Chapter 538: Zhengming Martial Arts Hall Is Not To Be Trifled With

Liu Jia Bie Yuan...

The host hosting the banquet again today is Liu Chengen, the son of the second branch's Liu Tianxian.

As for the guest being hosted, it is unexpectedly a little-known folk martial artist, Pang Jihui.

The other family members and Gate Guests accompanying them all know the truth; what so-called banquet? It is actually just a setup to trap someone! "Old Pang, don't be restrained, you are the guest of honor today!"

Liu Chengen waves a hand, and beautiful maids step forward to pour wine.

"I dare not, I am unworthy!"

Pang Jihui rises in fear and trepidation to lift his wine cup, taking the initiative to catch the transparent wine liquid pouring from the spout.

He watches intently, fearing the wine might splash onto the table.

"The maids I have here are all carefully selected beauties, but unfortunately, not one compares to your granddaughter."

Liu Chengen says suddenly; he has long coveted Pang Xuaner's beauty.

However, Pang Jihui, holding the attitude of hoarding goods for a higher price, has withstood his repeated hints and stubbornly refuses to take the initiative to send his granddaughter to his bed, which is truly too unappreciative.

That is why today's banquet at the private residence came to be.

Hearing him mention his granddaughter in the same breath as the maids, Pang Jihui feels slightly displeased, but his expression remains very polite.

"My daughter is of mediocre appearance and is unworthy of the young master's notice."

Pang Jihui turns to the main topic, "Young Master, you said you had a way to help me set up a martial arts hall. Since you mentioned it clearly at the banquet today, may I ask what exactly this way is?"

Liu Chengen laughs it off, "Old Pang, you are too heavy-hearted; have you not heard that 'there is no serious business in the cup'?"

"Let us drink heartily today, and we shall discuss it after we sober up."

Pang Jihui's attitude is very firm, "Better to finish the discussion before drinking. If this old man can get his wish, I will risk my life to ensure the young master drinks comfortably and happily."

Thump! The bronze wine cup strikes the table heavily. The sound is loud, the surrounding guests stop one after another, and the atmosphere freezes for a moment.

Liu Chengen says slowly, "Old Pang, I am afraid that because you are old, if you don't drink and suddenly hear good news, you might not be able to bear the joy."

"Since you want to know, I will tell you."

"The Fucheng is filled with martial arts halls, and which one doesn't have a backer or background? For a stray dog like you to want to wedge your way in is harder than ascending to heaven."

"After thinking it over, I found a path for you: challenge a hall."

"Don't be hasty; the one I chose for you is a small, insignificant place with no background. The hall master is an old and frail Primary Martial Master, not a match for you."

Pang Jihui's expression shifts; he instinctively feels he has fallen into a great trap.

These aristocratic youths eat people without spitting out the bones; today's banquet is no good banquet, and they have already calculated him to death.

He still holds hope in his heart, wanting to escape, "Young Master, stop joking. If I want to challenge a hall, do I need to use your connections?" "It's too late. You didn't say so earlier; I have already submitted the challenge letter in your name. At this moment, Zhengming Martial Arts Hall has already received it!"

Liu Chengen claps his hands, "Old Pang, go back and prepare. When the martial arts hall opens, I will certainly come to drink."

When Pang Jihui walks out of the private residence, a cold wind blows, and he cannot help but feel dejected.

He has heard of Zhengming Martial Arts Hall; it is just a third-rate martial arts hall with no background or backer, seemingly just like Liu Chengen, a soft persimmon easy to squeeze.

How could things be so simple! To have operated in the Fucheng for so many years without roots or power, there must be an unknown reason.

Liu Chengen deliberately sent the challenge letter in his name; he must be hiding sinister intentions.

It is not that Pang Jihui does not know this person is notorious, has associated with flower-picking villains, and loves to abuse young girls; even if his desire for fame and profit is great, he cannot push his own granddaughter into a fire pit.

But... "Pang Jihui, you have guts of steel! To actually dare to challenge Zhengming Martial Arts Hall; you really don't know their background!"

A person rushes toward him; it is a fellow martial artist from Caojiang Cheng. He found him after receiving the news, his expression urgent and anxious.

It turns out that the matter of Pang Jihui challenging Zhengming Martial Arts Hall has spread rapidly under the instigation of some people.

The little-known history of Zhengming Martial Arts Hall has also been unearthed.

Xue Zhengming, a mediocre Primary Martial Master, practiced a nameless style of boxing and opened a martial arts hall to make a living, never becoming rich or powerful.

However, one experience in his life was more brilliant than all his peers.

That was after his fortieth birthday, when a dull-witted middle-aged man came to the door wanting to apprentice and learn boxing.

Generally speaking, a martial arts hall would not accept such a person. First, he was old, and his foundation was going downhill, making it hard to achieve success in boxing. Second, the middle-aged man had seen much of the world and looked older than Xue Zhengming; accepting him as a disciple would be too awkward, so it wouldn't do.

Xue Zhengming, as if possessed, saw the dull-witted middle-aged man's firm gaze and actually agreed on the spot.

Only later did he learn that the dull-witted middle-aged man was an experienced martial artist seeking a master; he already had a foundation in boxing and martial arts, but because he had been stuck at a bottleneck for many years, he thought of seeking masters everywhere to seek a breakthrough.

The Zhengming Fist is a very common style of boxing, nothing worth keeping secret, so naturally, he taught him everything he knew.

In the martial arts hall, the dull-witted middle-aged man learned boxing and did chores, living just like the other Qi-blood Apprentices, showing nothing peculiar.

Time flew by, and ten years passed.

Xue Zhengming welcomed his fiftieth birthday. On the day of the big birthday, many Disciples and Apprentices offered gifts and toasted him.

The dull-witted middle-aged man stood last to offer a toast and said two things.

"I have been apprenticed for ten years and have never reported my true name. My original name is... One Hundred and Five."

"Half a year ago, I broke through to Qiangwu, and my mind is made up to leave. I specifically waited for the Hall Master's fiftieth birthday to resign."

After the toast, the dull-witted middle-aged man, One Hundred and Five, revealed the strength of Strong Martial First Heaven on the spot and left under the watchful eyes of everyone.

This matter caused a sensation in the Fucheng; all the martial arts halls and peers knew about it.

It turned out that One Hundred and Five was a folk martial artist who had been trapped at the Advanced Martial Master realm for many years. To seek a breakthrough, he hid his identity and joined various large and small martial arts halls, using the method of drawing inferences about other things to break through the bottleneck.

It was also Xue Zhengming's good luck; before this, he had joined more than a dozen martial arts halls in succession, all without gain.

Yet in the ten years at Zhengming Martial Arts Hall, he actually accumulated and broke through, successfully reaching Qiangwu Yichongtian.

After Baishiwu left, Zhengming Martial Arts Hall became famous. Although it was only a ten-year relationship of Instruction, Xue Zhengming gained an identity: Teacher of a Martial Saint.

Zhengming Martial Arts Hall also became a small martial arts hall that had produced a Qiangwu.

This past event was strictly forbidden from spreading for certain reasons, and only many old people from that time still remember it.

However, Zhengming Martial Arts Hall became a forbidden place, and no one dared to come and provoke them.

Recently, the Prefecture has been in turmoil, and Martial Saints have appeared one after another near the Prefecture; it is expected that there is a high probability that Baishiwu will also return.

Yet at this critical moment, Pang Jihui actually came to challenge the martial arts hall; wasn't this clearly provoking that powerful martial artist?

"Old Pang, you had better look out for yourself!"

His peer stated the stakes involved, then left with a sympathetic gaze.

Pang Jihui's heart turned completely cold; he already understood Liu Chengen's sinister intentions, which were to sincerely ensure his eternal ruin.

With his background and stature, how could he afford to provoke a powerful martial artist? Forget about the challenge; he feared that even now, people were already rolling up their sleeves, ready to kill his entire family to curry favor with the powerful martial artist behind Zhengming Martial Arts Hall.

(End of chapter)