[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (Tianlong Fengliu) (Complete) - 16

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Part 1: Fallen Heavenly Dragon World, Chapter 74: Taking Down Wang Yuyan 1.

Wu Long's scorching Northern Darkness True Qi unleashed the violent side of the He Shi Bi. But now he was already in a bind, unable to stop. Wu Long could only disperse all his energy, guarding the last bit of clarity in his Lingtai Ancestral Acupoint, and persevere. Wu Long felt the strange power within the He Shi Bi surging and surging with a ferocity far greater than before, pouring into his palm like a wild horse, then rushing into his body through every major and minor meridian.

Wu Long had never expected this situation. In an instant, he realized it must be related to his strengthened meridians and true qi. His blood and qi seemed to freeze, while the coldness of the He Shi Bi only increased, endlessly. Suddenly, it transformed into a swirling current of hot and cold, like thousands of mischievous burrowing rats running rampant in his body, leaving no meridian untouched. Strangely, the cold current was clearly much stronger than the hot current.

Even with his unwavering will, he almost couldn't help but scream and groan in agony. His blood and qi surged throughout his body, his meridians felt as if they were about to explode, the pain exceeding any limit anyone could endure. The destructive power of radiation... A myriad of hallucinations arose and vanished in his mind, endless strange scenes unfolding. With each circulation of qi, Wu Long's meridians seemed to expand slightly. After accelerating, they suddenly slowed down, repeating this cycle countless times and for an unknown amount of time. Suddenly, Wu Long felt a sharp pain as if the sky were falling and the earth were splitting open, as if all his meridians were about to explode.

With a deafening boom, the jade erupted with a light akin to a super-explosive burst. A tangible, icy liquid surged into his pineal gland, causing Wu Long's mind to go blank. He found himself in a wondrous microscopic world, a world he seemed to roam endlessly within. He had become a cell, reveling in and exploring the vast, universe-like secrets of the human body. Suddenly, he felt colorful particles seep through his skin and into his body, rapidly traveling towards his brain. Intrigued, he quickly followed. Soon

, he arrived in an even more wondrous and magnificent world, filled with a dense network of light. Within this network, luminous objects moved at near-light speed, and the colorful particles also moved rapidly, gradually disappearing from view, becoming only streaks of rainbow-like light radiating from them.

In no time, as more and more colorful particles entered the network, the space became bustling. Many beautiful emerald green particles, trailing graceful lines, flew at high speeds, colliding with the network's numerous branches, creating a breathtaking spectacle like a shower of petals. The originally slender network branches, with each impact, gradually thickened, becoming more resilient against the emerald green collisions. The scene was spectacular, yet extremely chaotic.

Then, at this moment, a gigantic, transparent white dragon appeared from the network. This dragon immediately began devouring the emerald green particles at an even higher speed, ignoring the newly arrived colorful particles. It only devoured the particles after they had grown powerful enough to travel at high speed. The emerald green particles, clearly unwilling to be swallowed so easily, struggled and fought their way through each attempt before being consumed. Later, the emerald green particles became intelligent; many of them coalesced, growing to the size of the white dragon.

The two giant dragons began to fight. As the colorful dragon absorbed the emerald green, it grew stronger and stronger, while the white dragon gradually became outmatched. Seeing its weakness, the white dragon quickly retreated and engaged in guerrilla warfare with the colorful dragon within the net. However, it seemed to be following a certain direction, gradually leading the colorful dragon to the vicinity of a bright white vortex. That vortex seemed extremely powerful; the white dragon instantly disappeared into it, or perhaps it had emerged from there.

The colorful dragon also realized something was wrong and was about to retreat when suddenly many tentacles, the same size as the white dragon, emerged from the vortex, immobilizing the colorful dragon. Before the colorful dragon could struggle, it was violently dragged into the vortex, where it seemed to churn for a moment before calming down. A short while later, another long white dragon emerged from the vortex, continuing the same trick. After devouring countless colorful dragons, the vortex finally stopped producing white dragons, and no more colorful particles entered the cyberspace. Only then did it become apparent that the branches of the network were much thicker than before, resembling totems, and the faint glow within them had become even brighter. The

commotion had subsided, so it withdrew and began circulating through its meridians. It noticed that white particles were constantly seeping into its skin, being absorbed by its meridians. As the meridians absorbed these particles, they grew thicker, their faint glow flowing within them.

The meridians, as if imbued with life, pulsed slightly with the flowing light, undergoing strange changes. First, the branches of the meridians noticeably increased, becoming thinner and more extended. Now, the meridians within the body seemed to be growing and changing wildly, like a strange creature. Finally, at the peak of this momentum, those wildly "growing" meridians suddenly disappeared, leaving only the original main meridians, now almost imperceptible. The true qi and spiritual power within the body seemed no longer needed within the meridians; it was as if his entire body had become the meridians. Perhaps, at some point, those almost imperceptible meridians would also disappear. Now, his body was suddenly empty; the true qi and spiritual power couldn't fill such a large space, only moving randomly yet with a certain regularity.

He returned to the vicinity of the spiritual energy vortex. Because he was now existing as pure spiritual power, he could reach any place, so he entered the spiritual energy vortex. Upon entering, he discovered that it was another world unknown to him. Inside, it resembled a galaxy, with numerous "solar systems" swirling around a central point of light, a magnificent, vast, and breathtaking sight.

Wu Long suddenly recalled a concept from his physics studies: an atom is like a miniature solar system.

We know the sun is at the center of the solar system, and far, far away, planets orbit it. Most of the matter in the solar system is concentrated in the sun; the mass of the planets is negligible compared to the sun. However, because the sun's volume occupies only a small portion of the solar system, most of it is actually empty. The

atom is similar: at its center is a tiny nucleus, its diameter only a few tens of thousands of times that of the entire atom. However, the vast majority of the atom's mass is concentrated in the nucleus. The mass of an electron is insignificant compared to the nucleus. Wu Long's consciousness was drawn to the vortex at the center of the galaxy, perceiving it as a giant black hole. His consciousness jolted, and he once again entered a strange illusion.

Wu Long saw a typical American mountain, and a tall, burly man walking along it. Focusing his attention, Wu Long finally made out the man's appearance—a typical American. If Wu Long had emotions, he would have been utterly astonished, for he knew this American very well; he was the person who had introduced him to and managed his underground boxing matches in America! Strangely, however, 'Wu Long' showed no emotion. He seemed like a machine, coldly observing everything. Despite his tall stature, Walton was incredibly agile. He darted left and right through the mountain, his movements as swift as lightning, quickly arriving at the edge of a dense forest. This forest was lush and verdant, with thick trunks and leaves as large as an adult's palm, completely obscuring the view. A sense of danger emanated from within, instilling fear and deterring anyone from entering.

Wharton slowed his pace, walking into the woods as if taking a stroll. A path wound its way through the dense forest, stretching deeper into the unknown. Countless menacing eyes lurked in the shadows on either side of the path; any stranger who entered would likely meet their end within a few steps.

This was a secret research base, and the contents, if exposed, would cause a massive upheaval in the world.

Walton had clearly been here before; none of the people hidden in the woods came forward to stop him, allowing him to swagger in. At the end of the path was a large villa, surrounded by an iron fence. A gate opened in front of the villa, and several armed soldiers stood before it, their gazes cold and calculating, their hands steady and unwavering. A chilling aura emanated from them; they were clearly special forces soldiers trained in life-or-death situations.

Upon seeing someone approach, they immediately raised their guns, safety on full throes. The muzzles were aimed at the blurry figure deep within the path, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust. The weapons these soldiers carried were extremely powerful, with immense penetrating power; they could easily kill a dozen people. When he reached a point not far from the gate, the guards recognized him and quickly lowered their weapons, standing at attention and giving Walton a precise military salute.

Walton nodded, hands behind his back, and entered. Squads of soldiers patrolled the courtyard. To prevent enemy spies from infiltrating, the research here was clearly highly classified. The patrolling soldiers stopped and saluted Walton upon seeing him; Walton simply nodded without speaking. He walked straight to the villa, whose walls and windows were riddled with small openings, concealing the muzzles of heavy machine guns. The villa was disguised as an impregnable fortress; even if the enemy managed to breach the courtyard, entering the villa itself would be virtually impossible.

Upon entering, a high-ranking officer rushed to the hall to greet him, immediately offering salutes and flattery. Walton's dry face beamed with a smile, praising the officer's youth and competence. After the pleasantries, Walton finally got to the point: "How's the research going?"

This officer was the highest-ranking official in charge of the secret research here. Upon hearing Walton's inquiry, his expression turned serious, and he replied, "Reporting to the General, although the research has made some progress, there are still no examples of complete success." Walton frowned and ordered,

"You, take me to see."

"Yes, sir!" the officer nodded in response, "General, please follow me." He then walked towards a long, narrow corridor connecting to the living room.

Walton followed behind, turning right and right, like navigating a maze of countless interconnected, narrow corridors. This maze was specially designed to prevent spies from easily entering. The corridors were deliberately narrow, allowing only one person to pass at a time, so that spies or enemies would have no room to hide. Even more insidious and ruthless was that once the alarm for enemy intrusion sounded, countless openings would immediately appear in the walls on both sides of this long, narrow corridor, allowing the enemy to be eliminated in the corridor.

A few minutes later, the two arrived at a study. The officer pressed a button on a well-disguised spot on the wall, and a bookcase near the wall silently slid open, revealing an elevator. The officer walked over, placed his right hand on an LCD screen, and simultaneously looked into a circular hole.

A blue light appeared on the LCD screen, slowly tracing down the bottom of the officer's right hand, while a beam of red light shone from the circular hole, illuminating his eyes. A few seconds later, a mechanical female voice announced, "Palm print detection correct, pupil detection correct, you may enter." With a soft click, the elevator doors opened.

The officer led Walton into the elevator, pressed the down button, and the elevator jolted, rapidly descending into the ground. A few minutes later, the elevator had descended several hundred meters underground before finally stopping after a moment of disorientation. This is a secret research lab built hundreds of meters underground. Fluorescent lights illuminate it brightly, making it as bright as day. The floor is entirely paved with pristine white flooring, and guards stand watch every few steps, numerous heavily armed soldiers. Both sides are separated by large, thick, transparent glass partitions. Through the glass, one can see many electronic instruments inside, their red, yellow, green, and blue indicator lights flashing incessantly, clearly indicating they are working diligently. Furthermore, many researchers in white lab coats move about inside, intently focused on their tasks.

The officer led Wharton deeper into the research lab. After pushing open countless sturdy steel doors, they finally arrived at a spacious lab. Inside, many researchers in white lab coats were gathered around a massive, cylindrical container made of bulletproof glass. Some were taking notes while observing the container, while others were pointing, talking, and discussing the contents. Under

the light, the container was filled with a green liquid. A strong, Asian man, with numerous tubes inserted into his body, lay with his eyes closed like an infant. When 'Wu Long' saw this young man, his usually cold and mechanical emotions finally stirred violently! It was him!

"Ahhhhh!"

Everything blurred, and then Wu Long regained consciousness. The first thing he saw was the dense text of "The Shifting Stars," and the room was completely dark. The ancient treasure, the He Shi Bi, had vanished! At the same time, Wu Long felt a stench assault his body; he was covered in a black, muddy substance that emitted a foul odor.

Chapter 63 of Part One: The Fallen Heavenly Dragon World: The Wicked Woman Kang Min 1

The two descended the stairs, but Qiao Feng didn't linger; instead, he rushed forward. Seeing this, Wu Long knew he wanted to test his lightness skill, so he also used his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to chase after him. Qiao Feng, seeing Wu Long's leisurely and elegant movements, couldn't help but admire him and gradually increased his speed. However, no matter how fast he increased his speed, Wu Long always stayed three feet behind him. When they reached the outskirts, Qiao Feng wanted to continue increasing his speed, but suddenly Wu Long forcefully leaped over his head, laughing loudly, "I didn't expect you, brother, to not only have an extraordinary capacity for alcohol but also such superb martial arts! I'm itching for a fight. Forgive me, take this!" Then he struck Qiao Feng with a palm. The attack was swift as the wind and fire, as powerful as thunder.

Seeing the fierce attack, Qiao Feng laughed loudly, "Brother, your skill is excellent! Let me experience it!" He then raised his palm to meet

the attack. With a loud "Boom!", the two retreated, then flashed forward again. Wu Long moved with effortless grace, his footwork as light as a feather, while Qiao Feng's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were incredibly powerful. It was truly a match made in heaven. Qiao Feng laughed heartily and said, "Alright, I'll exchange a few blows with you. Brother, be careful!" Seeing the joy on Wu Long's face, he understood. He slightly bent his left leg, bent his right arm inward, and drew a circle with his right palm, then with a "whoosh," pushed towards Wu Long, using the first move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms: "The Dragon Regrets."

Wu Long heard the whistling wind and saw the falling leaves approaching. Knowing the danger, he immediately changed his move, aiming at the direction of the palm strike. He took a half-step with his right foot, turning his body to the right, barely avoiding the palm's force. Qiao Feng reacted quickly, immediately moving forward again. He bent his right index and middle fingers, forming a half-fist, half-palm, striking towards Wu Long's chest, while simultaneously hooking inward with his left hand—a right push and left hook. He anticipated that this move would be difficult for Wu Long to dodge. Wu Long clearly saw that this was a pincer attack, leaving him nowhere to dodge and completely under his opponent's control. He couldn't help but admire the exquisite skill of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, yet he remained calm. With a sudden spin, he gracefully escaped Qiao Feng's pincer attack, displaying remarkable composure.

Qiao Feng, seeing his orderly advance and retreat, and his elegant and unrestrained movements, was slightly surprised, thinking to himself, "This footwork is so exquisite!" He

immediately gathered his breath, changed his usual hand positions, and then used his qi to create palms. His left palm thrust forward, while his right palm swiftly shot out from under his left, striking directly at Wu Long's abdomen. Faced with Qiao Feng's incredibly fast attack, Wu Long wisely gave up the opportunity to throw a punch, instead channeling his qi throughout his body, relying on his hard qigong to withstand the opponent's terrifyingly rapid blows. With a series of crackling sounds, like popping beans, his bones popped, and his solid muscles bulged and swelled, sharp and angular, with a faint, strange metallic sheen—a wondrous external manifestation of hard qigong reaching its peak.

"Crack... Boom..." Qiao Feng's fierce and decisive palm strike swept across Wu Long's entire body like a whirlwind. The immense power poured down on him like a raging torrent, yet this most powerful palm strike in the world felt like hitting a mountain. The strong rebounds from the points of impact left Wu Long's hands and feet numb and tingling, causing him to be secretly astonished.

"What terrifying external martial arts!"

Wu Long suddenly sprang up from his spot, his body leaping nearly six meters into the air in a single bound. His body lay on his side, his legs like blades, spinning rapidly like wheels. Finally, his leg, like a thunderbolt, slashed down at the oncoming Qiao Feng. Qiao Feng, unfazed, raised one hand to the sky, unleashing a terrifying burst of energy, like a dragon's roar, causing violent ripples in the air! It was 'Flying Dragon in the Sky'! *Bang!*

The moment the leg and palm clashed, time seemed to freeze for a fraction of a second. Then, a visible shockwave slowly spread outwards, sending sand and stones flying—a truly terrifying sight. The gale whipped at their clothes, making a rustling sound. A large circle was swept across the ground, scattering fallen leaves everywhere. The leaves that flew into the air were shattered by the released energy, scattering across the sky. Simultaneously, Qiao Feng unleashed a move of "Double Dragons Taking Water," striking Wu Long's left and right chests from below—a move designed to turn defeat into victory.

After landing gracefully, Wu Long immediately lowered his stance and sat firmly on his horse, his fist retracting to his side. With his movement, the air around him seemed to become turbulent. Qiao Feng could clearly feel an astonishing, unstoppable power constantly gathering and accumulating in his right fist, ready to unleash a devastating punch in the next moment.

"Ya-ha—!" Wu Long roared, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. He twisted his waist and threw a punch without hesitation. Instantly, a gust of wind rose from the ground with his punch, sending small pieces of pebbles flying and dancing forward. Instantly, within a few meters in front of him, a vast and unstoppable force surged and roared like a raging torrent, dust flying like a transparent gray dragon roaring forward, its momentum immense and its power unparalleled.

Qiao Feng was shocked by the terrifying power of Wu Long's fist technique. He immediately withdrew his right palm, circled it horizontally, and then struck outwards with great force, gathering the power in his palm. After retracting, he bent his left arm inwards, and his left palm drew another circle before thrusting outwards with great force. The two fists, each imbued with earth-shattering power, collided.

—Boom—

Both men were knocked back more than ten steps, but both showed fanatical expressions, their competitive spirit ignited. Fueled by the alcohol, their attacks became even more ferocious, snapping the roots and breaking the leaves of the surrounding trees and flowers. They clashed again, their energy colliding in an instant. The "crackling" sounds of their fists colliding rang out like firecrackers. The two agile figures transformed into two black gusts of wind, flashing, leaping, shifting, and moving, chasing, entangled, and intersecting each other with unparalleled speed. The surging wind and energy of their fists spread wildly everywhere, accompanied by a loud shriek that was terrifying. The two exchanged blows in mid-air before crashing to the ground with a resounding thud. The earth beneath their feet cracked and split like a spiderweb, yet the powerful, fierce wind seemed to sprout wings, lifting them up and merging them into the swirling torrent of rubble. This amplified the force of the wind around them, making it incredibly lethal. Two swift figures dodged and weaved, their movements a constant back-and-forth, a series of collisions and rendezvous. The invisible force of the wind and rubble manifested itself, sending rocks flying and swirling in all directions. Occasionally, rubble that escaped the wind's reach would whistle as it struck trees a few meters away, leaving sharp, bullet-like marks.

One man's fist moved like a meteor from the heavens, each strike capable of shattering stone; the other's palm struck like a thunderbolt, each move a breathtaking, earth-shattering attack. The battle between the two masters was fierce and astonishing. Every punch and kick created turbulent air currents, shattering the earth into fragments and turning it to dust, a gruesome sight ravaged by their terrifying power.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred moves had passed. Seeing Qiao Feng growing stronger with each move, Wu Long thought to himself, "I didn't expect Qiao Feng to live up to his reputation, growing stronger with each battle. He truly is an unparalleled genius!"

However, he knew in his heart that the longer the fight went on, the more disadvantageous it would be for Qiao Feng. After another hundred or so moves, Wu Long saw that Qiao Feng's palm strikes had slowed down slightly. He let out a soft whistle and jumped out of the circle, cupping his hands to Qiao Feng and saying,

"Brother, your martial arts are superb. I humbly admit defeat."

Each of Qiao Feng's palm strikes was an incomparably powerful Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, consuming far more energy than Wu Long. Although he was naturally gifted and had boundless fighting spirit and inexhaustible energy after drinking, and had already reached the Innate Realm, he was ultimately no match for this freak from the 21st century. Seeing his opponent suddenly admit defeat after gaining the upper hand, he was taken aback for a moment, but then laughed and said, "Young Master Murong is indeed extraordinary. Qiao Feng is convinced of you today, haha." In fact, Qiao Feng's skill was slightly higher than Wu Long's, but Wu Long had the advantage of the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) and his extremely strong physique. In the long run, Qiao Feng was naturally no match for him.

Wu Long laughed, "Brother, you've mistaken me for someone else. I am Wu Long, not Young Master Murong."

Qiao Feng was taken aback and said, "What? You...you're not Young Master Murong, known as 'Southern Murong'?"

Wu Long shook his head and said, "Although the name of Murong of Suzhou is great, I don't need to pretend."

Qiao Feng also laughed and said, "Indeed, indeed. I am Qiao Feng. Seeing Brother Wu's heroic demeanor and the fact that you are in Suzhou, I thought you were Young Master Murong."

Wu Long feigned surprise and said,

"So you are Chief Qiao of the Beggar Clan. I didn't expect to meet such a heroic figure on my first visit to Suzhou. It's truly rare."

Qiao Feng pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Wu, I didn't expect you to be so straightforward. Qiao Feng and you hit it off immediately. How about we become sworn brothers?"

This was exactly what Wu Long wanted to hear, and he echoed, "Brother, that would be exactly what I'd like." The two exchanged ages. Qiao Feng was thirty years old this year, eleven years older than Wu Long, so he was naturally the elder brother.

The two men gathered some soil as incense, bowed eight times to the heavens, and after rising, one addressed the other as "Elder Brother," and the other as "Brother." They smiled at each other. Wu Long then told him the purpose of their trip.

Qiao Feng said, "Brother, since you stayed at the home of a relative of the Murong family for a while, I wonder if you were able to meet Young Master Murong?"

Wu Long shook his head and said, "I didn't meet Young Master Murong, but I heard them mention him. Is Elder Brother here to help with the murder of his brother-in-law?"

Qiao Feng nodded and said, "Indeed, this man's methods are like 'using their own methods against them,' very similar to the Murong family. However, my brother is usually humble and steady, and wouldn't offend Young Master Murong. Why would Young Master Murong kill him for no reason? So this matter..." "We need to consider this further."

Wu Long was impressed upon hearing this, thinking, "I didn't expect that Brother, who seems so rough, would be so thoughtful." He then said, "I just mentioned to you that I was also asked by Miss Wang to come and explain things to the Beggars' Clan brothers. Since you have doubts, I won't say any more. Although that Young Master Murong has some skills, I don't think he can kill so many experts in a row." He said this entirely because he looked down on Murong Fu's abilities; whether or not he would help him exonerate was secondary.

Qiao Feng pondered, "Brother, you're right. There are many doubts about this matter. I need to discuss it with the brothers in the gang. Brother, I have some matters to attend to in the gang, so I must take my leave today. We brothers can meet again another time for a good drink."

Wu Long said,

"If you don't mind, brother, could you take me to see it? I'm new to the martial world and there are many things I don't understand. I hope you can guide me."

Qiao Feng was overjoyed and naturally agreed. The two chatted as they walked back to Wuxi City. This time, they didn't compete in speed but simply walked slowly side by side. After exchanging a few words with Qiao Feng, Wu Long couldn't help but ask, "Brother, you mistakenly thought I was Young Master Murong. Could it be that Young Master Murong bears some resemblance to me?"

Qiao Feng replied, "I've long admired the name of Murong Fu of Gusu, and I came to Jiangnan specifically for him. I heard that Murong Fu is twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, quite a bit older than you, but I didn't expect that besides Murong Fu, there was another young master in Jiangnan with exceptional martial arts skills and handsome appearance. Therefore, I guessed wrong."

Hearing him describe Murong Fu as "possessing exceptional martial arts skills and handsome appearance," Wu Long felt displeased and thought to himself:

"I'd like to see what that pretty boy looks like,"

Wu Long said disdainfully. "I think Rong Mufu is just using his father's name. We don't know how much he's really capable of. There's a saying in the martial arts world, 'Qiao Feng in the North, Murong in the South,' but it's just the Murong family of Jiangnan. As for him, Murong Fu, he's not even worthy of being compared to you, brother."

Qiao Feng sighed, "If what you say is true, second brother, and Murong Fu is just a name without substance, then Vice Chief Ma might not have been killed by him. Chief Ma is upright, humble, and always acts with composure. How could he have been assassinated? It's puzzling."

Wu Long said, "Brother, the martial world is full of unpredictable events. It's utterly unreasonable for Murong Fu to offend the number one gang in the world; there might be a huge conspiracy behind it."

Qiao Feng, upon hearing this, seemed thoughtful and said, "If they're targeting my Beggars' Sect, what do I, Qiao Feng, have to fear? I'll definitely investigate thoroughly."

Just then, two ragged, beggar-like men came running up the road, saying, "Chief, four thugs have broken into the Great Righteousness Branch; they're incredibly skilled. Chief Jiang ordered me to report this."

Qiao Feng nodded and asked, "What's their background?"

One of the men said, "We only know they're three women and one man, and they all seem to possess considerable martial arts skills."

Qiao Feng smiled and said, "Alright, I'll go take a look." He then asked Wu Long, "Brother, would you like to come along?"

Wu Long replied, "Of course."

With that, the two men led the way, winding their way for several miles, passing an apricot grove, when they heard a strange, eerie voice:

"My brother Murong went to Luoyang to meet your leader, but why are all the Beggars' Clan members in Wuxi? Isn't this avoiding us? It's fine if you're cowardly, but doesn't it make my brother Murong's trip a complete waste? This is outrageous!"

Wu Long was delighted to hear this: "Bao Butong?"

He wasn't happy to hear Bao Butong's voice, but rather to see Abi and the other women. He had been worried about some changes, but now he was relieved.

Qiao Feng and his companions entered the woods. They saw two groups of people standing opposite each other in the apricot grove. One side was the Beggars' Clan, and the other side was, of course, Bao Butong with Wang Yuyan, Azhu, and Abi. Upon seeing Qiao Feng's arrival, the Beggars' Sect members bowed respectfully and loudly proclaimed, "Your subordinates greet the Sect Leader!"

Qiao Feng clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Greetings, brothers!"

Bao Butong, with an arrogant expression, said, "Hmm, so you're Qiao Feng of the Beggars' Sect?" The Beggars' Sect was the largest sect in the world, and the Sect Leader's status was extremely prestigious. Bao Butong's rudeness greatly angered the Beggars' Sect members, who all placed their hands on their sword hilts, eager to fight.

Qiao Feng, however, remained unperturbed and smiled slightly, saying,

"If I had known beforehand that Young Master Murong would be visiting our sect in Luoyang, I would certainly have awaited your arrival. I apologize for not greeting you properly."

Wu Long secretly praised, "Brother's words are quite appropriate; he truly has the demeanor of a sect leader. To argue with Mr. Bao would be beneath my dignity."

But Bao Butong, naturally inclined to contradict, actually nodded and said, "I do apologize for not greeting you properly..." He was about to continue when he saw Wu Long's smile widen, and he swallowed the rest of his words.

"I've long heard of Bao Butong's foul mouth in Jiangnan, and it's certainly true." At this moment, four old men emerged from behind the forest, laughing loudly. They walked over and stood at four corners, surrounding Bao Butong and his companions.

Bao Butong, however, had a stubborn temper. Seeing that his opponents outnumbered him, his fighting spirit was only aroused. He showed no fear on his face, even forgetting about Wu Long beside him, and said, "Alright, want to fight with Mr. Bao the Third? Very well, very well. Mr. Bao the Third loves fighting the most."

Suddenly, a voice came from mid-air: "The one who loves fighting the most in the world is not Mr. Bao the Third, not at all, not at all, that is Feng Bo'e from Jiangnan." Everyone looked up and saw a person standing on an apricot tree. He was thin, about thirty years old, and ugly.

Abi called out, "Fourth Brother Feng, is there any news about the young master?"

Feng Bo'e shouted, "Of course, we should fight first. We can talk about the young master later." He flipped down from mid-air, a single sword in his hand, and pounced on one of the four old men to the north.

Wu Long shook his head. Bao San and Feng Si were both scoundrels, constantly arguing and causing trouble; they were annoying to watch. He immediately stretched out his right hand and launched a pebble.

Bao Butong, having already seen Wu Long pointing at Feng Bo'e, cried out in fright, "Third brother, watch out for hidden weapons!" Before Feng Bo'e could react, he felt a powerful force on his hand, half his body went limp, and he involuntarily released his knife, falling backward. The single-edged sword had pierced through a thick apricot tree with a "thud."

Everyone was shocked. Qiao Feng turned around, looked at Wu Long, and said happily, "Second Brother, you really have good finger strength and internal energy."

Wu Long smiled and said, "I'm just showing off in front of my elder brother."

Abi, Azhu, and Wang Yuyan only saw Wu Long at this time. Abi was a little excited and wanted to shout something, but Wu Long shook his head. She immediately understood and didn't say anything, just looked at her with her beautiful eyes. Azhu also felt her heart pounding when she saw Wu Long, thinking,

"I haven't seen him for a few days, and he seems to have become even more handsome. Oh dear, what am I thinking?"

Feng Bo'e retreated back to Bao Butong and the other three. Although he was shocked, he was still unconvinced and said, "Stabbing someone in the back, what kind of skill is that? If you have the guts, come out and fight me, Fourth Master Feng, for a hundred rounds!"

Qiao Feng laughed when he heard this and said, "Not bad, then let's exchange a few moves." After saying that, he grabbed at the air, and a stream of air stirred up the single sword stuck in the tree. The sword actually jumped out with a "snap" and flew towards Qiao Feng. Qiao Feng didn't reach out to take it. Instead, he flicked the blade in the air, sending it flying towards Feng Bo'e. The hilt was reversed, and the blade

was presented to Feng Bo'e's chest. Wang Yuyan exclaimed in surprise, "This...this is the 'Dragon-Capturing Skill'!"

Feng Bo'e was stunned and stammered, "There are actually people in the world who know such a miraculous skill..."

Qiao Feng smiled slightly and said, "I've only just begun to understand it, and I'm quite a laughingstock. Brother Feng, please."

Wang Yuyan silently pondered, "This Chief Qiao is so skilled. Although my cousin is as famous as him, how can my cousin's martial arts compare to Chief Qiao's...even Wu Long seems to be better than my cousin." In truth, with her discerning eye, she knew that Wu Long was stronger than Murong Fu; the word "seems" was merely her own bias.

The first part of the Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 64, The Wicked Woman Kang Min 2,

Stormy Scene: He shook his head and said, "I can't beat you. The difference in strength is too great. It's not interesting to fight. Goodbye, Chief Qiao."

He admitted defeat without the slightest sign of dejection. As the saying goes, "Victory is gratifying, and defeat is also joyful." He only wanted to fight, and if the fight was intense and exciting, he would be satisfied. Whether he won or lost, he didn't care at all. He could be said to have deeply grasped the essence of "fighting." He raised his hand to say goodbye to Qiao Feng and said to Bao Butong,

"Third Brother, I heard that Young Master went to Shaolin Temple. There are many people there, and there must be a fight. I'll go and stir things up. You guys can come back later."

He was afraid of missing a fight, so he rushed off without waiting for Bao Butong's reply.

Bao Butong said, "Let's go, let's go! My skills are inferior, I'm ashamed! Even if I practice for another ten years, I'll still lose everything! Better to give up and eat my fill!" He chanted loudly and strode away, losing with a flourish. Wang Yuyan said to A'Zhu and A'Bi,

"Third brother, fourth brother are gone, where can we find him...?"

A'Zhu lowered her head and said, "The Beggars' Sect has serious matters to discuss here, let's go back to Wuxi City." Turning to Qiao Feng, she said,

"Chief Qiao, can the three of us leave?"

Qiao Feng nodded, but Wu Long said,

"Wait. Stay here first, wait until my eldest brother finishes his business, then we'll leave together."

A'Zhu then approached Wu Long curiously and asked,

"Young Master, what are you doing here! Why are you with Chief Qiao? Why do you want us to stay?"

Wu Long wanted to tease her, so he said to A'Zhu,

"Well, there's a reason for that."

"What reason?" A'Zhu asked curiously.

"You want to know? Okay, give me a kiss and I'll tell you!" Wu Long said with a smile, pointing to his face.

"Ah! Why are you like this?" A'Zhu said shyly. These past few days, she hadn't had a moment of peace; a sense of panic would grip her. The image of Wu Long's mischievous smile would constantly float into her mind, lingering there. At times like this, she felt fear, but now she thought of Wu Long even more often. She was afraid this situation would worsen. Now, seeing Wu Long make this request, although she wanted to refuse, a strange sense of anticipation stirred within her.

"If you don't kiss me, I won't tell!" Wu Long laughed.

A'Zhu felt a little anxious. Seeing that Wu Long wouldn't tell her, she thought, "Do I really have to kiss him? What should I do? Oh well! I'll just consider it helping the young master! Just one kiss, this guy is so naughty!" A'Zhu comforted herself. Then, she looked around, making sure no one was watching, and quickly kissed Wu Long on the cheek, then blushed and jumped away, her heart pounding.

Wu Long hadn't expected A Zhu to actually kiss him. He'd only meant to tease her, but feeling her kiss, he thought, "This girl's shyness is truly extraordinary! But! I like it!

" "A Zhu, I'm going to cherish your kiss. It's a kiss I finally got! I've decided I won't wash my face for the next few days!" Seeing A Zhu standing there after the kiss, head down, hands fidgeting, her face flushed, Wu Long found her incredibly cute! He walked over to her and whispered in her ear,

"You're so bad! I'm never talking to you again!" A Zhu, seeing Wu Long teasing her again, threatened him playfully.

"You're ignoring me? Don't you want to know why?" Wu Long loved seeing her shy demeanor, so he feigned regret.

"Ah! Right, hurry up and tell me! I've done everything for you. For you, you, you haven't fulfilled your promise yet!" A'Zhu only remembered why she kissed Wu Long after he mentioned it, but she couldn't bring herself to say it, stammering,

"What did you do to me? Tell me! How am I supposed to know what you want me to do if you don't tell me?" Wu Long feigned ignorance.

"Didn't you say that if I kissed you, you'd tell me why you were here? How could you forget! You, you, you tricked me!?" A'Zhu was no match for Wu Long. Seeing his reaction, she panicked and forgot her embarrassment, blurting out, "..." But seeing Wu Long's mischievous smile, she was helpless and could only lower her head even further.

"Actually, Chief Qiao and I just became sworn brothers. Well, I came here specifically to explain the Murong family's affairs to you. Of course, I also came specifically to see you all; I've missed you terribly these past few days."

A'Zhu was immediately overwhelmed and could only seek refuge with A'Bi. A'Bi had been watching Wu Long closely, and although she wasn't angry at his flirting with A'Zhu, she just gave Wu Long a resentful look before giggling at A'Bi. Suddenly,

Wu Long heard a large group of people walking quickly from the east, followed by more people from the north, in even greater numbers. Wu Long whispered to Qiao Feng, "Brother, someone's coming!"

Qiao Feng had already heard this and nodded, thinking,

"It's probably the Murong young master's hidden forces. It turns out that these two surnamed Bao and Feng came to hold us back first, and then the whole force attacked at once."

Just as he was about to secretly give orders to the gang members to retreat to the west and south respectively, while he, the Fourth Elder, and Chief Jiang covered the rear, he suddenly heard a flurry of footsteps from the west and south at the same time. Enemies were approaching from all directions.

Qiao Feng whispered,

"Chief Jiang, the enemy in the south is the weakest. Upon seeing my signal, immediately lead the brothers

to retreat ." Chief Jiang replied, "Yes!"

Just then, fifty or sixty men rushed out from behind the apricot tree in Wulong. They were all ragged, disheveled, some carrying weapons, others broken bowls or bamboo staffs—all members of the Beggars' Clan. Following them, eighty or ninety Beggars' Clan disciples emerged from the north, their expressions grave. They didn't bow to Qiao Feng, but instead displayed a subtle hostility.

Qiao Feng was the most surprised. These were all members of his clan, who usually treated him with great respect. They would have rushed over to greet him from afar. Why had they suddenly appeared today, not even calling him "Chief"? He was filled with doubt when he saw dozens of members from the west and south sides arrive, quickly filling the clearing in the apricot grove. However, apart from the four elders and Chief Jiang who had arrived earlier, none of the other leaders of the Beggars' Clan were present. Qiao Feng grew increasingly alarmed, cold sweat forming on his palms. Even when facing the strongest and most vicious enemies, he had never been so horrified. He could only think:

"Could it be that the Beggars' Clan has suddenly fallen into internal strife? Have the Transmission and Enforcement Elders and the Branch Chief been murdered?"

Suddenly, a refined-looking beggar stepped out from the Beggars' Clan at the east end, his face stern, and said:

"Reporting to the Clan Leader, the great revenge for the tragic death of Deputy Clan Leader Ma has not yet been avenged. How can the Clan Leader let the enemy go so easily?" These words seemed quite polite, but his expression was aggressive, showing no respect for a subordinate.

Upon seeing this man, Wu Long immediately recognized him as Quan Guanqing, thinking,

"He certainly looks like that eccentric scholar."

He then said, "Whether or not to release him is up to my elder brother. Do you intend for the most powerful gang in the world to commit such a shameful act as kidnapping someone's woman?"

Quan Guanqing was taken aback, his prepared words rendered speechless by Wu Long's interruption. He retorted, "Who are you? Our Beggars' Sect's affairs are none of our concern."

Wu Long already knew of the other party's entire scheme; stopping it wouldn't be difficult. However, Wu Long felt that if he stopped this conspiracy, Qiao Feng's true identity might remain hidden for life, which would be even more tragic for Qiao Feng. Moreover, with Xiao Yuanshan lurking in the shadows, the unpredictable nature of the situation was truly difficult to fathom.

Qiao Feng said,

"We came to Jiangnan to avenge Brother Ma. But after investigating these past few days, I feel that the murderer of Brother Ma may not be Young Master Murong."

Quan Guanqing, nicknamed "Ten Directions Scholar," was a resourceful and highly skilled martial artist. He was the Eight-Bag Branch Master, second only to the Sixteen Elders in rank within the Beggars' Sect, and in charge of the "Great Wisdom Branch." He asked,

"What makes you think this, Chief?"

Wang Yuyan, A'Zhu, and A'Bi were about to leave when they heard someone in the Beggars' Sect mention Murong Fu. The three of them were very concerned about Murong Fu, so they stepped aside to listen quietly.

Qiao Feng said,

"I'm just guessing, and I have no evidence to back it up."

Quan Guanqing said,

"We all want to know how you guess, Chief."

Qiao Feng said, "When I was in Luoyang, I heard that Brother Ma died from the 'Throat-Locking Grappling Hand' technique. I immediately thought of the saying of the Murong family of Gusu, 'An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.' I thought that Brother Ma's 'Throat-Locking

Grappling Hand' was unparalleled in the world. Apart from the Murong family, no one else could have injured him with his own unique skills."

Quan Guanqing said, "That's right."

Qiao Feng said,

"But in recent days, I've increasingly felt that our previous thoughts might not be

entirely true . There might be other twists and turns."

Quan Guanqing said,

"All the brothers are willing to hear the details. Please enlighten us, Chief."

Seeing that his tone was unfriendly and noticing that the demeanor of the other members of the gang was unusually different, Qiao Feng knew that something major had happened in the gang. He asked,

"Where are Elders Transmission of Skill and Elder Enforcement?" Quan Guanqing said, "I didn't see the two elders today." Qiao Feng then asked, "Where are the leaders of the four branches: Da Ren, Da Xin, Da Yong, and Da Li?"

Quan Guanqing turned to a seven-bag disciple in the northwest corner and asked,

"Zhang Quanxiang, why didn't your branch leader come?" The long-bag disciple replied, "Um... um... I don't know."

Qiao Feng knew that Quan Guanqing, the leader of the Great Wisdom Branch, was cunning and capable, and had once been one of his most trusted

subordinates. However, now that Quan Guanqing was plotting against him, he had become a formidable enemy. Seeing the seven-bag disciple Zhang Quanxiang's ashamed expression, his hesitant speech, and his avoidance of eye contact, Qiao Feng shouted, "Zhang Quanxiang, did you kill our Branch Leader Fang?"

Zhang Quanxiang was shocked and hurriedly said,

"No, no! Branch Leader Fang is right there, not dead, not dead! This... this has nothing to do with me

, I didn't do it."

Qiao Feng said sternly,

"Then who did it?" His voice wasn't loud, but it was full of authority. Zhang Quanxiang trembled involuntarily, his eyes turning towards Quan Guanqing. Qiao Feng knew the chaos was inevitable. If the elders in charge of transmitting skills and enforcing the law were still alive, they were certainly in grave danger. The opportunity was fleeting. He sighed deeply and turned to the four elders, asking,

"Four elders, what has happened?"

The four elders exchanged glances, each hoping someone else would speak first. Seeing this, Qiao Feng knew the four elders were also involved. He smiled slightly and said,

"From myself down, everyone in our sect values loyalty..." As he spoke, he suddenly took two steps back, each step covering several feet. Even a leap forward wouldn't be as swift or as expansive as that.

With these two steps, he was no more than three feet away from Quan Guanqing. Without turning around, he reached out with his left hand and grabbed Quan Guanqing's chest, striking his "Zhongting" and "Jiuwei" acupoints.

Quan Guanqing's martial arts were no less formidable than the four elders', yet he was unable to retaliate even with a single move and was immediately subdued. Qiao Feng channeled his inner energy, channeling it into two acupoints on Quan Guanqing's knee, following the meridians to the "Zhongwei" and "Yangtai" acupoints. Quan Guanqing's knees went weak, and he involuntarily collapsed to the ground. The Beggars' Sect members were all terrified, unsure what to do.

Qiao Feng, observing their expressions, realized that Quan Guanqing was the mastermind behind the rebellion. If he wasn't subdued, the chaos would be immense; even if the traitor was quelled, infighting would be inevitable. With such a powerful enemy before them, how could the Beggars' Sect afford to weaken itself? Seeing that the surrounding members, except for those from the Righteousness Branch, seemed to have been incited by Quan Guanqing, and that fighting would be difficult to control, he deliberately turned to question the Fourth Elder. Taking advantage of Quan Guanqing's unguarded moment, he retreated and struck his meridians. These few moves were swift and seamless, seemingly effortless, but in reality, they were the culmination of his life's training. If he had countered with a hook, even by a fraction of an inch, he might have subdued Quan Guanqing, but he wouldn't have been able to use internal force to stimulate the acupoints in Quan's knee joint. His accomplices might have intervened, and a fight would still have been inevitable. By forcing him to kneel, everyone assumed Quan Guanqing had surrendered, and no one dared to make any further moves.

Qiao Feng turned around, lightly patted Quan's shoulder twice with his left hand, and said, "Since you know you've made a mistake, there's no need to kneel. But the crime of causing trouble and defying authority cannot be avoided. We can discuss the matter later." With a slight flick of his right elbow, he struck Quan's acupoint that had previously silenced him.

Qiao Feng knew that Quan Guanqing was eloquent and argumentative; if given the opportunity to speak, he could incite the gang and cause endless trouble. At this moment, with danger lurking everywhere, he had to deal with him decisively. He subdued Quan Guanqing, made him kneel with his head bowed, and loudly addressed Zhang Quanxiang: "You will lead the way, guiding Chief Jiang of the Dayi Branch to invite Elder Chuan Gong, Elder Fa Zhi, and the others to come here. Obey my orders properly, and your punishment will be lessened. The rest of you, sit down where you are and do not stand up without permission."

Zhang Quanxiang was both surprised and delighted, repeatedly replying, "Yes, yes!"

Chief Jiang of the Dayi Branch, who had not participated in the rebellion plot, was already extremely angry at Quan Guanqing and the others for daring to defy his superiors. His face was flushed red, and he was panting heavily. Only after Qiao Feng ordered him to go with Zhang Quanxiang to rescue the people did he calm down slightly and address the twenty-odd members of his branch:

"Our gang has unfortunately encountered turmoil. This is the time for everyone to repay the gang leader's kindness with all their might. Everyone must do their utmost to protect the leader and obey his orders without fail."

He feared that the four elders would immediately launch a joint attack. Although the number of the Righteous Branch members and the traitors was far outnumbered, the gang leader would not be left without support.

Qiao Feng said, "No! Brother Jiang, take all the brothers from our branch with you. Saving lives is a matter of utmost importance, and there must be no mistakes." Branch Leader Jiang dared not disobey and replied, "Yes!" He added, "Gang leader, please be careful. I will return as soon as possible." Qiao Feng smiled slightly and said, "These are all our good brothers who have shared life and death for many years. It's just that a few disagreements have arisen. It's nothing serious. Go with peace of mind." He added, "Send someone to inform the 'First-Class Hall' of Xixia that the Huishan Agreement will be postponed for seven days."

Branch Leader Jiang bowed in agreement, led his gang members, and left on his own. Qiao Feng spoke casually, but inwardly he was genuinely worried. With the departure of the twenty-odd members of the Righteousness Branch, the remaining two hundred or so people in the Apricot Grove, besides Wu Long, Wang Yuyan, A Zhu, and A Bi—four outsiders—were all accomplices in the conspiracy. If even one of them gave the order, the ensuing chaos would be extremely difficult to manage. He glanced around at the assembled heroes; everyone looked extremely awkward. Some were trying to remain calm, some were bewildered and lost, and some were eager to try, showing signs of taking a desperate gamble. The two hundred or so people around him remained silent, but if anyone uttered a word, chaos would immediately erupt.

At this moment, darkness gradually fell, twilight enveloped the area, and a thin mist drifted around the edge of the Apricot Grove. Just as Qiao Feng breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly heard horses galloping towards the northwest corner of the grove, accompanied by two whistles. Immediately, someone from the Beggars' Sect responded with a whistle. The sound of hooves also came rapidly from the northeast corner.

The horse in the northwest galloped forward, reaching the edge of the forest in a short while. A man spurred his horse into the woods and dismounted. The man wore a wide-sleeved robe, his attire quite ornate. He swiftly removed his outer garment, revealing the tattered clothes of a beggar from the Beggars' Sect underneath. He rushed to Qiao Feng, presenting a package with both hands, shouting, "Urgent military intelligence..." before collapsing. The horse also foamed at the mouth, neighed twice, and fell down.

Qiao Feng had just taken the package, opened it, taken out the wax pills inside, crushed them, and pulled out a slip of paper when the man on horseback in the northeast dismounted and rushed over, shouting, "Qiao Feng, this is a matter of great military importance! You cannot see this!"

Qiao Feng tightened his left hand, crumpling the paper into a ball, and shouted loudly, "Elder Xu! What brings you here?"

The Beggars' Sect members were startled and moved. Elder Xu held an extremely high position in the Beggars' Sect, being eighty-seven years old this year. Even the former leader, Wang, addressed him respectfully as "Uncle-Master," and everyone in the Beggars' Sect was his junior. He had long since retired from public life and no longer concerned himself with worldly affairs. Qiao Feng and the other elders, including those in charge of skill transmission and law enforcement, would pay their respects to him annually, only casually chatting about sect matters. Unexpectedly, he suddenly arrived at this moment. Moreover, he stopped Qiao Feng from reading the Western Xia military intelligence, which naturally surprised everyone.

Elder Xu appeared before Qiao Feng in the blink of an eye. Qiao Feng respectfully presented him with the crumpled paper in his hand, bowed, and said, "Greetings, Elder Xu!" Elder Xu swiftly snatched the crumpled paper from Qiao Feng's hand, secretly clenching it tightly, and said, "Excuse me!"

Qiao Feng was the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and although his seniority was lower than Elder Xu's, he was ultimately the one who issued orders in matters of great importance to the sect. Not to mention that Elder Xu was merely a retired senior, even if the previous leaders of the sect were to be resurrected, they would still be subordinate to him. Unexpectedly, Elder Xu forbade him to view the urgent military report from Xixia, yet he did not resist at all, leaving everyone astonished. Only Wu Long smiled bitterly.

Chapter 65 of Part One: Fallen Dragon World: The Wicked Woman Kang Min 3

Elder Xu said,

"Excuse me!" He took the crumpled paper from Qiao Feng's hand, held it in his left hand, and then

swept his gaze across the beggars, saying loudly, "The widow of Brother Ma Dayuan, Madam Ma, is about to arrive. She has something to say to you all. Please wait for her for a moment, shall we?"

The beggars all looked at Qiao Feng, wondering what he had to say. Qiao Feng was full of doubts and said,

"If this matter is of great importance, then please wait."

Elder Xu said, "This matter is indeed of great importance."

After saying these six words, he said nothing more, gave Qiao Feng a final bow to the leader, and then sat down to the side.

Quan Guanqing saw that the four elders Song, Xi, Chen, and Wu, who had conspired with him, were all bound, and this battle was doomed to be lost. Seeing Elder Xu arrive, he made a last-ditch effort and shouted loudly:

"I believe that Vice Chief Ma was murdered at Qiao Feng's behest."

Qiao Feng was shocked and exclaimed,

"What?"

Quan Guanqing said,

"You've always hated Vice Chief Ma, wishing you could get rid of him as soon as possible, always feeling that if you don't remove this thorn in your side, your

position as chief won't be secure."

Qiao Feng slowly shook his head and said,

"No. Although my relationship with Vice Chief Ma wasn't very deep, and our conversations weren't very congenial, I've never had any intention of harming him. Heaven and earth bear witness to this. If Qiao Feng intended to harm Ma Dayuan, may I be disgraced, suffer a thousand cuts, and become a laughingstock among all the heroes of the world." These words were spoken with utmost sincerity, and no one could doubt his bold and unyielding heroic spirit.

Quan Guanqing retorted,

"Then why do you repeatedly collude with

the enemy ?"

Pointing to Wang Yuyan and the other two girls, he said,

"These three are Murong Fu's family members and relatives; you are protecting them."

Pointing to Wu Long, he said, "This man is Murong Fu's friend, yet you have become sworn brothers with him..."

Wu Long coldly replied,

"I am not Murong Fu's friend. I have never seen Young Master Murong's face. These three girls may be considered Murong Fu's family and relatives, but they are not necessarily his relatives."

Wang Yuyan was merely Murong Fu's "relative," not his "relative"; the distinction must be made.

Quan Guanqing said:

"No, no!" Bao Butong is the master of Jinfeng Manor under Murong Fu, and "A Gust of Wind and Waves" is the master of Xuanshuang Manor under

Murong Fu . If it weren't for your help, Qiao Feng, they would have been torn to pieces long ago, or at least died from poisoning. Everyone witnessed this, so what are you trying to deny?"

Qiao Feng slowly said, "Our Beggars' Clan has been established for hundreds of years and is respected in the martial arts world, not because of our large numbers or superior martial arts, but because of our chivalrous deeds and upholding of justice. Master Quan, you have accused me of protecting these three young ladies, but..." "No, I did protect them, but it's because I cherish the reputation of our sect built up over hundreds of years. I can't bear to let the heroes of the world say, 'The elders of the Beggars' Sect ganged up to bully three young and weak women.' Elders Song, Xi, Chen, and Wu—aren't they all renowned figures in the martial arts world? You may not cherish the reputation of the Beggars' Sect and the four elders, but all the brothers in the sect do."

Hearing these words, and glancing at the three delicate girls, Wang Yuyan and

the other two, everyone agreed that it made perfect sense. If they were to make things difficult for these three girls, and word got out, it would severely damage the reputation of the Beggars' Sect. Just then, the sound of hooves rang out again, and two riders galloped towards Xinglin. The Beggars

' Sect had left markings along the roadside for their gathering, and there were also people nearby to warn of any potential enemies. Everyone assumed one of them must be Ma Dayuan's widow, but to their surprise, the riders were an old man and an old woman; the man was short, while the woman was quite tall, a striking contrast.

Qiao Feng stood up to greet them, saying, "The virtuous couple, Master Tan and Granny Tan from Chongxiao Cave in Taihang Mountain, have arrived! I apologize for not welcoming you sooner." Elder Xu and the six elders, including the Transmission of Skills and the Enforcement of Law, stepped forward to bow.

Just then, the clatter of hooves sounded, and a donkey burst into the woods. A person was riding it backwards, facing away from the donkey's head and towards its tail. Granny Tan

immediately beamed, calling out, "Senior Brother, what strange trick are you playing now? I'll spank you!"

When everyone looked at the person on the donkey's back, they saw him curled up in a ball, seemingly a seven or eight-year-old child. Granny Tan reached out and

slapped his bottom. The person tumbled to the ground, suddenly stretching out his hands and feet, becoming tall and large. Everyone was slightly startled. Master Tan, however, looked displeased, snorted, and glanced sideways at him, saying, "Who do we have here? It's you."

He then turned to look at Granny Tan.

The man riding the donkey backwards was said to be very old, yet he didn't seem old at all; he wasn't young either, somewhere between thirty and sixty years old. His appearance was neither ugly nor handsome. He gazed intently at Granny Tan, his expression full of concern, and softly asked,

"Xiao Juan, how have you been lately?"

Granny Tan was tall and robust, with silver hair and a face full of wrinkles, yet her name was "Xiao Juan," a name that sounded delicate and incongruous with her appearance. Everyone found it amusing. But every old woman was once young; if she was called "Xiao Juan" as a young girl, she couldn't very well change her name to "Lao Juan" (Old Juan) when she was old, could she? This time, however, she wasn't running at a rapid pace. Everyone wondered: who had arrived?

The several horses entered the apricot grove, and in front of them were five young men, all with thick eyebrows and large eyes, their appearances remarkably similar. The oldest was in his thirties, and the youngest in his twenties; they were clearly five brothers from the same mother. Following a horse galloping into the forest, the Five Heroes of Mount Tai rushed forward to pull the horse's head back. An elderly man in a silk robe dismounted and bowed to Qiao Feng, saying, "Chief Qiao, Shan Zheng has come uninvited; I apologize for disturbing you."

Qiao Feng immediately returned the bow, saying, "If I had known Senior Shan would grace us with his presence, I would have welcomed him from afar." Just as

the donkey rider was about to speak, Wu Long flicked out a finger strike, landing on the rider's acupoint for speech. Unfortunately, although Wu Long's internal strength was strong, his acupoint striking technique was not yet perfect, and it was ineffective. However, the donkey rider was startled and cursed, "Who the hell attacked me? Step forward!"

Wu Long remained a bystander. Qiao Feng and Shan Zheng frowned secretly, thinking: This man is so rude!

Shan Zheng ignored his angry shouts and said loudly, "Please invite Madam Ma out for a chat."

A small sedan chair emerged from behind the trees, carried by two strong men. They moved swiftly and placed it in the forest, lifting the curtain. A woman dressed entirely in white silk slowly stepped out of the sedan chair. The woman lowered her head and bowed gracefully to Qiao Feng, saying,

"My widow, Madam Wen of the Ma Clan, greets the Chief."

Qiao Feng returned the bow, saying, "Greetings, sister-in-law!"

Madam Ma said, "My late husband has unfortunately passed away. I am deeply grateful to the Chief and all the uncles and elders for taking care of the funeral arrangements."

Her voice was very clear and crisp, indicating she was quite young, but she kept her eyes fixed on the ground, so her face could not be seen.

Qiao Feng guessed that Madam Ma must have discovered a crucial clue about her husband's death, which was why she had come in person. However, the fact that she hadn't reported the Chief to the Chief before seeking the help of Elder Xu and the Iron-Faced Judge to make decisions about matters within the Clan was highly suspicious. He turned to look at Elder Bai Shijing, the Enforcement Elder. Bai Shijing was also looking at him. Both of their gazes were filled with an unusual expression.

Qiao Feng first received the guests before discussing matters of the gang, and said to Shan Zheng,

"Senior Shan, are you acquainted with the Tan couple from Chongxiao Cave in Taihang Mountain?" Shan Zheng clasped his hands and said,

"I have long admired the Tan couple's reputation. It's an honor to meet you."

Qiao Feng said, "Old Master Tan, please introduce me to this senior, so as not to be impolite."

Before Old Master Tan could answer, the man on the donkey interrupted, "My surname is Shuang, my given name is Wai, and my nickname is 'Iron-Butt Judge'."

Even the usually composed Iron-Faced Judge Shan Zheng couldn't help but feel a surge of anger at this point, thinking, "My surname is Shan, and yours is Shuang; I have a name, and you have Wai. Isn't this directed at me?" Just as he was about to lash out, Granny Tan said, "Old Master Shan, don't listen to Zhao Qiansun's casual remarks..." "Nonsense, this man is a madman, don't take him seriously."

Elder Xu coughed and said, "Brother Shan and his son from Mount Tai, the Tan couple from Mount Taihang, and this gentleman, your presence today is an honor to our entire gang. Madam Ma, please begin your story."

Madam Ma, who had been standing to the side with her hands at her sides and her back to the crowd, turned around slowly upon hearing Elder Xu's words and said in a low voice, "My late husband has unfortunately passed away, and I can only lament my bitter fate. What's even more sorrowful is that my late husband did not leave behind any son or daughter to continue the Ma family line..."

Though she spoke softly, her voice was clear and melodious, each word reaching everyone's ears. As she spoke, her voice trembled slightly, a soft sob escaping her lips. Countless heroes in the medical field felt a pang of sorrow. The same weeping evoked different reactions: Zhao Qiansun's was laughable, A'Zhu's was astonishing, but Madam Ma's was heartbreaking.

Wu Long stared intently, seeing her delicate, charming, and petite figure, and a thought stirred within him. Seeing her panicked state, her eyes filled with helplessness, he suddenly felt an irresistible urge to protect her. Wu Long, thinking of her venomous heart, couldn't help but shudder, thinking: "Kang Min is a real actress, no less so than me." However, another wicked thought began to stir within him: "If I could have her beneath me, what an intoxicating pleasure that would be!" Thinking of this, Wu Long felt a surge of desire rising in his lower body. He took several deep breaths to calm himself down, but the wicked feeling in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

She continued, "After burying my late husband, I was examining his belongings. In the place where he kept his boxing manuals, I found a letter sealed with sealing wax. The envelope read:

'If I die of old age, this letter shall be burned immediately. Anyone who opens it will be desecrating my remains and causing me unrest in the afterlife. If I die an unnatural death, this letter shall be immediately handed over to the elders of this gang for them to read together. This matter is of great importance and must not be mistaken.'"

Madam Ma said this, and the apricot grove fell silent. You could hear a pin drop. She paused and continued,

"I saw that my late husband wrote it solemnly and knew that it was of great importance. I immediately wanted to see the gang leader and present this will. Fortunately, the gang leader and the elders came to Jiangnan to avenge my late husband. It was thanks to this that I was unable to see the letter."

Hearing the unusual tone in her voice, and hearing both "fortunately" and "thankfully," everyone couldn't help but glance at Qiao Feng. From

the events of the evening, Qiao Feng had already sensed a major conspiracy against him. Although Quan Guanqing and the Fourth Elder's rebellion had been quelled, the matter was clearly not over. Hearing Madam Ma speak of this, he felt relieved and calm, thinking, "Whatever schemes you have, go ahead and use them. I, Qiao, have never done anything wrong in my life. What harm or false accusation could I possibly have?" Madam Ma continued

, "I know this letter involves important matters within the gang. Since the gang leader and the elders are not in Luoyang, I fear I might miss an opportunity. I will immediately go to Zhengzhou to see Elder Xu, present the letter, and ask him to make a decision. Elder Xu will inform everyone of the subsequent events."

Elder Xu coughed a few times and said, "This matter is complicated by grudges and grievances; my wife is truly in a difficult position." "These two sentences were hoarse and carried a sense of desolation. He slowly untied a burlap bundle from his back, opened it, took out an oilcloth document bag, and then pulled out a letter from it, saying:

"This is Ma Dayuan's last letter. Dayuan's great-grandfather, grandfather, and father were all members of the Beggars' Sect for generations, either elders or eight-bag disciples. I watched Dayuan grow up from childhood, and I recognize his handwriting very clearly. The words on this envelope are indeed written by Dayuan. When Madam Ma handed the letter to me, the sealing wax was still intact, and no one had touched it. I was also worried about delaying important matters, so I opened it and read it without waiting to meet with the elders. When I opened the letter, Brother Shan, the Iron-Faced Judge of Taihang Mountain, was also present, which can serve as proof."

Shan Zheng said: "That's right, at that time I was a guest at Old Master Xu's residence in Zhengzhou and personally saw him open and read this letter." Elder Xu opened the envelope, pulled out a piece of paper, and said, “

When I saw this letter, I was slightly surprised to see that the handwriting was strong and vigorous, not written by Da Yuan. I was even more puzzled to see the address: ‘Brother Jianran.’ As everyone knows, ‘Jianran’ was the nickname of our former gang leader, Wang. Only someone close to him would address him that way. And since Gang Leader Wang has been dead for so long, why would anyone write to him? Before looking at the words on the paper, I looked at the signature at the end of the letter, and I was even more astonished. I couldn’t help but exclaim, ‘So it’s him!’ Brother Shan, curious, peeked over and also exclaimed in surprise, ‘Oh! So it’s him!’”

Shan Zheng nodded, indicating that he had indeed said that.

Zhao Qiansun interjected, “Brother Shan, that’s where you went wrong.” "This is a confidential letter from the Beggars' Sect. You're not even a first or second-class disciple; you're not even a lowly beggar. How could you possibly spy on other people's secrets?"

Despite his seemingly mad demeanor, his words were surprisingly reasonable. Shan Zheng's face darkened slightly as he said, "I only glanced at the signature at the end of the letter; I didn't read the text."

Zhao Qiansun said, "Stealing a thousand taels of gold makes you a thief, but stealing a single coin is still stealing. It's just a matter of how much money is involved and how big or small the theft is. A big thief is a thief, and a petty thief is also a thief. Peeping at other people's letters makes you no gentleman; if you're no gentleman, you're a villain. And if you're a villain, you're a despicable scoundrel, deserving of death!" Dan

Zheng waved to his five sons, signaling them not to act rashly and to let him spout nonsense. He was still annoyed, but also quite surprised: "This person always finds fault with me the moment we meet. Could it be some old grudge? There aren't many in the martial world who don't take the Dan family of Mount Tai seriously. Who is this person? I can't remember him at all!"

Everyone hoped Elder Xu would reveal the name of the person who signed the letter, wanting to know who this person was and why they and Dan Zheng were so surprised. However, Zhao Qiansun kept pestering them, causing a ruckus, and many glared at him angrily. Suddenly, Granny Tan said, "What are you looking at? My senior brother's words are absolutely correct."

Hearing Granny Tan's support, Zhao Qiansun was overjoyed and said,

"Look, even Xiao Juan says so, so how could she be wrong? Xiao Juan's words and actions are never wrong."

Suddenly, a voice identical to his said, "Yes, Xiao Juan's words and actions are never wrong. She married Master Tan, not you, and she didn't make a mistake at all. "

The speaker was A Zhu. She was furious that Zhao Qiansun had slandered Young Master Murong, so she kept opposing him.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qiansun couldn't help but laugh and cry. A Zhu was using his own weapon against him, employing the Murong family's signature tactic: "An eye for an eye."

At this moment, two grateful, friendly gazes shot towards A Zhu from the left and right, one from Master Tan and the other from Shan Zheng.

Just then, a figure flashed, and Granny Tan had already moved in front of A Zhu, raising her hand to slap her right cheek, shouting, "Whether I married the wrong person or not is none of your business, you brat!" "The attack was incredibly fast. A'Zhu tried to dodge, but it was too late, and no one could help her. With just a soft slap, five purplish-blue finger marks appeared on A'Zhu's fair and delicate cheek.

Zhao Qiansun laughed and said, 'Let me teach you a lesson, you brat! Who taught you to be so talkative!'" "

But their hopes were dashed. A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of A'Zhu, easily blocking Tan Po's path. He grabbed her hand and casually tossed her aside, sending Tan Po flying dozens of meters into the air. She screamed in fright. Zhao Qiansun and Tan Gong were both startled and rushed over, managing to catch Tan Po as she fell. However, the impact was too great, causing all three of them to tumble together.

A'Zhu was grateful to Wu Long for protecting her, and her eyes immediately filled with tenderness as she looked at him. Wang Yuyan also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself:

"He was just next to Chief Qiao, and he came over in an instant. This is simply the long-lost 'shifting position' technique of the martial arts world. And the fact that he so easily threw Tan Po twenty feet into the air, such divine power can only be obtained by cultivating the Western Regions divine skill 'Dragon Elephant Prajna Divine Skill' to the tenth level, with the power of ten dragons and ten elephants." Wu

Long's simple move immediately surprised everyone present. Although Wu Long didn't want to stop this from happening—after all, he wasn't a firefighter; with his and Qiao Feng's martial arts skills, he could kill everyone, but he couldn't stop things from escalating—he had already made up his mind. He immediately shouted,

"The Beggars' Sect's affairs are my brothers' affairs, and I won't interfere. But if anyone dares to touch my woman, I will make them bleed on the spot!"

After saying that, his fingers began to glow, the light growing brighter and brighter until it illuminated the entire forest!

The first part, Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 66, The Wicked Woman Kang Min 4

: After speaking, his fingers began to glow, the light growing brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire forest! The temperature in the surrounding air rose rapidly, the humid air evaporating white water vapor under the high temperature, and then the light transformed into a shooting star that shot out a hundred meters away. A transparent, fiery meteor, about a meter long, burned the air, boiling water vapor.

With a "whoosh!" a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, it shot forward. This sword energy was condensed by Wu Long using eighty percent of his true energy, and the power contained within it was absolutely astonishing. When it shot out a hundred meters away, it had expanded to an astonishing length of tens of meters. When the expansion reached an astonishing length of tens of meters, the momentum of the fiery meteor that had impacted nearly a hundred meters finally weakened. At this moment, the true yang energy that made up the fiery sword energy, no longer restrained by Wu Long, could no longer maintain its shape, and thus exploded and shattered with a loud bang.

Wu Long's eighty percent true energy was no joke. In the violent explosion, several large rocks a hundred meters away were instantly shattered into pieces, leaving them mangled beyond recognition. A shallow crater, over a meter deep and seven or eight meters in diameter, was blasted into the solid ground. Countless fragments of mud and rocks, carrying immense force, were flung everywhere by the surging shockwave, pelting nearby trees with a crackling sound. Several unfortunate people were even left with mangled flesh.

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collective gasp rang out as everyone stared at Wu Long as if he were a ghost. Was this human power? Wang Yuyan's beautiful mouth gaped open in astonishment, her mind almost blank as she thought,

"This is... transforming qi into form! True qi is inherently formless and intangible, yet he can make his internal energy emit light, transforming it into innate qi, indestructible and powerful. This must be something only someone who has opened at least three of the seven meridians and eight extraordinary vessels can do. My cousin has probably barely stepped into the threshold of the innate realm, or perhaps hasn't even reached that level yet. Does such a terrifying martial art truly exist in the world?"

Qiao Feng's Dragon-Capturing Skill had already shocked her, but Wu Long's move terrified her even more. Not to mention her cousin, even Uncle Murong probably couldn't do this. A'Zhu and A'Bi didn't have as much martial arts knowledge as Wang Yuyan. They were simply deeply shocked by Wu Long's godlike attack, and at the same time, filled with pride. Wu Long's domineering "my woman" move didn't specifically target anyone, but it seemed to encompass all three of them. A'Bi was naturally delighted, and A'Zhu was also inexplicably excited, nervous, and joyful. Only Wang Yuyan was stunned by Wu Long's martial arts and didn't think too much about it.

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