Chapter 262

Tianmen Daoist, Yue Buqun, Abbess Dingyi and the others are all top‑ranked martial artists and the leaders of the Five Mountains Sword School.

Translation: "Heavenly Gate Daoist, Yue Buqun, Nun Dingyi and others are top-tier masters in the martial world, and also the leaders of the Five Peaks Sword School."

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Feng Yi snatched the Five Mountains command flag, showing he didn't even take them seriously; only when they were startled did they realize they needed to rescue.

Translation: "Feng Yi seized the Five Peaks Command Flag, showing he didn't even consider them worth noticing, but it was too late when they realized they needed to rescue."

Only when they were startled did they realize they needed to rescue.

Let's produce: "Feng Yi seized the Five Peaks Command Flag, showing he didn't even consider them worth noticing; only when they were startled did they realize they needed to rescue."

Feng Yi had already taken the Five Mountains command flag, and Shi Dengda lunged forward like an angry arrow.

Translation: "Feng Yi had already seized the Five Peaks Command Flag, and Shi Dengda shot forward like an angry arrow."

Abbess Dingyi thought that Shi Dengda was a disciple of the Left Alliance Leader, and if he died it would be unpleasant for everyone.

Translation: "Nun Dingyi thought that Shi Dengda was a disciple of the Left Alliance Chief; if he died, it would reflect badly on anyone."

She was close by, sprang up like a great bird, lunged forward, seized Shi Dengda's arm, lifted him up, hoping to redirect and neutralize his momentum.

Translation: "She was nearby, leapt up like a great bird, grabbed Shi Dengda's arm, lifted him upward, intending to redirect and dissipate this momentum."

Unexpectedly, Shi Dengda's body suddenly grew heavy, and Abbess Dingyi was pulled askew; with a loud thud her shoulder hit the wall, shaking the roof, tiles rattling, and dust drifting down.

Translation: "Unexpectedly, Shi Dengda's body suddenly grew heavy, and Nun Dingyi was also pulled askew; with a loud 'Peng!' her shoulder struck the wall, shaking the roof, tiles clattering, and dust drifting down from the ceiling."

Abbess Dingyi felt a tightness in her chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, released her grip, and Shi Dengda fell to the ground, unable to move.

Translation: "Nun Dingyi felt a tightness in her chest, spat a mouthful of blood, loosened her grip, and Shi Dengda fell to the ground, unable to move."

Feng Yi's 'object-transmitted power' technique conceals force within an object; upon contact it releases a powerful rebound, and anyone who grasps or strikes it without sufficient internal strength will surely suffer.

Translation: "Feng Yi's 'Object-Penetrating Power Transfer' hides force within an object; but if someone touches it, the recoil erupts violently, and anyone who catches or collides with it lacking sufficient strength will surely suffer."

Feng Yi knew the Songshan School masters had arrived, hoping they would take charge, but he didn't expect Abbess Dingyi to intervene forcefully, and she ended up bearing the brunt.

Translation: "Feng Yi knew the Songshan Sect masters had arrived; he originally hoped they would take over, but he didn't expect Nun Dingyi to intervene forcefully, and she ended up suffering greatly."

But after Feng Yi's maneuver, once the hall's tile sounds faded, the hall sank into deadly silence.

Translation: "Yet with Feng Yi's method, once the hall's tile sounds faded, the hall had already sunk into utter silence."

Feng Yi laughed, 'Abbess, your heart is kind and benevolent—I admire you.'

Translation: "Feng Yi laughed, 'Nun, your heart is kind and benevolent; I admire you!'"

Nun Dingyi gasped, realizing her injury was serious, she pressed her palms together and gave a wry smile: 'Master Feng, your divine skill is unrivaled; I, the old nun, bow in reverence.'

We need to correct the typo: the name should be Dingyi. We'll translate as Nun Dingyi.

Translation: "Nun Dingyi gasped, knowing her injury was serious, she pressed her palms together and gave a bitter smile: 'Feng the Recluse, your divine skill is unmatched; this old nun bows in respect.'"

All the Five Mountains members heard this and felt disheartened. Last night, Feng Yi defeated Mu Gaofeng and Yu Canghai with just a few moves—one dead, one wounded—while Tianmen Daoist, Yue Buqun, and Abbess Dingyi attacked together, yet he effortlessly neutralized their assault, showing he had plenty to spare. If not for Master Mo Da's appearance, they would surely have suffered a crushing defeat; this person truly deserves the description 'unrivaled divine skill'.

Translation: "All the Five Peaks folks hearing this were disheartened and dispirited. Last night Feng Yi, with three moves and two styles, killed Mu Gaofeng and wounded Yu Canghai; Heavenly Gate Daoist, Yue Buqun, and Nun Dingyi joined forces to attack him, yet he easily and casually resolved it, clearly handling it with ease. If not for Master Mo Da's appearance, they would surely have suffered utter defeat; this person truly deserves the four words 'divine skill unmatched'."

Feng Yi's gaze swept over the Songshan disciples, and he said lightly, 'Is there anyone who thinks my tone is too arrogant? Please step forward.'

Translation: "Feng Yi swept his gaze over the Songshan Sect disciples and said lightly, 'Anyone who thinks my tone is too big, please step forward!'"

His voice rang like metal and stone, his eyes flashed like lightning; as his gaze swept over their faces, none of the Songshan disciples dared to meet his eyes.

Translation: "His voice rang like metal and stone, his eyes flashed like lightning; as his gaze swept over faces, none of the Songshan Sect dared to meet his eyes."

Shi Dengda's face turned purple, and he trembled as he said, 'The Songshan School has no grudge against you; why have you come?'

Translation: "Shi Dengda's face flushed purple, his voice trembling: 'The Songshan Sect has no grudge with you; why have you come?'"

Feng Yi sneered, 'Indeed, a great master produces a great disciple; although you are nervous, being able to say this in front of me shows you have some courage.'

Translation: "Feng Yi coldly laughed, 'Indeed, a great teacher produces outstanding disciples; although you are nervous, being able to say this before me counts for some courage.'"

However, in recent years you Songshan School have relied on the prestige of the other four mountains to intimidate many people; today I, Feng, will expose the true nature of your Songshan School and see whether the Five Mountains Alliance leader truly lives up to his reputation.

Translation: "But in recent years, your Songshan Sect has relied on the prestige of the other four peaks to intimidate many; today I, Feng Mou, will expose the Songshan Sect's true nature and see whether this Five Peaks Alliance Chief lives up to his reputation."

Suddenly, a person on the roof laughed loudly, a yellow shadow flickered, and someone flipped down from the roof.

Translation: "Suddenly, a person on the roof laughed loudly, a yellow shadow flickered, and someone flipped down from the roof."

This person, about forty years old, of medium build and extremely thin, with two whiskers on his upper lip, bowed to Feng Yi and said, 'I am fortunate to meet a master like you today.'

Translation: "This man, about forty, medium build, unusually thin, with two wisps of mouse‑whisker on his upper lip, bowed to Feng Yi and said, 'I am fortunate to meet a master today.'"

Feng Yi couldn't help but smile, his tone mocking: 'Well, I thought the big shots of the Songshan School would have fled with their tails between their legs, but I didn't expect there to be someone with such backbone.'

Translation: "Feng Yi couldn't help but smile, his tone mocking: 'Yo, I thought the Songshan Sect's big shots would all flee with their tails between their legs, but I didn't expect there to be someone with such backbone.'"

Liu Zhengfeng stepped forward two paces, bowed to the newcomer and said with a smile, 'Senior Brother Fei has arrived; why not come down for a drink instead of hiding on the roof and suffering from the sun?'

Translation: "Liu Zhengfeng stepped forward two paces, bowed to the newcomer and smiled: 'Senior Brother Fei has arrived; why not come down for a cup of wine instead of hiding on the roof, suffering from the sun?'"

Liu Zhengfeng recognized this person as the fourth junior brother of the Songshan School's sect leader, surnamed Fei, given name Bin, whose Great Songyang Palm is renowned in the martial world.

Translation: "Liu Zhengfeng recognized this person as the fourth martial brother of the Songshan Sect's sect leader, surname Fei, given name Bin, and his Great Songyang Hand is renowned in the martial world."

Fei Bin smiled slightly and said, 'Brother Liu, there's no need for sarcasm; the Songshan School came here with no intention of offending anyone—not even you—but solely to plead with you, on behalf of the countless martial artists whose lives and livelihoods are at stake, not to retire from the world.'

Translation: "Fei Bin smiled slightly and said, 'Senior Brother Liu, no need for your sarcasm; the Songshan Sect comes here with no intention to offend anyone, not even daring to offend you, Senior Brother Liu, but solely for the lives and livelihoods of countless martial brothers and sisters, we have come to plead with you not to retire.'"

Upon hearing this, all the heroes were astonished, each thinking, 'Whether Brother Liu retires from the world, how could that be related to the lives and livelihoods of countless martial artists?'

Translation: "Upon hearing this, the heroes were all astonished, each thinking: 'Whether Liu Zhengfeng has retired or not, how could that be connected to the lives and livelihoods of countless martial brothers and sisters?'"

Feng Yi laughed loudly, swaggered to the central master's chair, and said, 'You're all eating and drinking heartily; I won't stand on ceremony either,' then he sat down in a bold, unrestrained manner.

Translation: "Feng Yi laughed heartily, swaggered to the central grand master's chair, and said, 'You lot are eating and drinking heartily; I won't stand on ceremony either!' He then sat down with great pomp."

As soon as he sat down, everyone's faces fell, and even Liu Zhengfeng was stunned and didn't know what to do.

Translation: "As he sat down, the entire hall lost color; even Liu Zhengfeng was startled and at a loss."

Many senior martial arts veterans were modestly deferring to each other for seats, yet he showed no courtesy at all.

Translation: "Many martial arts seniors were modestly yielding their seats, yet he showed no courtesy at all."

Linghu Chong said leisurely, 'This extraordinary person truly can do what others cannot and dares what others dare not; he is truly admirable.'

Translation: "Linghu Chong said leisurely, 'This outstanding person of wind and dust truly can do what others cannot and dare not; he is truly admirable.'"

Yue Lingshan asked, 'What is there to admire? What qualifications does he have to sit in the chief seat?'

Translation: "Yue Lingshan asked, 'Admire what? What qualifications does he have to sit in the chief seat?'"

Although her voice was not loud, Feng Yi's skill is such that he hears every movement; he glanced sideways, smirked, and said, 'Is this chair not meant for sitting? Even the emperor's dragon throne—I, Feng, could sit on it if I wanted; what's there that you cannot sit on?'

Translation: "Although her voice was not loud, Feng Yi's power is such that he hears every stir; he glanced sideways, smirked, and said, 'Is this chair not meant for sitting? Even if I, Feng Mou, wanted to sit the emperor's dragon throne, I would; what is there that this chair cannot bear?'"

However, seeing that you are quite handsome, if your father speaks up, I would also be willing to step aside.

Translation: "But seeing you are quite handsome, if only your father would speak, I would also be willing to yield."

Upon hearing this, the heroes fell silent again, all turning their gazes to Yue Buqun.

Translation: "Upon these words, the heroes fell silent again, all turning their gazes toward Yue Buqun."

Yue Buqun, however, remained silent, as if his mind were elsewhere, while inwardly he cursed his daughter for meddling and provoking this madman.

Translation: "Yue Buqun remained silent, as if his mind wandered elsewhere, while inwardly cursing his meddlesome daughter for provoking this madman."

Yue Lingshan raised her voice and said, 'Do you really rely solely on your superior martial strength and have no sense of reason at all?'

Translation: "Yue Lingshan raised her voice: 'Do you really rely solely on your martial strength and refuse to reason at all?'"

Her voice was clear and crisp, her tone full of indignation, her pretty face flushed red, resembling a brilliant rosy cloud, exceedingly lovely.

Translation: "Her voice was clear and bright, her tone full of indignation, her pretty face flushed red, truly like a gorgeous rosy cloud, exquisite and peerless."

Feng Yi thought to himself, 'No wonder Linghu Chong is infatuated; even with Ren Yingying he cannot forget her. Indeed, such a flower‑like person makes it hard to let go; I don't know how this will turn out, but it is somewhat interesting.'

Translation: "Feng Yi thought, 'No wonder Linghu Chong is infatuated; even with Ren Yingying he cannot forget. Indeed, this flower‑like person makes it hard to let go; I don't know how this will turn out, but it is somewhat intriguing.'"

Seeing Feng Yi take the chief seat, Fei Bin's face changed, his thoughts racing, and he said, 'We have no grudge against you; why do you insist on intervening, killing our Songshan disciples and seizing the Five Mountains command flag, truly treating the world's heroes as nothing?'

Translation: "Upon seeing Feng Yi seated in the chief seat, Fei Bin's expression changed, his thoughts racing: 'We have no grudge with you; why bother to intervene on others' behalf, killing my Songshan disciples and seizing the Five Peaks Command Flag, truly not placing the world's heroes in your eyes?'"

'The heroes of the world?' Feng Yi snorted coldly, 'Do you claim to represent the world's heroes, or does the Songshan School alone speak for them? Has Zuo Lengchan really taken himself to be the martial world's overlord?'

Translation: "'Heroes of the world?' Feng Yi snorted, 'Can you represent the world's heroes, or does the Songshan Sect claim to? Zuo Lengchan truly considers himself the hegemon of the martial world.'"

Fei Bin turned his gaze toward the Tianmen Daoist, Abbess Dingyi, and Yue Buqun, and said, 'Are you all just going to watch while my Five Mountains School is so abused?'

Translation: "Fei Bin gazed toward Heavenly Gate Daoist, Nun Dingyi, and Yue Buqun, saying, 'You all just watch as my Five Peaks Sect is so abused?'"

Abbess Dingyi exclaimed angrily, 'No matter how great the matter, it cannot outweigh a single principle; whether it's numbers or strength, are our friends from the Tai Shan, Hua Shan, and Heng Shan schools merely here to eat and ignore affairs?'

Translation: "Nun Dingyi exclaimed indignantly, 'No matter how great the affair, it cannot outweigh a single principle; whether it's numbers or martial prowess, are our Mount Tai, Mount Hua, and Mount Heng sect friends merely here to eat with their eyes open, doing nothing?'"

She was dissatisfied with the Songshan School's seizure of Liu Zhengfeng's family, and also displeased with Feng Yi's use of force to intimidate people here; consequently, both sides ended up opposing each other.

Translation: "She resented the Songshan Sect's seizure of Liu Zhengfeng's family members, and also resented Feng Yi's bullying here with martial force; thus both sides ended up opposing each other."

Feng Yi knew Abbess Dingyi's temperament; she was the only one at Liu Zhengfeng's gathering who dared to act against the Songshan School to protect women and children, so he somewhat admired her, didn't take it to heart, merely smiled slightly and said, 'The Songshan School is a legitimate orthodox sect and the leader of the Five Mountains Sword School; I am merely a humble rustic—how could I dare to contend with a great sect that kidnaps families for ransom?'

Translation: "Feng Yi knew Nun Dingyi's temperament; she was the sole hard‑person at Liu Zhengfeng's gathering who dared to act against the Songshan Sect to protect women and children, so he somewhat admired her, but gave it no thought, merely smiling and saying, 'The Songshan Sect is a legitimate orthodox school and also the chief of the Five Peaks Sword School; I am merely a rustic idler—how could I contend with great sects that seize families as hostages?'"

However, I heard that Elder Liu Three is retiring today, and eight or nine out of ten heroes of the world have gathered; the Songshan School has come in full force to Hengshan City, a rare grand gathering in the martial world, surely there will be wonderful spectacles to behold, which is why I came.

Translation: "However, I heard that Master Liu the Third has retired today, and heroes of the world have come in eight or nine out of ten; the Songshan Sect has even come in force to Hengshan City—this is a rare gathering in the martial world, surely there will be wonderful shows to watch, and that is why I came."

But your school's 'Thousand‑Zhang Pine' hero Shi Da gave me a humiliating blow upon our first meeting—where am I to put my face now?

Translation: "But your sect's 'Thousand‑zhang Pine' Hero Shi gave me a humiliating welcome at first sight—where am I to put my face?"

It seems Master Fei thinks your Songshan School's bullying is justified, and that I, Feng, should just submit; then let us exchange pointers.

Translation: "It seems Great Hero Fei thinks your Songshan Sect's tyranny is justifiable, and I, Feng Mou, should submit to it—well then, let me have some instruction!"

Seeing Feng Yi's arrogant bearing, Fei Bin realized he could not be a match for him, felt genuine apprehension, and laughed, 'It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding; Master Feng is a marvel of the jianghu, his fame towers over all—what sort of person am I to be compared with him?'

Translation: "Fei Bin saw his bearing, arrogant and pressing, knowing he could not be a match for Feng Yi, feeling genuine apprehension, he laughed: 'It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding; Great Hero Feng is a marvel of the jianghu, his prestige unmatched—what sort of person am I, not worthy to be compared with Great Hero Feng?'"

Liu Zhengfeng also said, 'Today I am honored by the visit of Master Feng; I feel deeply privileged.'

Translation: "Liu Zhengfeng also said, 'Today I am honored by the visit of Great Hero Feng; I feel deeply privileged.'"

Not at all! Feng Yi laughed, 'If the Songshan School is afraid, just retreat with your backsides up like geese landing on the sand—also quite...'

Translation: "'No need for courtesy!' Feng Yi laughed, 'If the Songshan Sect is afraid, just go ahead and do the Flat Sand Landing Goose Style—'"

Pfft——

Translation: "'Pfft——'"

Yue Lingshan couldn't hold back her laughter; seeing Yue Buqun's gaze sweep over her, she immediately lowered her head, yet she struggled to keep from laughing.

Translation: "Yue Lingshan couldn't hold back her laughter; seeing Yue Buqun's gaze sweep over, she immediately lowered her head, yet she struggled hard to suppress it."

Feng Yi sniffed and said, 'Hmm, not bad; it seems the Liu family's liquor is better than what's served in taverns.' Meanwhile he tied his wine gourd to his waist and looked left and right to see if there was any fresh wine.

Translation: "Feng Yi sniffed his nose and said, 'Hmm, not bad; it seems the Liu family's liquor is better than that of the tavern.' Meanwhile he tied his wine gourd to his waist and looked left and right for any new wine."

Seeing this, Liu Zhengfeng was about to call a disciple to serve Feng Yi wine.

Translation: "Liu Zhengfeng saw this and was about to call a disciple to serve Feng Yi wine."

Who would have expected that with a flick of Feng Yi's hand, a sealed jar of fine wine on a table ten feet away flew straight into his hand.

Translation: "Who would have thought that with a flick of Feng Yi's hand, a sealed jar of fine wine on a table ten feet away flew straight into his grasp?"

His ability to fetch objects from a distance was nothing surprising to the Tianmen Daoist and others, but for Fei Bin it was the first time he'd seen it, and his heart jumped.

Translation: "His remote‑object retrieval technique was nothing surprising to Heavenly Gate Daoist and the others, but Fei Bin saw it for the first time and his heart jumped."

Feng Yi held the wine jar casually, lightly struck its back with his palm, then with a casual flip lifted off a small half of the tile covering the jar.

Translation: "Feng Yi held the wine jar casually, tapped its back lightly with his palm, then lifted it and peeled off a small half of the tile covering the top."

The heroes all stared in astonishment; even the top‑rank martial artists were shocked, thinking, 'How could someone so young have cultivated such profound skill?'

Translation: "The heroes saw this, all were amazed, and the top‑level masters present were even more shocked, thinking, 'How can someone so young cultivate his martial arts to such a degree?!'"

In fact, shattering the wine jar with palm power is not difficult for those who have attained some martial skill; many people present could do it.

Translation: "Actually, shattering the wine jar with palm power is not difficult for those accomplished in martial arts; many present could do it."

But if Feng Yi merely taps lightly with his palm, without any trace of smoke or fire, and the jar shatters so neatly—as if cut by a knife through a clay pot—then they could absolutely not achieve that.

Translation: "But if Feng Yi merely gave a light clap, without a trace of smoke or fire, and shattered it so cleanly—as if slicing an earthenware jar with a knife—they could absolutely not achieve that."

This person's force is fierce and vigorous, unparalleled in sharpness, and his control is likewise so subtle; his attainment in soft force is also extremely profound, his martial arts cultivation is truly immeasurable.

Feng Yi was like a long whale sucking water; only see the wine in the jar forming a white wave that entered his mouth, then heard a voice: "Good wine, good capacity, good internal energy!"

Feng Yi glanced sideways and saw it was Linghu Chong, raised his eyebrows, swallowed a mouthful of wine: "Do you want to drink?"

Linghu Chong looked at his master and said: "Since there's wine, why not drink?"

Feng Yi waved his hand: "Then I'll substitute flowers for Buddha and return it to you." As he spoke, a jar of wine on another table flew toward Linghu Chong out of thin air.

Linghu Chong reached out and took it, feeling no force at all, as if someone had lightly placed it in his hand, he laughed "ha" and praised: "This hand technique is truly enviable!"

He broke the mud seal, took a hearty gulp and said: "Hero Feng, in martial arts, a hundred of me are no match for you, but if it's drinking, you may not be able to beat me!"

Feng Yi lightly laughed and said: "You are a master of the wine state; if it's about appreciating fragrance and identifying wine, I am inferior, but if it's purely comparing drinking capacity, I have drunk all this Liu family wine, which is no difficulty for me!"

Linghu Chong stared, then immediately recalled how last night at the Jade Pavilion Feng Yi had forced wine out from his fingertips, and laughed: "Indeed, your internal energy is extraordinary; you can never get drunk!"

Seeing the two chatting nonsense here, the Songshan disciples, though angry, dared not speak, could only stare helplessly at the two drunkards drinking here.

Yue Buqun seeing Linghu Chong so clueless, drinking anyone's wine, nearly exploded with anger, but at this moment the Songshan School lost even more face, and did not bother to punish the disciple, appearing naturally indifferent.

Since Zuo Lengchan took over, the Songshan School had never lost any prestige in the martial world; now it has come to this, everyone feels indignant that cannot be dispelled, thinking: "Let you drink; when you're drunk, we'll give you a proper lesson."

The two quickly finished a jar; Linghu Chong's face turned red, while Feng Yi's complexion remained normal, his demeanor calm; the crowd felt suspicious when suddenly two streams of wine gushed from under Feng Yi's feet, seeping from the ground outward.

Seeing his internal energy so profound, the heroes all secretly admired him.

The Songshan people also realized this; trying to get him drunk was pure foolish fantasy.

Liu Zhengfeng also took the opportunity to reach into the basin, but who expected a hiss, silver light flashed, and a tiny hidden weapon shot through the air.

Liu Zhengfeng stepped back two steps; unexpectedly, at that moment came a few clattering sounds, then a "ding" as a silver needle fell to the ground, along with a fine grain.

Everyone was startled, turned their heads, and saw the wine jar beside Feng Yi shattered into dozens of pieces.

Only heard a light tinkling, many fragments from the jar in Feng Yi's hand fell to the ground, like hail.

The crowd secretly gasped; Feng Yi casually pinched the jar shards into fine grains and grabbed them onto a person—who could survive that?

Liu Zhengfeng, greatly startled, shouted loudly: "Other Songshan brothers, since you've come, please show yourselves together!"

Only heard from the east and west sides of the roof simultaneously a person each respond: "Good!" A yellow shadow flickered, and two people stood at the hall entrance; this lightness skill was exactly the same as Fei Bin's leap down just now.

Standing on the east was a fat man, sturdy and tall, recognized by Dingyi Shi Tai and others as the Songshan School sect leader's second senior brother, the Heaven‑Supporting Hand Ding Mian; the western person was extremely tall and thin, the White Crane Hand Lu Bai, who holds the third seat in the Songshan School; both are renowned in the martial world.

Only saw Lu Bai clasp his hands and say: "Your divine skill is truly unmatched; I cannot help but admire you!"

Feng Yi said lightly: "No problem, only you three?"

Lu Bai's heart shook; he gripped his sword hilt tightly and said: "What school are you from? Right now this is an internal affair of the Five Mountains Sword School; you'd better not interfere."

Each of the Songshan School's guardians can definitely be counted as a first‑rate martial artist in the jianghu; they harbor the ambition to unify the martial world and have put in far more arduous effort in their kung fu than others.

They originally believed that, no matter what changes might occur at Liu Zhengfeng's hand‑washing ceremony, they would certainly be able to cope; but seeing Feng Yi, that notion changed.

They felt that even if Elder Brother Zuo came in person, he would certainly not be a match for Feng Yi; having this thought, they became very courteous.

Feng Yi glanced at Lu Bai and said indolently: "I am the martial world's judge; as long as it concerns the martial world, I must intervene—what will you do?" Lu Bai, his face turning purple with anger, after a long while clasped his hands and said: "Gentlemen, please; everyone knows why the Alliance Chief Zuo insists on stopping Brother Liu Zhengfeng's hand‑washing ceremony, right?"

Liu Zhengfeng laughed: "I, Liu, would be glad to hear the details!"

Fei Bin said: "Fellow martial brothers and sisters, heroes, the Alliance Chief Zuo has ordered us to investigate Brother Liu Zhengfeng……" As he spoke, two sharp glints like cold lightning shot from his eyes onto Liu Zhengfeng: "What secret collusion do you have with the Demonic Cult's chief Dongfang Bubai, and what plot have you hatched against our Five Mountains Sword School and the orthodox martial world?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked and stirred.

Many people looked at each other, whispering: "So that's how it is!"

"No wonder the Songshan School acts this way!"

For the Demonic Cult and the righteous heroes are irreconcilable, their enmity lasting over a century; among the thousand plus people in this hall, some have lost fathers or brothers, some have seen teachers harmed; whenever the Demonic Cult is mentioned, everyone gnashes their teeth in hatred.

The Demonic Cult is numerous and powerful, its martial arts high and strong; although the orthodox schools each have their own secret arts, they often cannot prevail.

The Demonic Cult's chief Dongfang Bubai also bears the title "the greatest martial artist of the present age"; his name means "Undefeated", and indeed since mastering his art he has never lost a single bout—truly extraordinary.

The Five Mountains Sword School allied precisely to counter the Demonic Cult.

Thus, after Fei Bin said that, the heroes understood the Songshan School's bullying excesses, and their sympathy for Liu Zhengfeng lessened.

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Liu Zhengfeng gave a hehe laugh and said: "I, Liu, have lived to this age and have never even seen the Demonic Cult's chief Dongfang Bubai; the so‑called collusion, the so‑called plot—hum, Brother Fei, if you want to spout blood, at least see whether what you say is plausible!"

Fei Bin gave a long laugh: "Brother Liu, this statement might be somewhat insincere; rumors say you and the Demonic Cult elder Qu Yang are close friends— I wonder if this is misinformation."

Liu Zhengfeng had been completely composed, but upon hearing him mention the two characters "Qu Yang", his face changed instantly.

Lu Bai said softly: "Please, Brother Liu, in front of all the sect leaders and the heroes of the world, tell us whether you know Qu Yang!"

That fat man Ding Mian, who had not uttered a word since entering the hall, suddenly shouted sternly: "Do you know Qu Yang or not?"

His voice was extremely loud; as those seven words left his mouth, everyone's ears rang with a buzz.

He stood there motionless; his already sturdy and extraordinary stature seemed to suddenly grow a few inches taller in everyone's eyes, appearing immensely mighty.

A flash of anger crossed Feng Yi's face as he said: "I dislike people shouting, but even the deaths of the Qingcheng School folk seem not enough!"

The Songshan School was fuming at his arrogant attitude; Fei Bin could no longer restrain himself, pointed fiercely at Feng Yi and was about to speak.

Feng Yi suddenly let out a dry laugh, like a strange owl crying at night, his voice harsh and abnormal, and abruptly rose to his feet.

For a moment, wild wind raged in the hall; everyone was startled, turned their heads in unison, and fixed their gaze on him.

Then Feng Yi said: "You act so arrogantly purely because you don't put me, Feng Yi, in your eyes!"

Fei Bin stared blankly— that was exactly what he had been about to say. Lu Bai, seeing his invincible divine skill, had already felt apprehension; now, seeing him rise unexpectedly, he couldn't help but stagger back repeatedly, and even drew his long sword.

Ding Mian said in a solemn voice: "Although our Songshan School respects you, now that the matter involves the righteous‑demonic struggle, even if your martial arts are supreme and we three fall today at your hands, the Liu Zhengfeng family still cannot hope to leave Hengshan City alive!"

Feng Yi glanced at Liu Zhengfeng's family, gave a slight nod: "That's indeed true, but it's fine; another day I will personally go to Songshan— who doesn't have a few relatives?"

Lu Bai's heart turned cold as he said: "You don't mean to go and exterminate my Songshan School, do you?"

Feng Yi gave a light smile, neither confirming nor denying.

Fei Bin shouted: "Even if our Songshan disciples die, they will not submit. Moreover, we have countless disciples; even if your martial arts are supreme, can you escape our Songshan School's joint annihilation? No matter how deep your inner energy or how high your skill, your true qi will eventually be exhausted!"

But seeing Feng Yi extend his arm, pointing at each of the three in turn, he shouted angrily: "Out of respect for the heroes present, I have already given ample face to your Songshan School, yet you insist on refusing a toast and drinking punishment!"

"You are ruthless and vicious, yet base and shameless, judging others by your own standards, talking about exterminating clans and threats, as if I, Feng Yi, were just like you. If I do not give you a lesson today, I fear everyone will think I am the same as you!" Saying this, he slowly walked toward Lu Bai and the others.

Everyone knew he was picking a fight on purpose to deal with the Songshan School, but they couldn't bother with theory; they were just startled.

Because Feng Yi approached without the slightest sound, even a first-rate expert skilled in lightness kung fu would inevitably make a faint rustle when walking.

Yet Feng Yi walked slowly toward Lu Bai and the others, seemingly effortless, yet gave an elusive impression, as if riding clouds and mist with feet not touching the ground; but listening closely revealed no sound—truly like a ghost.

Even first-rate experts like Yue Buqun and the Tianmen Daoist shuddered; with his movement, how could they detect a sudden sneak attack?

Just now he said he could sit on the dragon throne whenever he wanted, and that was no empty boast—who could discover it?

Lu Bai and the others saw him approach within less than a zhang; they wanted to flee, but knew that would utterly crush the Songshan School's prestige and end their senior brother's years-long grand plan.

Their strategy in dealing with Liu Zhengfeng was not about his collusion with the demonic cult but to avoid battle and flee—how could they do that?

Feng Yi coldly snorted, 'The Songshan School sure has big guts.' His body swayed; Ding Mian, Lu Bai, and Fei Bing were fully focused, seeing his body move, their long swords shot out.

The Songshan School's long swords are broad, different from other swords; they carry wind, their power unmatched—yet unexpectedly a white spray burst forth.

Even though the three had been famous for a long time and were well-informed, they never expected this move; they hastily waved their swords to protect their bodies.

It turned out Feng Yi had sprayed all the wine from his stomach out of his mouth; after being swept by the sword wind, it struck these few first-rate experts—though not painful or itchy, it certainly couldn't hurt them, but it was terribly embarrassing and disgusting.

The three were all first-rate experts, their martial arts far from ordinary; they hastily changed moves, waving their long swords in circles—truly water could not penetrate—and the white spray scattered; everyone smelled alcohol and realized this spray was the wine Feng Yi had just drunk.

Yue Lingshan and Yi Lin, being young women, were so frightened they ducked behind their father and master.

Feng Yi saw the three's long swords emerge in unison, their technique strict; a single move could not fell all three, and if he tangled longer his intimidation would be insufficient, so he spat wine to force them to guard their bodies, hoping to expose an opening.

Only when a martial art or sword technique is used defensively can its value and power be fully demonstrated.

Because if one always attacks, one will inevitably encounter an opponent that cannot be attacked.

For example, Linghu Chong learned the Dugu Nine Swords, always anticipating the opponent's moves, winning with speed, never needing defense, invincible everywhere—but when he met Dongfang Bubai, he needed to defend.

Yet he could not block it; were it not for Ren Woxing and Xiang Wentian, both rare experts of the age, restraining Dongfang Bubai from the side, forcing him to protect himself while attacking, Linghu Chong would die in a few moves.

Feng Yi instantly saw the three's flaw; his mind was like a clear mirror. He stepped forward, flicked his sleeve, and lightly tapped their long swords—immediately the swords halted.

Their hearts jumped in alarm; they hastily circulated qi to their dantian and exerted force in a swing, yet the swords didn't budge an inch—this alarm was even more extraordinary.

Feng Yi gave a cold snort, shook his hand, and shouted, 'Go!'

Vast and pure internal energy exploded instantly; all that was heard was a faint popping like frying beans, and the three's broad long swords shattered into dozens of pieces, flying up into the hall, their bodies involuntarily retreating.

Feng Yi laughed, 'All of you lie down together!' His body suddenly darted close, his hands drawing together, and he struck toward Ding Mian's and Lu Bai's heads.

The two saw the palm shadows elusive, not knowing where to block, and only heard a bang.

The two's foreheads were struck by Feng Yi; one head jerked left, the other right, they collided, the struck persons lost consciousness, and they simultaneously collapsed.

When Feng Yi attacked his two senior brothers, Fei Bin lowered his body, thrust out both palms with explosive force, carrying wind as he fiercely struck Feng Yi's abdomen.

He was known as the 'Great Songyang Palm'; his palm technique was naturally extraordinary. With this strike he exerted his full strength, left palm pushing forward, right palm thrusting back, the force tremendous and swift beyond compare.

He was confident that whoever he hit, whether tendons snapped or bones broke, would surely suffer severe injury.

Feng Yi smiled, 'Interesting!'

Before his words finished, Fei Bin's palms had already struck Feng Yi's abdomen, but he suddenly discovered that this stone‑splitting palm force felt like hitting a pile of cotton; realizing something was wrong, he hastily withdrew his palms.

Who would have thought Feng Yi's abdomen possessed tremendous suction, firmly gripping his palms; he felt his hands gradually turn cold, as if two streams of cold energy flowed through his meridians, his hands seeming to be in an ice cellar.

Fei Bin exclaimed in shock and dismay, 'Ice‑cold true qi? You… where did you learn that?!'

Feng Yi spat, 'Is that so impressive? Why should I tell you?'

Fei Bin was immediately speechless; this extreme yin and cold internal energy is not some secret martial art—merely to train to the level of his senior brother Zuo Lengchan would be exceedingly rare in the world, and he never expected Feng Yi to possess it as well.

Feng Yi coldly snorted, 'Fine then; let Zuo Lengchan see how my cold air compares to his.'

As he spoke, he thrust his belly forward; Fei Bin involuntarily flew backward like riding clouds and mist, with a bang he struck the edge of the hall door, a series of loud crashes, and the door was half‑collapsed.

Feng Yi suddenly spun around, followed by a series of 'crackle‑crackle' sounds.

All that could be heard were cries of 'aiyo' and 'aiya'; the Songshan disciples who had seized the Liu family's relatives tumbled into a heap.

Looking again at Feng Yi, at some point he had sat upright in the master's chair, with six or seven daggers placed on the table.

Everyone knew these daggers were what the Songshan disciples had just used to hold off the Liu family's relatives, but if you asked how they ended up on the table, probably no one could answer.

Even the Songshan disciples themselves only knew that in that instant they had been slapped on the ear, or felt a pain in the back, or a pain in the waist, or been kicked in the buttocks, and then the daggers vanished.

Fortunately Feng Yi had no intention to kill them; otherwise, where would their lives be?

The assembled heroes also felt a chill down their spines, each stunned; someone with Feng Yi's level of martial arts—let alone having seen him—was unheard of.

The Tianmen Daoist and Dingyi Shitai originally thought that perhaps four or five of these first‑rate experts could fight Feng Yi to a draw, but now they felt that even seven or eight attacking together might not be enough.

Little did they know, with Feng Yi's martial arts, saying he could take on ten opponents is not an exaggeration at all.

Even when they all attacked together, if it were a wheel battle, it would be like one punch, one kick, against a little child.

Unfortunately, no one knows any of this.

Amidst everyone's astonishment, only Feng Yi's calm voice was heard saying, 'I may seem arrogant, but I am not easy to provoke; I prefer to resolve conflicts. Let's retreat now; if anyone is dissatisfied, they can receive instruction right here, and let me personally visit them—would that not be acceptable?'

His notion of 'paying a visit' made everyone think, 'Not to mention us, even if Shaolin and Wudang heard he was coming to pay a visit, they'd probably have a headache!'

Feng Yi looked at Liu Zhengfeng and the assembled heroes, raised both hands, and said, 'What are you all standing around for? Keep washing hands, keep drinking!'

(End of chapter)