NOVPUBChapter 735 -39: Poor, Pedantic, Confucian, and Rotten Good People (5500 characters, combined 2 in 1)_3
“Miss Lan is fortunate to have a master by her side today, so I, Wei, will not entangle with you any longer. Old man Wu, your internal organs have long been damaged, and you’ve been holding back a mouthful of blood. You can spit it out now.”
Wu Qiong simply brushed his sleeve and remained silent.
Wei Qianfeng’s expression remained unchanged as he turned and headed towards where the body had been thrown, performed a sword salute, and said loudly:
“The brother who made a move just now was fierce. If someday you find the time, you could visit the Mysterious Sword Sect. Though it won’t amount to much, at least we won’t lack good wine, much more refreshing than staying under those impoverished and rotten scholars of Confucian School in Jiang Yang!”
“Today’s issue can be resolved by drinking three cups!”
After speaking, he turned and mounted his horse without any reluctance, leading the remaining men to gallop away. They had come like the wind and left just as decisively. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
Before they had gone far, an anxious Tian Zhide had already dashed forward a few steps and pushed aside the bushes, but he didn’t see Feng An’s figure. Instead, he noticed the fresh horse tracks left in the mud from last night’s rain, paused in slight shock, then relaxed and chuckled:
“Throw the body and run? Such a bold lad…”
The voice paused, then he murmured to himself:
“Next time, I must have a proper drink with him.”
By the time Wei Qianfeng and his men could no longer be seen in the distance, the complexion of the stoic old man standing in the courtyard suddenly changed, and he coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, his face turning deathly pale instantly. The martial artist, who had just wielded his Qi force as strong as iron, now nearly stumbled to his feet, staggering backward and being caught by Jiang Lan.
It took him a moment to stabilize his breath, his face pale as gold paper, and he sighed:
“Such a domineering Sword Qi. Sixty years of hard training… if it could really blend the vast and magnanimous aura of the ‘Long River Sunset’ between Heaven and Earth, the so-called Heavenly Sect would easily be shattered.”
“I was testing him just now. If I hadn’t used my Confucian School’s technique to lock the Qi in my Dantian and pressured my injuries, hiding my foundation, even with the master by his side, he might have fought to the death. Having such a mindset, and yet able to restrain himself to retreat bravely, Wei Qianfeng, capable of expanding the Mysterious Sword Sect to this extent, truly is not just a treacherous villain.”
The voice paused slightly, and the elder then self-deprecatingly said:
“No matter what, your father does have some insight into people, except he is too much of a scholar, only knowing how to treat others sincerely and not being wary enough, which instead brought about such big trouble. That term ‘rotten scholar’ used by Wei Qianfeng, I must indeed bear it for your father.”
Jiang Lan fell silent but quietly said, “Father is actually very good.”
Wu Qiong sighed, knowing naturally that Jiang Yang was good, and that leading with sincerity was certainly not wrong. If not for this, when his orphaned daughter was alone in Jianghu, so many martial artists wouldn’t have spontaneously organized, risking their own lives to protect her from danger.
However, for the leader of one of the Seven Sects, being kind and sincere was not necessarily a good thing, as it made people think he was soft-hearted and easily bullied.
The maid suddenly gasped, crouched down, reached to touch something on the ground, but couldn’t help but cry out as her right hand swiftly retracted as if electrified. Looking closely, fresh blood was dripping from a finger that appeared pale and delicate.
Jiang Lan looked slightly astonished.
Wu Qiong walked to Qiu Tong, the maid, looked at the ground, bent down, and picked up the item. It was half of a yellow-orange Great Qin coin, broken in the middle, with only the words “Da Tong” remaining on it. The edge was smooth and sharp, still covered with a layer of fierce Sword Qi residue.
Jiang Lan seemed to have guessed something from the situation, and whispered:
“Grandfather Wu, this is…”
Wu Qiong nodded slightly, his tone respectful, said:
“The one who struck in secret just now used the most common Great Qin Tongbao as a hidden weapon to repel Wei Qianfeng. There are countless hidden weapons in Jianghu; those who are not confined to the forms and can integrate all techniques are truly open-minded,” he said.
The voice paused, feeling the half piece of Tongbao, then exclaimed again:
“What a profound True Qi, truly a rare sight in my life. I have idly spent seventy years, encountering countless martial artists from Jianghu, yet only during my youth and when I roamed the world with Elder Ren have I met someone from the Heavenly Dragon Institute who might barely compare.”
Jiang Lan seemed thoughtful.
Wu Qiong continued:
“Heavenly Dragon Institute and Great Qin’s Jianghu are vastly different, with a deep and heavy Qi flow, similar to the manner of the one who struck; it’s likely that if he isn’t from the Northwest Heavenly Dragon Institute, he is at least related to them.”
Meanwhile, Tian Zhide had already circled back. Wu Qiong secured the half piece of Great Qin Tongbao and prepared to slightly recover here before leaving. The mulberry tree wasn’t far, only a few tens of meters, and Tian Zhide, lost in thought, just happened not to see that sole flaw.
Wei Qianfeng galloped furiously, silent throughout the journey, holding the severed half of the Great Qin Tongbao between the fingers of his left hand. His expression was somber, neither joy nor anger visible. The martial artists close to him knew he was displeased and dared not disturb him, merely silencing their horses and following beside him.
A group of more than thirty black-clad swordsmen with fierce auras rampaged across the main road. Those who traveled across the lands had sharp eyes and could instantly tell these were martial sect members from Jianghu. They kept their distance to avoid provoking them.
Fearing they might collide and get killed by a Jianghu strike without a place nearby to claim injustice, they took off, avoiding the County and State Cities.
The people from the Mysterious Sword Sect thereby became even more reckless, behaving as though the imperial road belonged to them, blatantly taking over the center. Although they encountered misfortunes, their imposing manner was undiminished.
After traveling about ten li, one of the men beside Wei Qianfeng noticed a man ahead on the road wearing black short garments, carrying a bag on his back, who simply stood firm. Although he had already seen the tiger-like ferocity of their approach, he neither retreated nor dodged.
Seeing the men from the Mysterious Sword Sect, the man in the short garments took the blue bundle from his back and placed it firmly to one side.
Wei Qianfeng, having spent decades in Jianghu battles, had a sense of the situation. He slightly lifted his head, and the horsemen to his left and right surged forward. Meanwhile, he leapt from his steed, displaying his highly skilled Qinggong. 他从马匹背上腾身而起,施展出来颇高明的轻功.He drew his swords from behind, and with a resonant whistling sound, one aimed for the throat while the other swept across the chest, both making lethal moves.
The short-garment wearer, looking simple with clear eyes, slightly lifted his right foot, barely leaving the ground, and slid diagonally upwards. His left hand raised while his right hand gently slid down, his expression showing no tension, though his movements seemed limp and powerless.
More than twenty of Wei Qianfeng’s followers wore mocking expressions.
Wei Qianfeng didn’t care initially, but when that soft, flimsy stance suddenly emanated a Yin Yang Mixed Yuan energy, his expression drastically changed.
“Not good!”
The words had barely left his mouth when the man on the road hummed a low note, turning the Yin and Yang. His body slightly shook, and with the softest turning to the most rigid, a fierce and formidable Qi Force erupted. The two swordsmen had not even understood what had happened when they were sent flying back several meters, coughing blood and turning pale.
Though their lives were not endangered, they no longer possessed the strength to strike again, and even dropped the weapons that were once their lifelines.
A resonant whistling sound surged.
The horses became restless, and the swordsmen atop them were filled with doubt. The continual wave of energy suddenly split, and a silver stream of light separated the scene ahead like a cloud of swirling Qi Force, resembling a silver waterfall streaking through the sky, bearing the Sword Intent of Heavenly Mountain’s Cold Front and Qingfeng’s Thousand Autumns, directly targeting Wei Qianfeng.
PS: Today, I present a merged chapter of 5,500 characters; split into two parts, each chapter would be around 2,700 to 2,800 words. Ah, why is my typing so slow…
