Chapter 172: Hao Ren Lost, But I Did Not Lose

Yu Liancheng walked in from outside the door.

Feng Siniang was happy at first, then gave a coquettish huff, raised her fair hand, and with a flash of silver light, a dozen or so silver needles flew out.

Yu Liancheng rolled his sleeve, and the silver needles were already lying quietly in his palm; he smiled and said, "Madam, don't mistake the person; it is your husband, 'Invincible Mad Blade' Hao Ren."

Feng Siniang sneered, "I have eyes."

Yu Liancheng said, "Then are you murdering your husband, wanting to become a widow?"

"Who told you to go out fooling around until so late? Did you go off chasing after other women?"

Feng Siniang huffed coldly, "Shen Bijun of the Shen Family is the greatest beauty in the martial arts world, and you just happened to severely wound her husband; who knows if you have ulterior motives."

"Look at what you're saying; I have always been honest and upright, and I blush whenever I see a pretty girl," Yu Liancheng laughed. "What's more, with a beauty like you as my companion, other women are nothing but common, powdered trash."

"Pah, you just talk nonsense." Feng Siniang blushed, turned her head, and huffed, "Finish your meal first, it's about to get cold; I'll settle accounts with you later."

"As you wish, Madam."

The two sat at the table, and Feng Siniang poured a cup of wine for Yu Liancheng; she naturally knew that Yu Liancheng was very fond of the cup, and sometimes when his craving for alcohol flared up, he could not attend to anything else.

"Madam, I did have serious business to attend to when I went out tonight," Yu Liancheng said after taking a sip. "I suspect Li Gang is related to the Heaven Sect, so I went to him to ask for information."

Feng Siniang frowned, "It's hard to say what Li Gang's character is like, but he is a tough nut to crack; I'm afraid he wouldn't be willing to talk."

Yu Liancheng laughed, "When a father asks his son, the son will naturally tell everything he knows without reservation."

Feng Siniang asked in confusion, "What?"

"Li Gang's biological father is actually Li Qingfeng; I killed his father, which is why he hates me so much," Yu Liancheng shrugged and said. "You know me; I am a person who values fairness above all. I killed Li Gang's father, so I will return a father to him—I will be his father myself."

"You really are incorrigible."

Feng Siniang laughed and tapped Yu Liancheng, then drank a cup of wine herself.

This enchantress's tolerance for alcohol was actually not very good, yet few people dared to challenge her to a drinking bout, simply because she had a very special talent when drinking.

When others drank too much, their eyes would become bleary and unfocused, turning hazy and dim. But the more she drank, the brighter her eyes became; no one could tell if she was truly drunk.

"I have already found out where Young Master Tian is; I will go look for him once I am free," Yu Liancheng said. "By the way, I also ran into Xiao Shiyilang."

Feng Siniang's eyes lit up, "Did you win?"

"No, the 'Invincible Mad Blade' lost; from now on, he can only be called 'Mad Blade.' Xiao Shiyilang's blade technique is truly formidable; I fear there is no one left in the world who can surpass him. Hua Ping's blade is simply a child's trick in front of him."

Yu Liancheng also seemed to be savoring the memory of Xiao Shiyilang's blade: "In his blade technique, there is a kind of wild aura. This blade technique, honed in the wilderness, is fierce to the extreme, yet it is natural and full of spirit."

Feng Siniang opened her small mouth in surprise and said incredulously, "You lost? I originally thought that although Xiao Shiyilang is powerful, he shouldn't be your match; I never expected you to actually lose to him."

"Siniang, aren't you usually very smart? Why don't you understand what I'm saying?" Yu Liancheng glanced at her and said with dissatisfaction, "Haven't I already made it very clear? The one who lost was 'Invincible Mad Blade' Hao Ren."

Feng Siniang was even more confused, "Hmm?"

Yu Liancheng explained in great detail, "Hao Ren lost, but what does that have to do with me, Yu Liancheng? I, 'Heavenly Father' Yu Liancheng, am invincible in the world; it's just that after Hao Ren was defeated, I, Yu Liancheng, happened to step in and help him defeat Xiao Shiyilang—he should even be thanking me."

Feng Siniang was stunned for a long while before she finally understood, "I see; you and Xiao Shiyilang had two bouts. In one, you used a blade and lost. In the other, you used a sword and won."

At the same time, this also explained why Yu Liancheng had returned so late.

Because after his first bout with Xiao Shiyilang using blades, both sides naturally had to rest and wait for each other to recover to their peak state before proceeding to the second duel; the time consumed was naturally unavoidable.

"Bullshit!" Yu Liancheng said angrily, "Haven't I already made it very clear to you? The one who was defeated was Hao Ren, not me, Yu Liancheng. Since I, Yu Liancheng, first debuted, I have never met an opponent and have never known defeat."

Feng Siniang rolled her eyes; this man took his desire for victory and defeat too seriously, and she couldn't be bothered to pay attention, "By the way, the Chu-mo Alliance meeting is to be held again tomorrow; what do you plan to do?"

Yu Liancheng laughed, "Naturally, I will bring the heinous 'Heavenly Father' Yu Liancheng to Shen Family Manor. If they still dare not acknowledge me as the Chu-mo Alliance Leader, then they cannot blame me, 'Mad Blade' Hao Ren, for being impolite."

Feng Siniang giggled, "Then I am looking forward to tomorrow."

Shen Family Manor.

Many martial arts heroes had already arrived in the main hall.

In the past, such martial arts grand events were always very lively.

Everyone would sit together, praising one another, boasting a few words, and wouldn't fame just come naturally?

The martial arts world was never just about fighting and killing; it was about human relationships and worldly wisdom.

But today, the atmosphere in the entire hall was unexpectedly stifling. Even when talking, people would unconsciously lower their voices, and from time to time, they would look toward the door.

"Where is Brother Li?"

"Brother Li and Brother Lian were both injured that day; I fear they won't come today."

"Why aren't the three, Young Master Liu and the others, here either? Their injuries should have recovered by now."

"Although their injuries weren't serious, they lost too much face; how could they have the nerve to see Yu Liancheng again? Besides, those three never cared about the position of Alliance Leader anyway."

"Do you think that person really captured Yu Liancheng?"

"I don't know, but if he really can accomplish this, the worst that happens is we just honor him as the Alliance Leader."

The three-day deadline had passed; whether "Invincible Mad Blade" could truly capture Yu Liancheng was something everyone cared about deeply.

But if they really did capture Yu Liancheng, I fear they would have no choice but to obediently offer up the position of "Chu-mo Alliance Leader."

After another moment, "Invincible Mad Blade" Hao Ren finally arrived late.

But Yu Liancheng was not beside him, and even his wife had not followed.

"Everyone has arrived quite early."

"Invincible Mad Blade" walked in slowly from outside the door.

He was draped in a wide, dark-colored robe with a lifelike golden dragon embroidered across the chest; as the hem of his robe was blown by the wind, the dragon seemed to bare its fangs and brandish its claws, as if it were about to break through the clouds.

He already possessed an indescribable air of dominance and heroism, and set off by this robe, even though his appearance was not particularly outstanding, he appeared imposing and noble, as if he were an ancient emperor reigning over the world; many people had already been awed by his demeanor.

"Hahaha, although I don't think being an Alliance Leader is anything remarkable, my wife was very grand about it and I don't know where she found this piece of clothing. What do you all think?"

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Everyone seemed to have been captured by his domineering and arrogant demeanor, unable to speak a word.