"Young Master Duan, it seems you don't quite agree with my understanding?"
Murong Fu glanced at Duan Yu with a smile.
Duan Yu lowered his head, looking uneasy, and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I didn't mean that, you misheard me."
Kumārajīva walked over and said, "Young Master Duan, you must keep your word. How can a man go back on his word?"
Duan Yu argued, "I... I mean, Young Master Murong's words are somewhat exaggerated. Who can know everything that happens in the world?"
Murong Fu chuckled, shrugged, and said seriously, "Hehe, Young Master Duan, if I said you weren't your father's biological son, you certainly wouldn't believe me, would you?"
Duan Yu chuckled dryly, "Young Master Murong, please don't joke like that. How could I not be his biological son?"
Murong Fu smiled meaningfully, making Duan Yu feel extremely guilty.
Kumārajīva said, "Young Master Murong, I have some questions. Could you please answer them?"
Murong Fu smiled at Kumārajīva: "Master, please ask."
Kumārajīva pondered for a moment and then asked, "I wonder if Young Master Murong is familiar with the Penglai Sect?"
Murong Fu pondered for a moment upon hearing this, "Master, are you asking about the sect of the overseas rogue cultivator Li Feiyu?"
Kumārajīva was shocked; he actually knew!
"As far as I know, Li Feiyu appeared two and a half years ago. He first appeared in a fishing village on the coast of the Southern Song Dynasty, where he killed more than ten Japanese pirates in one fell swoop. Afterwards, he discovered that the local government was colluding with the Japanese pirates, so he wiped out the entire family of the local prefect..."
Two years ago, Li Feiyu killed more than a thousand Liangshan bandits.
"A year ago, Li Feiyu wiped out the entire Iron Palm Sect because he couldn't stand the young master of the Iron Palm Sect bullying men and women."
"Six months ago, Li Feiyu passed through Huainan City and saw local tyrants enslaving the people and wiping out the entire families of the gentry."
"Two and a half months ago, Li Feiyu came to Xingzilin to fight against the Beggar Clan's masters..."
Murong Fu slowly began to tell the story of Li Feiyu.
Unexpectedly, Murong Fu himself explained Li Feiyu's background, giving the impression of self-praise.
The audience listened with great interest. He was a man of flesh and blood, who, though he often slaughtered entire families, was a man of true character!
"Li Feiyu's ability is due to his superb martial arts skills." Murong Fu paused, glanced around, and seeing everyone looking at him and listening intently, gave a mysterious smile before continuing.
Kumārajīva asked impatiently, "Young Master Murong, what is so special about his martial arts?"
"The martial art he practiced was called [Fengxu Yufeng], which came from a reclusive master two hundred years ago - Changchun Zhenren Xiaoyaozi."
Murong Fu spoke eloquently:
“Speaking of Xiaoyaozi, you may not know him, but you should have heard of the Xiaoyao Sect? Or, Lingjiu Palace, and—the Deaf-Mute Sect.”
Upon hearing the words "Lingjiu Palace," many people frowned, looking bewildered. But when they heard "Deaf and Mute Gate," they all turned to look at Su Xinghe.
Su Xinghe was also quite surprised. He stood up and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Murong Fu: "I didn't expect that someone would know the origin of our sect. What Young Master Murong said is true. I am a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect."
"Hehe, I only know a little bit about it." Murong Fu returned the gesture with a fist and continued, "Whether it is Lingjiu Palace, Deaf-Mute Sect, Penglai Sect of Li Feiyu, or even Xixia Yipin Hall, their founders are all the same person."
"Even the Western Xia First-Class Hall is one?"
Everyone was surprised again.
Kumārajīva exclaimed in surprise, "This Changchun Zhenren is so extraordinary!"
Murong Fu shook his head and said, "It's hard to say. I can only say that it's above the Grandmaster level, or perhaps the Celestial Realm."
"Grandmaster...or Celestial Being?"
Everyone was shocked once again.
Grandmasters are already the pinnacle of the martial arts world; they are basically like dragons whose heads are seen but not their tails.
The concept of celestial beings is merely a legend; I never imagined that such a realm actually existed.
Kumārajīva's pupils contracted slightly, and he sighed, "The Murong family truly lives up to its reputation as a family that has lasted for hundreds of years. I admire their profound heritage."
Upon hearing this...
Everyone realized what was happening.
If Murong Fu knows these things, doesn't that mean the Murong family also has Grandmasters, or even Celestial Realm experts?
"Hehe—you flatter me, I only know a little bit about this."
Murong Fu smiled faintly, his smile as gentle and refined as jade.
Duan Yu suddenly realized something: if what Murong Fu said was true, then he really wasn't Murong Fu's biological son.
Could it be that Father was cuckolded?
Duan Yu was bewildered.
"Ahem!" Su Xinghe coughed and said, "Since Young Master Murong is familiar with our sect's heritage, why not try this Precious Chess Formation? If you can break the formation, my master will reward you handsomely."
"I won't play chess anymore." Murong Fu stepped forward with a smile, but instead of playing chess, he said, "Mr. Su, I have a past relationship with your master. I wonder if I could meet him?"
Su Xinghe hesitated slightly.
Suddenly.
A fierce burst of energy shot out and struck Murong Fu squarely in the back.
However, a golden light shone from Murong Fu's body, dissolving the force of the energy.
Even so, it caused Murong Fu to stumble, leaving a deep pit in the ground.
"How dare you!"
Murong Fu turned and looked into the distance.
"not good!"
Having failed in his first attack, Duan Yanqing was so frightened that he abandoned his staff and fled in a flash.
Murong Fu used his Lingbo Weibu technique, creating several afterimages on the field, and instantly arrived in front of Duan Yanqing: "Old dog Duan, did you think you could escape like last time?"
Clang!
The sword was drawn, its cold light flashing.
Dragon City Sword Technique!
With a single sword strike, a hundred flowers bloom.
Blood flower.
quick!
That's too fast.
Duan Yanqing was still standing there, stunned, when they arrived.
The next moment.
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