Everyone watched Murong Fu in silence, all very curious as to what kind of beauty could possibly surpass this princess.
Murong Fu paused for a moment, then continued, "The next person may be unfamiliar to some, but those who know her story will know of her beauty."
"Kid, stop keeping me in suspense!"
A burly, strong man couldn't help but say.
Murong Fu looked at this person with a smile.
The burly man met his cold gaze and broke out in a cold sweat, apologizing repeatedly, "Hero Murong, I was wrong, I'll slap myself."
The burly man quickly slapped himself several times.
Murong Fu then withdrew his gaze and said, "This woman's name is Dai Qisi."
"Dai Qisi?"
The name was completely unfamiliar, and everyone looked bewildered.
Azi said, "Young master, this name sounds like it comes from the Western Regions."
Lu Xiaofeng asked curiously, "She's actually a beauty from the Western Regions."
"A woman from the Western Regions dares to compare her beauty with that of women from the Central Plains?"
"Young Master Murong, is it because you have unusual tastes?"
“I admit that the blonde, blue-eyed beauties from the Western Regions are indeed quite attractive, but their bloodline is of low status. How can they compare to the beauties from the Central Plains?”
Many men in the underworld were discussing it amongst themselves, some of them revealing lewd smiles.
Murong Fu gently shook his head: "You may be unfamiliar with the name Dai Qisi, but you should be familiar with the title Purple-Robed Dragon King, right?"
"The leader of the Four Great Protectors of the Ming Cult, the Purple-Robed Dragon King?!"
Many people were surprised. They may not have seen the Purple-Robed Dragon King, but they had all heard of his name more or less.
“Indeed, it is Dai Qisi, the Purple-Robed Dragon King.” Murong Fu nodded and said, “It is said that she is as beautiful as a fairy, with black hair and black eyes, a high nose and deep eyes, and skin as white as snow. Many people in the Ming Cult admire her and regard her as the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world.”
An older swordsman said, "I once saw this Purple-Robed Dragon King from afar. She was indeed a first-class beauty, but unfortunately she was wearing a veil at the time, so I couldn't see her face clearly."
Someone immediately chimed in, "I've seen her too. She even stabbed me with a sword back then. Look, this scar is from her."
"It's a pity I was born at the wrong time and never had the chance to see such a beautiful woman."
Many more people felt sorry for him.
Zhao Min scoffed, "She's just an old woman. So many years have passed, she's probably full of wrinkles and her hair is gray now. Besides, she hasn't shown her face for over a decade, she might be dead by now."
Murong Fu smiled slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Lu Xiaofeng asked impatiently, "Young Master Murong, is there any more?"
Everyone stared intently at Murong Fu.
The title of "Number One Beauty in the Martial Arts World" may not be comparable to that of "Number One Master," but it is still truly captivating.
Murong Fu pondered for a moment before speaking: "In my opinion, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world is not Dai Qisi, but the founder of the Emei Sect, the heroine Guo Xiang."
(Due to the nature of martial arts, this Guo Xiang is not Guo Jing's daughter, but a remarkable woman who possesses both beauty and talent.)
"The founder, Guo Xiang?"
The Emei disciples looked at each other in bewilderment. They had grown up listening to the stories of their patriarch, but had never seen him.
"A dead woman, does she deserve to be called the most beautiful woman?"
Zhao Min gave a cold laugh, her face full of mockery.
The next moment, a figure appeared, slapping the person repeatedly while muttering, "You're the dead man! You're the dead man! You wretched bastard!"
*Smack! Smack! Smack!*
With a crisp slap, Zhao Min's face swelled up, turning her into a pig's head; even her father probably wouldn't recognize her.
I was stunned.
Everyone was stunned.
Because the person who made the move was none other than Zhang Sanfeng.
"snort!"
Zhang Sanfeng casually tossed Zhao Min to the ground, turned to look at Murong Fu, and a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes: "Boy, you're right, Xiang'er is the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world."
After saying that.
Zhang Sanfeng strode away.
After a while...
Murong Fu continued, "Master Zhang himself has personally acknowledged her as the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. There should be no objection, right?"
"No objections!"
Everyone shook their heads like rattles, glancing sideways at the pale-faced Zhao Min. Who dared to object?
Zhao Min was stunned. For the first time, she clearly realized that you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. Sometimes, being a smart aleck can have really serious consequences.
Lu Xiaofeng touched his four eyebrows and couldn't help but ask, "Young Master Murong, may I ask what this heroine Guo Xiang looks like?"
Murong Fu smiled and said, "I have heard that the heroine Guo Xiang has beautiful features, graceful appearance, and a lively and witty personality that is very infectious. Her personal charm is even greater than her appearance. She is a remarkable woman who combines beauty and talent."
"Is this extraordinary woman still alive?" Lu Xiaofeng asked again.
"Of course she's still alive. The heroine Guo Xiang comprehended the true principles of martial arts at the age of forty, advancing to the level of Grandmaster. Afterwards, she founded the Emei Sect, passing on her mantle, and then went into seclusion," Murong Fu said.
"Grandmasters can live for two hundred years. Considering Guo Xiang's age, she is still in her prime. Perhaps Guo Xiang is skilled in anti-aging techniques and still looks like she is sixteen years old."
Upon hearing this, everyone felt a surge of longing.
Such an extraordinary woman, what kind of beauty must she possess?
Just as everyone was lost in their fantasies, a handsome young man walked over.
"Young Master Murong, my master requests your presence."
"Your grandmaster? Is he Master Zhang?"
Murong Fu looked at the young man; this person should be Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu nodded, and as he looked down, a hint of envy, jealousy, and resentment flashed in his eyes: "Not bad."
"Then let's go. Please lead the way, Taoist priest."
Murong Fu smiled slightly, not caring about his little schemes. When you have absolute power, any conspiracy or trickery is just a paper tiger.
Azi wanted to follow, but Song Qingshu stopped her with a look.
Azi pouted indignantly, but dared not trespass. This was someone else's territory, and her life was at stake.
We arrived at the back hall.
Zhang Sanfeng rose to greet him, his eyes piercing, and said, "Fellow Daoist, you are blessed with good fortune, comprehending the Great Dao at such a young age."
Song Qingshu, who was leading the way, was taken aback. What did his master mean by that? Comprehending the Great Dao? Was he a Grandmaster or a Great Grandmaster? Surely not a Great Grandmaster? No way.
Murong Fu chuckled and shook his head: "Master Zhang is too attached to appearances. There is a sequence to learning the Dao, and everyone has their own expertise. I am just a little bit faster than others in the realm of martial arts, and there is nothing to be proud of."
Zhang Sanfeng nodded in agreement: "That's true. The path between the divine and the human is fraught with difficulty, and there's little difference between a year and a hundred years."
"..." Murong Fu found it rather amusing. I was just being modest, but you took it seriously. Didn't you realize I was showing off?
Following up on this topic, Murong Fu asked, "I wonder how many steps Master Zhang has taken?"
Zhang Sanfeng did not answer, but instead released the aura of the Five Elements Returning to the Origin, just one step away from becoming a Celestial Being.
Murong Fu realized the gap; he would need at least ten more children to catch up.
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