Feng Yi faces an enemy, he knows his movements as well as the lines of his palm.

Having reached this point, Duan Yanqing dared not dodge, for the chance to seize the steel staff existed only in that instant; startled and angry, he could only strike with his right palm at Ye Erniang's chest and grab for the staff with his left hand.

But upon contacting Ye Erniang's body, his chest felt as if struck by a heavy fist, extremely painful; Ye Erniang's body was shaken by Duan Yanqing's palm and instantly flew outward.

With a booming crash, she struck the courtyard wall, which collapsed in a section; Ye Erniang fell at the wall's base, blood pouring from her mouth incessantly, before she could finish spitting it out, her fragrance faded and her jade shattered—she breathed her last.

She had always used the child as a means to block others' attacks, never imagining that one day she herself would be used as a weapon, dying at the hands of her sworn elder brother; she could only let a wisp of her fragrant spirit go to find her son.

Feng Yi's move just now was the high technique 'Transmitting Power Through Objects' from the Nine Yin Manual; the recipient feels heavy from afar and light up close.

Ye Erniang was sent flying by his palm, not suffering his internal force directly; rather, she was killed by the shock of Duan Yanqing's palm.

Feng Yi laughed, 'Indeed, deep sibling affection, hahaha…' In his prolonged laughter, he unleashed his palm again, wind howling like tigers, striking Duan Yanqing's chest.

Duan Yanqing didn't even consider killing Ye Erniang a big deal; in his eyes these three were merely tools to aid his revenge, lacking any genuine feeling. But then a mighty, matchless force surged toward him; having just pushed Ye Erniang away with his right palm, his breath had not yet settled, and the hand that had originally reached for the staff had no time to grip it, hastily switching to use the One Yang Finger to fend off the attack.

And in that split second, a strange thing occurred, startling Duan Yanqing greatly: Feng Yi's palm power alternated between release and restraint, its mighty rigid force suddenly turning into supple, winding softness; his One Yang Finger thrust felt as if it had sunk into a mire.

Duan Yanqing felt that Feng Yi's palm power was truly terrifying; if this strike landed solidly, it would certainly break bones and tendons and cost his life on the spot; even his defensive effort was immensely formidable.

As the saying goes, 'The utmost softness under heaven can drive the utmost hardness,' but Duan Yanqing's skill still fell short of Feng Yi's; this release of force left him feeling as if every joint in his body wanted to shatter, with 'crack crack' sounds, pain nearly making him faint.

Only then did Duan Yanqing understand that Feng Yi not only possessed deeper internal energy, but his method of exerting force was also superior; at once a feeling of being unable to match him rose in his heart, and his fighting spirit vanished completely,

Yet at this moment Feng Yi's palm power burst forth completely; even though Duan Yanqing could roam the world, how could he possibly withstand a blow equivalent to the combined force of himself and Feng Yi?

In an instant, Duan Yanqing's body seemed like a broken‑string paper kite, flailing in mid‑air; the force recoiled downward, and a mouthful of blood, held back again and again, finally could not be restrained and spurted out as a spray of blood.

Duan Yanqing's blue clothes were soaked through with blood; his palm force dispersed from his arm, and in an instant his arm bones, chest bones, ribs, and indeed every bone in his body snapped inch by inch; he flew five zhang and collapsed like mud on the ground.

Duan Yanqing struggled to rise, yet had no strength and collapsed; darkness filled his vision, and his final thought was, 'It turns out today is the day my evil reaches its full extent,' his eyes wide open.

These four evils, who roamed the world committing countless misdeeds and whom none could control, were ultimately defeated by Feng Yi, this visitor from beyond!

Feng Yi looked around, seeing the corpses of the three evils, and suddenly felt a bit disappointed; in a previous life someone said that Yue Lao San, the Crane in the Clouds, could stand shoulder‑to‑shoulder with the Five Absolutes, and Ye Erniang, whose martial arts surpassed theirs, naturally exceeded the Five Absolutes as well.

Duan Yanqing was far stronger than they, and although he dismissed this ridiculous notion with a sneer, he thought they could at least give him some pressure; who would have guessed the outcome would be like this—after killing three of them, he felt none of the tension he had when facing Xiao Yuanshan, the gap between these people and him being too great!

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No wonder in the original plot Qiao Feng tossed Yue Lao San like a ball.

Feng Yi couldn't help thinking, 'Alas, if I were alone, I could kill anyone I met; wouldn't I end up killing all these plot characters?'

Really damn boring; it seems I must quickly study the divine art, regain my peak, then climb higher, and facing the Sweeping Monk is the true way!

Feng Yi kept pondering, while the others were like clay and wood sculptures, nobody knowing what to say or what to do.

The Huang family had always seen Feng Yi as gentle, but now he had killed three people without a pause—was this still the Feng Yi they knew?

Qin Hongmian and Mu Wanqing stared at Feng Yi in disbelief, their mouths open, completely dumbfounded.

Feng Yi's slaying of the three evils, when described, sounds lengthy, but in reality it took only the span of a rabbit's rise and a falcon's descent—just the time it took him to utter a few words.

These three could almost be said to have only defensive capability, with no power to strike back.

No, to be precise, Duan Yanqing still had a bit of defensive ability but no offensive power, while Ye Erniang and Yue Lao San had not even the slightest room to resist.

How can one person's martial arts be this high?

Mu Wanqing used to think her master, that is her mother, had very high martial arts, and she even compared Ye Erniang to her.

Later, seeing the three dukes and four guards of Dali, their martial arts were roughly comparable to the three evils, and there were even those who surpassed them, such as her father Duan Zhengchun and the Marquis Gao Shengtai, yet none could match Duan Yanqing.

Who would have thought that Duan Yanqing, who seemed unattainably high in her eyes, would also have such a miserable day!

Indeed, 'Among the strong there are stronger hands, and beyond one mountain lies another higher.'

While thinking, Feng Yi regained his usual grin, as if nothing had happened, glanced at everyone, and said, 'Let's go then, what are you looking at?'

Only then did the others come to their senses; Huang Shang said, 'A person's death is paramount—should we bury their bodies?'

Feng Yi waved his hand, 'Never mind; these evil scoundrels have killed countless people, who knows how many have been left to rot in the wilderness, ignored—today they too should taste this fate, treating it as a good deed for wild dogs and vicious wolves.'

Everyone was stunned by this, but Mu Wanqing said, 'Not bad; we should also let everyone know that the Four Great Evils were slain by Hero Feng.'

Feng Yi shook his head, 'No, you mother and daughter must promise me that today's affairs must not be spread abroad.'

Mu Wanqing couldn't help wondering, 'Why? You killed them, yet that would be a glorious deed that elevates the martial world and heartens the people!'

Qin Hongmian also said, 'Yes, back in the Myriad Calamities Valley of Dali, the master of the Wuliang Cave, Xin Shuangqing, once told them that heroes and good men have not yet died out in the jianghu; even if your skills as the 'Four Great Evils of the World' are supreme, you will ultimately not escape justice.'

Heh, Ye Erniang, the Crane in the Clouds, still doesn't think so; you killed them, who knows how many will be grateful to you.

Feng Yi furrowed his brows, feeling uneasy, thinking, 'Only someone of Qiao Feng's caliber could kill the Four Great Evils of the World; they each have their own major affairs—either they have no time to attend, or they have ulterior motives—so only I have come!'

In the original plot, when Qiao Feng met the Four Great Evils, he grasped their movements with his lightness skill, yet he did not kill them; thus these four later appeared again in Su Xinghe's chess game, Xu Zhu receiving pointers from Duan Yanqing, breaking the Zhenlong chessboard, and acquiring Xiao Yaozi's entire martial arts.

Now then…

Thus he waved his hand, turning to the others and said, 'All right, let's go quickly; after that fight I'm hungry!'

Qin Hongmian and her daughter, upon hearing this, understood his meaning, and awed by Feng Yi's unfathomable martial arts, they respectfully clasped their fists and said, 'We will naturally obey your orders.'

Feng Yi gave a slight nod, led the way out of the temple, and looked around.

Qin Hongmian recalled the previous events and asked Huang Shang, 'Sir, do you know where the Small Mirror Lake is?'

Huang Shang replied, 'When I was formerly posted outside the capital as an official, I once knew that place!' He then gave the address to the two women.

At present they only had a child who wanted his mother; the others didn't know what to do with him, but Huang Shang's wife said to entrust him to her care.

Everyone then exchanged farewells, and Qin Hongmian and her daughter set off to find the Small Mirror Lake.

Feng Yi and company resumed their journey, traveling several li along the official road; Huang Wan'er could no longer restrain her curiosity and asked, 'Brother Feng, do you often kill people?'

Feng Yi laughed, 'How come you say that?'

Huang Wan'er said: "When you just killed someone, your eyes were icy cold to the bone, like a cold pool; I didn't dare to look, and I also felt you seemed to enjoy this feeling, so I think you've killed not ten thousand, but eight thousand!"

Feng Yi couldn't help but be stunned, thinking: "Of course! How many people have died because of me? Far more than ten thousand!"

Huang Shang laughed and scolded: "Dead girl, you just make up nonsense, spout ridiculousness, and still enjoy it."

But speaking of it, Wan'er's feeling just now I also have, Brother Feng, what's going on?

Feng Yi smiled and said: "It's nothing, just that these few people's conduct is disgusting."

During this period when Duan Yanqing took revenge, he slaughtered the whole family of others; that would have been bad enough, but he actually gave the brother and sister aphrodisiacs to make them commit incest, ruining the reputation of the Dali Duan clan, and the most ridiculous part is that he claims to be the legitimate successor of Dali.

Then you say, the Duan family has lost its morals and decayed its virtue; what good does it do for him as an heir of the Duan family?

It's clear that this person, for the sake of revenge, has become utterly mad.

Moreover, the mindset of disabled people differs from that of ordinary people; they feel the world is unfair, why they are like this, and their actions are vicious and cruel, even more so than ordinary people, and some people can be called perverted in their conduct; his martial arts are too high, having encountered him today, we must kill him, otherwise when he takes revenge he will use any means possible.

Feng Yi recalled the original plot where Yue Lao San obeyed him, but Yue Lao San refused to harm Duan Yu, yet was beaten to death by Duan Yanqing with a staff, the means were vicious, completely lacking any brotherly bond.

Afterwards, Duan Yanqing also captured Duan Zhengchun together with his lover, intending to kill them one by one to force Duan Zhengchun to submit.

After all, his dealing with Duan Zhengchun is for the throne; but the emperor is Duan Zhengming, so he cannot touch Duan Zhengming and thus goes after Duan Zhengchun.

The despicable act of kidnapping relatives to extort; once Feng Yi makes a move, he must kill them, otherwise it would be irresponsible toward his own kin and friends.

Huang Shang and his daughter heard that Duan Yanqing gave the siblings drugs to force them into incest; this conduct simply makes one's hair stand on end.

Huang Shang said word by word: "Deserving of death! Deserving of killing!"

Huang Wan'er said: "Only today has he truly let his evil reach its full extent, fulfilling this epithet!"

Feng Yi also said: "You've also heard of Lady Ye Er Niang, who does all kinds of evil; because her own son was snatched, she snatches others' children, over twenty years, one a day, amounting to tens of thousands of children who don't know who their biological parents are; those parents who can't find their children suffer pain that those who haven't lost a child cannot feel, yet one can imagine it! So killing her, I also think it's deserved."

He thought: "I'd like to see what reaction the Abbot Xuan Ci would have after killing her; would he not acknowledge this affair, or would he seek revenge on me?"

This thought flashed by, then he continued: "As for the South Sea Crocodile God, killing and rape are his nature; he never cares whether there is any grudge."

He is called "Xiong Shen E Sha", the evil character ranking third, and he is known to all as the third of the Four Great Evils.

But he calls himself "Yue Lao Er", while others don't know, because of the phrase "Yue Lao Three" — how many people have had their necks twisted over that?

Just relying on his martial arts being higher than theirs, if my martial arts are a bit stronger, killing him would be guilt-free!

Therefore, this is my dissatisfaction with their actions, hence my heart remains undisturbed, not because I have killed many people!

Saying this, fearing they wouldn't believe, he added: "Actually, I dislike killing the most; to me, few people make me feel challenged or valuable."

Huang Wan'er let out an oh, then said: "So you don't like the martial world?"

Feng Yi said: "I don't like the strife in the martial world, but I like the martial arts there."

Huang Wan'er laughed: "Could this be the meaning of making friends through martial arts?"

Feng Yi smiled and said nothing.

(End of chapter)