Chapter 51: with translation of chapter title

Why did Feng Yi discard Wan Gui? Di Yun watched, feeling completely bewildered; he would rather believe Feng Yi could kill him with a single palm strike, yet he couldn't fathom why the other side would listen to him.

Why did Feng Yi discard Wan Gui?

Di Yun watched, feeling completely bewildered.

He would rather believe that Feng Yi could kill him with a single palm strike.

He also couldn't fathom why the other side would listen to him.

Combine: "Why did Feng Yi discard Wan Gui? Di Yun watched, feeling completely bewildered. He would rather believe that Feng Yi could kill him with a single palm strike, yet he couldn't fathom why the other side would listen to him."

Make sure it's one line.

Before he could figure it out, he saw his master actually being subdued by a sneak attack from Yan Daping; in an instant, Di Yun's eyes turned red, he lunged straight at Yan Daping, but unexpectedly his shoulder sank and his feet couldn't move an inch.

Translate: "Before he could figure it out, he saw his master actually being ambushed and restrained by Yan Daping. In an instant, Di Yun's eyes turned red; he lunged straight at Yan Daping, only to feel his shoulder sink and his feet unable to move an inch."

Make sure "師父" -> "master". "言達平" -> Yan Daping.

Di Yun turned his head and saw that it was Feng Yi who had reached out and pressed down on him.

"Di Yun turned his head and saw that it was Feng Yi who had reached out and pressed down on him."

Although Feng Yi's palm was heavy, he still held back; otherwise Di Yun would have been forced to kneel under the pressure.

"Although Feng Yi's palm was heavy, he still held back; otherwise, Di Yun would have been forced to kneel under the pressure."

Di Yun is normally clear about gratitude and grudges, but when facing his master, it naturally becomes a different standard.

Di Yun is normally clear about gratitude and grudges, but when facing his master, it naturally becomes a different standard.

Seeing him being ambushed again, Di Yun flew into a rage, threw caution to the wind, and swung a punch at Feng Yi's ribs with great force.

"Seeing him ambushed again, in his fury he threw caution to the wind, swinging a punch at Feng Yi's ribs with great force."

Feng Yi didn't resist him; he swayed his body like a swimming dragon and already circled around Di Yun.

"Feng Yi didn't bother to block him; his body swayed like a swimming dragon, already circling around Di Yun."

After that move, Di Yun actually lost his opponent; fortunately he was strong and sturdy, his horse stance extremely solid, so he wasn't knocked down by his own punch, but as he stepped forward he charged straight at Yan Daping again.

"After that move, Di Yun found himself without an opponent; fortunately he was strong and sturdy, his horse stance extremely solid, so he wasn't knocked over by his own punch's force, but as he stepped forward, he charged straight at Yan Daping again."

Yan Daping was in the midst of declaring his resolve to Feng Yi when Di Yun's outburst angered him, yet he couldn't help secretly admiring this fearless, stubborn youngster.

"Yan Daping was in the midst of declaring his resolve to Feng Yi when Di Yun's outburst annoyed him, yet he couldn't help secretly admiring this fearless, blockheaded kid."

However, Feng Yi stepped left, turned his body, and blocked Di Yun's path once again.

"However, Feng Yi stepped left, turned his body, and once again blocked Di Yun's path."

Di Yun's heart shook: 'I can't beat him, but I am my master's disciple—I absolutely cannot stand by and watch him be killed!'

"Di Yun's mind shook: 'I can't beat him, but I am my master's disciple—I absolutely cannot stand by and watch him be killed!'"

The thought flashed through his mind; he gritted his teeth and shouted loudly, 'Get out of the way!' He threw himself forward, both fists aimed straight at Feng Yi's abdomen.

"Having thought that, he gritted his teeth and shouted loudly, 'Get out of the way!' He threw himself forward, both fists aimed straight at Feng Yi's abdomen."

Di Yun had trained under Qi Changfa since childhood, sparring with his junior sister every day without fail; though his fist technique wasn't extraordinary, it was highly practiced, and now, fueled by anger, he unleashed considerable power.

"Di Yun had been training martial arts under Qi Changfa since childhood, sparring with his junior sister every day without fail; though his fist technique wasn't exceptional, it was highly practiced, and now, fueled by anger, his strike carried considerable force."

The crowd burst into applause.

"The crowd erupted in applause."

They certainly cheered for Di Yun's actions, after all, his master was in danger and the disciple risked his life to protect him, which deserves respect.

"They applauded Di Yun's actions, after all, his master was in danger and the disciple risked his life to protect him, which deserves respect."

But they were also thrilled inside, for getting to see Feng Yi, at the peak of his prowess, make a move was truly a lifelong fortune for any martial artist.

"But they were also thrilled inside; to witness Feng Yi, at the peak of his power, make a move was truly a lifelong fortune for any martial artist."

After all, Feng Yi had come to the Wan mansion and only shown a hint of his lightness skill; everyone wondered just how formidable he was, watching with bated breath.

"After all, Feng Yi had come to the Wan mansion and shown only a lightness skill; everyone wondered just how formidable he was, eagerly awaiting to see."

Then they saw Di Yun attacking like a mad tiger, while Feng Yi merely gave a slight smile, remained composed, neither dodging nor launching a counterstrike.

"Then they saw Di Yun attack like a mad tiger, while Feng Yi merely gave a faint smile, remaining completely composed, neither dodging nor launching a blocking strike."

Then came two 'bang' sounds; Di Yun's two punches landed squarely on Feng Yi's abdomen.

"They heard two 'bang' sounds as Di Yun's two punches landed squarely on Feng Yi's abdomen."

Both the crowd and Di Yun were stunned.

"Both the crowd and Di Yun couldn't help but be stunned."

'Is that all your master taught you?'

"'Is that all your master taught you?'"

Feng Yi's icy voice rang in his ears, clearing Di Yun's mind; he felt that his strike to Feng Yi's abdomen met a softness like cotton, his own force seeming to sink into the sea like a mud ox, and when he tried to pull his hand back, it felt as if Feng Yi's belly had firmly sucked it in.

"Feng Yi's icy voice rang in his ears, clearing Di Yun's mind; he felt that his strike on Feng Yi's abdomen met a softness like cotton, his own force seeming to sink into mud like a bull entering the sea; he tried to pull his hand back, but it felt as if the opponent's belly skin had firmly sucked it in."

Feng Yi stared at Di Yun, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and said coldly: 'I released Wan Gui because of your words, not because I fear you, but because I see your nature is pure and good, thus fulfilling your wish.'

"Feng Yi glanced at Di Yun, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and said coldly: 'I released Wan Gui because of your words, not because I fear you; I merely saw your pure nature and thus fulfilled your wish.'"

Now letting you strike me twice is also out of consideration for your filial heart; if you still don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me!

"Now letting you strike me twice is also out of consideration for your filial heart; if you still don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me."

As he spoke, he exerted a slight force with his abdomen, trying to bounce him out; Di Yun's arms felt sore, his chest warmed, yet he remained firmly planted in his horse stance.

"As he spoke, he slightly exerted his abdomen, intending to bounce him off; Di Yun felt his arms sore and his chest warm, yet he remained firmly planted in his horse stance."

Feng Yi knew that Di Yun regarded Qi Changfa as his own father, and would willingly accept being killed by him; given this, it was understandable that he meant no harm, using less than a tenth of his strength, so that if Di Yun yielded and stepped back a few steps, he could neutralize the recoil.

"Feng Yi knew Di Yun regarded Qi Changfa as his own father; if the other side wanted to kill him, Di Yun would willingly accept it, so this gesture was understandable; therefore Feng Yi had no intention to harm him, using less than ten percent of his strength—if Di Yun yielded and stepped back a few steps, he could dissipate this recoil."

Who would have thought Di Yun was such a diehard, thinking: 'If I step aside, he will surely kill my master; I must protect my master completely, even if he beats me to death, I will not retreat a single step!'

"Who would have thought Di Yun was a dead‑set obstinate type, thinking: 'If I step aside, he will surely kill my master; I must protect my master completely, even if he beats me to death, I will not retreat a single step!'"

Di Yun had made up his mind, gritted his teeth and stared, his feet firmly planted, not retreating an inch; however, the Divine Illumination Skill is touted as the world's foremost extraordinary skill, so exquisite that upon encountering external force it automatically rebounds.

"Di Yun had made up his mind, gritting his teeth and staring, his feet firmly nailed to the ground, not retreating an inch; however, the Divine Illumination Skill is touted as the world's foremost miraculous art—how exquisite it is, automatically counteracting any external force."

Just now, Feng Yi had intentionally restrained himself, which is why he didn't rebound Di Yun's force back at him.

"Just now Feng Yi had intentionally held back, which is why he didn't rebound Di Yun's force back at him."

But this time Feng Yi intended to bounce him out; Di Yun still resisted, and the Divine Illumination Skill, enduring and automatic, rebounded the force, making Di Yun feel a huge surge; he immediately fell backward, rolling several times on the ground, and with a 'wah' spat out a mouthful of blood.

"But this time Feng Yi intended to bounce him out; Di Yun still resisted with force, and the Divine Illumination Skill, enduring and incessant, automatically rebounded, making Di Yun feel a huge surge surge forth; he immediately fell backward, rolling several times on the ground, and with a 'wah' spat out a mouthful of blood."

Among those present were many connoisseurs; if it weren't Di Yun who was injured, they would have been bursting with applause.

"Among those present were many connoisseurs; if it weren't Di Yun who was injured, they would have loved to cheer."

Everyone saw that Di Yun was an exceptionally tough young man, yet this blow left him unable to stand, making them realize that Feng Yi's reputation was indeed well-deserved.

"Everyone could see that Di Yun was an exceptionally tough young man, yet this blow left him unable to stand, making them realize that Feng Yi's reputation was indeed well deserved."

Although Feng Yi's fame is widespread, few have actually seen his skill; only now did the crowd realize that such profound internal strength is unmatched—no wonder Wan Zhenshan, Yan Daping, and Qi Changfa, despite their great reputations, dare not even face him.

"Although Feng Yi's fame is great, few have actually seen his skill; only now did the crowd realize, with such profound inner strength, who in the world could match him? No wonder Wan Zhenshan, Yan Daping, and Qi Changfa, despite their great names, lack the courage to oppose him!"

Qi Fang saw her senior brother vomit blood, gasped in shock, leapt forward, rushed to Di Yun's side, and reached out to support him.

"Qi Fang saw her senior brother vomit blood, immediately startled, leapt out, rushed to Di Yun's side, and reached out to support him."

Di Yun's face turned as white as paper, he coughed repeatedly, only saying, 'I'm fine, save the master!' He tried to push himself up, but his arms went weak, causing Qi Fang to lose her balance as well.

"Di Yun's face was as white as paper, coughing repeatedly, only saying, 'I'm fine, save the master!' He tried to push himself up, but his arms went limp, causing Qi Fang to lose her balance at once."

Both fell to the ground; Di Yun panted heavily, glaring fiercely at Feng Yi.

"Both fell to the ground; Di Yun panted heavily, glaring fiercely at Feng Yi."

Seeing Di Yun so fierce, Feng Yi frowned involuntarily, thinking that he usually had a solution for any person or situation, but dealing with someone like Di Yun was truly difficult; he said: 'You fight me to the death for your master because he raised you and taught you martial arts, but your master was no different—raised and taught by Master Mei, yet for his own selfish gain he killed him! Such a person is worse than a beast; shouldn't he die?'

"Seeing Di Yun so vicious, Feng Yi frowned involuntarily; he thought to himself that he always had a solution for any person or matter, but dealing with someone like Di Yun was truly difficult, and he said: 'You risk your life for your master because he raised you and taught you martial arts, but was your master not also raised and imparted excellent martial arts by Old Master Mei? Yet for his own gain he killed him! Such a person is worse than a beast—shouldn't he die?'"

Before his words finished, Qi Fang spat and shouted: 'You hit my senior brother, insulted my father—I'll fight you to the end!'

"Before his words even finished, Qi Fang spat, 'You hit my senior brother and insulted my father—I'll fight you to the death!'"

She rose, drew the sword at her waist, her white wrist shaking swiftly, and thrust straight at Feng Yi's chest.

"She rose, drew the sword at her waist, her fair wrist shaking swiftly, and thrust straight at Feng Yi's midsection."

Di Yun hurriedly said: 'Junior sister, no, I lost the fight; if you step in for me, wouldn't that make people look down on me?'

"Di Yun hurriedly said, 'Junior sister, no—I lost the fight; if you step in for me, won't people look down on me?'"

The crowd exchanged glances, thinking: 'Master Qi Changfa has indeed raised a fine disciple and a fine daughter.'

"The crowd exchanged glances, thinking, 'Old Master Qi really raised a fine disciple and a fine daughter.'"

Looking again at Wan Zhenshan's disciples, they all stood to one side, forming a stark contrast.

"Then looking at Wan Zhenshan's disciples, they all stood to one side, forming a stark contrast."

At this moment Qi Fang's cheeks flushed red; she paid no heed to Di Yun, drew her sword with a swish, and pointed it straight at Feng Yi's heart.

"At this moment Qi Fang's cheeks were flushed; she paid no heed to Di Yun, drawing her sword with a swish and pointing it straight at Feng Yi's heart."

Feng Yi smiled and said: 'This sword, your arm should be a bit higher!' He shifted his body, the long sword brushing past his chest: 'Turning the cut like this would be smoother!'

"Feng Yi smiled, 'This sword—your arm should be a bit higher!' He shifted his body, the long sword brushing past his chest: 'Turning it into a cutting motion would be smoother!'"

Sure enough, Qi Fang flipped her wrist, changing the thrust into a horizontal cut; their coordination was astonishing.

Indeed, Qi Fang flipped her wrist, changing the thrust into a horizontal cut; their coordination was astonishing.

Feng Yi's feet stayed planted; his body flickered and he returned to his original position, leaving Qi Fang's sword to slash at empty air.

"Feng Yi's feet stayed planted; his silhouette flickered and returned to his original position, leaving Qi Fang's sword to slash at empty air."

Feng Yi said: 'Your move has too big an opening; if I were to strike your Qimen point from the middle, how could you defend against it?'

"Feng Yi said, 'Your move has too many openings; if I were to strike your Qimen point from the middle front, how could you defend against it?'"

As he spoke, Qi Fang launched another sword strike; Feng Yi still said: 'Your swordplay is full of messy nonsense—Wan Zhenshan doesn't pass true skill to his son, and Qi Changfa doesn't pass true skill to his daughter, hehe...'

As he spoke, Qi Fang launched another sword; Feng Yi still said, 'Your swordplay is full of messy nonsense—Wan Zhenshan doesn't pass true skill to his son, and Qi Changfa doesn't pass true skill to his daughter, hehe...'

Feng Yi's martial prowess is so high that Qi Fang's flaws are obvious at a glance; having also learned the 'Tang Poetry Sword Technique,' he naturally sees the gaps even more clearly.

"Feng Yi's martial prowess being high, Qi Fang's flaws were obvious at a glance; having also learned the 'Tang Poetry Sword Technique,' he naturally understood those loopholes even more clearly,"

He merely intended, in front of everyone, to point out Qi Changfa's malicious intent, which is why he sparred with Qi Fang and exposed the flaws in her swordsmanship; otherwise she wouldn't even be able to get past a single move.

"but he deliberately pointed out Qi Changfa's malicious intentions before the crowd, which is why he sparred with Qi Fang, exposing the flaws in her swordsmanship; otherwise she couldn't even get past a single move."

However, Qi Fang grew even more angry in her heart, and her swordplay became increasingly vicious.

"However, Qi Fang grew ever more angry in her heart, her sword becoming ever more vicious."

Yan Daping also said: 'Indeed, Wan the elder has taught the sword technique in a jumbled order to his disciples, and his internal energy is quite ordinary.'

"Yan Daping also said, 'Yeah, Wan Zhenshan teaches swordsmanship in a jumbled order to his disciples, and his internal energy is quite ordinary.'"

This Old Master Qi, though learned, pretends to be illiterate; his niece clearly quotes the line 'Lone goose comes from the sea, the pond dares not gaze,' yet he says something like 'Elder uncle shouts up, it doesn't dare to go across,' and calls the Tang Poetry Sword Technique the 'Corpse‑lying Sword Technique'—utter nonsense!

This old master Qi, though learned, pretends to be illiterate; his niece clearly quotes the line 'Lone goose comes from the sea, the pond dares not gaze,' yet he says something like 'Elder uncle shouts up, it doesn't dare to go across,' and calls the Tang Poetry Sword Technique the 'Corpse‑lying Sword Technique'—utter nonsense!

The three disciples of the Mei sect—Wan Zhenshan is treacherous, Qi Changfa is ruthless, Yan Daping is slick—possess the strongest martial arts; Feng Yi has placed a secret hand on him, and even now he seeks to survive through any means, thus he exerts himself greatly in the Wan household.

"The three disciples of the Mei Sect—Wan Zhenshan is vicious, Qi Changfa is ruthless, Yan Daping is slick—have the strongest martial arts; he was given a secret hand by Feng Yi, and even now he seeks to survive by any means, thus he works especially hard for the Wan household."

Seeing Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa wounded, he instinctively moved to restrain them; at this point he also guessed Feng Yi and Qi Fang's intent in their swordplay, and naturally wanted to put on a show.

"Seeing Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa wounded, he instinctively moved to restrain them; at this point he also guessed Feng Yi and Qi Fang's sword intent, and naturally wanted to put on a show."

But Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa, having been exposed again by Yan Daping, turned livid with anger, yet dared not argue with him, nor could they.

"But Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa were again exposed by Yan Daping, their faces turning livid with anger, yet they dared not argue with him, nor could they."

All the Wan household disciples looked at their master with doubtful faces.

"The Wan household's disciples all looked at their master with doubtful faces,"

Many of them were well-known gentry and wealthy families from the Jingzhou area, having come to study martial arts because of Wan Zhenshan's reputation. But today they heard that what they had learned were all fake techniques—so what were the years of tribute silver their families paid worth? While Feng Yi and Yan Daping were speaking, Qi Fang had already thrust over ten swords; Feng Yi kept his feet planted, merely shifting his body within a small radius, causing each of Qi Fang's strikes to miss.

"Many of them were well‑known gentry families from near Jingzhou, having come to study martial arts because of Wan Zhenshan's reputation. But today they heard that what they had learned were all phony techniques—what, then, were the years of tribute silver their families had paid? While Feng Yi and Yan Daping were speaking, Qi Fang had already thrust over ten swords; Feng Yi kept his feet planted, merely shifting his body within a foot's radius, causing each of Qi Fang's swords to miss."

The perilous aspect was that, to onlookers, each thrust seemed capable of piercing the body, yet each time it fell short by a hair's breadth.

"The perilous aspect was that, to onlookers, each thrust seemed capable of piercing the body, yet each time it fell short by a hair's breadth."

Especially Qi Fang's almond eyes wide open, her pretty face flushed red, and sweat even appeared on her head; Feng Yi, however, was relaxed and at ease, behaving as if nothing had happened, his martial prowess superb and his insight profound, causing everyone to admire and respect him without cease.

Di Yun never doubted his master's words ordinarily, but at this moment his expression was bewildered.

The master said their sword technique, the "Reclining Corpse Sword Technique", was quite famous in the martial world.

But now? The junior sister's sword moves were deemed worthless by Feng Yi. Others didn't even move a step, and if it were him, the result would be the same.

He also thought his master's martial arts were boundless, that no one could match seven or eight people, yet the master, his senior uncle, and their seven or eight disciples still dared not fight Feng Yi.

The second senior uncle once said the master was learned, but now he says the master's sword technique is called the "Tang Poetry Sword Technique", not the "Reclining Corpse Sword Technique"; all this makes one wonder if the master really killed the grandmaster. Feng Yi glanced at Di Yun's changing expression, knowing his effort wasn't wasted, and said: "Miss Qi, Qi Changfa is your father; I want to kill him, and you trying to stop me is only natural. I also let you thrust over ten swords; your filial love is already spent—isn't that enough?"

Hearing this, Qi Fang felt shame and rage verging on madness, disregarding any technique, she suddenly united body and sword and lunged fiercely at Feng Yi.

Seeing her use such a clumsy move, a reckless act disregarding her life, Feng Yi frowned slightly and thought: "Although my reputation is considerable, few have seen my martial arts; now I want to kill Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa."

Di Yun and Qi Fang tried to stop him one after another; if it were anyone else, he would have killed them outright. But these two unfortunate souls have no place deserving death; killing them would make him uneasy, yet if he didn't show some divine skill, and if someone else stepped forward, wouldn't he have to kill them too? Isn't that a bit ridiculous?

In a flash of thought, Qi Fang's long sword just managed to reach him; Feng Yi's right hand suddenly raised two fingers, instantly clamping the sword's blade.

Unable to advance or retreat, Qi Fang felt like a mayfly trying to shake a tree, her pretty face flushed red with anger, she almost wanted to stomp her foot.

Di Yun lay on the ground, constantly worrying about his junior sister, and couldn't help but shout: "Junior sister, stop fighting!"

Feng Yi snorted, lightly flicked the sword's spine; Qi Fang's tiger mouth grew hot, she could no longer hold the sword, instantly her body went numb, she couldn't stand, and staggered backward.

Feng Yi lightly brushed with his right hand, and the long sword whooshed toward Qi Fang.

Someone in the crowd exclaimed in alarm, shouting: "Show mercy, subordinate!"

Feng Yi smiled and said: "Not bad, it's only right to show mercy to subordinates."

Everyone then heard a "clang" and all looked at each other in shock.

It turned out the long sword, unmoved, slipped back into Qi Fang's waist sheath, and a force pulled her toward Di Yun as she fell.

Di Yun reached out to help, but after his injury his arm had no strength, and Qi Fang fell directly onto him.

Among the crowd were many martial arts masters; seeing Feng Yi flash his sword, trap it, seize it, return it—his eyesight precise, his inner strength deep, his technique swift, his attainment high—all appeared effortless.

Exerting force without appearing to, releasing power without visible effort—this is the hardest realm to attain in martial arts. Every martial arts master, in the end, strives toward this realm. Like Di Yun and Qi Fang, who shout and grapple, sweating and panting, are the lowest of the low.

And Feng Yi is still so young.

Suddenly, a thunderous applause erupted.

Those who had originally wanted to stir things up and fish in troubled waters, upon seeing Feng Yi's martial prowess, couldn't help but feel timid.

No matter what treasures Feng Yi might possess, those opportunistic thoughts vanished instantly; everyone thought: "Let's just watch the fun today, don't take the blame for Wan Zhenshan and the others!"

Di Yun held the soft jade in his arms; normally he would be overjoyed, but today he had no time to savor it, hurriedly checking whether his junior sister was injured.

Qi Fang lay on her senior brother's body; her whole body went limp, whether from the shock of the Divine Illumination Skill or something else, she couldn't rise, and felt too embarrassed to speak.

Upon hearing the crowd's applause, she mistakenly thought it was for her being struck by Feng Yi and lying in her senior brother's embrace; her eyes reddened and she began to sob.

Feng Yi inwardly sneered: "I can't even deal with a little girl like you!" He clasped his hands behind his back and said: "Qi Changfa deserves death; I will surely kill him. You are his kin, so you will naturally not let me kill him—this dispute is neither right nor wrong. But 'those who follow different paths do not plot together'; you cannot save Qi Changfa either. The proper course is to preserve your useful bodies, train diligently, and later seek an opportunity to avenge yourselves against me, rather than lingering here indecisively.

Especially you, Di Yun—if Qi Changfa dies, your junior sister will have only you left; today, risking your lives here in heated passion only adds to your own peril—what good is it? Think for yourself!

These words were reasonable and well-founded; those present deeply agreed, and many thought: "Feng Yi not only possesses superb martial arts, his bearing is extraordinary; only he dares let enemies take revenge—who in the world could match that?"

In fact, the likes of Di Yun and Qi Fang acting this way is something any renowned martial artist would disdain, given that Feng Yi's martial arts far surpass theirs; taking their lives would be as easy as turning over one's hand.

They kept lunging upward; if Feng Yi killed them, no one would utter a single objection.

But the two are just country folk who have never wandered the jianghu, so they are a different matter; for Feng Yi to quarrel excessively with them would be beneath his stature. Such treatment is fitting, and there is nothing more right about it.

After all, no matter how heinous a person, in the eyes of their own kin they are good, and no one would say they deserve death. Thus, the brother of Taihang Mountain stronghold chief Lü Tong, Lü Wei, who plucked flowers, was reported by Wan Zhenshan; everyone said he deserved death, yet no one said Lü Tong shouldn't go to Wan Zhenshan to seek revenge.

This is the understanding of the jianghu.

One may kill, and naturally one may also avenge!

Di Yun, hearing Feng Yi's words, broke out in a cold sweat that covered his forehead; he also had to admit that Feng Yi was right.

If the master were dead, and I died too, what would become of the junior sister? Would she also have to die? Feng Yi felt he had already shown utmost benevolence and righteousness toward Di Yun and Qi Fang; he walked slowly to stand before Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa, and said in a deep voice: "Your hearts are deep and scheming; your own timidity in avoiding battle is forgivable, but why didn't you stop Di Yun and the others?"

Or are you waiting for me to beat them to death so that the onlookers will be filled with righteous indignation and surround me, giving you a chance to act in the chaos?

Wan Zhenshan coldly said: "You and Yan Daping make no distinction between right and wrong; Di Yun and Qi Fang are wholly filial—this is what righteousness demands—what are you obstructing?"

The crowd, whether martial heroes or literati with some reputation, all have their own schemes; their pretense naturally cannot fool everyone.

Yet Wan Zhenshan's words are also not wrong, even though we clearly see his heart is not upright, his intentions are malicious, yet we find no way to refute them.

Dozens of eyes again turned as one to Feng Yi, watching how he handled the situation.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yi gave a hehe laugh, full of mockery.

He lightly raised his palm, "Pa—"

This slap was swift and sudden; before anyone could see clearly, Wan Zhenshan's mouth was already bleeding profusely.

Wan Zhenshan, what a figure he is—never having suffered such humiliation before; the pain alone would be bad enough, but with so many watching him take a slap from a youngster, he nearly fainted.

A flash of lonely helplessness crossed Feng Yi's eyes as he coldly said: "Old Master Mei, nicknamed 'Iron Bones and Ink Petals', what a hero he is! Did he teach you to shrink back and hide behind others when trouble arises? Moreover, you even use your juniors as shields!

You killed the master, yet still wish to harm his disciples and daughters, shamelessly willing to throw away Old Master Mei's reputation before the heroes of the world?

Seeing his fair handling, those words were all the more righteous and awe-inspiring, his eyes like lightning; the crowd, while admiring him, could not help but feel alert.

Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa, being renowned martial arts masters, still cared about face; hearing this, they were utterly captivated, heads bowed, silent.

Yan Daping, seeing the two lower their heads, spoke up proudly: "After our master's passing, our sect has no more heroes. It was hard enough to have Hero Feng inherit the master's mantle and glorify the martial world; we three now confess and accept punishment, go to apologize to the master—what more could we regret?"

Suddenly he burst into tears, crying: "Master, Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa are not proper people; now they've become beasts who dare to act but not to take responsibility,

Master, your vision back then was truly poor—why did you accept us three beasts as disciples? Master!

He wept and railed, only making Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa seethe with anger, yet they dared not argue with him.

Wan Zhenshan faced Feng Yi with an angry expression and said: "All this is your doing, right?"

Feng Yi gave a hehe laugh, placed both hands on Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa's shoulders, and said: "Let me ask you one more thing: Was Old Master Mei killed by you? If yes, I can still give you a chance to live; if not, hehe..."

Laughing, he invoked the Divine Illumination Skill; in an instant, Wan Zhenshan and Qi Changfa felt as if their whole bodies had fallen into a great furnace, as if even their blood were about to boil, making it hard to endure even a moment.

Yet if they admitted this crime, death would surely be horrible—so horrible they wouldn't even need to act! Qi Changfa regretted it deeply, thinking: What is this? Crossing mountains and rivers just to attend a feast of the death god? He trembled as he said: "You force me with strength, wanting to hear what I cannot say; why bother? Killing us would be enough! But I finally understand why Yan Daping framed us with this unfilial, unjust crime—he must have been compelled, forced by your tricks, to spout nonsense before the world.

The crowd let out an "oh" and all turned their gazes to Yan Daping.

Just then, Yan Daping's face was ashen; Feng Yi glanced at him, lifted his hand from both their shoulders, and with a faint smile said, "Well then, Second Senior Brother Yan, before all these upright heroes, you speak up. Is it that I fabricated something out of nothing, using force to coerce, or did you indeed commit the heinous act of killing your master, which heaven and earth cannot tolerate? Are you, Second Senior Brother Yan, coming forward to confess your guilt and expose it?"

Thanks to the book friend 'Cat from A-Miao's Home' for the reward.

(End of chapter)