Chapter 263

Feng Yi was unrestrained and unbridled, he knocked down the Three Great Guardians of Songshan, treating it as nothing, yet others did not see it that way.

In the hall, time seemed to freeze, only a faint breathing sound could be heard; no one could truly do as he said: wash hands then drink.

Even Liu Zhengfeng could not.

Their sleeves brushed past; the Taoist of Heaven's Gate and Master Dingyi each leapt forward, extending a hand to feel Ding Mian and Lu Bai's breath; they still had breath.

Yue Buqun also followed closely, helping Fei Bin up; but as soon as he touched his body, it was as cold as ice, and he involuntarily shuddered.

Looking again at Fei Bin, his face was as pale as paper, his body trembling like a sick man; there was no trace of the mighty aura of the "Great Songyang Palm" he had just displayed.

Feng Yi appeared to have merely shaken Fei Bin away, but his internal energy hid the "Ice Silkworm Cold Poison"; he wanted to see whether Zuo Lengchan, who had refined the Ice True Qi for many years, could cure this fellow sect brother.

The Taoist of Heaven's Gate and Master Dingyi each sent a bit of internal energy into the Jade Pillow point of Ding Mian and Lu Bai, and the two slowly came to.

Yue Buqun's face turned purple, and he also poured his true qi into Fei Bin's back at the Spirit Terrace point.

Seeing the purple aura on his face, the heroes thought: "This is the Hua Shan sect's Purple Cloud Skill; I have heard that this Purple Cloud Skill is the crown of all sects' internal arts, hence also called the King's Skill."

For hundreds of years, it has been said that no one in the Hua Shan sect ever succeeded in cultivating this divine skill, yet Yue Buqun actually managed to master it!

Fei Bin, receiving Yue Buqun's divine aid, felt the cold ease; he gave Yue Buqun a deep look, then his gaze shifted and fell upon Lu Bai.

Ding Mian, Lu Bai, and Fei Bin, joining forces, could not withstand three moves from Feng Yi's hand; they were filled with inexplicable fright, and their faces still showed lingering fear.

Liu Zhengfeng laughed: "Making friends through martial arts is ordinary. It's rare that Hero Feng and several Songshan brothers are interested; let us open our eyes, everyone must not harm harmony."

Ding Mian looked dejected, as if bereaved, his face like dead ash, and said: "Liu Zhengfeng, you need not speak sarcastic words."

Saying this, he stared at Feng Yi, clasped his hands, and said: "If we ever make any progress in the future, we will come again to thank you." Having said that, he turned and left.

They did not expect Feng Yi's internal energy to be so vast, his martial arts so profound, unheard of; for now they could only temporarily avoid his sharpness, anyway he could not stay at Liu's house forever.

The heroes saw the three heading for the door, and Feng Yi's light, ethereal voice said: "You just want to leave like that?"

Ding Mian et al. were startled; hesitating, they each stopped, turned back, and Ding Mian suddenly shouted: "Surname Feng, what do you want?"

"And you still call yourselves heroes of the martial world!" Feng Yi shook his head: "You don't even know a bit of martial etiquette!"

Lu Bai smiled slightly: "Hero Feng, your martial arts are peerless; we are utterly in awe; today we are fortunate to meet, which fulfills our lifelong wish..."

Feng Yi waved his hand: "Don't flatter me here; I'm not here to compare skills with you, but to contend; since you lost, how could there be no stake?"

The crowd felt a chill; Feng Yi's words were correct.

When good friends test martial skills, it's called "verification"; this is friendly exchange, victory or defeat not important.

"Contending" implies hostility, and must have a winner and loser.

Once the outcome is decided, the loser must obey the winner.

Therefore, in the martial world, when right and wrong cannot be distinguished and each side has its own justification, they resort to martial skill to determine superiority.

In the past, when the Shaolin and Wudang sects were entangled in grudges and could not determine right from wrong, the three great Shaolin monks intended to jointly challenge Zhang Sanfeng, deciding the matter in one battle—this is the principle.

Lu Bai hesitated slightly, then spoke softly: "Then please, sir, lay out the way!"

Feng Yi's gaze was frosty; he coldly said: "You three leave your right hands behind, and this matter will be settled."

Upon these words, Lu Bai et al. trembled, their faces turned deathly pale, and the heroes were also shocked and moved.

"Surname Feng!" Fei Bin's narrow eyes widened, veins bulging beneath his deathly pale skin: "Don't bully people too much!"

The Songshan disciples immediately felt indignant righteous anger, shouting: "Uncle-master, let's fight him!"

"Yeah, we're not afraid of death!"

Everyone chattered; Master Dingyi raised her eyebrows and said: "Your Excellency, this move of yours is perhaps overly cruel, isn't it?"

Her single utterance actually suppressed all the angry shouts.

"Cruel?" Feng Yi said: "Not necessarily! There is some bullying, but those who bully others are always bullied in return; if they were stronger than me, I'd probably have been chopped into minced meat by now."

Yue Buqun said lightly: "Hero Feng, even if your martial arts are invincible in the world, you should still speak with reason, shouldn't you?"

You have the Songshan brothers leave their right hands behind—aren't you trying to cripple their martial arts? What meaning is there in them living then?

Feng Yi waved his hand: "Mr. Yue, don't flatter me; martial arts have no limits, I certainly am not invincible in the world!"

Seeing his solemn expression, the crowd did not think he was feigning humility.

Linghu Chong blurted: "Could it be that you consider yourself inferior to Dongfang Bubai?"

The leader of the Demonic Cult, Dongfang Bubai, is the number one expert under heaven; everyone knows him.

As for the orthodox sects, they also have three great masters: the Shaolin abbot Fang Zheng, the Wudang sect leader Chong Xu, and the Songshan sect leader Zuo Lengchan.

However, over the past twenty years, the martial world has been peaceful; these great masters have never shown their skills publicly.

Others only know their abilities are divine; as to how exactly superb they are, it's only imagination, never witnessed.

Feng Yi overwhelmed everyone last night; word spread, almost everyone knows; seeing his divine skill again today, not aimed at oneself, still leaves lingering fear, everyone feels his martial arts have reached the peak, cannot be higher.

And compared to those great masters Dongfang Bubai, Abbot Fang Zheng, Daoist Chong Xu, and Zuo Lengchan, he is far too young; if they were old and weak, they could hardly withstand Feng Yi's divine skill!

Feng Yi fell silent for a moment, then sighed: "Alas, everyone says Dongfang Bubai's martial arts are number one under heaven; alas, I have not yet had the chance to meet him—who is higher, who lower, who can know!"

Moreover, your Hua Shan sect also has a great master hidden in a valley, whose swordsmanship is divine; who is higher between him and Dongfang Bubai is also an unknown mystery!

The crowd listened, thoughtful: "A Hua Shan sect master?"

All eyes turned toward Yue Buqun.

Upon hearing this, Yue Buqun felt extremely annoyed: "This brat actually dares to mock me like this!"

But as a gentleman with decades of reputation in the martial world, although he felt dissatisfied, his face showed no change: "You are overpraising me; my martial arts are merely average, not arrogant ignorance or baseless talk; to say I could match Dongfang Bubai would be flattering me."

Though his words seemed modest, everyone present understood he was indirectly saying Feng Yi was arrogant and ignorant, speaking recklessly.

"Hehe..." Feng Yi gave a cold smile, his eyes full of endless mockery.

"Don't come with your yin-yang weirdness..."

Suddenly a clear female voice rang out; everyone turned toward the sound—it was Yue Buqun's daughter, Yue Lingshan.

Seeing her at this moment, her beautiful eyes wide, her willow-leaf brows slightly raised; though she seemed a bit resentful, her expression actually showed great vigor and spirit; she pouted her little mouth: "My father's martial arts are far inferior to yours; why must you speak mockingly?"

Feng Yi glanced sideways, his gaze landing on her, then suddenly said: "When I spoke of the Hua Shan sect's great master, I meant your father?"

Original: Yue Lingshan blushed slightly and said: "Could it be that besides my father, who else in the Huashan Sect is worthy of the eight characters 'Hidden Valley, sword technique reaches divine level'?"

Translation: Yue Lingshan blushed slightly and said, "Could it be that besides my father, no one in the Huashan Sect is worthy of the words 'Hidden Valley, sword technique reaches divine level'?"

We need to keep meaning. Let's produce: "Yue Lingshan's cheeks flushed as she said, 'Besides my father, who else in the Huashan Sect deserves the words \"Hidden Valley, sword technique reaches divine level\"?'"

But we must not add extra info. The original: Yue Lingshan blushed slightly and said: "Could it be that besides my father, who else in the Huashan Sect is worthy of the eight characters 'Hidden Valley, sword technique reaches divine level'?"

Breakdown: Yue Lingshan blushed slightly and said. Then quoted speech: "Could it be that besides my father, who else in the Huashan Sect is worthy of the eight characters 'Hidden Valley, sword technique reaches divine level'?"

We'll translate: "Yue Lingshan blushed and said, 'Besides my father, who else in the Huashan Sect is worthy of the words \"Hidden Valley, sword technique reaches divine level\"?'"

That seems fine.

Feng Yi chuckled: "He? What I said was indeed the Huashan Sect's senior Feng Qingyang."

Translation: Feng Yi chuckled and said, "He? What I meant was the Huashan Sect's senior, Feng Qingyang."

We need to keep "chuckled". "He?" = "He?". "What I said was indeed the Huashan Sect's senior Feng Qingyang." = "What I said was indeed the Huashan Sect's senior Feng Qingyang."

Thus: "Feng Yi gave a soft chuckle and said, 'He? What I meant was the Huashan Sect's senior, Feng Qingyang.'"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole hall was startled, and immediately an uproar arose: "So it's Senior Feng!"

Although Feng Qingyang's fame has faded with time, there are still many who know of him.

Especially the three great guardians of the Songshan Sect.

Why they dare not lightly attack the Hua Shan School is that, in the original plot, they deliberately sought out members of the Hua Shan Sword School for years, and only after finding them did they send them to stir up trouble at Hua Shan.

In reality, it is simply because they fear Feng Qingyang.

They are afraid this person might not be dead.

They stay in the rear, letting the Sword School go cause trouble at Hua Shan; even if Feng Qingyang were present and wanted to kill us, you would first have to finish off your Sword School people, and only then could the Songshan School advance and retreat freely.

"The Qing generation?" Linghu Chong exclaimed in surprise, "Is he of my grandmaster's generation? Is he still alive?" Saying this, he looked toward Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun said, "Master Feng Uncle had already… already retreated into seclusion decades ago, and we have had no news from him all this time. If he were still alive, that would indeed be a great fortune for our school."

Feng Yi said lightly, "Then why did he retreat into seclusion, and you claim not to know? Why bother putting on an act?"

Even though Yue Buqun is habitually composed, at this moment his face flushed red then pale, his heart unsettled, he pondered: "Could it be that Feng Qingyang is indeed still alive?" He then said, "I am of modest talent and virtue; if I could receive the personal guidance of Master Feng Uncle, that would be a great blessing. If Master Feng could point out a clear path for me to go and pay my respects to Master Feng Uncle, all of Hua Shan's disciples would be deeply grateful."

He normally possessed excellent self‑cultivation, never showing joy or anger, but upon hearing this matter closely related to his sect, he could no longer conceal his unease.

Because more than twenty years ago, the Sword and Qi Schools clashed fiercely; Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship was divine, and if he were present, the Qi School could not have seized the orthodox lineage of Hua Shan. Thus the Qi School used a ruse, luring him to Jiangnan under the pretense of his marriage, then began their attack; after Feng Qingyang returned, the Sword School brothers were all slain, and the Qi School's control of Hua Shan became a settled fact.

Even if Feng Qingyang were ruthless, being a fellow brother of the Qi School, he could not allow Hua Shan's lineage to be cut off and vanish without trace; some say he felt remorse and died clutching his sorrows.

Yue Buqun held the same view.

Feng Yi fell silent for a moment, then said, "I do not know whether Feng Qingyang is alive or dead, but his Dugu Nine Swords shake the martial world and are greatly yearned for; yet who among martial practitioners would not envy them?"

Linghu Chong suddenly said, "The Dugu Nine Swords?"

Feng Yi said, "Although few in this world know the Dugu Nine Swords, there are not a few. It is said that this martial art originates from Dugu Qiubai, which truly possesses boundless power—each sword surpasses the last."

But those who have truly seen it are estimated to be dead, except for a few Shaolin masters.

Yet this profound martial‑arts manual can turn master and student against each other, make sages behave like beasts; Yu Canghai, a Daoist sect master, went mad with lust for the Manual to Repel Evil—hehe, such things are hardly his alone to bear.

As the saying goes, 'You may know a person's face but not his heart; a spear is easy to dodge, a hidden arrow hard to guard against.' If Feng Qingyang is not dead, living as a reclusive expert would be nice; otherwise, his not‑so‑ruthless nature could give us a headache.

Yue Buqun certainly knows this is aimed at him being unfavorable to Feng Qingyang, but as a courteous gentleman he would not quarrel with those who offend him.

Linghu Chong, however, turned pale upon hearing this and shouted loudly, "Do not insult my master!"

Yue Buqun was stunned for a moment, and the assembled heroes were likewise.

Although everyone could sense Feng Yi's implied meaning, he had not named names; yet Linghu Chong's remark was tantamount to lifting the lid.

Feng Yi smiled faintly and said lightly, "You just don't get it; you are eager to protect your master, but by saying that you place your master in what position? How many would understand? Sometimes such protection will make your life full of hardship."

Lu Bai suddenly shouted, "Fellow senior brothers and sisters, my Five Peaks Sword School roams the world, yet today we have been driven to our door and bullied."

First it was Mount Tai and Northern Hengshan, then my Songshan and Hua Shan, and even the leader of the orthodox path, Observer Yu of the Qingcheng Sect, was killed by him—what could be the reason?" "What reason?" cried the Tianmen Daoist.

Feng Yi gave a cold laugh and said, "Because I am a demonic fiend!"

Seeing his eyes like frost and his voice as cold as icy wind, everyone felt a chill.

Fei Bin said, "Everyone has heard it; it is simply because Liu Zhengfeng colluded with the Demonic Sect, intending harm to our Five Peaks School. This Feng fellow is backing Liu Zhengfeng, and his purpose is already obvious."

This is meant to harm our Five Peaks Sword School and the orthodox martial world!"

Lu Bai said, "We have over a thousand people here; are we really to let these powerful demonic fiends wreak havoc on the jianghu, slaughtering the innocent? To let their hands be stained with the blood of millions, to let them harm elders and children? Can we still call ourselves men of the chivalrous way?"

"What a fine chivalrous way!" Feng Yi said slowly, "You speak truly well,"

Fei Bin said coldly, "Today's matter concerns millions of heroes of the orthodox martial world, not just our Songshan School alone."

Liu Zhengfeng has allied with the Demonic Sect, taken refuge with our enemies, for the sake of the myriad fellow practitioners of the jianghu; all of us Five Peaks brethren shall jointly exterminate him！

"You so‑called orthodox sects are truly nauseating!" Feng Yi gave a cold snort: "You constantly talk about the 'jianghu,' but do you think the jianghu is your Songshan School's private forum, that you can speak for the whole jianghu? If you wish to represent someone like me, you'd probably need another hundred years of training！"

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Yue Buqun, however, shook his head and said, "Feng… this is your fault, sir. The Demonic Sect commits endless evil, harming the righteous and innocent of the jianghu."

The Songshan School's actions are extreme, but that is also because the Demonic Sect is truly no trivial matter. Your martial prowess is high, sir; let us discuss things on their merits. As long as what you say is reasonable, I believe the Songshan brothers are also reasonable, and we shall remain good friends.

Your manner of imposing your will through force is nothing but petty bullying; it not only brings no benefit to Brother Liu, but actually fuels the arrogance of the Demonic Sect！

He originally meant to address Feng Yi as a great hero, but upon thinking of his arrogance and bullying with martial prowess, he could not bring himself to utter the words 'great hero,' and had to call him 'sir' instead.

Feng Yi gave a slight smile and said, "The Gentleman's Sword truly lives up to its reputation!"

The Tianmen Daoist shouted sternly, "Quite right, Sect Leader Yue speaks correctly; in the world, nothing outweighs reason. To cause trouble unreasonably before our Five Peaks Alliance and the heroes of the world—even if you were the number one expert under heaven, it would not do！"

Everyone echoed agreement. In the tumult, only Feng Yi's calm voice was heard: "Don't you all ask why I have come today? Do you really think I am attending Liu Zhengfeng's hand‑washing ceremony to back him up?"

His voice was not loud, but each word was spoken clearly, and everyone heard it distinctly, utterly bewildered; Fei Bin said, "Then you are…"

Feng Yi did not wait for him to finish, and said lightly, "The grudges between your orthodox martial world and the Demonic Sect have lasted hundreds of years, with countless casualties, and have become a baffling ailment of today's martial world."

You are indeed men who cherish chivalry, value righteousness over life, but you severely affect the peace and livelihood of the people of the world.

Even the mighty Fuwei Escort Agency has to pay protection fees to various gangs and sects, let alone those far inferior to it; you are all social cancers.

Although I, Feng, am not a member of the Five Peaks, I am a part of the world, and now I come bearing the Mandate of Heaven; today I wish to resolve this issue once and for all！

"Bearing the Mandate of Heaven?" Yue Buqun and the others exchanged glances, their expressions varied, and the Nun Dingyi spoke up loudly, "What do you mean by 'once and for all'?"

Feng Yi looked around and said, "You are all the foremost leaders of the orthodox martial world and the heads of the various sects; whether it's single combat or a swarm attack, if I cannot prevail, I will simply turn and leave, letting you lot fight to the death between the orthodox and the demonic."

If you fear casualties, return to your mountains at once, cease flaunting your martial might in the jianghu; anyone who dares defy this order, I will exterminate root and branch, burning his sect's base to flat ground.

These icy words, spoken from his mouth, made all the Five Peaks sects startle and change color, and the assembled heroes also felt a surge of anger, each thinking, "Such disregard for others is utterly arrogant！"

Among the heroes, some even wished to rush forward and hack him to pieces with a single blade!

But these people all know that in the jianghu they are far inferior to the Five Peaks leaders; if they truly clashed with Feng Yi, they would likely die even sooner.

Still others mused, "Although I alone would surely die at his hands, Liu Zhuang at least still has over a thousand heroes; if we all rush him together, at the outset we would only manage to wound a few, and this Feng fellow's final end would also be to be chopped to pieces by a chaotic barrage of blades."

"At best we might all escape intact, but considering that if this sort of person does not die, then after we strike him we could never hope for peaceful days."

Thinking this over, they all glanced at the hall door; the situation was grim, I'll make a quick getaway.

The Five Peaks sect leaders and other top experts were even more furious: 'This person, alone and unafraid, dares to speak such arrogant words, utterly disregarding us!'

Thinking this over, the Heavenly Gate Daoist leapt up first, shouting angrily: 'My martial skills may be lacking, but I fear no death!'

Feng Yi gave a "ha" laugh, his voice icy cold: "Everyone knows that you, Heavenly Gate Daoist, fear no death."

But Feng Mou shows no mercy when he strikes, and when he strikes he shows none; you probably don't realize that if you dare to act, I will surely see it through!

Ding Mian said: "No matter who you are, we are not afraid of you! Even if our skills are inferior and we die on the spot, it would not be in vain for the two words 'righteousness'!"

He wore a tragic, heroic air, as if ready at any moment to sacrifice himself for the country.

"Well said!" Nun Dingyi exclaimed.

Yue Buqun, the Heavenly Gate Daoist, Ding Mian, Lu Bai, and Fei Bin—these Five Peaks sect masters all stood up in a line.

Linghu Chong hesitated a moment, then drew his long sword, stood beside his master, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

Lu Bai turned to the heroes and said: "Feng Yi is lawless and heaven-defying; are you all just going to stand by and watch?"

Feng Yi burst into loud laughter: "Lu Bai, even if you join forces with the Demonic Sect and bring the entire martial world here, what do I have to fear?" He slapped the table and immediately rose.

With a crash, the sandalwood square table turned to powder.

Seeing his awe-inspiring might, everyone was stunned.

Because they were somewhat muddle-headed, from this aura it was clear he was definitely not a member of the Demonic Sect.

Many, seeing that a fight was about to break out, led their own disciples to stand far away, watching from the other side of the river, secretly delighted.

Let them fight; it would be best if both sides suffered losses.

Whether Feng Yi dies or the leaders of the Five Peaks Sect fall, they would be pleased to see it.

This is just like the psychology of envying the wealthy.

But when the Five Peaks crowd saw Feng Yi rise, they all focused their energy, each drawing their swords.

Especially Yue Buqun, who appeared relaxed, yet his face grew ever more suffused with purple qi, his whole visage turning purple, clearly having pushed the Purple Cloud Divine Art to its utmost.

The others were the same; they clearly knew Feng Yi's strike would be thunderous and overwhelming, and dared not relax in the slightest.

Feng Yi raised both palms; his inner power spread, and the wood chips from the table that had just exploded were drawn by his palm wind, swirling like a tornado around him, forming a vortex black at its core with white edges.

The heroes' fear grew; Yue Buqun shouted: "Lingshan, you all dodge quickly!"

This fierce wind was filled with wood chips; once Feng Yi shoots it out with internal force, it is no less powerful than a strong bow and sturdy crossbow; those with inferior skill who graze it may well end up dead.

Some who had come to watch the spectacle were so frightened their souls fled, clinging tightly to the hall walls; others shoved each other in a chain, rushing out of the hall.

Feng Yi gathered strength in both hands; at the very moment his energy was about to burst forth, a loud shout rang out: "No!"

A figure leapt into the arena; Liu Zhengfeng spread his arms and shouted loudly: "Master Feng, you must absolutely not!"

Feng Yi's arrogance was merely a pretense to lure him out to dissuade him; he gave Liu Zhengfeng a deep look and said coldly: "They came to kill you, yet you still plead for them?"

Liu Zhengfeng glanced at the Five Peaks people, gave a sorrowful chuckle, and said: "Liu Zhengfeng has long since placed life and death beyond concern."

The only regret is that I cannot enjoy a tranquil life of playing the qin and xiao with Brother Qu Yang, tilling the fields; yet I cannot stand by and let the Five Peaks friends suffer harm because of me.

In fact, from the expressions of those few who had just asked Liu Zhengfeng whether he recognized Qu Yang, the heroes all knew the two must know each other.

But no one expected Liu Zhengfeng's wish to go this far.

Lu Bai shouted: "Everyone heard it—Senior Brother Liu calls this great demon Qu Yang his elder brother; we today are not trying to make Senior Brother Liu do anything."

As long as he promises to kill Qu Yang, my Five Peaks Sect will not only forgive the past, but we are also willing to apologize to Senior Brother Liu!

Having come to this point, the Songshan Sect has no retreat; with the army pressing in, if the Five Peaks do not deal with Liu Zhengfeng, they will lose the prestige of the Songshan Sect as leader of the Five Peaks Alliance, and what face will they have to return to the mountain to face their master and fellow disciples?

The heroes also thought that, as the saying goes, righteousness and wickedness cannot coexist; when the heterodox practitioners of the Demonic Sect meet righteous warriors, it is a fight to the death; for the Left Alliance to demand that Liu Zhengfeng kill Qu Yang to prove his heart is not an excessive request.

Liu Zhengfeng smiled and said: "Indeed, Qu Yang, my elder brother Qu, is my sole confidant and dearest friend in life; no matter when or where, if someone asks, I will call him elder brother!"

Although everyone already knew their bond was deep, these words struck like a thunderclap out of clear sky, causing an uproar among the crowd.

Given Liu Zhengfeng's status, merely having a Demonic Sect friend would be shocking enough, yet he even goes so far as to call him 'my sole confidant and dearest friend.'

Feng Yi's eyes suddenly flashed with a strange light, half-smiling, as he said slowly: "Then you would also refuse to let me have you kill Qu Yang, wouldn't you?"

Liu Zhengfeng said: "Master Feng, you are unrestrained and carefree, your speech extraordinary; surely a man of honor knows there are things he must not do."

I and Elder Brother Qu are friends, but everyone here is also a good friend of mine; just as now, if someone asked me to harm any of these friends, even if my whole family suffered disaster, I would never nod in agreement.

Elder Brother Qu is my closest friend, yet if he ever uttered a word suggesting he would secretly harm any of my friends in the Five Peaks Sword Sect, I would despise his character and no longer regard him as a friend.

His words were spoken with utmost sincerity, moving the heroes deeply; in the martial world, where righteousness weighs heavy, Liu Zhengfeng's devotion to his friendship with Qu Yang, though these jianghu men might not agree, could not help but secretly admire.

Yue Buqun shook his head: "Brother Liu, your words are not right. Though cherishing friendship and righteousness is admirable, you fail to distinguish right from wrong, good from evil. The Demonic Sect commits countless evils, harming righteous people and innocents in the jianghu. Brother Liu, merely because of a momentary affinity for music, you have entrusted your entire life and fortune to him, thus misunderstanding the meaning of 'righteousness.'"

Feng Yi sneered: "Then Master Yue's meaning is that anyone from the Demonic Sect should simply be slain with a drawn sword?"

Yue Buqun proclaimed loudly: "That is only natural!"

"Excellent!" Feng Yi gave a slight nod: "I will soon spread the word throughout the world, inviting Dongfang Bubai to Mount Hua's summit for a martial contest to see who is truly number one under heaven; by then I hope Master Yue will grace us with his presence, to stage a draw‑and‑slay demonstration as an example for my disciples and the righteous martial world."

Yue Buqun's face flushed red then turned white, and for a moment he could not speak.

Yue Lingshan, filled with grief and indignation, could not help but cry out: "Feng Yi, you are so shameless…"

Feng Yi's eyes turned cold; he swept his left palm, and Yue Lingshan felt a huge force surge, throwing her sideways; she collided with the table, which crashed with a loud noise and instantly turned into a pile of wood chips.

Before anyone could react, they heard Feng Yi say lightly: "Miss Yue, today I'll teach you a lesson: when facing a demon, it's better to be courteous; I am not Linghu Chong!"

"Little Junior Sister!"

Linghu Chong's eyes turned blood‑red; he leapt forward, 'swish swish swish' delivering three successive swords thrust at Feng Yi. (End of chapter)