Chapter 50

Feng Yi spoke these words calmly, yet everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

Everyone understood his meaning—that he only wanted the lives of Wan Zhenshan and the others; whoever stepped forward and lost their life should not blame him.

Since Feng Yi defeated the Southern Four Oddities, he has almost universally been regarded as the world's foremost master, his fame shaking the martial world.

Now seeing him strolling leisurely in the Wan family's outer courtyard, with an indescribable calm and ease, it is indeed not that he disregards everyone, but truly the bearing of an unparalleled master; who would not be afraid? To say otherwise would be boasting.

Wan Zhenshan knew today's affair could not be easily settled; seeing his son held by Feng Yi, if they fought, his son would be the first to die, yet he knew he could not show weakness now, and felt somewhat hesitant.

Beside him, Qi Changfa bowed deeply to Feng Yi and said: "Your reputation is tremendous, Qi may be a country bumpkin, but I have long heard your great name."

You may be highly skilled in martial arts, but I am the youngest disciple of my master. I also do not know why Yan Daping slanders us as patricides, but I, Qi, have not done this; you may kill me easily, but to admit this heinous crime of rebellion is difficult!!

His heart was certainly filled with trembling fear, yet outwardly he remained stalwart and composed, not losing the name "Iron Chain Across the River."

Feng Yi saw his white hair, but his eyes shone with sharp light, stern and imposing. He was actually not that old, seemingly under fifty. He coldly said: "Qi Changfa, you back then plotted to harm Master Mei, which Senior Ding witnessed with his own eyes."

Do you think Yan Daping exposed this before everyone just to say it to you few wicked disciples with evil intentions?

If it weren't for the few righteous heroes still present here, heh,

Moreover, even if I, Feng Yi, am not a closed-door disciple of Master Mei, does my mastery of the Divine Illumination Skill mean I cannot kill you?

His voice was icy cold as ice; everyone felt a chill in their hearts. Qi Changfa's heart pounded wildly.

Everyone understood his implied meaning, instantly turning to each other and discussing in a buzz.

This is actually said for the benefit of those unaware, so they won't, out of righteous indignation, help Wan Zhenshan and stir up needless trouble. After all, those who can come to drink are all close friends.

Moreover, Feng Yi possesses the Divine Illumination Skill, which he obtained from Ding Dian.

Ding Dian obtained it from Mei Niansheng, which everyone knows.

But Mei Niansheng's several disciples have been his apprentices since childhood, having spent many years together; that the divine skill is not passed to disciples but given to Ding Dian needs no explanation.

Feng Yi coldly said: "Enough idle talk, with the spirit of Master Mei above, I, out of respect for his old self, give you three paths: admit guilt and repent, kill yourselves, and leave intact corpses."

Second, I will do it for you, but the manner of death will surely not be pleasant. Third, you three step forward together and kill me!

Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa, too renowned, were thus slighted by him, immediately shaking with anger throughout their bodies.

But thinking of Feng Yi's fame, they dared not take a single step.

After all, even if they regarded themselves highly, they did not think they could surpass Falling Flowers Flowing Water.

Even Lu Tianshu and Liu Chengfeng joining forces could not overcome him; could these three manage? Moreover, Yan Daping, this old brat, has clearly betrayed their alliance of interests—who would feel safe joining him to attack the enemy? As for Yan Daping, he is merely an outsider, drooping his head, face full of pain, as if hearing nothing, just repenting his past sins. Feng Yi snorted and said: "Fine, since you haven't decided, I'll decide for you!"

As he spoke and stepped forward, suddenly someone darted out from the side: "Not allowed!" and barred the way with an outstretched arm.

Seeing his master trembling all over, Di Yun's blood surged upward; he disregarded his junior sister tugging his sleeve and shouted out: "Sir, though your martial arts are strong, you cannot be unreasonable!"

Feng Yi saw his thick eyebrows and big eyes, quite sturdy, and coldly asked: "Who are you?"

Di Yun felt his heart thump-thump-thump under Feng Yi's gaze, yet he forced himself to say: "I am Di Yun; you say my great-uncle and my master plotted to harm the patriarch, yet why did you seize the Wan family's senior brother and beat him like this?"

Just because your martial arts are high, you forcibly coerce people to confess—this makes people… really unwilling to accept!

Even though Feng Yi had some suspicions, hearing his name also gave him a headache.

Scanning Di Yun up and down, he saw he was tall and dark-skinned, with slightly high cheekbones, coarse hands and large feet; even wearing a fresh cloth robe, he was certainly not as pleasing to the eye as Wan Gui and the others.

Everyone saw Feng Yi enter the courtyard, glancing casually at others, but he kept looking at Di Yun again and again.

Some felt that his gaze toward Di Yun carried a look of pity and remorse.

Being looked at like that by a man made Di Yun feel extremely embarrassed, yet he did not retreat a step.

Feng Yi sighed: "If all disciples in the world were like you, I would not have come!"

Having said that, he swept his gaze and looked at a woman beside Qi Changfa.

Seeing her also dressed in new clothes, evidently her first time wearing them, about seventeen or eighteen, with a round face, big dark eyes, beauty not inferior to Shui Sheng, her complexion somewhat dark but looking healthy, he lightly said: "You must be Qi Fang?"

Qi Fang's face flushed under his gaze; hearing this, she instinctively nodded and asked: "You know me?" This was her first meeting Feng Yi, never expecting him to know her name.

Feng Yi said: "Regarding your father's affairs, I believe you have your own judgment. I am determined to kill him."

But your senior brother is an honest man, eager to protect his master; he does not deserve to die here.

Take him away, find a place to live peacefully—will that work?

Upon hearing the first part, Qi Fang's face flushed with anger, then she showed a strange expression and said: "Your martial arts are so high, yet you shouldn't act like this; can't you take my second uncle away to live peacefully?"

Feng Yi's face darkened, knowing he could not reason with this woman; he turned his gaze to Di Yun and slowly said: "If you block me again, I will beat you to death!"

Seeing him approach, Di Yun felt the whole crowd fall silent, as if the King of Hell were calling names—his words seemed to decide who lives or dies; this overbearing contempt was something he had never seen, and he burst out in inexplicable grief and indignation, shouting: "Your martial arts are high, go ahead and beat me to death!" Feng Yi coldly laughed: "Let me tell you, your junior sister's lovely face—among the Wan family disciples, none fail to cherish her…"

Feng Yi's words were spoken plainly, yet each Wan family disciple felt a chill. The eight disciples of the Wan sect almost all harbored feelings for Qi Fang, and today Di Yun had stood out, making them all think how to deal with him! Feng Yi lifted Wan Gui and said: "This one in my hand, I'm just pondering how to harm you so I can get your junior sister."

From this it follows: if you die, your junior sister will belong to another—won't you regret it?

Hearing these words, Qi Fang's pretty face flushed, sweat beading on her forehead, while Di Yun's dark face turned purplish with anger, and he urgently said: "How can you spout nonsense? I've only just met the Wan family brothers."

You're seizing him merely to threaten Master Wan and my master and them to comply; I and my junior sister…

Di Yun always thinks the best of people, and besides, he and his junior sister are childhood sweethearts with mutual affection—how could he believe what Feng Yi says?

In the original plot, that night at the Wan mansion he was beaten, had his fingers cut off, framed and thrown into prison, still not understanding what happened—it was all analyzed for him by Ding Dian.

But regarding his feelings for his junior sister, he felt embarrassed to speak of them in front of everyone.

Feng Yi chuckled: "I took Wan Gui just to threaten? Heh, truly I don't understand good people's hearts." He shook his head, looking rather forlorn.

He held Wan Gui merely as a matter of convenience, intending to kill Wan Zhenshan together with him; after all, dealing with such a vicious person, to cut the weeds without removing the roots makes no sense! Di Yun naturally did not appreciate Feng Yi's supposed kindness; instead, his eyes reddened, and he shouted: "If you truly are a hero, you should release my master's elder brother and tell everyone the full story of my ancestor's death, letting everyone judge clearly, rather than just saying my master and others killed the ancestor and then killing the ancestor!"

Everyone hearing this nodded in agreement.

Yan Daping merely said that the three brothers plotted to kill their master, but what about the background and detailed process?

Moreover, some among them coveted Feng Yi's secret arts, hoping to glean some clues from it; the murkier the water, the better for them, and they all shouted: "Right!"

"How exactly was he killed? What is this Liancheng Sword Manual? Speak up so everyone can judge!"

Wan Zhenshan was even more pleased, letting this rustic boy Di Yun go up; if Feng Yi flew into a rage and struck him dead with a palm, all the better.

He pressed down with both hands and said: "Di Yun, step back first; this is an adult matter."

Di Yun shook his head: "No, he wants to kill my master; your martial arts can't match his. If you die, that's easy to say, but my master cannot die!"

Everyone hearing these words couldn't help but laugh.

However, Di Yun is an honest youth from the countryside, without so many scheming thoughts; everyone can see that.

His disturbance actually diluted the murderous atmosphere Feng Yi had created by a few degrees.

Qi Changfa knew that although his disciple was tactless, he shared the same idea as Wan Zhenshan, and now he is the most suitable to step forward.

If Feng Yi doesn't handle this well, it will inevitably provoke public outrage, then the matter of killing the master will have room for maneuver.

Nor did he speak out to dissuade.

Wan Zhenshan was also quite pleased inside, and coldly said: "Hero Feng, your martial arts are superb; I, Wan, cannot match you."

It's a pity my master often warned us that those with evil intentions, the stronger their martial arts, the more they harm people; I, Wan, will today risk my life to accompany you, and see whether my master's divine skill is truly not of this world! Nephew Di, please step aside!

Di Yun certainly ignored him, and Feng Yi also paid no heed to Wan Zhenshan's words, his expression solemn, he said to Di Yun: "You mean you want me to release Wan Gui?"

Di Yun glanced at his master and nodded.

Feng Yi sighed, said "Good!" and with a flick of his hand threw Wan Gui into the air, soaring seven or eight zhang high, following a parabolic trajectory toward Wan Zhenshan, then fell.

Wan Gui fell like a meteorite; the people around heard the wind whistling, a strong gust assailed them, and those nearby all stepped aside.

Wan Zhenshan knew it was not good to catch, but if he didn't catch his son he would surely fall to his death, so he loudly shouted: "Old Three!"

He gritted his teeth and thrust both palms up to support his son.

Qi Changfa instantly understood his intention and also rushed forward, lifting with both hands.

These two masters struck simultaneously, what tremendous power! Yet as their palms made contact with Wan Gui's body, they instantly felt the opponent's body pressing down like a mountain.

Their arms went numb, their bodies shook violently, their qi and blood surged, and they retreated several steps.

Gala, the floor tiles under their feet were shattered by the two; they could not dispel this immense force, both collapsed, their faces as white as paper.

Unexpectedly, Yan Daping flashed past, slapping both palms on their backs twice with a pa-pa sound; Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa instantly felt their acupoints sealed, nearly spitting out a mouthful of old blood.

Everyone was dumbfounded, totally unprepared for this turn of events.

Feng Yi's face turned dark as iron; he glanced at Yan Daping and coldly said: "You sure are quick to seize the opportunity!"

Yan Daping also didn't know whether what he did was right or wrong; he couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart, and whispered: "I... I only saw that they refused to admit guilt, showing no remorse. I will demonstrate to everyone how Qi Changfa back then sneakily attacked his master."

He did it by, when my master was circulating his qi, suddenly stabbing a sword into his back.

Before his words were finished, he suddenly widened his eyes and silently exclaimed: "Goodness, there really are people who aren't afraid of death?"

(End of chapter)