Chapter 270: with translation of chapter title

This person's inner strength is deep, his voice very hoarse.

Feng Yi glanced over and saw a red lantern glowing on the downstream river surface, swaying as it drifted toward them.

Feng Yi and his companions were sailing downstream while the other boat went upstream; they met a headwind, slowing their progress, yet this person could transmit his voice with crystal clarity, indicating his inner strength is truly not shallow.

Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang had already stepped out of the cabin, exchanging a glance with Qu Feiyan; both of their faces showed a slight change in color.

Although Feng Yi's martial arts are high, on this river even greater martial arts may not be effective as desired.

After all, if the boat were sunk or the other side had cannons, even great abilities would be hard to use; now that friend or foe is unclear, everyone is quite tense.

Feng Yi also knew that Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang, once backed by a great tree and acquainted across the world, are now rejected by both the orthodox and unorthodox paths, and he dared not be the slightest bit negligent; he went to the bow, gathered his qi in his dantian, kept every part of his body taut, and readied himself fully.

If the situation cannot be resolved, he would swing this several-zhang-long great iron anchor to smash the other boat, and they would all perish together.

Upon closer look, it was a large passenger boat, with a big red lantern hung at the prow, followed by torches being lit; the people on deck could be vaguely made out, and at the prow stood a tall old man in tattered clothes.

Behind him stood four richly dressed sturdy men, each with chest out and belly protruding, wearing knives at their waists, and four girls in green attire, dressed in capable outfits with long swords at their waists.

Although the boat was moving against the current, these few people stood as if their feet were nailed to the deck, showing their martial arts are not weak.

When the boats were only about ten zhang apart, the old man smiled warmly, clasped his fists and said, "We happened to pass by here, not expecting to encounter the heavenly sound; we came uninvited, hoping you will not blame us."

Feng Yi did not reply, so Liu Zhengfeng had to say, "Elder, you are too kind; our crude music truly invites ridicule."

At this moment a clear female voice came from the cabin: "Your flute and xiao duet, in its soaring passages is like a mountain's empty night chill, a bird's cry startling the heart; in its lingering passages is like gauzy green silk like smoke, a conversation through a window; sometimes lively and spirited, sometimes fierce and piercing the heavens."

expressing the deep-seated sorrow of parting.

The melody rises and falls, intertwining gracefully, full of the sorrow of unfulfilled ambition yet not losing its generous and uplifting spirit, a sense of heroic vigor, finally returning to tranquil serenity, a pastoral song.

This is the song of the aspiring, the brave, and the recluse; it can absolutely be called the finest of the present age.

Especially your skill with the flute and xiao, under heaven it is likely the peak; it truly makes this girl admire you from the heart."

Upon hearing these words from the girl, Liu Zhengfeng and the others were utterly unprepared.

Qu Yang and Qu Feiyan were even more greatly shaken in heart and spirit; they exchanged a glance and quietly retreated into the cabin, seeming somewhat afraid.

Liu Zhengfeng, however, was delighted beyond measure, clasping his hands and saying, "Miss, you overpraise me."

He said that, but his inner excitement did not cease.

As the saying goes, easy to find a thousand gold, hard to find a true confidant. He and Qu Yang's painstaking work, to meet someone who understands, is truly a case of meeting too late.

While they were speaking, the two boats had already come to a distance of two zhang; the other boat immediately dropped anchor, and Liu Zhengfeng glanced at Feng Yi.

Feng Yi turned his head and saw that Qu Yang and his grandson had both entered the cabin; his thoughts shifted, and he immediately understood.

Under heaven, a woman with such profound musical accomplishment is likely none other than Ren Yingying; there is probably no second.

He also knew that, given her status and demeanor, she would not resort to scheming or sneak attacks, so he turned back to the cabin, leaving them to discuss their musical affinity.

Liu Zhengfeng also dropped the anchor.

The girl's voice sounded again, saying, "Although I also have a rudimentary understanding of music, please forgive my clumsy eyes and deaf ears; I have never been able to recall any famous piece in the world that matches this tune, which is truly shameful; I hope you will not grudge teaching me the piece."

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhengfeng's heart jolted; this "Laughing in the Jianghu" tune, as he and Qu Yang played it at the Liu household, has likely already become known beyond the score, tantamount to admitting his identity; he said, "Miss, you are too modest! Since you cannot recall any famous piece in the world that contains this tune, you must be thoroughly versed in all music—how could you be merely someone with a rudimentary understanding?"

The girl fell silent for a moment, then laughed, saying, "I never expected to encounter a fellow practitioner of this way by chance; what a fate!"

"The reason I have not heard this tune is because it is your composition, not yet released, right?"

Liu Zhengfeng smiled and said, "It is I who have made you laugh."

The girl asked, "I wonder if I might be allowed to view this score?"

Liu Zhengfeng laughed and said, "I can see that you, too, are a practitioner of this way and have deep accomplishment; if you do not take offense, why not come aboard my humble boat for a brief sit?"

The girl said, "It is not that I am arrogant and avoid meeting; it is simply that encountering a fine guest on the water and being able to exchange a few words is already a fate; why bother with formalities? Moreover, at night, men and women should keep apart, which is truly inconvenient."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yi thought to himself, "Indeed, that is the extremely shy Miss Ren."

Liu Zhengfeng said, "Actually, I was the rash one." As he spoke, he produced from his bosom an object wrapped in oilcloth: "Here is the score."

The girl whispered softly.

The old man said, "This is a rare treasure; I, the old man, humbly accept it." Saying this, his body swayed slightly and he floated lightly onto Liu's boat.

Both boats were large three-masted vessels; although they were alongside each other, the decks were about two zhang apart, yet this old man, without moving his feet, leapt lightly a distance of two zhang—his lightness skill truly extraordinary.

The old man bowed to Liu Zhengfeng and respectfully received it from his hand.

Feng Yi's gaze swept over and saw that the old man's body was slightly stooped, his hands and feet large, a tuft of goat beard on his chin, his head sparsely haired, yet his spirit was lively, his bearing calm, and his inner strength was indeed profound.

The old man's heart suddenly stirred; he turned his gaze toward Feng Yi, feeling his eyes were like an ancient well without ripples, like a deep, still sea, so he nodded to Feng Yi in greeting, then returned to his own boat and entered the cabin.

After a brief silence, came the sound: "Ding—"

"Ding-dong… ding—"

A piano piece broke the silence, elegant, tranquil, clear and pleasing to the ear.

Not long after, the piano note suddenly rose, higher and higher, its sound extremely sharp, with a clear "clang" as a string snapped.

Feng Yi turned his head to look at Qu Yang, seeing him stroke his beard and smile with a satisfied expression, as if he thought the other's piano skill inferior to his.

Feng Yi inexplicably found it somewhat amusing and shook his head.

The old man said in a low voice, "Auntie, this score is truly strange!"

Feng Yi and the others heard it clearly.

The girl exclaimed loudly, "You two are truly great talents! Not only can you produce such an extraordinary, rare masterpiece, but you can also combine flute and xiao, which is truly enviable!"

Liu Zhengfeng said, "I wonder if you have understood it!"

The girl smiled, the piano sound rang again; she adjusted the strings, paused a moment, as if replacing the broken string, adjusted them again, and began to play.

As it rose higher and higher, the melody traversed difficulty as if it were level, lifted weight as if it were light, effortlessly ascending, like dozens of geese by the river crying out together.

Liu Zhengfeng's heart stirred slightly; indeed, as the other said, this piece is his and Qu Yang's painstaking creation, absolutely not mundane. Not only must one understand its subtle and wondrous principles, but one must also possess profound inner strength cultivation to be able to play it—both are indispensable.

Clearly, this girl is extraordinary in both music and inner strength.

Only the clear sound of the guqin could be heard, like a spring's ding-dong, a gentle breeze blowing. It seemed as if a wise and pure-hearted woman, upon seeing her long-absent husband, expressed utmost tenderness.

Suddenly it carried boundless sorrow and desolation, like a soldier wrapped in horsehide returning home to find no one to greet him.

The zither's sound had just faded when the flute's sound rose again.

Light and bright, unconstrained and free-spirited, the flute's voice shot straight to the heavens, opening people's hearts; it circled the night sky several times before finally ceasing.

Liu Zhengfeng happily said: "Miss, you are truly extraordinary; I admire you! Miss, you are a kindred spirit, as the saying goes, 'A precious sword is given to a hero.' This melody I now present to you; when you find a fine partner later, it shall be a match of dragon and phoenix!"

After hearing this, the woman fell silent for a moment, then softly said, "Your kindness is appreciated, but this piece is the fruit of your labor; to outsiders it may be worthless, yet to us it is a priceless treasure—how could I possibly repay you?"

"No need for thanks!" Liu Zhengfeng waved his hand and said, "Although we have just met, I feel as if we have known each other for ages."

"My elder brother and I being able to share our labor of love with a kindred spirit is exactly what we seek in life; please, Miss, do not decline!"

One must know that for anyone possessing a supreme skill, finding a disciple with excellent aptitude and keen intelligence is exceedingly difficult!

Whether one practices martial arts or the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting,

if one truly encounters a worthy heir to pass on the skill, preventing its loss, that is the greatest joy.

For example, the Golden Wheel National Master meeting Guo Xiang.

It is true that he was an enemy of her parents, and it is also true that he wished his learning to have an heir.

For Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang to encounter this woman with their work is also a stroke of fortune for themselves.

This is far happier than entrusting the task to someone like Feng Yi, a vulgar person, to find an heir for them.

Moreover, even after finding such a person, whether they are willing or not remains uncertain.

If the person happens to be an eccentric great figure unwilling to accept favors, the hope grows even slimmer; thus, although Liu Zhengfeng is clearly presenting the gift, he feels extremely uneasy.

After a long while, the woman finally laughed and said, "Master Liu, you are indeed broad-minded, valuing righteousness over life; if I were to refuse again, I would seem petty. So I shall obey rather than merely show respect!"

Their zither and flute duet was splendid; coupled with this young man's lyrics, full of heroic passion and lofty ambition, it immersed listeners, making them forget themselves, and they could not help feeling a sense of ease—being high in spirit yet calm at heart—without yet asking the young man's name, or who the great sage was who composed this song.

Feng Yi had also been waiting a long time before he spoke: "Miss, you are truly accomplished in both civil and martial arts, especially your discernment, which is truly admirable. This song was composed by a great talent named Huang Zhen."

As for me, I am mediocre and insignificant; a smile from you is enough—what are fame and name but trivial external things?

He is such a stubborn fellow, believing that Miss Ren loves mystery, so he naturally would not tell her his name directly.

After a moment, the woman gave a light laugh, her voice like jadeite, and said, "Indeed, there is no need for prior acquaintance when we meet."

"However, since I have received your kindness today, before I depart I have a word to offer you!"

Liu Zhengfeng said, "I am all ears!"

The woman said in a low voice, "The high-ranking master of the Hengshan Sect, Liu Zhengfeng, in friendship with an elder of the Sun Moon Divine Sect, jointly created the 'Laughing in the Jianghu' melody, which spread throughout the martial world."

"But now someone has overshadowed their reputation."

"That person is called Feng Yi, nicknamed 'Zhangjian Jueming'."

"He has an eccentric nature, formidable martial arts, and cruel methods, often taking lives without hesitation."

"Not only did he provoke the Five Peaks Sword Sect in the pleasure quarters, he also slew the leader of the renowned Qingcheng Sect, Yu Canghai, and caused the chief of the Five Peaks Alliance, the Songshan Sect, to retreat in defeat; moreover, he wounded Fei Bin with poison."

"Rumor has it that the heavenly, earth-shaking, ghost-weeping, god-startling supreme martial arts once achieved by Lin Yuantu have reappeared in the jianghu!"

"This brought disaster upon the Fuwei Escort Agency, which was utterly annihilated by the Qingcheng Sect; yet had Yu Canghai been one move wiser, that Evil-Repelling Sword Manual would no longer have been in the Lin household. Feng Yi's youthful ability to master both palm and sword stems entirely from the Lin family's Evil-Repelling Sword Manual. Though several are men of deep feeling and righteousness, they must henceforth tread with caution."

Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang, upon hearing this, had faces that grew extremely grave.

Feng Yi, however, kept his composure and said, "Miss, your knowledge is vast; do you know the source of this news?"

The woman replied, "The source of this news is Hengyang City, where someone suddenly discovered a white slip of paper posted on a wall, bearing a few lines: 'The Fuwei Escort Agency of Fujian has suffered a disastrous annihilation; the cause is the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual.' Yet the genuine Evil-Repelling Sword Manual has long fallen into Feng Yi's hands, thereby granting him divine power, daring to challenge the East..."

She paused, then continued: "Many others also saw that notice, causing Hengyang to erupt in an uproar."

"It spread from ten to a hundred, and all the sects and clans that had once appeared in Hengshan City, great and small, sent messengers nonstop, carrier pigeons flying, to deliver this news."

"In just one day, the news that Feng Yi had obtained the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual had already spread a thousand li; returning from western Hunan, I happened to learn of it, and countless jianghu warriors now wish to behold the prowess of his 'Unrivaled in Palm and Sword'."

"Moreover, those skilled in reading faces say they have seen Feng Yi; his eyes are upright and clear, his brows gathered like a dragon, and the killing intent between his brows shoots to the heavens, foretelling that he will become a great calamity to the martial world."

"Gentlemen, I have said all I have to say; farewell!"

As her words fell, the other party raised anchor and set off, drifting slowly upstream.

Feng Yi's face remained calm, but his heart was tumultuous.

This message harbors a great malicious intent; it aims to draw the entire martial world against me.

Although he had experienced such things before, the previous time he had instigated it himself, whereas this time he is passive,

who is trying to stir up greed in the martial world to drive me to my death?

As for that person's malicious intentions, Feng Yi sees them clearly; yet sadly, he does not know who the instigator is!

He thinks it could be the Songshan Sect, the Huashan Sect, the Qingcheng Sect, Mu Gaofeng, perhaps the Taishan Sect, or perhaps the Demon Cult.

In the affair at Hengshan, he was too ostentatious, offending too many people.

What is the jianghu?

The jianghu is rich and varied; its winds and clouds shift unpredictably.

The jianghu abounds with heroes and beauties.

One in the jianghu has no control over one's fate!

For those who have never set foot in the jianghu, they imagine nothing but these lofty, beautiful, or evocative words.

But for Feng Yi, Liu Zhengfeng, and Qu Yang, it is nothing but trouble.

No one knows what they will have to face.

Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang originally wanted to stay clear of disputes, fleeing here and there, yet they ended up plunging straight into the vortex's center.

Because they knew that turmoil in the jianghu was imminent.

The mysterious woman has departed, but Liu Zhengfeng and his companions have fallen into deep thought.

After a long while, Qu Yang fixed his gaze on Feng Yi, his expression grave; without speaking, he first let out a long sigh and said, "If this news appeared on someone else, perhaps they would be half‑believing, half‑doubting; but coming from Hero Feng, it is something everyone believes without question."

Qu Feiyan asked, "Why is that?"

Qu Yang replied, "Hero Feng is simply too young."

According to his rough estimate, the depth of Feng Yi's inner energy is at least equivalent to a hundred years of an ordinary person's cultivation.

How many people can live to a hundred years?

And Feng Yi, so young, already has such internal energy; in a few years, what master wouldn't be child's play?

Liu Zhengfeng also shook his head and sighed, 'It's all our fault for harming you,'

Feng Yi listened, bewildered, and said, 'I was originally arrogant, often offending people; to deal with me, one needs scheming and trickery—what does that have to do with you?'

The original is being read!

He knows that someone with his martial arts appearing in the jianghu will inevitably provoke great hostility; thus, even without the Liu family matter, such things would still happen.

His appearance has broken the balance of the martial world.

Everyone is the same, so they are first-rate masters.

But Feng Yi, this first-rate figure, is too powerful.

Liu Zhengfeng suddenly asked, 'Brother Qu, do you know this woman?'

Feng Yi also turned to face Qu Yang.

Qu Yang's heart jumped; he nodded and said, 'I know her—she's a major figure of Black Wood Cliff!'

Liu Zhengfeng furrowed his brows, doubtful: 'This is truly inexplicable!' Then he shook his head and said, 'Judging by her accent, she's so young—how could she be a major figure of Black Wood Cliff?'

Qu Yang said, 'It's not that you don't know, but you haven't thought of it—he is the thousand gold (i. e., daughter) of our sect's former sect leader; thus, after the Eastern Sect Leader assumed office, he appointed her as our sect's Holy Maiden, ranking below one, above ten thousand.'

Even the heterodox figures of the Three Mountains and Five Peaks obey her; her influence truly reaches the heavens.

"No wonder!" Liu Zhengfeng drew a sharp breath, 'It's actually Ren Woxing's daughter; what she says must be true!'

Qu Feiyan said, 'Grandfather, does the Holy Maiden know we're on the boat?' His tone full of worry.

Qu Yang gave a bitter smile: 'The Holy Maiden is such a person; she naturally knows our identity.'

Qu Feiyan asked, puzzled, 'Then why doesn't she expose us?'

Qu Yang said, 'The Holy Maiden is a heroine among women; with her status, she means no harm to us, so some things cannot be spelled out.'

Feng Yi snorted contemptuously and said disdainfully, 'This woman just likes to pretend to be profound.' He lifted his face to the sky, arms crossed, and said, 'You, Miss Ren, may look high and powerful, but you can't even admit liking someone, twisting and turning—you're hardly a heroine.'

Qu Yang listened, bewildered, and asked, 'What does this mean?'

The Holy Maiden usually shows no favor to men; I've never heard she likes anyone.'

Qu Feiyan also laughed, 'Yeah, Brother Feng, you probably don't know this.'

'How can it be that you're good-looking, highly skilled, and so young, yet the Holy Maiden still doesn't look at you?'

In an instant, Feng Yi's face darkened with gloom.

Seeing his demeanor, Qu Yang felt uneasy and said, 'Once this news spreads, Hero Feng will surely have no peace; why not retire together with us?'

"Retreat?" Feng Yi said coldly, 'Never mind the Evil-Resisting Sword Manual; even the Shaolin Muscle Change Classic, I have it—come and take it if you're not afraid to die!'

"Hero Feng..." Liu Zhengfeng still wanted to persuade,

Feng Yi flicked his sleeve and went into the cabin.

Several people looked at each other.

Qu Feiyan asked, 'What's wrong with him? Why did his expression suddenly change?'

Qu Yang said, 'What nonsense are you talking? What does it mean the Holy Maiden doesn't look at him?'

Qu Feiyan blinked, saying, 'Can this even make him angry?'

But the Holy Maiden hasn't even boarded the boat or seen him—this is the truth, right?'

Liu Zhengfeng sighed, 'Perhaps Hero Feng once had a beloved woman he couldn't win, and you reminded him of that regret.' He added, 'Then how did Miss Ren end up here?'

Qu Yang gazed into the distance and said slowly, 'The Sect Leader Ren died suddenly of illness, yet many in the sect refuse to believe it, demanding to see the person alive or the corpse dead.'

Our sect's Right Envoy and I are on good terms; he wanted me to investigate together, but I flatly refused. Surely the Holy Maiden is also investigating elsewhere and just happened to meet us.

Liu Zhengfeng nodded, 'Fortunately so! But it's still good that Ren Woxing is dead; if he weren't, fighting him and people like Zuo Lengchan would surely be a catastrophe for the jianghu.'

Qu Feiyan said, 'Uncle Liu, you always worry needlessly; even if everyone in the jianghu died, what does it have to do with you, a person who's retired from the jianghu?' Saying this, he hopped and jumped into the cabin.

Liu Zhengfeng chuckled, 'Continue the journey!'

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Feng Yi entered the cabin and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He knew he had become the center of the jianghu storm, but nothing he did could help.

He wanted to see just who could snatch that so-called Evil-Resisting Sword Manual from his hands!

Knock, knock, knock—suddenly he heard someone lightly tapping the door.

Feng Yi said, 'Come in!'

Then Qu Feiyan walked in and suddenly asked, 'Brother Feng, do you like the Holy Maiden?'

Feng Yi laughed, 'I haven't even seen what she looks like—how could I like her?'

Qu Feiyan said, 'Just judging by her zither and flute skills, do you think she wouldn't be beautiful?'

Feng Yi laughed, 'Women who practice the arts are naturally not ugly, and although I haven't seen the Holy Maiden, I know she is a top beauty of the world—but what then?'

Qu Feiyan chuckled, 'I've seen the Holy Maiden; she's very beautiful, more beautiful than the Huashan Sect's Yue Lingshan, and if that Sister Yilin grew her hair long, she could...'

Feng Yi said, 'All right, don't talk about beauties with me, or I'll become Tian Boguang!'

Qu Feiyan's heart jumped unexpectedly, and he hurriedly said, 'Brother Feng, were you ever dumped by a woman?'

Feng Yi startled, replied, 'What brings this up?'

Qu Feiyan lightly laughed, 'Just now I said that, with your great abilities, the Holy Maiden ignores you, and you got so angry. Since this emotion isn't because of the Holy Maiden, I guess it's naturally another woman.'

Feng Yi was indeed having his deepest regret stirred up by Qu Feiyan's words just now.

You should know, ever since Feng Yi mastered that divine skill, he has always been very popular with women, but he alone got turned away by Cheng Ying.

Like women such as Li Mochou, Hong Lingbo, Gong Sun Lü E, A Zi, Huang Wan'er, Mei Lan Zhu Ju, etc., he either is curious or just playing; gains and losses follow fate; he doesn't care much.

He neither takes the initiative nor rejects; he's completely the behavior of a scumbag. Only when he meets Cheng Ying is he extremely proactive, adopting a pursuit approach, wanting to be able to be together with her. However, he missed the chance.

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your many romantic escapades of galloping along Chang'an Avenue and leaning on red and relying on green

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Great Hero Feng

Thus we need to include the term "Great Hero" as a title? Or we could include the term "Great Hero Feng" and translate it as "Great Hero Feng". The glossary expects an English name and the original term. So we could set the English name to Great Hero Feng and the original term to Great Hero Feng.

Feng Yi's body swayed as he stepped out of the cabin; the morning sun rose on the horizon, and looking ahead he saw the broad river blocked by over ten ships, with two swift boats already racing upstream against the waves.

Feng Yi mused and said, "Since the Holy Maiden has appeared here, it's possible that this group are all members of the Demonic Cult; you and Feifei go into the cabin to hide, don't confront those people—I'll see what they intend."

At that moment the sun had just risen, the river surface lay like scattered gold, dazzlingly bright; Feng Yi stood with his hands behind his back, watching the two boats draw near.

The boats were filled with sturdy men in tight-fitting black outfits, each wielding a weapon, their faces covered with black cloths revealing only their eyes.

Both ships threw out grappling hooks to latch onto the large vessel; a burly man bowed and said, "I don't know which esteemed person has graced us with their presence; our hospitality has been lacking and we have caused offense. Our superior invites you to come aboard our ship to talk and make amends."

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhengfeng's expression changed dramatically.

In the martial world, many words sound courteous but actually convey the opposite meaning.

For example, saying "Please give me your guidance" or "Let me learn a few of your advanced techniques" is sure to be followed by a fight.

Moreover, when someone says they want to "borrow" something, what they likely mean to borrow is an arm, a pair of techniques, or even a head.

Thus, when Liu Zhengfeng heard that this person complained about poor hospitality and asked for apology and compensation, it seemed they intended to capture them alive.

Liu Zhengfeng was greatly startled in his heart, yet his expression remained calm as he said, "I dare not; we happened to pass by this precious place, and if we have been remiss in etiquette, please forgive us. Please convey to your superior that I have pressing business and cannot come ashore to pay my respects; I appreciate your kindness and will come another day to thank you properly."

Feng Yi furrowed his brow and said, "How polite! Since they are all your superiors, what business does a lowly person like me have with them? Or perhaps I should invite you to wander souls to the Dragon Palace to make amends to the Old Dragon King!"

The black-clad man shouted, "You refuse a toast, you'll be forced to drink!"

Feng Yi reached out and lifted the iron anchor, swinging it sideways.

The iron anchor, weighing several hundred pounds, felt like a soft whip in his hand; with a thudding bang, the whole group of men were smashed, their heads broken and chests caved in, meeting their demise.

Feng Yi calmly said, "Thanks for asking me to drink the penalty wine!"

He looked at Liu Zhengfeng and said, "Bring the ship to shore!"

Feng Yi continued to swing the anchor, smashing the two boats to pieces.

He intended to abandon the boat and land; that would open up more space for maneuvering, allowing him to unleash a full-scale slaughter.

The tree wishes to be still, but the wind does not cease; let the fierce wind blow even harder!

(End of chapter)