Chapter 73: Where Is the Son?

Feng Yi's inner strength was deep and abundant, having accumulated for a long time; although Hong Lingbo had just experienced sexual relations, she had also practiced martial arts for many years. Their fierce battle continued until the cock crowed three times and the first ray of dawn appeared in the east; only then did they lower their flags and cease fighting, reaching a state they had never before experienced, and fell into a deep sleep.

By the time he opened his eyes, the sun was already three poles high.

Good nights do not linger, daylight returns again—these are the great ways of the world.

As soon as Feng Yi woke, he entered a sage-like state; the events of the past few days flowed through his mind—last night had been happy, yet absurd, as if it were a dream.

But once the dream ended, he had to face reality.

Since he came to this world, he had never done anything improper with women; he never expected that meeting Hong Lingbo would cause him to fall.

Thinking this, he faintly felt a hint of unease—could his roaming, gallant life in the jianghu be over? Yet a young person's heart cannot hold worries, because

Hong Lingbo let out a soft groan, waking from his embrace; feeling herself naked, she could not help but blush, she pushed up with her hands on Feng Yi's body, about to rise, but for some reason she suddenly furrowed her brows, gave a coquettish cry, and fell back into Feng Yi's arms.

Feng Yi said softly: "What's wrong?"

Hong Lingbo gave him a sideways glance and said resentfully: "It's all your fault......"

Feng Yi immediately understood; even though she practiced martial arts, after several times last night the pain of breaking her virginity was inevitable, he felt a twinge of guilt and said: "It's all my fault; sigh, these days I've been in the brothel, untouched by worldly matters, I never expected to meet you and lose control." As he spoke, he transmitted true qi to her.

After all, Divine Illumination True Qi is a supreme healing aid! Hearing this, Hong Lingbo not only wasn't angry, but smiled and said: "It can't be entirely blamed on you; I myself couldn't hold back either......"

Having said that, she suddenly fell silent.

Feng Yi asked: "How come?"

Hong Lingbo sighed softly and said: "My master said that all men in the world are no good......"

Feng Yi snorted and said: "From now on don't call her your master; you have become my woman, how could you be inferior to her by a generation? Moreover, she herself is disillusioned and cynical—those nonsense words are best not listened to."

Hong Lingbo felt a warm rush in her chest, yet she said: "There are always philanderers in this world!"

Feng Yi said: "Miss Hong......"

With a swish, Hong Lingbo rose to her feet and shouted: "What do you call me?"

Hong Lingbo's face fell like a veil of frost, and she continued: "Last night you called me Lingbo; now you call me Miss Hong. In your eyes, is my chaste daughter's body worth nothing? What do you take me for?"

Having grown up under Li Mochou's influence, she was naturally extremely sensitive, and having heard of those faithless men who deceive women of their bodies and shirk responsibility, how could she not be angry?

Seeing her anger, Feng Yi understood the reason and hurriedly said: "Lingbo, I spoke wrongly!"

Yet in his heart he lamented: "Good heavens! Could this be another Li Mochou? Even Lu Zhan yuan never slept with Li Mochou, but I have—if this isn't handled well, brother, you're being too impulsive!"

Seeing his low spirits, Hong Lingbo softened her tone and said: "I've heard that once a man obtains a woman's body, he no longer cares for her; and besides, we are not yet married......"

Just as they were speaking, a "gurgle" sounded—Feng Yi's stomach growled; Hong Lingbo exclaimed "yah!" and pushed him away, saying: "You're just talking; hurry up and put on your clothes, or if someone sees us, what will become of us!" Her tone had a hint of coquettishness.

Feng Yi saw that she was quite understanding and even felt a bit fond of her; seeing her put on a Daoist robe again, he said: "Later I'll take you to town to buy some proper clothes; from now on don't wear the Daoist robe."

Hong Lingbo hummed: "If you really want me to wear the Daoist robe from now on, I won't either—I'm afraid the Old Lord would blame me!"

With a "rip", Hong Lingbo suddenly tore off the sheet stained with her virgin's blood and handed it to Feng Yi, saying: "Keep this."

"Keep it?" Feng Yi blinked and asked: "Is this a love token?"

Hong Lingbo blinked, smiled, and said: "My master once gave that philanderer Lu Zhan yuan a hand-embroidered silk handkerchief she made herself—hehe, you know what I mean."

Feng Yi stared at her up and down and said: "You're not learning the good things; instead you're learning these useless tricks from her!"

Though he said that, seeing Hong Lingbo's pretty face flushed white with red, her hair disheveled like clouds, her maidenly demeanor showing, he still solemnly accepted it and tucked it away in his bosom.

He knew that Hong Lingbo's implied meaning was: don't let yourself fail her; this is what he ought to do.

Seeing him thus, Hong Lingbo gave a gentle smile, personally brought the washbowl and served Feng Yi; having followed Li Mochou, she was accustomed to attending to attire, and Feng Yi did not refuse; after they finished washing up, they went out together to eat.

At this moment Hong Lingbo finally had the leisure to carefully survey Feng Yi's small courtyard; she felt the trees lush and verdant, occasional birdcalls and insect chirps; although it did not compare to her master's Crimson Cloud Manor, it still gave a sense of transcendence; she was extremely delighted, imagining living here with him in the future, which would also be nice.

But a glance revealed a familiar yellow shadow in the cool pavilion; Hong Lingbo hastily darted aside, wanting to hide.

To be honest, she was quite grateful to have become Li Mochou's disciple, which by a twist of fate let her meet Feng Yi and share a night of joy with him. Although Feng Yi said to sever their master-disciple ties, she still feared Li Mochou, almost forgetting to breathe, and had not yet recovered.

Then a cold, icy voice pierced her ears: "Lingbo, what good deed have you done!"

Li Mochou had already risen, turned her head, the breeze gentle, her temples fluttering.

After just one night apart, both felt she had grown much more gaunt—her jade-like face deathly pale, her eyes red and swollen, resembling a walnut.

Hong Lingbo exclaimed in shock: "Master, you, your eyes."

Feng Yi, hearing her still address her that way, couldn't help but give her a sideways glance.

But thinking that she was accustomed to calling her that, and that it couldn't be changed instantly, he said nothing.

Li Mochou gave a bleak smile and said: "Am I really that hard to look at?"

Feng Yi couldn't help but chuckle, thinking: "This woman is truly something—she still worries about her looks at a time like this."

Hong Lingbo bit her lip and said: "No way, Master still looks quite fine."

Li Mochou gave a cold snort: "Now that you have a backer, you no longer regard me; your mouth is full of lies—from today on, you are no longer my disciple, nor a member of my Ancient Tomb Sect!"

Hong Lingbo hesitated slightly, then gave a faint nod.

Then Feng Yi said calmly: "Lingbo, go buy some food; I have words to say with him."

His tone was bland, yet it carried an irresistible authority.

Hong Lingbo gave an "oh", turned, and left the door.

In the blink of an eye, only the two of them remained in the courtyard,

Feng Yi stared at Li Mochou, and Li Mochou stared back at him; both faces were cold and indifferent, revealing nothing of what they thought.

They stared at each other for a while, then Feng Yi suddenly broke into a hehe laugh—starting with a soft chuckle, then clutching his belly and bursting into loud hahaha laughter.

Li Mochou's face darkened, and she coldly said: "You're laughing at my ugly eyes, aren't you?"

Feng Yi straightened up, drew a slight breath, and said: "I never expected the illustrious Crimson Silk Fairy to actually listen in on people's lovemaking—hehe, I can't help but laugh!"

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou's face flushed red, she suddenly turned her back to him and snapped: "You know I'm listening, yet you dare to do that—don't you think it's too outrageous?"

"Outrageous?" Feng Yi laughed: "I don't think so; on the contrary, I find it rather stimulating!"

Li Mochou instantly grasped his meaning, immediately felt dizzy, her face burning like fire, she glanced around and shouted sternly: "You have no shame—I should have given you a needle of ice‑silver last night!"

Feng Yi laughed: "You ought to be grateful you did nothing; otherwise, having just revived you, I'd have to kill you too—how boring."

Li Mochou couldn't help but be stunned.

She knew that since Feng Yi had heard her, given her current state, how could a sneak attack succeed? Making a move would certainly be death.

Li Mochou had fainted from crying the previous night; when she faintly heard a man's panting and a girl's moans, she simply could not believe her own ears.

Although she was still a virgin who kept her body pure as jade, she was not an ignorant little girl unaware of sexual matters.

Hong Lingbo was, after all, her disciple; the inheritors of the Ancient Tomb Sect are all virgins, yet she was being intimate with a man she had only met once—wouldn't that make people think she was also licentious?

Thus, in a fit of anger, she crept over, intending to kill the two, but upon reaching the courtyard she felt that the sounds Hong Lingbo made were full of happiness, and Feng Yi's panting was also full of comfort.

She couldn't help feeling lost, not knowing what to do; she understood that she had preserved her chastity only out of helplessness, not because she had truly severed all feelings of love and desire.

The frenzy of Feng Yi and Hong Lingbo inevitably brought Lu Zhan yuan's appearance and smile fully to Li Mochou's mind.

Although they had never engaged in sexual relations, they had played the flute and plucked the zither together; the memories of their travels through the jianghu together were many, and these scenes floated before her eyes.

Yet listening to Feng Yi's breathing, she couldn't help recalling his words: 'Lu Zhan yuan doesn't want you; that's the end of it!'

Hearing those words, she felt intense hatred in her heart, yet at that moment she changed her mind, thinking Feng Yi was right!

Because her purity had been defiled by Feng Yi.

All these years, she has hated everything, simply because she believed she gave Lu Zhan yuan her wholehearted sincerity while he was fickle and unfaithful; but what about now?

She had been seen naked all over by someone who had intimate relations with her disciple; as far as she knew, that person had already touched her breasts while she was unconscious.

This made her feel she no longer deserved to say she loved Lu Zhan yuan; in the midnight of her dreams, she dared not meet him again! She felt she had let Lu Zhan yuan down.

And Feng Yi and Hong Lingbo behaving this way were mocking her; not only that, the bright moon hanging in the heavens, the clear light spreading across the earth, the far-reaching great trees—all were mocking her, mercilessly mocking her love, and burning her heart.

Only at this moment did her feelings resemble those when Lu Zhan yuan had abandoned her years ago.

"Feng Yi, I hate you!"

Li Mochou had this thought in her heart: without realizing it, Feng Yi had successfully taken Lu Zhan yuan's place, of course, in the position of her hatred.

Li Mochou scattered Lu Zhan yuan and He Yuanjun's ashes, one into the sea, one onto the high mountains, so that the two would never meet again for eternity.

How deep this hatred is, you can imagine.

Li Mochou gritted her silver teeth, biting her cherry lips until they bled, unaware, she wanted to launch silver needles to stab Feng Yi and them to death.

But she was also a person who cared about face, unable to act while a man and woman were engaged in illicit intimacy.

After much thought, she finally stood for a while, tears streaming down her face, then walked away dazed and listless, wishing to leave this place, to recover her body before exacting proper revenge.

Unfortunately, things went against her wishes; her body was too weak, she could walk only a few steps before being unable to move, so she went to the cool pavilion and sat there the whole half night, letting the wind tousle her beautiful hair and dry her tears.

Li Mochou's chaotic thoughts came flooding in; Feng Yi just watched her, watching her shoulders tremble, thinking of her silently shedding tears. His original intention was to humiliate her, to provoke her anger so he could strike in the ensuing chaos, forcing her to hand over the Five Poisons Secret Transmission, but now he no longer wanted to do that.

After all, the fact that he had seen her body and touched her breasts was true; and she, a lovely young maiden whose tender body had been corroded by hatred after a failed love, acted wildly everywhere in exchange for an illusory revenge, which was both laughable and pitiable—why would he need to replace Lu Zhan yuan and become the person she hated most? It would be meaningless.

Upon thinking this, Feng Yi couldn't help but let out a long sigh, tapped his cane, turned back to the house, carried a plate of fresh fruit from the table, entered the pavilion, placed the fruit on the table, tapped the stone bench beside him with his cane, and said: 'Fairy Li, please have a seat!'

Li Mochou's thoughts were drawn back; she also felt herself tearing up again, hastily wiped her tears, fiercely stared at Feng Yi, her beautiful eyes full of sorrow and indignation, and said: 'What do you want to say to me?'

Feng Yi straightened his body, bowed to Li Mochou, and said: 'Yesterday, I was in the wrong; here I offer my apologies to the fairy, and please do not take it to heart.'

This surprised Li Mochou greatly; seeing Feng Yi's martial prowess, rare in a lifetime, and judging from his character, he was also extremely proud—how could he apologize to this female demon? She muttered resentfully: 'Your martial arts surpass mine; why need you apologize to me? I will not give you the Five Poisons Secret Transmission.'

Feng Yi smiled and said: 'I merely feel that having looked at a woman's body is ultimately my fault, so I apologize to you.'

As for the Five Poisons Secret Transmission, although I want it, it is not something I must obtain at all costs, nor is it worth my making a ceremony over it.

Li Mochou's face flushed red for a moment, she burst into loud laughter, her waist shaking as she said: 'You're right! How remarkable you are, Feng Yi—if it weren't for the Five Poisons Secret Transmission, why would you have abducted my master and disciple?' Her posture remained graceful, but her voice was hoarse, no longer the clear, pleasant tone it once was.

Feng Yi ignored her mockery, reached out, picked up an apple, handed it to her, and smiled: 'If you want to scold me, you'd better wet your throat first.'

Li Mochou snorted: 'If you think using these false pretenses will soften my heart, you are completely mistaken.'

Feng Yi merely looked at her silently.

Li Mochou eventually took it; having consumed neither food nor drink all night, she was thirsty, and immediately took a bite.

Before the cool refreshment could spread through her body, she saw Feng Yi slap his palm down, shaking loose a corner of the stone table.

Li Mochou snorted: 'I know your internal strength is profound; no need to show off!'

Feng Yi gave a slight smile, said nothing, and with a casual wave sent the stone flying upward; with a loud 'Boom!' it pierced the pavilion roof and flew out.

Li Mochou thought: 'This brat is just playing mysterious, what is he up to?'

As she was pondering, Feng Yi pointed upward and said: 'Daoist Li, please have a good look.'

Li Mochou thought: 'This brat wants my Five Poisons Secret Transmission; knowing force won't work, he's trying to wear me down—I'll just see what he's capable of.'

Following his finger, she saw a hole about an inch square opened in the pavilion roof; afternoon sunlight streamed through the gap, falling on her body, very comfortable, and she said: 'What are you letting me look at?'

Feng Yi gave a mysterious smile and said: 'Do you still remember Lu Zhan yuan?'

Li Mochou's face changed, and she said coldly: 'Why do you bring him up?'

Feng Yi smiled: 'You dream of him day and night, don't you? Why shouldn't I mention him?'

Li Mochou glanced at him askance, coldly saying: 'Lu Lang is peerless in the world; what does it matter if I think of him?'

She spoke lightly, but her body began to tremble.

"What a peerless one!" Feng Yi gave a slight smile and said: 'But he is ultimately dead!'

Li Mochou's face changed again; not knowing what he intended, her eyes were full of doubt.

Feng Yi, reading her expression, rose and slowly walked to Li Mochou's side, placing both hands on her shoulders.

"Impudent!" Li Mochou had been glaring at him tightly; seeing his hand on her shoulder, she immediately changed expression, raised her brows and shouted: 'What do you take me for?'

Li Mochou, a virgin who had lost in love, had become unusually averse to sexual matters; if it were anyone else, the Crimson Silk Divine Palm and Life-Ending Horsetail Whisk would have already been employed, but against Feng Yi they were useless, so she could only shout in anger.

Feng Yi said: 'Why the rush? I merely saw you were weak and gave you a bit of true qi.'

Li Mochou then felt two warm currents flow from her shoulders throughout her body, permeating every limb; a heat rose spontaneously from her dantian, and her body, chilled from last night, instantly became utterly comfortable.

Feng Yi lightly said: 'Go to my place and have another look!' saying this, he withdrew his hands.

Li Mochou felt so comfortable, then suddenly the true qi cut off; she felt suffocated inside, yet toward Feng Yi she had no recourse—she could not beat him in a fight, anger was useless against him, and laughing would be inappropriate.

She had no choice but to rise, feigning indifference as she said: 'I suppose I'll see what there is to see.' Her gaze, however, lingered dreamily on the ceiling as she walked to the spot where Feng Yi had just sat; looking up, she saw the sky as deep as the sea, and instinctively remarked: 'Isn't that just a cracked heaven? What's the big deal?'

Feng Yi coughed twice, whispering, "You, you..." For some reason, the words he had prepared earlier—at this very moment—he couldn't utter a single word.

Li Mochou glanced at Feng Yi, then suddenly asked, "Are you trying to say that changing positions would let you see a different environment?"

Feng Yi, Li Mochou, also known as "Chilian Xianzi" (Red Silk Fairy). This is a nickname? "Chilian Xianzi" literally means "Red Silk Fairy". It's an epithet used as a name? The line says "Surely it's the renowned Red Silk Fairy!" This is a title/nickname for Li Mochou. According to the rules, an epithet habitually used as a person's name should be treated as a name and written in pinyin. Since it's used to refer to her, we should treat it as a name: "Chilian Xianzi". However we need to decide whether to translate the meaning? The rule states that cultivation terms must be translated by meaning, but epithets used as names should be pinyin. "Chilian Xianzi" is a nickname, not a cultivation term. Therefore we should romanize it as "Chilian Xianzi". However we need to check if it's a known epithet; but we follow the rule: if it's used as a person's name or habitual nickname, it should be pinyin. So include.

Also, "sunlight shining on the body" is just a phrase.

The sky is vast, infinitely vast—how does it compare to him, Lu Zhan yuan?

"You consider yourself a heroine among women, but because of just a mere man, you've become like this now; perhaps your reputation is not deserved!" No new names.

Many references: Li Mochou, Feng Yi, also "Huang Rong". So include Huang Rong. Also "The renowned Huang Rong of the martial world doesn't even take notice." So Huang Rong is a person name.

Although Li Mochou's standards were high and ordinary things rarely entered her discerning eye, seeing Feng Yi's calm and composed demeanor made her heart thump.

the guardian palace sand handed down by the ancient tomb people

Also, "Ancient Tomb successor" is a description, not a name.

Li Mochou's face flushed red; she glanced at Feng Yi and said in a hoarse voice, "You really are shameless!"

Feng Yi thought, "I've already seen your body; what's an arm?" He stared at her eyes and slowly said, "You are still a virgin; your affair with Lu Zhan Yuan was just a loveless relationship that came to nothing—this is really no big deal!"

Hong Lingbo appears. Also, "illicit union without a matchmaker" is a phrase.

Feng Yi was indifferent, smiling and saying, "Our feelings have come naturally; you wouldn't understand even if I explained!"

Having said that, he paused, his expression turned serious, and he spoke earnestly: "I don't want to hear about your affairs, because regardless of who is right or wrong, Lu Zhan Yuan is already dead."

: same.

"You've had enough revenge on him, haven't you?"

: no.

Feng Yi also said, "You keep holding on, feeling that your sincere heart was misplaced, but what can you do? You're tormenting not the other person, but yourself."

"It's merely that your martial arts are strong, allowing you to vent this resentment on others, but in fact—does it help?"

"Over all these years, seeing others loving each other, haven't you still felt painful envy—has there been any change at all?"

These words came straight from the heart; the two locked eyes, and Li Mochou saw regret in his eyes. Thinking back to last night, she felt the man before her could not be stared at directly; she even heard her own heartbeat, and immediately shouted, "Stay away from me!"

Feng Yi grunted and shifted his feet a little.

Li Mochou shouted again, "Even farther!"

Feng Yi shifted another little, always staying by her side.

Li Mochou, encountering this scoundrel Feng Yi, felt both angry and amused, and cursed, "Feng Yi, you're just a rascal!" Her voice was hoarse, as if filled with endless hatred.

Lingbo appears in the phrase "Lingbo has become intimate". This is part of Hong Lingbo's name. So we already have Hong Lingbo.

"If I weren't a rascal, how could I have seen your body and been intimate with Lingbo?"

"If I weren't a rascal, how could I, knowing you've done countless evil, still save your life? Besides, you're beautiful—this is a masterpiece painstakingly crafted by the Creator; I couldn't bear to destroy such a treasure!"

These words changed Li Mochou's impression of Feng Yi greatly; she felt he was somewhat a scoundrel, yet also had a gentle, lovable side and interesting demeanor, and moreover he did not hide his true feelings.

This, however, left Li Mochou's heart in turmoil, thinking of Lu Zhan Yuan one moment and Feng Yi the next, their images intertwining and shifting faster and faster; she felt extreme sorrow in her heart: "My heart has already been given to Zhan Yuan—how could I think of him..."

But the more she imagined this, the more frequently Feng Yi's image appeared in her mind, becoming clearer; her previous hatred faded by half. Li Mochou suddenly lifted her head and gazed directly at Feng Yi, then said softly, "All right, I'll give you the Five Poisons Secret Transmission; from now on, we'll go our separate ways—bridge to bridge, road to road—and never meet again!"

Feng Yi thought, "Of course, who would want to see you!" But he couldn't say that out loud; he smiled and asked, "You don't have it on you, do you? How are you going to give it to me?"

Li Mochou gave him a sideways glance and said, "I've memorized the Five Poisons Secret Transmission inside out; can't I just transmit it to you silently?"

: no.

Li Mochou instantly understood, and said impatiently, "Since I've promised to give it to you, I won't give you a fake!"

"But you must not leak it; otherwise, given my current martial arts, without poison, I'd have only a few days left to live."

Seeing her dejected demeanor, Feng Yi felt compassion and blurted, "If you can stop killing indiscriminately in the future, why not do something meaningful with me?"

These words carried profound meaning; they shocked Li Mochou's heart, her face flushed crimson, and she stammered, "I can't be with you, I absolutely can't..." Her voice grew weaker and weaker.

"What's there that you can't do?" Feng Yi retorted, "The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of every commoner!"

Having heard the first half, Li Mochou hadn't yet decided how to rebuke him, but upon hearing the second half, curiosity stirred and she couldn't help asking, "What do you mean?"

Feng Yi said proudly, "I'm not afraid to tell you: if it's merely a struggle for supremacy in the martial world, once my leg injury heals, I'll fear no one under heaven—so why would I need your ancient tomb's lightness skill and the Five Poisons Secret Manual?"

Yue Wumu - a historical figure (General Yue Fei's posthumous name). This is a person name. According to the rule, it should be romanized. So include Yue Wumu.

"But I lack the old man's talent for deploying troops and battlefield tactics; I can only do petty sneaking and trivial tricks, so I must enhance my lightness skill and make poison my main focus!"

Li Mochou stared blankly and said, "You, you want me to go with you to assassinate a major Mongol figure?"

Being intelligent, she naturally understood Feng Yi's purpose.

Feng Yi nodded and said, "Exactly. In life, eight or nine out of ten things go against our wishes; a setback in love is nothing. Couldn't we focus on a career instead? Of course, most women live for love. With your looks and talent, finding someone to marry would be easy—why cling to that dead tree, Lu Zhan Yuan?"

Li Mochou stared blankly as Feng Yi spoke at length; her face turned ashen then flushed, she felt a surge of sourness rise from her chest, her eye sockets warmed, and she hastily spat, saying, "What nonsense are you spouting? Could it be that you treat Lingbo the same way?"

Feng Yi glanced at her and found it somewhat strange.

Li Mochou felt this was wrong, but couldn't articulate why, so she continued, "I've killed countless people; the righteous heroes of the jianghu all oppose me—how could I work with you? You're being overly presumptuous!"

Feng Yi said lightly, "As long as one is a hero of the righteous path, even when facing the utterly wicked, one believes in giving them a chance to reform. If you stop your wrongdoing and wholeheartedly work with me, that would be serving the nation and ethnicity; anyone who then gives you trouble would be following heretical ways, and with me around, you'd have nothing to worry about."

His words were plain, yet they gave Li Mochou a sense of overbearing authority, and she felt a great inner peace. Moreover, his words were indeed very reasonable.

All True Sect

Feng Yi was waiting for her reply when he suddenly heard a faint footstep in the distance; she was running hastily—these were Hong Lingbo's footsteps—and at the same time a voice called out, "Little girl, where are you running to? Where is my son?"

The voice was loud and grating; in the distance a flock of birds burst into the air with a "whoosh," and Li Mochou's expression changed drastically as she exclaimed, "It's him!"

Before Feng Yi could inquire, he suddenly heard a cheerful shout: "We've arrived—your son is inside!"

"Feng Ge" is a nickname for Feng Yi. According to the rule, nicknames habitually used as a person's name should be written in pinyin, so we would include "Feng Ge". However, since we already have Feng Yi as his proper name and the nickname refers to the same character, we might not list it separately.

"Illuminated Stele Wall" maybe a place? It is a wall with inscribed steles, a descriptive location name. According to the rule, since it's descriptive, we should translate its meaning: "Illuminated Stele Wall". As it's not a proper name, we keep the translation.

With a bang, two strange forces collided; Feng Yi grunted and was flung backward into the courtyard, even faster than his previous retreat.

The attacker's left palm pushed Feng Yi back, and he himself retreated a step, but without needing a crutch in his right hand he had already seized Hong Lingbo, laughing loudly, "What a girl, just as cunning as Li Mochou's lass, with hidden masters lying in wait, trying to assassinate me!"

Feng Yi sensed that this person's movement was extraordinarily swift, his inner strength and martial arts extremely formidable—the most formidable person he had ever seen up to now. Looking closely, he saw an old man, tall and sturdy, with a high nose and deep-set eyes, his gaze icy, his face covered in short white whiskers like silver or iron.

Hong Lingbo was grabbed by him on the back of her neck, her legs straight, with no room to resist at all.

Feng Yi looked at Li Mochou and asked, "Who is he?"

Li Mochou murmured, "I don't know what his name is, he himself doesn't know what his name is either; he's just a madman, but his martial arts are unfathomably deep—even my master is no match for him!"

Feng Yi, hearing this, already knew who this person was in his heart—surely it was the West Poison Ouyang Feng—and immediately smiled, saying, "Your Excellency, with such divine skill, there is no rival under heaven; bullying a little girl is hardly honorable."

The old man turned toward the sound; seeing his marvelous martial arts, not to be underestimated, and also noting his handsome features, he felt a bit pleased. Moreover, the words "there is no rival under heaven" struck him right in the heart; he grinned and said, "It was she who said my son is here that made me seek her out, but for your words, I'll give them back to you!"

(End of chapter)