Chapter 38: Hidden Dragon Emerges from the Abyss
The green lamp flickered, and another lamp ran out of oil and suddenly went out.
The whole room was in uproar!
Who would have thought that this little boy was harboring murderous intentions, pretending to be a disciple but actually intending to assassinate someone!
When he looked again, Feng Yanyuan had already twisted Mei Xiaolong's arms behind his back, and released a strong energy from his fingers, sealing all the blood vessels in his body.
The little boy who was so innocent just now now had a hideous look on his face, like a little evil star.
Feng Yanyuan was just recovering from the shock - at such a young age, he already had such a scheming mind. This was his first lesson in the martial arts world.
Yun Yuan stared at Feng Yanyuan. After all this time at the Feng family, today was the first time she'd witnessed the Third Young Master's true abilities. The lightning-fast turn of events had clearly caught him off guard, but his agility was blindingly fast.
Glancing across the hall, he saw the expressions of the jianghu warriors had already changed. Many had quietly sheathed their weapons, and their postures were no longer as calm as before. Amidst the flickering candlelight, he could faintly hear a few gasps of shock.
Suddenly, a loud laugh exploded from the second floor.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a foreign monk leaning against the railing. He was short and stout, his ochre robe half draped over his body, his exposed chest glistening with oil. He held the wine jug and drank from it headfirst. Finally, he tilted the jug upside down, extending his tongue to catch the last drop. He tossed the jug and, like a kite, leaped down the stairs. His massive frame landed as light as a feather, making no sound.
"I am humbled and honored to meet Mr. Feng San." The Hu monk raised one palm in front of his chest and performed a standard Buddhist salute.
Feng Yanyuan's face was gloomy, and he had lost his interest. "Master, what advice do you have?"
The foreign monk suddenly stretched out his hand to grab him, but Feng Yanyuan pushed him back - but Monk Wuwang was struck by lightning and retreated more than ten steps in horse stance.
Wherever he passed, diners were unable to avoid him. Two people were knocked flying and their bowls and plates were broken all over the floor.
Finally, with a loud bang, the monk's back slammed against the wall, creating spiderweb-like cracks in the mud wall. Although he didn't fall, his fat face flushed red.
Feng Yanyuan looked back coldly and said in a cold voice, "I'm sorry."
The Hu monk was not annoyed. Instead, he clapped his hands and laughed: "Excellent skills! It seems that I alone cannot defeat the Third Young Master."
His words were strange. Feng Yanyuan frowned, but he saw that everyone in the hall had strange expressions, and several of them were secretly exchanging glances, which showed that they had a tacit understanding.
Feng Yanyuan looked around and said coldly: "I am just staying here. If you want to compete in martial arts, I am sorry that I am unwilling to accompany you." After saying that, he turned around and left.
The monk Hu suddenly shouted loudly: "Did you hear that, everyone? The third young master said he - doesn't want to!" After that, he burst into laughter.
The whole room burst into laughter.
Xi Wu Gu stood up, shaking his neck, and said sarcastically, "Young Master, the Jianghu is not your Feng family's training ground!" He suddenly lowered his voice and pretended to be kind: "If you don't want to...it's not up to you!"
Wei Qianji played with the teacup in his hand and sneered, "You two rough guys, the young master didn't even bring that toy gun, are you still going to force yourself on him?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone burst into laughter.
The monk patted his round belly, his face gleaming with laughter. "Heroes are born young! Don't be fooled by his delicate appearance; that move he just made was truly remarkable." He suddenly narrowed his eyes and glanced meaningfully at Yun Yuan. "I just wonder... if he has any other 'skills'? Otherwise, how could he dare to travel the world with such a beautiful woman?"
Upon hearing this, Zuo Xiaoyao immediately added, "Who knows... maybe this girl has some 'special' abilities?" He then gave Yun Yuan a frivolous look.
Feng Jiu was so furious that his hair stood on end when he heard this. His five fingers clenched the hilt of the sword until it made a creaking sound. However, seeing that Feng Yanyuan remained silent, he had no choice but to suppress his anger and stand with the sword in hand.
Feng Yanyuan glanced at the indifferent Yun Yuan and turned to ascend the stairs. Unexpectedly, the barbarian monk suddenly appeared before him like a ghost, saying sinisterly, "Third Young Master, today is not up to you. Xi Wu Gu, Zuo Xiao Yao, Wei Qian Ji, now that we're all here, I won't eat alone. How about we all learn the legendary Feng family's unique skills together and split the ten thousand gold reward?"
Xi Wu Gu grinned and drew the soft sword from his waist: "The bald donkey finally said something that suits my taste! I have been waiting impatiently for a long time."
Zuo Xiaoyao and Wei Qianji smiled at each other.
The Xiaoyao Sword spun in a single movement, and Zuo Xiaoyao said loudly, "The bounty is a minor matter. I beg you two to show some mercy and let us witness this so-called overwhelming force!"
Wei Qianji turned around and shouted to the shopkeeper who was shivering behind the counter, "Old man, why don't you go and heat up a jar of Lanling wine? We can drink it when we're done!" Before he finished speaking, there was a clear "clang" sound, and a copper coin flew through the air and hit the counter, going deep into the wood.
Xi Wu Gu shook his wrist, and the boneless whip suddenly unfolded; Zuo Xiaoyao drew his long sword, and the sword body reflected the candlelight; Wei Qianji had eight flying knives between his ten fingers, and the green light flashed on the blades.
Just as the fight was about to break out, the monk suddenly shouted, "Stop!"
"What mystery is the bald donkey trying to create again!" The tip of Xi Wugu's whip exploded in the air.
The monk touched his shiny forehead and said with a sinister smile, "There are too many idlers waiting here, it's getting in the way." He then took out two gilded meteor hammers from his waist and said, "Listen up, if you don't care. If you think you can handle the Buddha's pair of treasures, feel free to stay and watch the fun!" He roared at the top of his voice, "One, two—"
Before they uttered the word "three," the hall erupted in chaos. Guests shoved and shoved their way out the door, leaving only the seven of them in the vast guesthouse.
The monk twirled his meteor hammer and clicked his tongue twice, "Third Master Feng, you've been keeping a low profile, and now any random person in the martial arts world dares to try to provoke you."
Feng Jiu unsheathed his sword three inches, "To use numbers to overpower the few, is this the code of conduct in the martial arts world today?"
"Morality?" The monk suddenly burst into laughter, shaking the roof beams so hard that dust fell. "Listen up, little kid! The martial arts world only recognizes this—" He slammed his meteor hammer against the pillar beside him, with a loud bang, and wood chips flew everywhere. "The sky is made of gold, and the ground is paved with silver!"
"What nonsense! Let's clean up the mess first!"
Xi Wu Gu suddenly spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and the long whip in his hand struck Feng Jiu like lightning. The whip split into three strands in mid-air, and although Feng Jiu dodged the main whip, the other two strands entangled his wrist.
Feng Yanyuan was about to lend a hand when Zuo Xiaoyao's sword had already drawn seven sword flowers to block his way, and Wei Qianji's scimitar silently blocked him from behind.
Yun Yuan flashed and hid behind the collapsed counter, huddled together with the shivering shop owner, watching the fight coldly.
Feng Jiu's face turned purple from being twisted by the boneless whip. Suddenly, he roared, and his whole body surged with true energy, forcibly shaking off the entangled whip rope. Just as he was about to fight back, he saw the gilded meteor hammer of the monk Hu coming towards him!
At the critical moment, Feng Yanyuan appeared like a ghost, grabbed the hammer chain with one hand and pulled it, and pushed Feng Jiu towards Yun Yuan with the other hand.
"Protect her."
Before he could finish his words, the barbarian monk's hammer came crashing down on him. Feng Yanyuan dodged the meteor hammer with his side, the Free and Easy Sword already thrust against his chest. He pinched the sword with his fingers, forcing it back, then dodged the boneless whip that snaked around his arm. As he fell back, he grabbed the whip again and swung his sleeve, intercepting a volley of incoming darts.
When the meteor hammer came again, Feng Yanyuan was holding the boneless whip and yanking and swinging it, and the man fell down again - Xi Wugu was horrified! But he was too late to stop and was hit head-on by the meteor hammer swung by the monk!
The hammer hit Xi Wu Gu so hard that he fell to the ground immediately.
The monk was extremely shocked! When he swung the meteor hammer again, he was suddenly stabbed in the abdomen by the Xiaoyao sword!
He stared at Zuo Xiaoyao, who was equally astonished, with wide eyes, then staggered and knelt on the ground.
Zuo Xiaoyao regained consciousness, drew his sword, and turned around, stabbing at Feng Yanyuan with his flying sword. Just as he watched the sword pierce Feng Yanyuan, who was already close to him, the man suddenly transformed into Wei Qianji! Just as he was stunned, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw that it was Wei Qianji's five poisoned darts that were stuck in his chest!
As the green lamp flickered, another candle burned out and the guest house suddenly became dark.
Xi Wu Gu was lying on his back on the ground, Hu Seng Wu Wang was kneeling in a pool of blood, Zuo Xiaoyao was leaning against the table leg, gasping for breath. Only Wei Qianji was still able to hold on, leaning against the wall and staring at Feng Yanyuan.
The hidden weapon expert couldn't figure it out—he was clearly aiming for Feng Yanyuan's throat, so how could he accidentally hit Zuo Xiaoyao? In his more than ten years of wandering the martial arts world, he had never made such a ridiculous mistake.
The other three also looked ashen, with disbelief in their eyes.
And it hadn't even been a quarter of an hour—the Third Young Master Feng had used only the time it took for a cup of tea to cool down to completely defeat the four of them...
The top spot on the Wuliang List is indeed worthy of its reputation.
The four people's thoughts stopped here and they all slowly closed their eyes.
Mei Xiaolong, whose acupoints were fixed, was stunned.
Feng Yanyuan's every move was unhurried, his wide sleeves dancing like a white dragon. In comparison, those so-called masters were clumsy and reckless, vulnerable to a single blow—completely forgetting that they had just been subdued by a single blow.
Mei Xiaolong was secretly amazed when he suddenly saw Feng Yanyuan walking towards him. He was immediately frightened out of his wits, and his childish voice changed its tone: "I, I'm still a child! How can you be a hero if you kill a child!"
At this time, he became a child again.
Feng Yanyuan's eyes were as cold as ice: "Who taught you to recognize me?"
"Hero, please spare my life!" Mei Xiaolong's voice trembled, "Yes...someone sent the portrait to the village, and I sneaked into my father's study and saw it..." He saw Feng Yanyuan's expression became even colder, and suddenly burst into tears, "You bully the child! Bully..." His legs were shaking like sieves, and his crotch was suddenly wet.
Feng Yanyuan raised his hand in a gesture. Mei Xiaolong closed his eyes tightly, crying out "Daddy" heartbreakingly, but suddenly felt his blood vessels loosen. He frantically removed his hand from his eyes, realizing he could move again. He immediately tried to escape, but his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.
Feng Yanyuan frowned.
Looking back, I saw that the four men had all fainted. Although their injuries were serious, they were not serious for these veterans.
Feng Yanyuan leaned over to check on Zuo Xiaoyao who was closest to him, and found that he had fainted from exhaustion.
Feng Jiu struggled to stand up, frowning and saying, "Sir, what was that palm strike you just made? I still feel my energy stagnant."
"Have some tea." Yun Yuan had poured the tea at some point and was handing the teacup to Feng Jiu.
Feng Jiu was puzzled, but his mouth was indeed dry after the fierce battle. He took the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. Then he wiped his mouth and said, "You are quite courageous girl. You still have the leisure to make tea amidst the flash of swords and sabers."
Feng Yanyuan glanced at Feng Jiu's empty cup of tea, and understood what was happening. He turned to Yun Yuan and asked, "Can you tell who poisoned me?"
Yun Yuan looked around the mess in the hall and said, "As long as the young master is safe and sound, who cares if he is a jerk!"
Feng Jiu was full of doubts when he suddenly heard three loud laughs coming from him.
"What a sharp-tongued little girl! If I don't come out now, I'll become a cuckold."
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