Chapter 677 Disciple Feng Xiu pays respects to Master! [Bonus Chapter]
"..."
A deathly silence.
Only Cheng Yuan recognized the old man, and he exclaimed, "Master, Master!"
His master is still alive!
There's hope!
Feng Xiu seemed to be just noticing his own disciple, and said with some surprise, "A Yuan, you're here too."
Cheng Yuan: "..."
He sounds like he was just an afterthought.
"Xie Huanran." Feng Xiu turned his head, his expression indifferent. "Is the ancient martial arts world your Xie family's domain? What a boastful tone."
Xie Huanran finally managed to get up, only to hear this sentence.
He stared at the old man in the straw hat, his expression one of utter shock: "Feng Xiu?!"
Shouldn't Feng Xiu be dead already?
How could it possibly appear at this time?
In fact, Feng Xiu had been on tenterhooks the whole time, and only now did he breathe a sigh of relief, his palms sweating.
The snow-capped mountain where he rests is a full 800 kilometers away from here.
Even if he pushed his speed to the limit, it would still take him several hours to reach his destination.
Feng Xiu was afraid that if he arrived even a moment later, it would cause irreversible consequences.
Fortunately, no one has died so far.
Feng Xiu glanced at Xie Huanran indifferently: "You'd better not even think about making a move."
He raised his hand and unleashed a powerful strike from a distance.
"Bang!"
Xie Huanran didn't even have time to react before all the acupoints on his body were sealed, leaving him frozen in place.
Feng Xiu turned around and stepped forward.
Lin Wuliang and Yue Qinghe both felt their scalps tingle and dared not move.
Everyone else at the scene dared not utter a sound.
Feng Xiu stopped in front of Fu Yunshen, raised his hand, and injected a stream of pure internal energy into his body.
Fu Yunshen felt a sense of lightness in his body.
This powerful internal energy was helping him repair his injuries.
But at the same time, the power he had previously unleashed also disappeared.
Fu Yunshen twitched his fingers, pressed his head, and suppressed the fragmented images in his mind: "Yaoyao!"
Feng Xiu knelt down in front of Yue Fuyi again and began to heal Ying Zijin's wounds.
Looking at the girl's bloodless face, the muscles on his face twitched almost imperceptibly, and a sinister look appeared in his eyes for the first time.
What a Xie Huanran!
How could they be so vicious!
Feng Xiu could naturally see that Ying Zijing's bone age was not even twenty years old, but her ancient martial arts cultivation had already reached a terrifying one hundred and fifty years.
A four-hundred-year-old geezer is bullying a little girl.
That's wonderful!
After seeing that Ying Zijing's breathing had calmed down, Feng Xiu stood up again and walked step by step towards Xie Huanran.
His eyes were filled with undisguised killing intent.
Xie Huanran felt extreme danger for the first time. Just as he was about to speak, he was slapped across the face.
That slap made him vomit up pieces of his liver.
Xie Huanran was filled with shock and horror.
How come, despite both being top-tier ancient martial arts practitioners, his strength is so much weaker than Feng Xiu's?!
Feng Xiu said calmly, "The number one in the ancient martial arts world?"
"Smack!"
Another slap landed.
"Unify the ancient martial arts world?"
"Smack!"
The third slap.
"Slaughter the entire ancient martial arts world?"
"You dare to challenge me?"
"Clap clap clap—"
The sound of slapping continued.
Feng Xiu didn't use any other ancient martial arts moves; he simply slapped Feng Xiu.
Xie Huanran felt an unprecedented humiliation, and he was filled with grief and indignation: "Feng Xiu, if you have the guts, kill me fair and square! What kind of nonsense is this?!"
He's a top-tier ancient martial arts master, how could he be humiliated like this?!
Feng Xiu snorted softly, holding a fishing rod, and tossed Xie Huanran into the air.
Next, everyone watched as Feng Xiu used the fishing rod to whip Xie Huanran repeatedly.
With each stab, Xie Huanran let out a scream, his wounds so deep they revealed the bone.
Within minutes, he was covered in injuries.
The skin was torn open, and blood was dripping everywhere.
Lin Wuliang and Yue Qinghe exchanged a glance and both gasped.
They were both three hundred years old and knew that they had reached the end of their lifespan and didn't have much time left.
Unless they can break through to the peak of ancient martial arts, their lifespan will be extended to five hundred years.
But they now realize that even among top-tier ancient martial arts practitioners, the gap is still enormous.
Even though Xie Huanran had already advanced to the peak of ancient martial arts, killing them was as easy as killing ants.
Even in front of Feng Xiu, they were still powerless to fight back.
Feng Xiu used this fishing rod to knock Xie Huanran unconscious.
"Whoosh—"
He tossed Xie Huanran to Cheng Yuan and said coldly, "Lock him in the water dungeon first, and keep an eye on him."
Cheng Yuan quickly accepted it: "Yes, Master."
Feng Xiu turned his head again, his gaze falling on Lin Wuliang and Yue Qinghe, his voice very calm: "You two are still alive."
Lin Wuliang and Yue Qinghe's legs went weak, and they almost knelt down, their voices trembling: "Senior Feng Xiu, we...we..."
“I understand why people don’t care if it’s none of their business,” Feng Xiu said without saying anything. “Anyway, you two only have five more years to live. Let’s go.”
Lin Wuliang, Haoyue Qinghe, and others tumbled and crawled away.
The Lin and Yue families were left looking at each other in shock.
If Lin Wuliang and Yue Qinghe die, the Lin and Yue families will suffer a great loss of strength.
The world of ancient martial arts will inevitably undergo a complete transformation.
"What are you still doing here?" Feng Xiu asked, his hands behind his back, glancing at you. "Are you waiting for me to send you away?"
Apart from Yue Fuyi, no one else dared to stay any longer; they all fled at top speed.
Fu Yunshen took Ying Zijin from Yue Fuyi's hands, picked her up, and held her protectively in his arms.
The fragmented images that had been suppressed earlier began to flash wildly again at this moment.
The image contains severed limbs and blood.
There were ruins and broken tiles, as well as shattered weapons.
His hand trembled almost imperceptibly, and his voice was low: "Yaoyao..."
Fu Yunshen closed his eyes, hugged the girl tighter, and headed to the Judicial Office.
**
On the other side.
The capital city.
Shao Yun and the Grand Elder were still waiting outside.
Along the way, Shao Yun had made several phone calls to the commander of the Scepter Knights, but the commander had not yet arrived.
Shao Yun was extremely anxious, his heart feeling as if it were being roasted on fire.
Just as he was about to lose patience, a loud "boom" rang in his ears.
The gate to the ancient martial arts world has actually been opened from the inside.
Shao Yun suddenly looked up.
The Grand Elder's expression brightened, and he exclaimed in disbelief, "Yun Shen and the others succeeded!"
The fact that the door opened from the inside proved that Xie Huanran was no longer in any danger.
The Grand Elder was aware of the initial plan.
Ying Zijing and Fu Yunshen planned to lure Xie Huanran to a deserted place and detonate the miniature nuclear bomb next to him.
Therefore, someone will inevitably have to sacrifice themselves.
But after waiting for so long, he did not hear the sound of the nuclear bomb exploding.
The elder hurriedly took out his phone and saw the message Fu Yunshen had sent him.
[Elder, everyone else may return.]
The elder let out a long sigh of relief, collapsed to the ground, and cried and laughed at the same time: "It's good that you're alive, it's good that you're alive!"
Shao Yun snatched the elder's phone, and after reading the message, his heart, which had been pounding, finally settled down.
Just then, a sharp whistle rang out.
An aerial motorcycle sped from a distance and then stopped in front of Yu Shaoyun.
On the air motorcycle was a blond, blue-eyed young man wearing silver armor.
Commander of the Knights of the Scepter!
"Patriarch." The young man got off the motorcycle and took off his helmet. "Right here?"
"Well, the matter has been resolved." Shao Yun frowned. "You're too late."
"I'm sorry, Master, this place is too far from where we leave the city. I've already traveled as fast as I can." The young man said apologetically. "Since the person you needed me to protect is safe, Master, I'll return this token to you."
He handed the short sword that the guard captain had given him at the city gate back to Shaoyun.
Shao Yun pursed his lips and gripped the short sword in his hand.
Since this short sword wasn't used, we might as well give it to Xiao Qi later.
Fu Yunshen went to the City of the World without any power, but this short sword would at least allow him to command the Knights of the Scepter once.
The young man nodded slightly: "If there's nothing else, patriarch, I'll head back to the city now."
The Sage's Academy controls all the city gates of the World City, allowing the four knight commanders to come and go freely and return to the city whenever they wish, unlike them who have to wait.
Shao Yun looked up: "Now?"
“Ah, right.” The young man smiled and said, “Originally, our Order of the Scepter had always acted on the Pope’s orders, but recently, because Lord Chariot just returned, there have been more things to do.”
"The Knights are short-handed and overwhelmed, so I must hurry back. Lord Chariot has a bad temper, so we, as his subordinates, must serve him well."
Shao Yun was quite surprised: "The Sage's Chariot? It's back?"
The eighth of the Twenty-Two Sages, The Chariot of the Sages.
The young man casually remarked, "Well, I heard from His Holiness the Pope that Lord Chariot returned to the city from here, but I don't know the specifics."
"I'm going back now, goodbye everyone."
He nodded to Yu Shaoyun, put his helmet back on, flipped onto the air motorcycle, and sped away once again.
This aerial motorcycle is as fast as an airplane, and it's cool and stylish.
They disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Shao Yun fell into deep thought.
How could the Sage's Chariot have returned to the city from here?
Logically speaking, the Twenty-Two Sages have always been stationed in the City of the World and have never left.
The elder squinted, watching the direction the young man had left in.
He stroked his beard and suddenly asked, "Hey, where can I buy that thing he sits on?"
Yu Shaoyun: "..."
**
The world of ancient martial arts.
For the past seven days, Xie Huanran has been imprisoned in the dark water dungeon of the Judicial Hall and has suffered endless torment.
His cultivation was sealed by Feng Xiu, leaving only a wisp of internal energy to keep him from dying.
Xie Huanran knew that without Feng Xiu's consent, he couldn't even commit suicide.
After an unknown amount of time, a sliver of light finally appeared in the water dungeon.
Xie Huanran looked up abruptly, but the hope in his eyes was crushed bit by bit when he saw the old man.
He hissed, "Feng Xiu!"
Feng Xiu still held the fishing rod, and with a flick of his wrist, he lifted Xie Huanran up.
They even thoughtfully changed his clothes.
Although it was only a short time, the gushing blood completely stained the clothes red again.
"Feng Xiu, what are you doing!" Xie Huanran felt an unprecedented fear and roared hysterically, "What exactly do you want to do!"
Feng Xiu used the fishing rod to hoist Xie Huanran up again, and said indifferently, "I'm afraid you'll offend my master's eyes."
Before Xie Huanran could react, everything went blurry before his eyes.
In just over ten seconds, Feng Xiu had already hoisted Xie Huanran to Ying Zijin's door.
He took a deep breath, his fingers trembling, and went forward to knock on the door.
The girl's clear, cool voice was now slightly hoarse from just waking up: "I'm here."
Feng Xiu then pushed open the door and went inside.
The girl leaned against the bed, looking at the sunlight and flowers outside the window.
"Feng Xiu! If you have the guts, kill me!" Xie Huanran was still yelling, "Why are you torturing me like this? Huh?!"
"What? This bitch killed my junior, so I'll kill her. A life for a life, it's only right and proper. What right do you have to stop me?!"
What Xie Huanran found most unbearable was that after years of arduous training and even creating his own martial arts techniques, he finally advanced to the peak of ancient martial arts.
But when Feng Xiu came out, he was still defeated.
In Feng Xiu's view, Xie Huanran was like a child who had suddenly gained power, a joke.
Feng Xiu raised his leg and kicked Xie Huanran to the side of Ying Zijing's bed.
Then, a thunderous pressure descended, forcing Xie Huanran to kneel before the girl.
"Click, click."
A cracking sound rang out, and Xie Huanran's spine shattered once again, his internal organs feeling as if they had been crushed.
The intense pain caused his vision to blur and his head to spin.
"Ah—!!!" Xie Huanran let out a heart-wrenching scream, "Feng Xiu, you killed me, what right do you have to make me kneel before her? What is she?!"
If Feng Xiu hadn't suddenly appeared, he would have killed Ying Zijing and Fu Yunshen long ago!
Feng Xiu lifted his clothes and, under Xie Huanran's gradually freezing gaze, slowly knelt down before the girl: "Disciple Feng Xiu, today brings Xie Huanran, a sinner of the ancient martial arts world, to pay respects to Master."
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