Chapter 125: Li Xunhuan (Chapter 4, seeking subscriptions, seeking monthly votes)

"Impossible!!"

Their four palms collided. Even though Xinmeiheshang's Chan meditation skills were profound, at this moment, his heart could not remain calm.

His internal energy was already incomparably deep, and now he had unleashed it alongside four other monks. If Yu Liancheng had overwhelmed him with strange, peerless arts or clever techniques, that would be one thing.

But now, as the two forces of palm power clashed, his own palm power surged forward like wave after wave of giant billows, yet the opponent stood like a ten-thousand-foot mountain, spanning the sky, remaining completely unmoved no matter how the waves battered him.

One could imagine that once the opponent's palm power truly erupted, it would surely be like a Divine Mountain collapsing, impossible to resist. Even the vast rivers and the surging seas would have countless sprays of water blasted away until they were leveled.

But Xinmeiheshang could not retreat.

Because if he retreated, Yu Liancheng's mountain-like power would surely come crashing down; not only would he be severely injured, but not one of the ten Shaolin disciples behind him would be able to escape unscathed.

"You have already made your move; now it is my turn!"

Yu Liancheng was actually still able to speak, and was even quite leisurely.

The next moment, what Xinmei feared finally happened.

Yu Liancheng's arms shook; not only was his True Qi pushed to its peak, but the power of the Ruyi Heavenly Demon Art was fully unleashed. The floorboards beneath his feet shattered inch by inch, shooting out in all directions, and the unparalleled power finally surged toward Xinmeiheshang.

Boom!!

Xinmeiheshang was still standing in the same spot, but a deep pit had already sunk beneath his feet. As for the four Shaolin monks behind him, they had been sent flying like kites with broken strings, crashing five or six zhang away, already unconscious.

A moment later, Yu Liancheng's arms dropped, having been retracted, his demeanor calm and indifferent.

The instant he retracted them, Xinmeiheshang collapsed to the ground as if he had no bones, his face the color of earth.

Yu Liancheng looked down at him and casually flicked a Po Kong Finger, striking his dantian.

Xinmeiheshang immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning as pale as paper. His deep internal energy flowed away like a bursting dam as his dantian was Broken, and no matter how he circulated the Shaolin Heart Method, it was of no use.

"You... you are so vicious..."

As his True Qi drained away, in a short time, Xinmeiheshang seemed to have aged ten or twenty years; wrinkles appeared, revealing an air of twilight, like a dying old man. Or rather, he was already a dying old man.

"Heh, not taking your life is already me being merciful." Yu Liancheng sneered: "Since you are a monk, you should be focused on the morning bell and evening drum, chanting sutras and praying to Buddha, rather than stirring up trouble in the Edo. I think you are simply a vain Flower Monk with nothing better to do."

Xinmeiheshang had already been severely injured by Yu Liancheng, and now that his exquisite internal energy, cultivated for decades, was crippled, being provoked like this by Yu Liancheng, he finally could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

"You monk, your Chan meditation skills still need a lot of practice." Yu Liancheng shook his head and swept his gaze across the scene, seeing Longsiye, who was limping and about to run away without a trace, and couldn't help but laugh loudly: "Longsiye, take one more step, and be careful that your other leg doesn't end up crippled too."

This sentence seemed to carry a strange power, instantly holding Longsiye in place, leaving his figure motionless, as if he had been struck by a pressure-point technique.

"Longsiye, turn your body around and face me."

Longsiye very obediently turned his body around to face Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng laughed loudly again: "I have a few questions, I would trouble Longsiye to answer them."

Longsiye's eyes held shock and fear, his mouth twitched, and he managed to force his stiff face into a fawning, ingratiating smile: "Yu... Young Master Yu, please ask."

Yu Liancheng said: "The first question, is this place called Six Absolutes Manor or Xingyun Manor?"

A flash of hatred and fear crossed Longsiye's eyes, and he stammered: "It... it is Six Absolutes Manor."

"It seems I didn't remember wrong, this is indeed Six Absolutes Manor, it's just a pity the plaque hasn't been hung up yet." Yu

Liancheng smiled and nodded: "The second question, since this is Six Absolutes Manor, and I am the Master of Six Absolutes Manor, then these people broke into my residence without permission and tried to kill me, the owner, so is it not only right and proper for me to strike back at them?"

Longsiye immediately said: "Right and proper, naturally nothing could be more right and proper. I am a guest of the Manor Master, and I have never moved against the Manor Master, so I beg the Manor Master not to move against me either." This man's mind turned quite fast.

"Someone like me, of course, would not kill the innocent indiscriminately." Yu Liancheng smiled: "They all say I am the Plum Blossom Thief, but I think you, Longsiye, look more like the Plum Blossom Thief. So, are you the Plum Blossom Thief, or am I?"

Longsiye said: "Neither of us is the Plum Blossom Thief."

Yu Liancheng repeated his last sentence: "Are you the Plum Blossom Thief, or am I?"

Only this time, Yu Liancheng's gaze was a bit sharper, and it seemed that if he didn't hear the answer he wanted, he would kill.

Longsiye hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Young Master is of course not the Plum Blossom Thief."

"Then you are the Plum Blossom Thief."

Longsiye's mouth twitched: "Yes, I am the Plum Blossom Thief."

"Hmph, I saw long ago that you were the Plum Blossom Thief who has harmed countless people. A young hero of the Edo like me naturally has to act on behalf of Heaven and Tianxing." Yu Liancheng sneered and suddenly kicked the broken sword lying on the ground.

Instantly, the broken sword turned into a bolt of silver lightning, stabbing toward Longsiye's chest.

Yu Liancheng's martial arts naturally went without saying; although it was just a casual kick, this broken sword had turned into a terrifying hidden weapon.

There might be light-footwork experts or masters of hidden weapons in the Edo who could dodge it, but that person certainly did not include Longsiye, especially since he was already injured.

Longsiye also knew this, and his eyes revealed a look of despair.

But just at this moment, another flash of light flew out.

This light was even faster and sharper than the broken sword.

Only a "clang" was heard as the light collided with the broken sword.

The power carried by the broken sword was immense, but it was knocked off its original angle, finally grazing past Longsiye's shoulder, the silver sword light tearing away a large piece of flesh.

Longsiye screamed incessantly, already slumped on the ground, his face pale, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

But no matter what, his life was saved.

"Li Xunhuan, since you have come, come out. Hiding and skulking is not your style." Yu Liancheng stood with his hands behind his back, his voice ringing out clearly.

"It is better to forgive when one can; Young Master Yu has already killed enough people today, let him go." A man walked out from behind the corridor with a bitter smile.

This man was not too tall, nor too short, the corners of his eyes full of wrinkles, looking very world-weary; he was a down-and-out middle-aged man, but his pair of eyes seemed to be emerald green, carrying an indescribable vitality.

"Brother, save me! Save me!!" Longsiye saw that person like a drowning man seeing a straw to save his life.

This person was none other than—Li Xunhuan.