Chapter 208

Upon saying this, everyone frowned; if one said Murong Fu was arrogant enough, Feng Yi had an even more overbearing air, simply a lunatic.

Not mentioning Murong Fu's reputation, just his concealed-weapon technique earlier was truly top-notch mastery; even if Feng Yi could defeat Murong Fu by a move or half, to say let him decide his own fate is pure not treating Murong Fu as a person.

"Bullshit—" Bao Bu Tong flushed purple with anger: "My skills may be inferior, I got a bowl-sized scar on my head; whoever let you save me, that person is a grandson."

"Not bad, not bad." Feng Bo E clapped and laughed loudly: "That's what the Murong family ought to say."

Before he finished speaking, suddenly Feng Yi said: "You all are heroes; how can one who fears no death be intimidated by death?"

While speaking, he glanced at everyone, a faint cold smile curling his lips: "If Murong Gongzi claims I deliberately implicated you friends to deal with him, then if he doesn't restore your honor, isn't that lacking righteousness, utterly spineless?"

Murong Fu thought "how unlucky", then saw Wang Yuyan gazing steadily, her eyes full of worry; Murong Fu felt desolate: "You're so sure, I'm not as good as him?"

Wang Yuyan unaware of his thoughts, yet heard A Zi's sharp voice: "My elder brother looks down on all under heaven, commands the wind and clouds, his mind as vast as the sea; how could he devise a plan to implicate others to deal with you? I don't know if you think too highly of yourself or are too petty, imagining everyone as you are."

Let me tell you, it's those fair-weather friends of yours, clearly useless third-rate goods, yet insisting on putting on a hero's air—that's why you're bringing suffering on yourself! Alas, Murong Gongzi, you have let everyone down; after all, you're still cowardly!

Everyone here has their own little schemes; only A Zi is pure—she just loves to watch the excitement, no matter how big the affair.

Whether one wants to watch Su Xinghe and Ding Chunqiu spar, or Feng Yi and Murong Fu spar, it's the same idea.

Anyway, in her eyes, Feng Yi is invincible under heaven!

How could she understand the pressure and burden borne by Su Xinghe, Murong Fu and the like—where winning a hundred times is fine, but a single loss would ruin their reputation.

Especially when there are many spectators, one must act with careful thought; especially Murong Fu, whose reputation is illustrious, he cannot afford to lose.

Precisely out of fear, if anyone else spoke to Murong Fu like that, he would have already attacked.

As A Zi's words left her mouth, Deng BaiChuan and Gong Ye Qian each showed shame, wishing they could crack the ground and crawl in; Bao Bu Tong's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; Feng Bo E gritted his teeth, fists clenched—if she weren't a girl, he would have already lunged.

"A Zi!" Duan Yu couldn't restrain himself, saying: "Don't be rude!"

He had been taught chivalry since childhood, feeling the Murong clan were all virtuous, while A Zi was not virtuous; seeing her mock others, he naturally wanted to stop her.

A Zi giggled: "Who are you, what right do you have to manage me?"

Duan Yu blinked, then smiled: "I'm your older brother, you don't know?"

Everyone had long heard of Duan Zhengchun's romantic exploits; at this moment they weren't particularly surprised.

Yet A Zi laughed: "Oh, I certainly don't have a useless brother like you!"

The faces of the Four Guards of Dali were all grim; Chu Wanli snapped: "What did you say?"

A Zi glanced at them, sneering: "I know, you four have always been arrogant, not treating me as your master; previously I let it slide for my father's sake, but from now on, if you dare disrespect me again, I'll make you regret it!"

Duan Yu's eyes showed disbelief as he said: "A Zi, you're young but always cause trouble; Chu Wanli, your elder brother Chu, has no grudge against you, yet you toy with him; with so many heroes here, how can you speak without restraint, utterly losing propriety?"

"Propriety? Heroes?" A Zi pursed her lips, humphing: "You sure know how to put on an older-brother act with me. This is the first time you've ever spoken to me, and you're not warm at all, yet you lecture people—what propriety is that?"

Speaking with a hint of mockery: "You, in front of all these heroes, upon seeing Wang Yuyan lose your composure, your soul unsettled; my mother said you are the heir to the Dali crown prince, future king of Dali—I must ask, in your current state, does Dali still have any semblance of a state? Who between us is truly lacking in propriety?"

Duan Yu seemed to have been hit on the head with a stick, looking flustered, like a defeated rooster.

Only hearing A Zi continue: "When this Miss Wang entered, her eyes were on Murong Gongzi alone; you didn't even notice this living person before you. Yet you rush to defend someone else's sweetheart, coming to lecture me, your own younger sister—is this what you call brotherly-sisterly affection among heroes?"

She spoke quickly and urgently; Duan Yu's heart felt both sour and hot, nearly bringing tears to his eyes.

The Murong family members, while listening, were fuming: "What does it mean to stand up for a lover?"

Feng Yi, however, noticed A Zi's strength—she blurts out what others dare not say, or find inconvenient to say.

Wang Yuyan kept glancing at Murong Fu's expression, feeling both worry and pity.

Murong Fu's face darkened; he barked: "Enough!"

"What are you glaring for?" A Zi, unafraid, shouted: "If you've got the skill, exchange two moves with my elder brother!"

Even with Murong Fu's good composure, his eyes were icy and chilling, his right hand already on the sword hilt: "I've long wanted to learn your high techniques."

Feng Yi smiled faintly: "You walked over without stirring dust, showing that your martial arts have indeed progressed this past year. However, your inner strength is lacking; forcing yourself to learn profound arts has caused yin-yang imbalance, heavy chill, hence your rather pale complexion."

If you fight me, the chill will only increase; better to end your life yourself than die by my hand.

I would not win by dishonorable means, and your followers need not seek revenge against me, lest I kill them again.

I act out of goodwill to fulfill the righteousness of not implicating your friends—why don't you understand?

Feng Yi had long seen that Murong Fu, like himself, had excessive internal yin energy, hence his pale complexion.

Upon hearing this, everyone exclaimed in surprise, "What?" Their voices varied in order and pitch; Feng Yi could tell from their tones that each harbored their own thoughts.

Even Murong Fu's face changed dramatically; he stared at Feng Yi in disbelief.

Wang Yuyan's heart raced; she said: "Cousin, are you injured?"

Murong Fu said nothing, his whole body trembling as past events surged into his mind.

Know that Murong Fu studied martial assiduously from youth, progressing swiftly; last time he coincidentally met Yan Longyuan in Tokyo, and under his guidance and urging, his martial arts greatly improved.

Yan Longyuan not only secretly transmitted the "Participation Harmony Finger," but also guided him in internal cultivation; at this point Murong Fu's martial arts surpass those of the original storyline's Murong Fu.

However, Yan Longyuan was merely an alias of Murong Bo; this so-called Participation Harmony Finger was also a product Murong Bo devised over thirty years in the Shaolin Sutra Storage Pavilion, evolving from Shaolin finger techniques, so the former Murong Fu simply did not possess it.

This time, because of Feng Yi, father and son met in Tokyo; Murong Bo, assuming the name Yan Longyuan, passed on the Participation Harmony Finger he had comprehended to Murong Fu.

However, Murong Bo, due to practicing Shaolin arts, accumulated excessive yin energy, internal wind-cold blockage; Murong Fu's inner strength far falls short of his, making yin-yang hard to harmonize, naturally he too suffers this ailment.

How could Murong Fu know that Feng Yi need not even spar with him to expose his basics, and further discern the depth of his martial arts' timing? He deeply knew Feng Yi's martial prowess was already astonishing, yet he didn't expect his insight and vision to surpass even his martial arts.

In an instant, myriad feelings welled up in Murong Fu, leaving him speechless.

Others unaware of Murong Fu's training with Yan Longyuan, yet seeing his expression knew Feng Yi's words were surely true; the field fell silent, only the wind rustling the pines made a soft whistling.

Jūmó Zhì sighed softly: "Ah, thinking back, Murong Bo the elder lay devotee's Star Shift once shook the martial world; who would have thought hearing a single word would make him dare not draw his sword? I also don't know what feelings his old friend in the afterlife might have."

Everyone hearing this wore strange expressions, all knowing he was trying to provoke a fight between Murong Fu and Feng Yi.

A Zi, however, beamed: "Naturally, it's because there's no successor, feeling disappointed—what else can one do?"

Bao Bu Tong spat: "Pure nonsense! What disappointment? I see it's just the Feng-surname fellow deliberately pretending to be mystical!"

"Not pretending to be mystical!" Su Xinghe suddenly interjected: "Murong Gongzi indeed has an injury!"

The crowd erupted in an uproar,

Xue Muhua had the reputation of a divine doctor; his master's medical skill is easy to imagine; Wang Yuyan urged: "Old sir, please save my cousin."

Su Xinghe gave a hehe smile, raised his voice and said: "Indeed, the world is vast, talents abound; I never expected that Young Master Feng's martial arts are peerless, and he is also deeply versed in medicine; at a glance he saw Young Master Murong's illness; I, old man, am impressed; let's go play chess!"

Wuya Zi set down the rule back then, aiming to seek someone who could solve the chess game, not to save people; moreover, Su Xinghe, upon seeing Wang Yuyan's appearance, felt a dislike in his heart—how could he bother!

Feng Yi laughed and said: "Let Young Master Murong go first; they've been looking for half a day, we can't let them come for nothing!"

Su Xinghe gave a slight nod: "Young Master Murong, please!"

Murong Fu knew his yin energy was too excessive, and he reckoned that with time he could balance yin and yang.

Thus he came to the appointment; when Duan Yu was solving it, he had been watching the chess game from behind the trees for a long time, confident he had figured out the solution, so he made a move, immediately walking to the chessboard, picking up a white stone, and entering the game.

Kumozhi smiled and said: "Young Master Murong, though your martial arts are strong, this game of chess is probably just ordinary."

Saying that, he placed a black stone.

Murong Fu said: "Not necessarily will I lose to you."

Saying that, he placed a white stone. Kumozhi responded with a move.

This move was completely beyond Murong Fu's expectation; his originally well-laid overall plan came to nothing, and he had to start thinking from scratch. After a long while, he placed another stone.

Kumozhi thought extremely quickly, and then placed a stone.

The two, one fast and one slow, had placed more than twenty stones,

Kumozhi suddenly burst into loud laughter, saying: "Young Master Murong, let's part ways!"

Murong Fu angrily said: "How you're messing around like this! Then you come and try to solve it."

Kumozhi laughed and said: "This chess game, originally no one in the world could solve it; it was made to toy with people. As a humble monk, I know my limits and do not wish to waste effort on something pointless."

Young Master Murong, in the jianghu you dare not face Great Hero Feng head-on; in the chess game you can't even escape my entanglement on the edge, and yet you still aspire to dominate the Central Plains?

Murong Fu's heart jolted; in an instant a hundred feelings surged, and he kept thinking over that sentence: 'In the jianghu I dare not face Feng Yi directly; in the chess game I can't even escape his entanglement on the edge.'

These days he has been studying the 'Three-Union Finger', practicing day and night, and has made some progress; against others he fears no one, yet the flick of sleeve power Feng Yi showed him on Fanlou Tower constantly haunts Murong Fu; no matter how he trains, he feels inferior to Feng Yi, and an inexplicable fear arises in his heart.

Therefore, now facing Feng Yi, he knows that not striking would show weakness, damaging his prestige, yet he still dares not strike.

Because a fight with Feng Yi would surely end in defeat, which would be even more humiliating; by then the rumors about the Fanlou incident would surely reverse, claiming that Feng Yi did not flee in defeat, but that Murong Fu is incapable of withstanding a single blow, that others are broad-minded and unwilling to quarrel, while he basely plays the villain, deliberately spreading rumors to tarnish Feng Yi's reputation.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu broke out in a cold sweat,

Then A Zi laughed and said: 'Ah, the Murong family really are all people lacking self-awareness!'

She is of a nature that never suffers a loss; just now Baotong coldly mocked and ridiculed Duan Yu, speaking ill of the Duan family, and since she also bears the Duan surname, seizing the opportunity, how could she not retaliate?

Murong Fu suddenly let out a loud shout, loudly saying: 'Good, I will come to learn your martial arts!'

His body swayed, his feet not touching the ground, he moved like a dragon and snake, rushing toward Feng Yi and A Zi.

Everyone was moved; Kumozhi, Ding Chunqiu and others, being proud individuals, could not help but utter a 'good'.

Clang! A flash of light, and Murong Fu's hand now held a dark green long sword; A Zi felt a chilling cold that made her hair stand on end. Feng Yi watched and burst into loud laughter.

His body suddenly leapt from the stone, rising six feet off the ground, flying level toward Murong Fu, with his knees still crossed together.

Murong Fu thrust his sword swiftly at Feng Yi's throat, as fast as a shooting star; but just then, Feng Yi's body suddenly flipped upside down in midair, head down, feet up.

Murong Fu's sword thrust into empty air; its momentum instantly changed, pursuing Feng Yi's form, he thrust six swords in succession, as fast as a single sword.

Feng Yi's entire body was enveloped in swordlight, making him appear hazy, as if lost in a mist.

Deng Baichuan said: 'Miss Wang, please help the young master!'

'I, I...' Wang Yuyan stammered, then felt the world spin and collapsed,

Deng Baichuan was greatly astonished; unexpectedly, someone rushed up from the side: 'Miss Wang!' and supported her.

It turned out to be Duan Yu.

Wang Yuyan paid attention to Murong Fu, and Duan Yu naturally kept his eyes on Wang Yuyan all the time; under the 'Lotus Wave Microstep', Wang Yuyan could not even think of falling!

Clang! A beam of silver light shot straight up; although Wang Yuyan was unwilling in her heart, she dared not glance at Feng Yi again.

As it turned out, Murong Fu drew his sword quickly, but Feng Yi was even faster; he flipped in midair, and with his left middle finger flicked in accordance with the motion, striking Murong Fu's long sword in real time.

Murong Fu immediately felt a yin cold emanating from the sword, his whole body shivering, the hilt feeling like a lump of ice; had he not cultivated superior internal energy for over twenty years, he would have gone limp like Deng Baichuan and others, but he could not hold onto the sword, which instantly seemed to grow wings and flew up into midair.

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But Murong Fu's martial skills were truly extraordinary; in this perilous situation, he pointed his left finger at Feng Yi's vital pulse point, and with his right hand jabbed at his lower abdomen's qi sea.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yi flicked his long sword away; with his palm, three fingers outward and two inward, he not only dissolved Murong Fu's attack but also rebounded it onto his shoulder.

Feng Yi's three consecutive moves—leaping, flicking the sword, and striking with the palm—were unrelated yet flowed together in one breath, smooth as drifting clouds and water, swift as lightning and flint; thus Wang Yuyan, trying to see his move clearly, felt dizzy.

Seeing Feng Yi's hand strike toward his shoulder, Murong Fu's thoughts turned electric; he abandoned the finger and changed to a palm, shielding his shoulder; unexpectedly, this palm force was strange—appearing to strike the shoulder, it actually hit his lower stance.

This move was neither fist nor palm, but the 'Hidden Dragon, Do Not Use' from the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms; Murong Fu hastily flipped out with a somersault, but felt his belt tighten, and as his gaze fell, he saw his scabbard already taken by Feng Yi; though he dodged most of the force, his legs were still swept by the residual power, truly causing excruciating pain in his bones and joints, numbness in half his body, and with a thud he fell to the ground.

And Feng Yi's form did not stop; he somersaulted upside down in midair, raised the scabbard overhead—clang! —and the sword fell straight back into its sheath.

Feng Yi also gently floated back onto the stone, sitting cross-legged as before, calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.

Everyone present was stunned.

All this seemed lengthy, but in fact, from the moment Murong Fu moved to being disarmed and driven back, it took no longer than the time for Deng Baichuan to utter a sentence.

Even Jiumo Zhi, Ding Chunqiu, Xuannan, Xuanton, and the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass, etc., had some suspicions in their hearts; given Feng Yi's high martial arts, they estimated Murong Fu would not be a match, but they still hoped to see more details.

Yet they never expected the defeat to be so swift, nor did they expect Feng Yi's martial arts to reach such a level!

Before, Azi said Feng Yi was invincible under heaven; they thought it was love making the lover see Xi Shi, but now this is fact.

Feng Yi's swift strike, keen eyesight, and accurate judgment are simply unimaginable.

Moreover, the final move even shocked Jiumo Zhi, Ding Chunqiu, etc., causing them to lose color; Feng Yi's strike point just now was clearly on Murong Fu's shoulder, yet the force spread everywhere and Murong Fu was hit in the lower body—this seemingly-but-not technique truly astonishes the world.

They had reason to believe that if Feng Yi could strike from above and then fall, he could also strike from below and attack upward, and the same goes for left and right!

This is simply impossible to guard against!

Su Xinghe couldn't help but think: 'I've heard our sect has a White Rainbow Palm skill that can bend and stretch as desired, yet it's extremely difficult to master; Feng Yi is so young, how can he be so accomplished?'

Seeing Feng Yi's divine skill, some felt their hearts turn ice-cold, some fell into a daze, and some were even more desperate.

In short, everyone gazed at Feng Yi, suddenly feeling somewhat unfamiliar.

Being unfamiliar is not the reason for appearance.

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But it's martial arts!

Every move he makes feels unfamiliar.

No matter who comes, he stays completely relaxed and at ease.

Because the person lying on the ground now is not a stranger.

But it is the most renowned "Gusu Murong" in the martial world.

He is the Murong who was as famous as the former Beggar Gang chief Qiao Feng, dividing the martial world into north and south, yet in Feng Yi's hands he seemed like a three-year-old child.

These experts at least managed to see Feng Yi's move; most only felt that when Feng Yi turned, his hands moved slightly, and Murong Fu flew straight out, not seeing what technique he used.

For example, the one called Wang Yuyan, who is said to be versed in all martial arts under heaven, let alone seeing Feng Yi's moves clearly; with just a flicker of her figure and a wave of her hands, she felt dizzy and could not help Murong Fu at all.

Because true experts strike so swiftly that their hands are faster than their thoughts.

Thus some people appear slow-witted yet possess peerless martial arts and excel in combat, like Guo Jing: his bodily reactions often outpace his thoughts; many times he himself does not know what move he will make, and no matter how keen others' eyesight, they cannot be faster than his heart.

Again, for example, Hong Qigong could anticipate and name the techniques of the Liang Zongwai sect master Liang Ziyong before they were used, but once the opponent was on guard, his striking speed far exceeded Hong Qigong's speech speed, so Hong Qigong couldn't even speak in time, and Huang Rong naturally couldn't win.

Especially with experts like Feng Yi, whose striking speed is so great that not only ordinary people, but even those who have trained internal energy for years will feel dizzy, let alone Wang Yuyan—there is no time for her to see a move and call it out.

What she can perceive to break the enemy only works against mediocre opponents!

When encountering a true expert, it's pure waste!

Wang Yuyan also realized this; at this moment her bright eyes had already become dazed, feeling that all the countless days and nights she spent studying martial arts classics were ultimately useless, tears streaming down, utterly forgetting that her cousin lay on the ground and that she was leaning on Duan Yu.

Experts were reconsidering; if they were in Murong Fu's place, how would they face it? Others were even more intimidated by Feng Yi's peerless divine skill and majestic bearing, not knowing what to say, so the field fell into silence.

The one who broke the silence was, of course, A Zi.

Only saw her clapping and jumping, shouting, "Big brother, great, great!" She leapt into Feng Yi's embrace, but suddenly jumped up again because she felt his body was icy cold.

Murong Fu suddenly sprang up, exhaling a breath that was actually dark and cold chill.

It turned out that Murong Fu had just expelled his qi and changed his strength, pushing the cold toxin out of his body, but he was already soaked in cold sweat.

He believed Wang Yuyan's judgment that the opponent's martial prowess was truly far above his own.

Feng Yi saw him exhale a black breath, nodded and said, "This technique must be the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, indeed impressive; today you are wounded, my victory would not be martial, take back this sword!"

He then threw back the sword he had seized.

Everyone saw that before his victory he was arrogantly proud, but after winning he praised his defeated subordinates sincerely, lacking any petty arrogance; this truly is a first-rate bearing among people, causing even Jiumozhi and Ding Chunqiu to show respect.

Murong Fu, however, did not take the sword, merely stared at Feng Yi, silent for a long moment.

Feng Yi said, "Know that there are people beyond people, mountains beyond mountains; a narrow mind easily overflows—you had best conduct yourself well." He spoke with earnest sincerity.

Jiumozhi sighed and said softly, "Young Master Murong's skill is not pure, only at sixty percent of its potential, far below what your father achieved; you lack self-awareness and should know that victory and defeat are common in warfare—this conduct of yours, heh, the Gusu Murong line truly has no successors!"

These words, once spoken, actually made people feel heavy-headed; Wang Yuyan felt even more drowsy.

"No successors!" Murong Fu's heart filled with sorrow: "My aunt said my ambition to restore Murong is delusional; my cousin said my martial arts fall short of Qiao Feng's; today I suffered another defeat before Feng Yi—such is time and fate, what more can I say?"

Suddenly he shouted loudly, drew his sword and slashed at his own neck. No one expected this; Deng BaiChuan and others rushed up to rescue, but all were a step too late.

Duan Yu pointed with his index finger and shouted, "You must not do this!"

Only a "hiss" was heard; Murong Fu's long sword trembled, then with a "clang" it fell to the ground.

Jiumozhi laughed and said, "Master Duan, what a fine move of the Six Meridian Divine Sword!"

Only then did Wang Yuyan free herself from the illusion, grasping Murong Fu's hand and shaking it repeatedly, calling, "Cousin, cousin!"

Murong Fu was also somewhat startled, wondering how he could have thought of suicide.

Although proud, losing to Feng Yi—who had slain the Four Evils of the world and was bosom friends with Qiao Feng—was not so unacceptable.

Suddenly an aged voice sounded: "Prince of Ming, since you repeatedly say that Old Master Murong is your old friend, you first stirred up conflict between Murong Fu and the great hero Feng Yi, and now you mock and sneer at your own junior, using mental power to drive him to suicide—such conduct is hardly befitting a Buddhist high monk and the old friend of Mr. Murong."

As the voice spoke, a gray-clad person stood upright before everyone.

No one saw how he arrived; everyone was startled.

Seeing his tall, slender frame, yet just by standing there he seemed as deep as an abyss and as lofty as a mountain; his face was covered by a cloth, so his appearance could not be seen, but the opening and closing of his eyes shot out two strands of fierce light that made one dare not look up.

Everyone saw his astonishing martial arts; Xuan Nan, Ding Chunqiu and others, who considered themselves well-versed and having met countless people, still did not know his origin.

Murong Fu, however, looked surprised and delighted, calling out "Master…" but hastily stopped himself.

Jiumozhi gave a cold snort and said, "Who are you?"

"I understand!" Duan Yu exclaimed, "It's him, him, exactly him! This monk is skilled at bewitching people's minds; that day he seized me at Yanziwo, intending to go to the Murong family's Returning Water Pavilion to read books; Ah Zhu and Ah Bi sister took me away by boat, but on the way we heard his words, and the two sisters almost steered the boat back!"

The reason he dealt with Murong Gongzi was that he resented Ah Zhu sister for saving me, preventing him from going to the Murong house to view the martial arts marvels, holding a grudge, and thus he resorted to his old tricks.

"So that's how it is!" Pak Tong cursed, "You bald donkey…"

Jiumozhi gave a cold snort, flicked his sleeve at Pak Tong with a "hiss"; the gray-clad person also flicked his sleeve with a "hiss"; the fingers in their sleeves clashed, and both bodies swayed slightly—actually they were evenly matched.

The gray-clad person then extended his index finger to point empty-handed; Duan Yu fell with a "thud", immediately flipped up and sprang back, hastily retreating far from the gray-clad person.

Duan Yu's internal energy was profound, yet he knew no martial arts, utterly lacking the skill to discern sound and form; everyone felt alarmed, knowing that taking his life would be as easy as turning over one's hand.

The gray-clad person proclaimed loudly, "This is your Murong family's 'Canhe Finger'! I learned it from your ancestors back then, but only picked up some superficial skills; the Murong family of Gusu's hereditary martial arts are miraculous and profound, rare in the present age, and who knows how many more wondrous techniques they possess."

Hehe, could you, a youngster with only a smidgen of practice, have earned the fame of the Gusu Murong's 'Using Their Method Against Them'?

Everyone had been awed by the reputation of "Gusu Murong", but seeing Murong Fu defeated by Feng Yi, then provoked by a few words from Jiumozhi to attempt suicide, and then having his sword knocked away by Duan Yu's finger, they all thought: "Meeting falls short of hearing; Gusu Murong is merely an empty reputation—does this even deserve to stand alongside Qiao Feng, each holding half the world?"

Upon seeing that gray-clad person display this divine skill, and hearing him say he had only learned some superficial aspects of the Murong family's 'Canhe Finger', they could not help but renew their respect for the four characters 'Gusu Murong'.

Feng Yi secretly amused, Murong Bo originally appeared in the plot to restore honor to the Murong family, and now he has come again.

Yet no one knows why this old man has come to Lei Gu Mountain.

But thinking that I met two father-son pairs in Tokyo, this trajectory naturally changed; in the original plot Murong Fu had no grudge against me, and Murong Bo would be at ease wherever he went, but now that I am present, such a gathering of heroes naturally makes him uneasy.

If I did not beat Murong Fu and make him lose face, that old fox would probably not show up!

While pondering, I saw Jiumozhi smiling broadly, bowing and saying, "You have all seen this; back then the Murong elder benefactor promised me the Six Meridian Divine Sword manual in exchange for the chance to read at the Murong family's Returning Water Pavilion; I brought the Six Meridian Divine Sword–bearing Duan Yu to the Murong manor, but the Murong people went back on their word, deliberately deceiving the little monk; today's affair cannot be wholly blamed on the little monk!"

The gray-clad person gave no reply, let out a long laugh, swayed his body and rushed toward the valley outside; Feng Yi laughed and said, "Wait!" then suddenly lifted his leg and kicked a stone toward the gray-clad person,

The grey-clad figure swept his robe sleeve, flinging the stone aside, but Feng Yi flicked his wide sleeve—already like a falling leaf in an autumn breeze—landing behind the grey-clad figure and striking out with a palm.

No one knew why he was fighting the grey-clad figure; suddenly another silhouette darted out, but in the opposite direction from the grey-clad figure.

(End of chapter)