Chapter 91

When Feng Yi first truly engaged a master of the Five Absolutes, his battle spirit soared; in that single strike, the force was distinct, and each was extremely sharp.

Entities: Feng Yi, Five Absolutes (Five Absolutes? but it's a term, maybe not a named entity? It's a group title, but it's a coined term? It's "Five Absolutes" meaning "Five Absolutes". It's a known group of top masters. Should we include? The glossary instruction: list every named entity / coined term in these lines: characters (protagonist & minor ones), places, sects/clans/factions/peoples, official & sect ranks/titles, techniques, cultivation realms/pills/treasures, named beasts/items, fan-fiction names. Exclude common words/objects, generic forms of address (not ranks), real-world brands/apps/celebrities, internet slang, and bare generic genre words. So "Five Absolutes" is a faction/title? It's a group of five top masters. Could be considered a named entity (a title). However it's not a proper name like a sect; it's a descriptor. Might be considered generic? I'd lean to include as it's a specific group known as Five Absolutes. But the instruction says "Exclude... bare generic genre words." "Five Absolutes" is not generic; it's a specific title. However we need to see if it's already in glossary? Not provided. We'll need to add if appears. Similarly Evil East Huang Yaoshi appears later: Evil East (Evil East) is a title for Huang Yaoshi. That's a nickname used as part of his name. Should we include Evil East as part of his name? The glossary says use exact English forms for named entities. For nicknames habitually used as that person's name, we keep pinyin. But Evil East is a title, not a name. Should we translate? It's a title meaning Evil East. According to rules: cultivation terms must be translated by meaning, never romanized. So Evil East should be translated as Evil East. However it's part of his epithet; but we can treat as a title. The glossary only gave Feng Yi and Wang Zhongyang. For other names we need to decide.

We need to list every named entity / coined term in these lines. Let's go through each line and extract.

We'll produce a glossary list after translation, with each entry as {"raw_term":"EnglishName","original_term":"ChineseChars"}.

We must reuse exact English from glossary above for terms already listed. So for Feng Yi and Wang Zhongyang we must use those exact forms.

Now let's parse lines.

I'll go line by line, note entities.

【1】 Feng Yi, Five Absolutes. Also maybe "expert" is generic (expert) not named.

Ouyang Feng - a character. Also "madman" is generic. "top expert" generic.

Huang Yaoshi - character. Also maybe "Evil East" not yet.

Huang Yaoshi and Feng Yi competed in leg strength, but that was not merely lightness skill; there was also a comparison of internal strength, and he had already secretly felt alarmed. Seeing Feng Yi's move, though slow, he did not dare to meet it head‑on; his legs stayed still, his shoulder swayed slightly, and he had already slipped to Feng Yi's side, then suddenly swung his palm and struck out.

Such adaptability occurred in an instant, as swift as a startled swan's flash of lightning; Feng Yi could not help but exclaim, "Excellent technique!" and turned to throw a punch.

Unexpectedly, as the two forces met, Huang Yaoshi's internal strength suddenly withdrew; Feng Yi's punch struck empty, his body involuntarily leaning forward, and in that instant Huang Yaoshi had already changed his move, slipping behind Feng Yi and slamming a palm straight at his back.

Feng Yi's punch missed, but he was already on guard, knowing the opponent must have a killing move; although his body leaned forward, it suddenly shifted sideways three feet, just enough to deflect Huang Yaoshi's palm aimed at his back, and at the same time he extended a long ape‑like arm; hearing a whoosh, the strong wind split the air, and his palm swept horizontally toward Huang Yaoshi.

Huang Yaoshi's left palm suddenly shot out, swiftly seizing Feng Yi's extended right wrist, his strike as fast as a thunderbolt.

Feng Yi's right hand suddenly turned over, hooking toward Huang Yaoshi's left wrist, but little did he know that Huang Yaoshi's palm was incredibly elusive; it twisted, the palm face flipped and brushed straight at Feng Yi's chest.

Feng Yi shifted his body slightly to the right to avoid the palm; Huang Yaoshi's body followed like a shadow, his palm changing from a straight brush to a diagonal chop, and Feng Yi's right hand's five fingers instantly flicked toward Huang Yaoshi's pulse point.

Huang Yaoshi opened his left hand, his right hand's finger shot out like an arrow toward Feng Yi's chest; Feng Yi lightly brushed with his left hand, deflecting the finger force, then exhaled and threw a punch; Huang Yaoshi turned his palm and struck out, the two forces of fist and palm meeting.

With a crack, a whirlwind suddenly surged up; both men involuntarily swayed, then, taking advantage of the force, leapt backward more than ten feet.

Upon first contact, they responded and counterattacked, turning defense into offense, swift as a flash of lightning! But after several consecutive strange exchanges of attack and defense, each knew the other's measure; none dared to underestimate the opponent, they withdrew their palms, stood facing each other, eyes locked, motionless.

Feng Yi, Evil East Huang Yaoshi (Evil East Huang Yaoshi). Also "Divine Illumination Skill", "Blood Blade Classic", "Nine Yin True Classic". These are techniques/cultivation scriptures. Need to translate them by meaning: "Divine Illumination Skill" -> Divine Illumination Skill? Actually "Divine Illumination" could be "Divine Illumination". "Skill" is skill/method. So "Divine Illumination Skill". "Blood Blade Classic" -> Blood Scripture? Actually "Blood Blade Classic" is "Blood Blade Classic"? In the novel, it's a skill from Blood Blade Sect. We'll translate as "Blood Blade Classic". "Nine Yin True Classic" -> Nine Yin True Classic. These are cultivation manuals.

Also Divine Illumination Skill and Blood Blade Classic have been practiced to perfection.

Huang Yaoshi, Feng Yi (referred as this person). Also internal energy is generic.

Yet this adaptable move of his could not be achieved by mere diligent practice; his martial experience was also ample—just where did he come from?

Huang Yaoshi (referred as Mr

Although he had exchanged only a few brief moves with Feng Yi, each move actually contained countless variations; in the whole world, only a handful of people could receive even one of his moves.

Ma Yu - a character. Also Heavenly Gang Big Dipper Formation maybe a formation name: "Big Dipper Northern Array"? Actually "Heavenly Gang Big Dipper Formation" is a formation. Could be considered a named technique/formation. We'll translate as "Heavenly Gang Big Dipper Formation". But need to see if it's a named entity. It's a specific formation. Likely we should include as a coined term: "Heavenly Gang Big Dipper Formation". However the instruction says exclude generic forms of address, but this is a specific formation name. We'll include."

Thinking of this, Huang Yaoshi gave a long laugh: "Among young people, someone with your skill is unheard of for me; this time please try my technique!" His left palm floated out, appearing casual but actually profound and unfathomable.

Feng Yi, Huang Yaoshi, the "Qi Gate" point—actually an acupoint—could be considered a named point; we translate it as "Qi Gate", a cultivation term.

Huang Yaoshi laughed loudly, stepped back three feet, leapt into the air, and kicked with his right foot at the opponent's face, swift beyond compare; his left foot followed immediately with another kick.

Feng Yi swayed aside, letting the first kick pass; he waved his right hand, sending a gentle wind straight at the opponent's ankle, but he did not expect Huang Yaoshi's left foot to keep kicking.

He flipped his body and turned swiftly, yet Huang Yaoshi's airborne body shook, and his right foot followed up with another attack.

He lashed out with both legs in succession, kicking out six times in an instant.

Feng Yi and Huang Yaoshi's technique called Whirlwind Sweeping Leaves Leg.

Feng Yi's praise had not yet finished when Huang Yaoshi landed, then suddenly surged forward, unleashing a flurry of six palms and six legs in rapid succession.

Huang Yaoshi, the technique Peach Blossom Falling Petals Palm.

East Wind Supreme Technique, also referred to as the sixty-six thirty-six moves.

Feng Yi was a veteran of great battles, unperturbed in danger; he took a deep breath, stepped back two paces, and threw a series of connected punches that seemed casual but carried a mighty aura, completely neutralizing the incoming fists and feet.

Huang Yaoshi and Feng Yi's technique Mysterious Gate Five Turns (Qi Men Five Turns), plus the Nine Yin True Classic.

The Nine Yin True Classic again, and the technique Great Subduing Demon Fist.

While chatting and laughing, Huang Yaoshi's martial art underwent a change; his movements became elusive, and his palms issued forth in continuous chops, each as fast as the last.

Huang Yaoshi, the Huashan Sword Discussion (also known as the Huashan Sword Summit), and the character Guo Jing.

Nearly twenty years have passed since then; he is now over eighty, his energy waned, yet his internal strength grows deeper with practice—after unleashing more than forty palms, his internal power shows no sign of exhaustion.

Feng Yi then felt overwhelming pressure, squeezing from all sides; everywhere he looked were Huang Yaoshi's shadows, his body like a leaf dancing in the wind, a boat tossed in a raging sea, swept left by this hurricane‑like force one moment and flung right the next—an indescribable discomfort; the Great Subduing Demon Fist could not hope to work, and he actually felt his mind become muddled.

At that moment Feng Yi turned his body, his eyes deep, his expression strange like an ancient cold pool; he did not retreat but advanced, suddenly leaning forward, bending his elbow and shaking his arm, his right hand's five fingers hooking upward at the opponent's left wrist, while his left hand shot straight into the midst of the flashing palms, a peerless gang wind, wildly sweeping Huang Yaoshi.

These two moves were complete in spirit and full of qi, their palm movements rising and falling, fully displaying a master's bearing; Huang Yaoshi, confident in his divine skill, had expected Feng Yi to feel dizzy and collapse when facing the "Five Turns of the Mysterious Gate," but who would have thought this boy not only kept a clear mind but could also see his attacks clearly and come forward to meet them; his heart shuddered, and he secretly thought, "I never imagined that, while I consider myself versed in all martial arts under heaven, I would neither recognize his internal energy nor his martial art."

Huang Yaoshi felt deeply ashamed after those few exchanges, and could not help but exclaim, "Esoteric sect martial arts?"

Although he did not recognize Feng Yi's martial art, his knowledge was broad and his discerning eye like a torch; at a glance he saw the profundity.

What Feng Yi displayed at this moment was precisely the fist and foot technique from the Blood Saber Classic; having it exposed in a single sentence, he was secretly startled.

Blood Blade Sect and the Esoteric Sect (referring to Esoteric Buddhism).

At this moment Huang Yaoshi had developed great interest, intending to see how many more tricks Feng Yi had up his sleeve, and he tightened his fists and feet.

At this moment the changes of both sides' fists and palms were incredibly swift; the fight grew ever fiercer, the two figures intertwining and spinning, turning like a wheel, impossible to tell apart—truly, not a hair's breadth between moves, swift as electric fire.

In an instant, they had exchanged forty or fifty moves.

Suddenly a few clear, ringing cries echoed across the heavens; the two combatants in the fierce battle simultaneously thrust out a palm, with a loud "pop," the lingering resonance long, the heavenly aura filling the sky, then vanishing in an instant.

The figures scattered; the two stood facing each other, more than ten feet apart.

Huang Yaoshi and Wang Chongyang (also spelled Wang Zhongyang).

Feng Yi's strange expression gradually faded, returning to his usual bearing; he gave a slight smile and said modestly, "I'm just a kid who got lucky—nothing worth mentioning. To compare me with the Grand Master Chongyang, a true patriarch, is more than I can bear."

Feng Yi and Huang Yaoshi observing a huge white eagle (a descriptive term, not a named beast).

Huang Yaoshi suddenly threw back his head and laughed loudly, saying, "Excellent! Excellent! I had misjudged you—turns out Feng Yi is indeed a good fellow who knows his own measure!"

Huang Yaoshi and Feng Yi, a generic Mongol official, and the Southern Song dynasty.

"Nonsense!" Feng Yi sneered, "Who told you I'm doing this to save the Song? And who told you I can do it, able to rescue the people from fire and water?"

Although Huang Yaoshi's conduct is eccentric, he despises the world, acts solely on his own likes and dislikes, and follows his own path; even now he is astonished, staring blankly at Feng Yi, unable to help but ask, "You're not doing it to save the Song, nor to save the people—then what are you doing it for?"

Huang Yaoshi, at heart, most respects loyal ministers and filial sons, believing loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness to be the great principles, not mere rites; yet Feng Yi's words left him unable to comprehend this person's pattern of behavior.

Feng Yi laughed long and said, "Want to know? Win first, then we'll talk!"

With a violent shout, a fist like lightning struck straight at Huang Yaoshi's chest and abdomen. Huang Yaoshi suddenly felt a gust of wind hit his face; upon meeting it with his palm, he immediately sensed a force like mountains and seas pressing down; had it not been for his several decades of pure internal energy naturally welling up, he could scarcely have withstood it, and had only to retreat to dissipate the momentum.

Feng Yi's fists had already arrived in a connected barrage—left rising, right falling, right sending, left waving—like a windmill, he unleashed seven punches in succession, yet without the slightest sound of wind.

Huang Yaoshi dared not be careless; he exerted himself to block, each time receiving a punch he stepped back one pace; after being forced back seven steps, he could not help but be moved, and blurted out, "Excellent fist technique! Does it have a name?"

Feng Yi shouted: "The fist is called No Shadow!" Seeing that he couldn't beat an old man, this time he went all out, stepping on the Ancient Tomb Sect's "Heavenly Net and Earthly Trap", which is truly light as a startled swan, agile as a swimming dragon; in his hand is the "No Shadow Divine Fist", both are about speed, combined, the power surges tremendously.

In an instant Feng Yi's body became hazy phantoms, fist shadows filling the sky, fist winds like waves and surges, crisscrossing and undulating, wrapping Huang Yaoshi from head to toe.

Huang Yaoshi spun like a top, throwing a punch to the east and a kick to the west, seemingly without pattern, yet his mighty force and perfect timing always managed to block Feng Yi's shocking‑wave techniques.

After exchanging blows, they launched another forty‑plus rapid attacks, the sound like popping beans; Huang Yaoshi exclaimed, "This is Lin Chaoying's martial art!"

He had heard of Lin Chaoying from Wang Zhongyang and had seen Li Mochou's tactics, so he naturally knew she was a successor of the Ancient Tomb School—in other words, Lin Chaoying's disciple‑grandson—and seeing that their lightness skills were exactly alike.

"Not bad!" Feng Yi smiled and said, "Please, senior, give me your guidance!"

Yet the same lightness skill, when Feng Yi employed it, reached the pinnacle of creation—far beyond what Li Mochou could match, like a heavenly net and earthly trap, leaving no place to escape.

"The Shadowless Divine Fist" is also Feng Yi's signature attack. It is called shadowless because his speed is too great, and his body technique is too swift, making it seem as if fist shadows fill the sky.

Huang Yaoshi rarely met a worthy opponent in his life; during the first Mount Hua Sword Discussion, Lin Chaoying had already been dead for over ten years, and though he later learned of her deeds, he never got to fight her, which he somewhat regretted.

At that moment he let out a clear whistle, blocking left and right, dismantling the attack, then suddenly sank his right wrist, emitting a series of "chi‑chi‑chi" as he flicked three fingers in rapid succession, like a spirit snake returning to its hole, the fingertips whistling, breaking through Feng Yi's fist wind and aiming at his vital points.

Feng Yi shouted, "What a magnificent Finger‑Flick Divine Power!"

One must know that this "Finger‑Flick Divine Power" is Huang Yaoshi's most profound secret art; relying on it in the first Mount Hua Sword Discussion, he stood shoulder‑to‑shoulder with the "Splitting Empty Palm", Wang Zhongyang's "Innate Skill", the West Poison's "Toad Skill", the North Beggar's "Eighteen Dragon‑Subduing Palms", and the One Lamp's "One Yang Finger", all famed in the world.

After decades of cultivation, he had reached a state of transformation, surpassing his former self; his true qi shot forth like a swift arrow, like a spear tipped with steel, both defensive and offensive. Though Feng Yi's follow‑up moves were endless, his momentum was checked and he was forced to retreat seven steps before his fist force could finally seal the opponent's finger power.

Each side used their lifetime supreme techniques to seize the initiative, forcing the opponent unable to retaliate; yet between them it remained even‑matched, hard to tell who would win.

Feng Yi knew he could rely on his deep inner strength and youth to wait until the opponent's stamina waned, but since this was not a life‑and‑death foe, he had no wish to do so; in an instant he felt his waist, shook his wrist, and a blade flashed—Feng Yi now held a sword, placed it across his chest, and said, "Master Huang, fists and feet alone cannot decide the victor; please draw your weapon as well!"

Huang Yaoshi reached down, pulled something up, and flicked it toward Feng Yi, saying, "Come on with your moves!"

In his hand was a tube of ancient blue jade flute, about three feet long, its surface dark‑green, which in the dim starlight emitted a clear, cold glow.

Feng Yi said, "This blade of mine can cut iron like mud; if you're afraid of losing, let's not compete!"

Huang Yaoshi laughed heartily, "Kid, I won't take advantage of you; if you can chop my jade flute in half, I'll count it as my loss!"

Although Huang Yaoshi understood Feng Yi's intentions, a young man has pride, and he too could not lack ambition; if Feng Yi, a junior, were to actually chop his weapon, he would be willing to bow his head and admit defeat.

Feng Yi laughed loudly, his blood‑red blade flicking and chopping, swiftly pointing at the opponent's chest.

Seeing the blade follow the person, Huang Yaoshi shook his wrist, the jade flute tracing a circle and turning into a green screen that shielded his front.

Feng Yi pulled back his hand to draw the blade, then suddenly swept it downward; Huang Yaoshi saw the blade coming, remained rooted, leaned his torso slightly forward, lowered the jade flute, and blocked left and right.

The "ding‑ding‑dang‑dang" sound of metal and jade shattered the night's stillness.

Huang Yaoshi laughed, "Fine swordplay!" His robes fluttered slightly; with a casual lift of the flute he unleashed the move "Flute Master Riding the Dragon", a humming sound, the sword‑like form graceful and elegant, the flute's tone like a dragon's roar, directly aiming at Feng Yi's "qi‑hub" point.

This is a sword technique Huang Yaoshi derived from the jade flute itself—subtle and marvelous, the sword becomes the flute, the flute becomes the sword.

Each had his own supreme lightness skill; in fist and foot techniques they were evenly matched, and now both sought to employ a light, swift strike‑and‑withdraw tactic to gain the upper hand.

It was truly heart‑pounding; after another several dozen exchanges, their movements grew ever faster, gradually their forms and shadows intertwined, making it hard to tell them apart.

All one could see was white light intertwining, cold gleams flickering; the two extraordinary weapons swept wider and wider, stirring up a hissing, buzzing wind that surged back and forth in the mountains, sounding like waves.

Suddenly, Feng Yi let out a clear whistle, fiercely bent his waist, leapt up from the ground more than three zhang high, spun in mid‑air head‑down feet‑up, and dove straight down, right blade and left palm striking simultaneously.

Seeing the blade's force and palm wind like a shower of stars across the sky, Huang Yaoshi watched Feng Yi dive down—a move that placed him at death's door—but the blade and fist wind were already before him, leaving no time to think; he steeled himself, let out a long whistle into the clouds, and the jade flute scattered a ring of flute‑blossoms, turning into a sheet of green light that he thrust forward to meet the attack.

The "dang‑dang" sound rang like linked beads; yet just as the two sides met, Feng Yi suddenly retracted his blade shadow, pressed his index finger on the hilt, turning the blade into an arrow that pierced through the successive rings of green waves Huang Yaoshi had stirred up.

This was a sword technique, not a blade strike; its thrust was swift and elusive, like a wild goose flying into the mist, and he struck down with a fist, emitting a whistling, trembling hum.

Huang Yaoshi's thoughts flashed: "Not good!" Before he could change his move, he felt dazzling blossoms before his eyes, and a bright, gleaming blade tip was already thrusting toward his face.

One must know that this move of Feng Yi's is a secret of the Linked City Sword Art, which he had never displayed before, precisely to make Huang Yaoshi think he only excelled in blade techniques, then suddenly switch to swordsmanship.

Huang Yaoshi had not anticipated this move!

His son‑in‑law Guo Jing, at twenty, had already reached the pinnacle of fist and foot skill without flaw, yet his weapon technique was not so.

And this was already an extraordinary figure among the younger generation; even though Huang Yaoshi was reluctant to admit it, he knew that his twenty‑year‑old self was far inferior to Guo Jing.

Who would have thought Feng Yi was even more of a genius than Guo Jing! Though young, he had already attained the peak of internal energy, fist and foot, and blade techniques, and yet he also knew swordsmanship? As the saying goes, "a hundred days to master the blade, a thousand days to master the sword"; swordplay is easy to learn but hard to perfect, and a person's energy is limited—how could Feng Yi, at his age, find the time to acquire so many martial arts?

Nevertheless, Huang Yaoshi, having enjoyed fame for decades as a grand master of martial arts, faced this situation by leaning his upper body back while the flute dance turned into a ring of flute shadows, like a divine dragon shaking its head, dismantling the incoming sword thrust; at the same moment his left hand curled its fingers and flicked out.

One was airborne, the other bent at the waist—this was a genuine head‑on clash, with no room for trickery.

Either one would lose, suffering light injury or heavy death, or both would be wounded, or they would perish together.

That would truly be a tragic ending.

But at that critical, hair‑breadth moment, two figures flew in, swift as meteors; one gray shadow was unbelievably fast, like a swimming dragon flashing through lightning, and shouted, "Hold your hands!" He spread his arms, one palm striking toward Feng Yi, a finger flicking toward Huang Yaoshi.

He used different techniques with each hand, which was already astonishing, but the very points he struck were precisely where the two of them could not avoid being hit, making his moves extraordinarily formidable.

Although Feng and Huang were still fighting, they sensed from the incoming force that an opponent of equal caliber had arrived; neither could continue their offense, each diverting strength to block the newcomer.

These three were all top‑tier figures capable of shaking the martial world today, and this clash of attacks was like heaven collapsing and earth splitting.

With a boom like thunder, a fierce wind rose, and the fine stones and coarse dust on the valley floor were instantly tossed up and swirled about.

Feng Yi felt a mountain‑moving, sea‑overturning force surge toward him, a power he had never encountered before; unable to control himself, he flipped three times in mid‑air before finally landing on the ground.

Huang Yaoshi shot forward along the ground more than two zhang; neither had steadied themselves when a black shadow, like a fleeing hare, swept past, stirring a gust of wind, landed beside Huang Yaoshi, sleeves flying, and cried, "Father!"

Feng Yi glanced over and saw that a man and a woman had appeared; under the moonlight, the man had thick brows and large eyes, a broad chest and narrow waist, about thirty years old, with a faint moustache on his upper lip.

The woman looked under thirty, her beauty exquisite, her eyes extraordinarily lively; she grabbed Huang Yaoshi's sleeve, and once he steadied himself, his face flushed with anger as he sharply turned his head away.

(End of chapter)