Chapter 198: Child, This Isn

Murong Bo's actions were utterly dishonorable!

It instantly sparked public outrage!

When Gu Qing intervened and took control, he gained over ten points of Goodness Points!

Murong Fu immediately unleashed the Murong family's sword art; Deng Baichuan displayed his profound internal energy; Gongye Gan unleashed a powerful palm technique; Feng Bo'e swung his long saber; Bao Budifferent struck with claw-like hands—this old Murong patriarch felt the surge of the younger generation pushing against him.

"Flower-Plucking Finger!"

Murong Bo hovered in midair, drawn by Gu Qing's force, yet still able to move his limbs; in this reversal, one hand flicked like plucking a flower, lightly touching Murong Fu's sword, his sleeve swirling as his hand curled into a fist—in an instant, he clashed with Deng Baichuan, Gongye Gan, Bao Budifferent, and Feng Bo'e all at once.

Murong Bo's reaction was swift, but he remained airborne, feet ungrounded; relying solely on the rebound from their strikes, no matter how much "Turning Stars and Shifting Moons" twisted the battle, he still lacked that final bit of leverage—when Murong Fu tapped the water's surface and rose again, and Deng Baichuan, Bao Budifferent, Feng Bo'e, and Gongye Gan struck a second time, Murong Bo was already spent.

"Hit!"

Murong Fu's sword pierced through Murong Bo's shoulder blade.

Deng Baichuan's twin fists smashed aside Murong Bo's arms.

Gongye Gan and Bao Budifferent's fists and feet crashed into Murong Bo's chest through the gap created by Deng Baichuan's charge.

Feng Bo'e's saber slashed across Murong Bo's lower back.

With a loud splash, under the force of the impact, Murong Bo broke free from Gu Qing's pull, grievously wounded, and plunged into Taihu Lake.

To be so badly wounded by one's own child—how hilarious.

Severely injured by Murong Fu, Murong Bo's heart turned icy; as he fell into the water, he twisted his body, relying on decades of familiarity with Taihu Lake, desperately diving deep.

"That old beast!"

Gu Qing's fury burned fiercely—he leapt into the air, landed on the lake's surface, formed his fingers into a blade, and hammered the water in rapid succession, landing over thirty strikes; though his rage remained unquenched, his qi was nearly exhausted, so he flipped back onto the shore.

The surface of Taihu Lake gradually fell silent; Yan Longyuan never surfaced again.

"Yan Longyuan, I swear I will kill you!"

Murong Fu gripped his long sword and roared at Taihu Lake, his voice carrying far across the water.

His father's corpse had been exhumed, desecrated, and reduced to ashes before his eyes—Murong Fu felt unprecedented humiliation!

"Damn you, Yan Longyuan!"

Bao Budifferent stood on the water's surface, stamping his feet in rage; in all his years in the Jianghu, he had never met such a person—he was now livid, standing on the water and hurling curses at Yan Longyuan, sending his highest greetings to Yan Longyuan's grandmother.

"Master Zhi Guang!"

Deng Baichuan, Gongye Gan, and Feng Bo'e approached Master Zhi Guang and demanded: "Who is Yan Longyuan? Where does he live?"

Burn down Yan Longyuan's house! Dig up his ancestral graves!

Master Zhi Guang opened his mouth but hesitated; he knew Yan Longyuan's actions were dishonorable, yet he felt wronged himself: "I barely know him!"

Master Zhi Guang was eating in Pingjiang Prefecture when Yan Longyuan appeared; they gambled, then heard someone claimed to be the strongest man alive—so Master Zhi Guang came to investigate.

Though his sect had passed down secret methods for cultivating strength, this black mark was simply too heavy to bear!

Who could have imagined Yan Longyuan would pulverize Murong Bo?

"Wu wu wu wu…"

Wang Yuyan, A Zhu, and A Bi stood by the water's edge, along with the maidens of the Manton Mountain Villa, all searching—but only fragments of the coffin floated on the surface; Murong Bo's body was nowhere to be found.

"Stop crying, stop crying," Gu Qing wrapped one arm around Wang Yuyan and the other around A Bi, drawing them close; he glanced at A Zhu farther off, silently cursing his short arms.

If only I had Liu Bei's arms, I could pull A Zhu into my embrace too.

"Next Dragon Boat Festival, toss some zongzi into Taihu Lake to honor Murong Bo."

Gu Qing tried to comfort them.

Hearing this, Wang Yuyan and A Bi stared at him—this was not Murong Fu's embrace—and immediately recoiled in shock.

"That's enough!"

Mu Wanzhen pulled Gu Qing aside, glared at him, and said sternly: "Don't you dare act like this!"

Wang Yuyan and A Bi also glared at Gu Qing with resentment.

"I did my best."

Gu Qing said: "If I hadn't pulled him in, that vile Yan Longyuan would've escaped long ago—but water's resistance was too great, my finger-blade had no effect; otherwise, I'd have killed him!"

Wang Yuyan and A Bi both acknowledged that Gu Qing's pull had been crucial.

!

"But if you hadn't dug up the grave, none of this would've happened!"

A Zhu frowned angrily.

"I had no choice but to dig."

Gu Qing wore an expression of deep suffering, his gaze sweeping over Wang Yuyan, A Zhu, A Bi—and then landed on Lady Wang; she had been wearing a faint, restrained smile all along, but the moment their eyes met, it vanished instantly, her face settling into icy calm.

Gu Qing's gaze swept the scene, seeing Murong Fu's sword discarded in the water, the man himself sitting slumped on the shallow shore, utterly broken—he stepped forward.

"Young Master Murong."

Gu Qing called out.

Murong Fu looked up, saw Gu Qing, snorted—though Yan Longyuan bore eight-tenths of the blame, two-tenths lay squarely on Gu Qing's hands!

"Just now, I noticed Yan Longyuan's techniques bore traces of Shaolin."

Gu Qing asked: "Has the Murong family ever clashed with Shaolin?"

Murong Fu, hearing this, slowly came back to himself, picked up his sword, and said: "Yes—those techniques were indeed Shaolin's."

As for any conflict between the Murong family and Shaolin, Murong Fu saw none.

"Since this happened right before my eyes, I must see it through to the end."

Gu Qing said calmly: "I know you're furious with me, but on this matter, we are allies."

Murong Fu, who had never been able to oppose Gu Qing, now felt a weight lift—he sensed real hope in this pursuit, sighed, and said: "A father's vengeance cannot be shared with the same sky; having Gu Daxia's aid is a blessing for Murong Fu."

Deng Baichuan, Gongye Gan, Bao Budifferent, and Feng Bo'e all understood; they were powerless against Gu Qing, and Yan Longyuan's strength had exceeded their expectations—now, with Gu Qing's help, their chances improved greatly.

Gu Qing nodded, then quietly stepped back beside Wang Yuyan, A Zhu, and A Bi, whispering: "See? Even your Young Master Murong has forgiven me—can you still hate me?"

These words made Wang Yuyan, A Zhu, and A Bi feel profoundly strange—as if their grief had been rendered meaningless.

(End of Chapter)