Chapter 68: Twin Killers of the Dark Winds

After accepting the Lesser Wuxiang Skill that Guo Jing handed them, Ke Zhen'e could not help sighing, "Back then, the seven of us and Daoist Priest Qiu made a wager — eighteen years later, you and Yang Kang would compete again at the Drunken Immortal Restaurant."

"Looking at it now, although your martial arts far surpass Yang Kang's, the seven of us ultimately taught you nothing. This wager is a loss for the seven of us."

The other six hurriedly nodded — after all, they truly had not taught Guo Jing anything.

Nie Huaishang listened and quickly said:

"Hero Ke, please don't say that. Daoist Priest Qiu Chuji's martial arts may be on par with all of you, but when it comes to teaching disciples, there's really nothing good to say."

Guo Jing heard Nie Huaishang's words and did not refute them — after all, in his view, Qiu Chuji's three disciples were truly nothing good to speak of.

"What do you mean?"

The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan heard Nie Huaishang's words and hurriedly asked.

"If Daoist Priest Qiu's three disciples had been under Hero Ke's tutelage, given Hero Ke's temperament, he would have cleansed the sect of them on the spot."

After sighing, Nie Huaishang recounted the future deeds of the three disciples Qiu Chuji had taught.

After hearing Nie Huaishang's account, they felt they never should have made that wager with Qiu Chuji — Qiu Chuji was truly unfit to be anyone's master.

What kind of disciples did he turn out? There was no need to mention the eldest disciple Yang Kang — they just wanted to ask: Qiu Chuji, after teaching Yang Kang for eighteen years, did you never tell him who his real father was?

To think that the descendant of Elder Yang Zaixing would sell his life for the Jin Kingdom.

As for the second disciple Yin Zhiping, although he later upheld great righteousness when Mongol warriors attacked the Chongyang Palace, swore to die rather than yield, and led the Quanzhen Sect disciples in resolute struggle against the Mongol warriors and traitors within the sect, the matter of taking advantage of someone's unguarded moment to defile their chastity was ultimately a disgrace.

Seeing the grave expressions on everyone's faces, Nie Huaishang joked with Guo Jing: "Guo Jing, I recall that fellow Yin Zhiping will, in about two years, be sent by his master on a mission far away to the Mongols to deliver news, and along the way test your martial arts. When the time comes, do you want to castrate him? After all, he's a man of the cloth and won't be needing that thing — and we could spare him from making mistakes later."

Everyone's expression sharpened at that — surely there was no need to go that far. Although he later failed to resist temptation, it still didn't warrant such a heavy hand.

Just as everyone was sighing, Tuo'er Buhua reported at the tent entrance: "Reporting to the Great Khan and the Angel — over these past few days, the bodies of the herders from our tribe who went missing have been found."

"What? Bring the bodies over for us to see. I want to see who killed our tribesmen."

Nie Huaishang flew into a rage — anyone who dared kill their people, even if it were Wang Han or Temujin himself, they would make them pay.

Soon the bodies of the missing herders were carried up by the crowd. Looking at the herders' bodies that had been brought up, they saw that on each corpse's forehead were five holes, shaped exactly as if they had been poked through by fingers.

Nie Huaishang reached into the holes to test them — five fingers fit perfectly into the five holes, the thumb fitting into a larger hole, the little finger into a smaller one, as if carefully carved to match the shape of a hand.

At this point, both Nie Huaishang and Guo Jing had fully understood in their hearts — their missing herders had been killed by Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Chaofeng. Seeing this, Guo Jing flew into a rage and said:

"Originally our attention was entirely on Temujin, yet the two of you have brought trouble onto our heads. Huaishang, you hold the main camp today. I'll take Zhebie and Father and the others to capture Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Chaofeng and bring them back for public execution."

Zhebie's martial talent was fairly decent; after practicing the Lesser Wuxiang Skill, he had no problem protecting himself against the Twin Killers of the Dark Winds. As for Guo Jing's father Guo Xiaotian, not only had he practiced the Lesser Wuxiang Skill, Guo Jing had also taught him the Lei Zhengfa — though Guo Jing's Lei Zhengfa could only transmit half of it to others.

Guo Xiaotian naturally could not practice the Yang Thunder, only the Water Visceral Thunder. Yet even half a volume of the thunder method let him utterly defeat the Twin Killers of the Dark Winds — let alone Guo Jing, who had practiced the complete thunder method.

Upon hearing the names Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Chaofeng from Guo Jing's mouth, Ke Zhen'e flew into a rage and immediately declared he would go with them to capture Mei Chaofeng, but was refused on the spot by Guo Jing:

"Eldest Master, Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Chaofeng have already mastered the Nine Yin White Bone Claws — their martial prowess is unfathomable. Both of their skills surpass Daoist Priest Qiu's. In the original course of events, Fifth Master died at their hands."

After speaking, Guo Jing took Guo Xiaotian and Zhebie to the desolate mountain where the Twin Killers of the Dark Winds practiced their art, to wait for Mei Chaofeng and Chen Xuanfeng. They arrived at the third quarter of the Hai hour — that is, the present-day 23:45.

Under the moonlight shining from afar, a bloated black shadow came rushing across the desert at great speed. In an instant, the shadow drew near the small hill, and now it could be made out — it was actually two people pressed tightly together, which made them look especially bulky.

Guo Jing knew the man was a live target Mei Chaofeng had captured for practice, and immediately roared at her: "Put the person down!"

Having spoken, Guo Jing charged at Mei Chaofeng, launching a palm strike of "Pride Overwhelming Regret" toward her. Feeling that mountain-toppling force, Mei Chaofeng's face changed drastically. Knowing full well she could not take this strike head-on, she had no choice but to press her palms together and strain to resist.

After the two clashed palms, Mei Chaofeng retreated several steps and thought to herself: "Lucky this one is young and his skill isn't all that deep — otherwise I would have been seriously injured just now."

Seeing Mei Chaofeng charging toward him, Guo Jing did not immediately use the Lei Zhengfa — after all, he wanted to see how far his internal energy cultivation had reached by now.

After dozens of exchanges, Mei Chaofeng gradually gained the upper hand. Although Guo Jing's Lesser Wuxiang Skill was a top-tier Daoist cultivation technique, his practice time was still too short — he was destined to be unable to truly contest with a master like Mei Chaofeng.

After forcing Mei Chaofeng back with one palm, Guo Jing sighed. The forced-back Mei Chaofeng suddenly let out a strange, long howl — the sound was shrill, yet full of strong breath, carrying far into the distance.

While fighting Guo Jing, Mei Chaofeng had recognized that this one practiced Daoist heart methods, which was why at such a young age he already possessed no weak internal energy — otherwise he could not have executed the complete Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms.

But relying on her own martial arts to take him down would not be easy — she had to call the thief of a man to come help.

Just at this moment, a long howl suddenly came from afar — the sound was just like Mei Chaofeng's howl moments ago, faintly transmitted, making one's hair stand on end. In an instant, the second howl rose, but the sound was much closer now.

Guo Jing looked down the mountain and saw a black shadow flying toward them faster than a galloping horse, howling as it ran.

"Thief of a woman, how is it going?" The arriving Chen Xuanfeng called out loudly to Mei Chaofeng.

"Thief of a man — in a moment we must take this child alive. He carries a top-tier Daoist internal art. Once we capture him alive, we'll force him to hand over his internal art."

Mei Chaofeng shouted to Chen Xuanfeng.

Hearing Mei Chaofeng's words, Guo Jing sneered: "Take me alive?"

"It seems the two of you still don't understand the situation you're in."

As Guo Jing finished speaking, streaks of white light began to rise around him, and the pitch-black night instantly became bright as day."