Chapter 76: Nie Feng and Di Er Meng Recognize Each Other

Only after Juexin had supervised and confirmed that the secret passage was sealed did he think of Wuming and the others in the dungeon.

He rushed to the dungeon in a panic, saw the half-dead crowd and Wuming, and only after letting out a long sigh of relief did he leave the dungeon.

Seeing that Juexin had left, the group who had been pretending to be half-dead stood up once again.

Before leaving, Duan Fengyun told everyone that they must keep up the act for the next few days and must not let the people of the Wushen Peerless Palace discover any clues.

The two who had left the Wushen Peerless Palace via the secret passage also successfully returned to Yu Family Village.

The two told the others about what had happened inside the Wushen Peerless Palace and laid out the entire plan involving Wuming and the various martial arts figures.

With a battle plan in place, the group felt much more at ease.

However, Duan Fengyun felt that Nie Feng was a bit dejected, so he quietly sought him out.

Since they were all very familiar with each other, he did not beat around the bush and asked directly:

"Feng, I can see that you are full of worries; is it because of your mother?"

Nie Feng knew he could not hide his thoughts from Duan Fengyun, so he nodded and replied:

"Junior Brother Duan, I won't hide it from you; part of the reason is indeed my mother. When I first learned that my mother had abandoned me and my father, my heart was filled with hatred for her, but thinking that she had already passed away, I didn't have many feelings about it.

But this time, inside the Wushen Peerless Palace, I actually discovered that she is still alive, and I found that I no longer have the hatred I once felt for her. But she is now Jue Wushen's woman; what should I do?"

Duan Fengyun patted Nie Feng on the shoulder to comfort him:

"Feng, as parents, there must be reasons for abandoning their own children.

Now that your mother has found a man who loves and cherishes her, you should bless her.

Even if this man is our enemy, as long as he loves your mother, that is enough."

Nie Feng nodded; Duan Fengyun's words made him feel much better.

Hearing from Nie Feng's previous words that this was only part of the reason, Duan Fengyun continued to ask:

"You just said part of the reason was your mother, so what is the other part?"

Nie Feng replied:

"The other part is that I didn't expect my martial arts to be inferior to that Juexin. If I can't even keep up with Juexin, how can I deal with Jue Wushen?"

Duan Fengyun smiled; so this was why Nie Feng was dejected—he really was a martial arts fanatic.

Duan Fengyun continued to enlighten Nie Feng:

"Feng, it is said that Dongying is a tiny place with many conflicts.

Jue Wushen must have experienced many battles to carve out a place for himself in Dongying.

And as his son, Juexin must have received plenty of training and resources, so it is normal for there to be a gap between us.

But don't be discouraged; our Central Plains Martial Arts has such a long history, there must be many supreme martial arts."

Nie Feng nodded; feeling depressed, he prepared to go for a walk outside to relax his mood.

While strolling through the market, Nie Feng saw some thugs bullying a woman and stepped in to teach them a lesson.

The woman in white expressed her gratitude to Nie Feng.

When Nie Feng saw the woman's face, he froze in place; this woman looked exactly like Ming Yue, the woman who had once shared life and death with him.

He muttered: "Ming Yue, is it you?"

The woman in white replied: "Young master, you have mistaken me for someone else?"

Nie Feng also knew that the woman before him was definitely not Ming Yue, but he did not know that this woman was the very Meng who had saved him and whom he had been searching for so long.

Nie Feng walked away dejectedly, leaving Di Er Meng standing silently in place.

Di Er Meng longed to reveal her identity to Nie Feng, but touching the birthmark on her face, she was afraid of being despised by him and dared not acknowledge him.

"Niece Meng, why are you here?"

Bored from staying at Chuchu's house, Zhu Huang had come out looking for fun and greeted Di Er Meng when he saw her.

Seeing it was Zhu Huang, Di Er Meng replied politely:

"Uncle Zhu, I came here to give alms."

Zhu Huang chatted with Di Er Meng about her recent situation, and thinking they hadn't met in a long time, he brought Di Er Meng back to Chuchu's house.

Seeing Di Er Meng return with Zhu Huang, Nie Feng could not help but feel awkward; he had not expected the world to be so small.

Di Er Meng also gave an awkward smile.

When Zhu Huang introduced Di Er Meng's identity to everyone, Nie Feng's body trembled.

Di Er Meng, Meng!

Nie Feng had actually felt a sense of familiarity the moment he heard Di Er Meng's voice, and now, hearing her name, his suspicions were confirmed.

The woman before him was indeed the Di Er Meng he had been searching for for many days.

Nie Feng stared at Di Er Meng and asked affectionately: "Meng, is it you?"

When Di Er Meng heard Zhu Huang introduce her name to everyone, she knew something was wrong.

Nie Feng would definitely suspect her identity.

She suppressed the urge to acknowledge him and replied:

"Young Master Nie, you have mistaken me for someone else."

Nie Feng did not believe he could be mistaken, and at this moment, Duan Fengyun stepped forward and said:

"Miss Meng, you must be the Meng that Feng is looking for. Your panicked expression has exposed you; stop pretending. Are you looking down on Feng?"

Just as Di Er Meng was about to explain, Nie Feng murmured:

"Leaning on the balcony listening to the wind and rain, calmly watching the path of the pugilistic world. If you are not Meng, from today on I will no longer care about the rights and wrongs of the world; I will travel to the ends of the earth to find Meng."

Hearing Nie Feng's words, Di Er Meng could no longer control the impulse in her heart.

With red eyes, she said:

"Feng, I am Meng, I am the Meng you have been searching for so bitterly."

Seeing that Di Er Meng had finally admitted it, Nie Feng was also very moved and stepped forward to embrace her.

After Duan Fengyun let out a cheer, the others tactfully walked out of the room, leaving space for the two who had reunited after a long separation.

Inside the room, Nie Feng embraced Di Er Meng, and they recounted their mutual longing.

Outside, however, Duan Fengyun and Zhu Huang had started fighting.

It turned out that Zhu Huang had been bragging about how profound and extensive his Creation Blade was, until Duan Fengyun's ears had grown calluses from listening to it.

Duan Fengyun then proposed to spar with Zhu Huang to see just how formidable his Creation Blade really was.

Once in combat mode, Duan Fengyun was like a different person; his Kirin Arm wielded the Jue Sword to its fullest potential.

Poor Zhu Huang, although his blade technique was indeed profound and extensive, was ultimately limited by his age and bulk, and he could not withstand Duan Fengyun's Overturning Seas and Mountains-like offensive.

Zhu Huang panted, out of breath:

"No more, no more. You brat have too much stamina; this old man cannot tangle with you."

Duan Fengyun laughed heartily.

At this moment, Nie Feng and Di Er Meng also walked out of the room.

Seeing Nie Feng, Zhu Huang suddenly thought of something, pulled Nie Feng over, and said:

"Stinky brat, if you want to marry my niece, you must help me take revenge. I will teach you my Creation Blade, and you help me promise this Duan brat."

Seeing that the fish had taken the bait, Duan Fengyun felt secretly smug.

It turned out that when Duan Fengyun heard Zhu Huang bragging about his Creation Blade, he had thought of Nie Feng immediately.

But at the time, Zhu Huang had insisted on not teaching it to any of them.

That was why Duan Fengyun had proposed the spar with Zhu Huang today, to take the opportunity to provoke him.

After hearing Zhu Huang's words and receiving a look from Duan Fengyun, Nie Feng agreed immediately.

Why wouldn't he learn a blade technique delivered right to his doorstep?

Zhu Huang took Nie Feng to a spot and taught him both the mental cultivation method and the blade technique of the Creation Blade.

Nie Feng's martial arts talent was also quite astonishing; one could say he understood it at a single hint.

Watching Nie Feng perform the Creation Blade with such flair, Zhu Huang nodded in satisfaction.

How could a sharp-eyed person like Zhu Huang not know what Duan Fengyun was thinking?

He knew that with a great enemy currently at the gates, it was a good thing for them to increase their strength a little, so he was also happy to pass his blade technique to Nie Feng.

Meanwhile, Duan Fengyun had also thought a lot about his future path over these two days.

He was torn between the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin and the Demonic Blade before him.

It would certainly be good to learn both, but greed can be a bottomless pit, and he feared he would be unable to digest these two supreme arts.

In terms of power, the Demonic Blade was certainly stronger than the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, but if he practiced the Demonic Blade, he would inevitably fall into the Demonic Path, and by then, he would lose all sense of humanity and end up doing things he would regret.

After thinking for two days, he had his answer.

Soon, the three-day deadline arrived.

Di Er Meng took the two pregnant women, Youruo and Chuchu, to her Duanqing Ju; Yu Family Village was ultimately too small and inconvenient.

Duan Fengyun and his four fellow disciples, along with Jian Chen and Zhu Huang, six people in total, headed toward the Wushen Jue Palace.

Inside the Wushen Jue Palace, a group of people and Wuming had all been brought into the main hall.

Jue Wushen said from his high position:

"I have given you so many days; have you decided to submit to my Wushen Jue Palace?"

The group of martial artists replied mockingly:

"You, Jue Wushen, are not worthy of our submission. In the current martial arts world, only Senior Wuming is worthy of our sincere admiration; you, Jue Wushen, are not qualified."

Jue Wushen laughed loudly:

"Good. Today, I will let you see the Martial Arts Myth in your eyes suffer a crushing defeat before you. Today, I will shatter Wuming's Martial Arts Myth."

Jue Wushen chuckled to himself, thinking that Wuming had long since been poisoned by the Blood Severing Skill and lost all his power, and furthermore, every meal had been laced with bone-softening powder.

In Jue Wushen's view, Wuming was already a hollow shell, waiting to be slaughtered.

Jue Wushen took off his brocade robe, revealing the armor underneath, and slowly walked in front of Wuming.

"Wuming, I am going to strike now, okay?"

Jue Wushen said playfully.

He gathered his Killing Fist in his hand and swung with all his might, wanting to finish Wuming with one punch and establish his own formidable reputation.

The result was a scene that left him unable to believe his eyes: Wuming remained unmoved, and a layer of Qi barrier appeared before him, directly blocking Jue Wushen's Killing Fist.

Jue Wushen muttered:

"How is this possible? Didn't you lose all your True Qi? How can you still defend against my Killing Fist?"

Wuming smiled at the corner of his mouth and said:

"Then let me give you another surprise. Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!"

Wuming raised his finger and unleashed the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin sword move.

As soon as the move was unleashed, the fierce and peerless sword energy permeated the air. Countless sharp swords swirled like a violent storm, dancing across the sky; the sword momentum was like a net, attacking Jue Wushen with peerless ferocity.

The completely unprepared Jue Wushen did not even have time to activate his Indestructible Golden Body to resist before he was struck by this blow.

Jue Wushen spat a mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth; he had not expected that Wuming, who had become a cripple, would actually learn the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

However, he should also count himself lucky.

Because Wuming had not eaten for the past few days to conserve his strength and his body was weak, otherwise, this blow would not have just been a matter of Jue Wushen spitting a mouthful of blood.

Seeing Wuming injure Jue Wushen, the group of martial artists stopped pretending and rose up to resist, fighting with the minions of the Wushen Jue Palace.

The scene became chaotic and intense.