Chapter 537: Strong Martials Gather in Fucheng

On the street, Zhou You and Liu Jinguo did not speak for a long while.

The shock brought by meeting a Strong Martial was too intense; that feeling lingering in their hearts could not dissipate for a long time.

A greater doubt arose: why would the ancestor of Dayin Mountain personally come to Fucheng?

One must know that Fucheng is a prosperous place, home to many noble families and guarded by the Grandmaster Mansion; it can be called a dragon's pool and a tiger's den.

Even a high and mighty Strong Martial must follow the rules after arriving in Fucheng, and it would be better to return to their own mountain to live freely and happily.

"Hall Master Zhou, I have a premonition that something big is about to happen."

Liu Jinguo analyzed with a grave expression.

Not long after she said this, a servant from her household quickly found her; there was a matter, and she needed to return immediately.

Before leaving, Liu Jinguo secretly told Zhou You that someone had come to her house, and it was no ordinary person.

She had a grand-aunt's husband who had been away for many years; he had arrived in Fucheng these past few days, and at the Liu family's Uncle Liu's place, the elders of the house notified all the younger generation to go and pay their respects and offer greetings.

That's right, this grand-aunt's husband was also a Strong Martial.

Liu Jinguo had mentioned before that noble families use marriage to win over Strong Martials, marrying off their outstanding daughters to them.

A daughter of the Liu family from her grand-aunt's generation had married that Strong Martial, so in terms of seniority, she called him grand-aunt's husband.

The Liu family notifying her to return was also for Liu Jinguo's own good; being able to show her face in front of a Strong Martial would certainly have benefits.

At this moment, Liu Fengji was already accompanying that grand-aunt's husband, asking him for pointers on the details of the 'Strong Martial Omen'.

Zhou You saw Liu Jinguo off, looked at the street to steady himself, and turned back to return to Daqian Martial Arts Hall.

Unexpectedly, a guest had come to his home as well.

"Zhou You, you didn't expect this, it's me!"

Li Hao, wearing the verdant robes of Wanxiu Mountain, stood before the door looking at him with a smile.

Zhou You was overjoyed upon seeing him, "A rare guest, a rare guest! When did you come down from the mountain? Are you here in Fucheng on official business?"

There was too much to catch up on, so the two entered the martial arts hall together, with disciples and servants serving tea and water.

It turned out that Li Hao was on official duty this time, following a big figure from the sect to Fucheng, and stopped by to visit Zhou You.

Thanks to that letter, he had previously entered Wanxiu Mountain without experiencing any difficulties or being given a hard time; he was assigned under a mild-mannered Intermediate Martial Master, specifically responsible for the mountain's miscellaneous affairs.

In Wanxiu Mountain, Li Hao practiced his fist techniques while doing his daily work; strangely enough, the environment on the mountain was excellent, and his fist techniques progressed very quickly.

"At the latest, by next year, I will be able to break through to the Martial Master realm."

"I don't dare to think about being an Intermediate Martial Master; if I work hard in this life, I might be able to scrape by as one."

"I've decided, after working for another twenty or thirty years to repay the sect's cultivation grace, I will go down the mountain to open a martial arts hall, and then we brothers can have some fun together in Fucheng."

Li Hao's words were full of anticipation for the future.

He was now very different from the decadent appearance he had in Fucheng back then.

After finishing his own situation, he began to introduce this errand.

The one who entered the city this time was a Strong Martial from Wanxiu Mountain who had recently been promoted, known by the name Lian Zixiu.

Wanxiu Mountain had a custom: the names given after joining were uniformly in the format of 'XX-xiu'; for example, the Xishan Duxiu that Zhou You had seen before ended with the character 'xiu'.

This was also the origin of the place name Wanxiu Mountain.

Lian Zixiu was a young talent of Wanxiu Mountain; he broke through to become a Strong Martial before the age of fifty, and what was even more difficult was that in the year he broke through to become a Strong Martial, he had a son, which could be called a double blessing.

From that day on, this newly promoted Strong Martial doted on his son in every way, never leaving his side; his act of loving his son became famous on the mountain.

He came to Fucheng this time to handle important matters and represented the face of Wanxiu Mountain, so the sect sent many disciples to follow, and Li Hao was one of them.

They were staying at Yitang, and that uncle of Li Hao's had become very polite when they met again; things were not what they used to be. "That Lian Zixiu, do you know his background and history?"

Li Hao shook his head upon hearing this, "It's too far away. He is an old-timer of Wanxiu Mountain, and after breaking through to become a Strong Martial, his status is lofty; very few people can see him. I am accompanying him this time, but I haven't even seen him once."

When asked about the purpose of the trip, Li Hao didn't know either; after all, he was not a core member.

Zhou You wanted to keep Li Hao for a meal, but it couldn't be done, because the free time for this official duty was very short, and it was not easy to find time to come out.

"Alright then, we'll gather again when there's time."

After seeing Li Hao off, Zhou You fell into deep thought; first the tiger corpse from Dayin Mountain, and now Wanxiu Mountain's Lian Zixiu.

One Strong Martial after another entering Fucheng, all for some major event; he seemed to smell the tense atmosphere of a coming storm.

Unfortunately, with his current status, it was difficult to come into contact with the circle of Strong Martials.

Next, he could only take it one step at a time.

Somewhere in Fucheng...

The four large characters 'Zhengming Martial Arts Hall' were shinier than at any other time.

Two apprentices stepped on ladders, carefully wiping the plaque; although it was already wiped clean of dust, they were still not at ease.

"Hmm, it's slightly crooked, straighten it out again."

The head disciple of the martial arts hall, a fifty-year-old gray-haired man, looked up and squinted carefully at the plaque.

A voice came from inside the door, "Listen well, the big figure who came out of our martial arts hall is coming back to take a look in these next few days. You all be careful, don't do anything disheartening or shameful."

"Don't scare the children!"

The owner of the martial arts hall, Hall Master Xue Zhengming, said kindly; he walked slowly to the door, stopped, and looked twice—the more he looked, the more satisfied he was!

Zhengming Fist, Xue Zhengming, Zhengming Martial Arts Hall—the names were all ordinary, and in an environment in Fucheng crowded with experts and numerous fist styles, they were not outstanding in any aspect.

Opening the martial arts hall and taking in disciples in a lukewarm manner, struggling to operate until now, it had always been at a third-rate level, performing steadily.

However, Zhengming Martial Arts Hall had an advantage that could not be ignored...

This was a martial arts hall that had produced a Strong Martial.

Hall Master Xue Zhengming thought of the wisest move of his life and couldn't help but feel the sunlight was warm, making his eyes squint and the corners of his mouth split into a grin.

The head disciple on the side flattered him, "Master, these days, the threshold of our martial arts hall has been worn down by a third."

Just as they were speaking, someone suddenly walked over quickly, holding a letter with an indignant expression, "Master, someone is challenging the hall."

……

The air instantly turned silent!

No matter how good Xue Zhengming's temper was, he forced himself to swallow his anger a few times, his face flushed red, and he staggered back a few steps, muttering incessantly, "Too bullying, simply too bullying."

He had always acted with kindness toward others, kept a low profile and remained polite in his dealings with fellow martial artists, and from time to time, he would provide aid to other martial artists in need.

Kicking down his hall was one thing, but to pick this specific time—wasn't that slapping his face in public? "Hurry and open it; I want to see who is treating this old man like a soft persimmon to be squeezed!"

The challenge letter was opened, and it clearly bore a name... Pang Jihui.

The head Disciple saw this name and instantly recalled, "Master, this person is from Caojiang Cheng; I heard he has a connection to Zhou You of the Daqian Martial Arts Hall."

"Hmm, Zhou You also got his start by successfully kicking down a hall and occupying the magpie's nest."

Upon hearing this, Xue Zhengming's anger flared up instantly, and he gritted his teeth, "I will not rest until one of us is dead."

(End of this chapter)