[Wuxia] The Substitute Duan Yu of Tianlong (Complete) - 7

39.
After finishing the fish, Duan Yu, Wang Yuyan, and the other two gazed at the tranquil and harmonious night sky. The sky was filled with stars, a beautiful summer scene.
"A hazy starry night, a gentle breeze, what a lovely summer night view,"
Duan Yu remarked, admiring the view. The nightscapes of ancient times were truly incomparable to those of modern society.
The night passed quickly, and Duan Yu awoke in the morning, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he looked at the women sleeping close together beside him.
It was summer, so the seaside wasn't cold at night. The three women slept side by side, their graceful figures a feast for Duan Yu's eyes. He longed to press these three beautiful women beneath him
and cherish them. Looking at the sleeping A'Zhu, Duan Yu chuckled even more. The previous night's passionate encounter had left Duan Yu feeling quite satisfied. Thinking back, it was amusing; while Wang Yuyan and the others slept, A'Zhu had secretly gone to the beach to wash up, unaware that Duan Yu had witnessed everything.
After observing the three women for a moment, Duan Yu walked to the side. Not long after he left, A'Zhu and the others opened their eyes. Finding themselves entangled in bed, their cheeks flushed, and they all looked to the side. Only after finding Duan Yu gone did they breathe a sigh of relief.
By the time they had tidied themselves up, Duan Yu had already returned.
"How did you sleep last night? This isn't something you can experience every day,"
Duan Yu said with a smile.
"Brother Yu, you're teasing us again. We've never thought about spending the night outside before,"
A'Bi said.
"In that case, let's go to the nearest town. Hehe, we'll eat first."
Immediately, Duan Yu led the women on horseback towards the nearest town.
Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan rode the same horse again. Wang Yuyan was no longer as reserved as yesterday, and the group chatted and laughed as they arrived in town.
When Duan Yu brought the three women to the inn, it caused another stir. The reason for coming to the inn was simple: women love to look beautiful, and washing up at the beach wasn't appropriate, so they wanted to freshen up at the inn first. After the women freshened up at the inn, they went with Duan Yu to the dining hall.
In ancient times, inns generally included food and lodging, so Duan Yu and his companions didn't need to go through that trouble.
Time flew by, and more than ten days passed in the blink of an eye. It was noon again, and Duan Yu led the women to a restaurant.
They had now arrived in Wuxi City. During this time,
Duan Yu had taken the three of them to many places. This restaurant was well-ventilated and reasonably well-furnished. Duan Yu's relationship with Abi and the others had grown increasingly closer these past few days. Especially Azhu, who had become even more affectionate towards Duan Yu after losing her virginity to him.
However, Wang Yuyan and Azhu dared not be too overtly express their feelings, though they still noticed the difference, as they frequently saw Duan Yu exchanging flirtatious glances with Azhu.
Abi, observing her sister's change, was conflicted. The more time she spent with Duan Yu, the more she discovered his extraordinary abilities, and Wang Yuyan felt the same way. This Brother Yu seemed omnipotent; he knew so many strange and wonderful things.
Sometimes, his descriptions of strange cultural phenomena fascinated them, but one thing remained unchanged: Duan Yu still only revealed half of what he knew.
Entering the restaurant, Duan Yu, Wang Yuyan, and the other two, as usual, found a table closest to the window. Their initial curiosity had faded. During this time, they had witnessed firsthand what it meant to eat and drink heartily. Being with Duan Yu, they realized that one couldn't be gentle while eating, or it would be a sign of hunger.
Even Wang Yuyan's eating manners had changed; though, beautiful women always looked good while dining, and Duan Yu was simply ensuring they ate according to modern standards.
Taking small bites, Duan Yu didn't want these beauties to become thin; he would be devastated if their graceful figures were to suffer.
Before the food arrived, Duan Yu surveyed the room, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat as a man's face came into view. Such sharp eyes. Looking at this person, Duan Yu felt a strange sense of familiarity, but who was he?
Duan Yu was bewildered; aside from the beautiful women in Tian Long Ba Bu, he didn't recognize anyone else. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. This person must be a famous figure in Tian Long Ba Bu, otherwise he wouldn't feel a sense of familiarity.
Upon closer inspection, the man was quite imposing, around thirty years old, wearing an old, slightly tattered gray cloth robe. He had thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose, a wide mouth, and a square face with a weathered look, exuding an imposing aura.
The man seemed to notice Duan Yu looking at him, a cold, sharp gaze piercing Duan Yu's eyes. Duan Yu's gaze immediately sharpened, and he opened his folding fan, nodding with a smile.
A master! That was Duan Yu's feeling. Just then, two people approached. The one in front had a limp and used a cane, yet still walked quickly; the second was an old man with a worried expression. The two men walked to the large man's table and bowed respectfully. The large man only nodded, without rising to return the greeting.
The lame man whispered, "Reporting to elder brother, the other party has agreed to meet at the Huishan Pavilion early tomorrow morning."
The burly man nodded and said, "That seems a bit rushed."
The old man said, "Brother originally told them the appointment was for three days later. But they seemed to know we weren't all present, and they made sarcastic remarks, saying that if we didn't dare to keep the appointment, we didn't have to go tomorrow."
The burly man said, "Yes, spread the word that everyone should gather at Huishan at midnight tonight. We'll go there first and wait for them to arrive."
The two bowed in agreement and turned to go downstairs.
Duan Yu's internal energy was now incredibly profound. Although he hadn't had time to properly practice his internal energy during his recent journey, it was constantly increasing.
The unique Lingbo Weibu allowed Duan Yu to avoid the daily breathing exercises required by other martial artists. He was now at the crucial stage of opening his Ren and Du meridians, and Duan Yu believed that it wouldn't be long before he could open them, at which point he would be considered one of the top figures like Murong Fu.
Hearing the three talking, Duan Yu pondered for a moment and immediately understood who the person in front of him was. Considering the location—Wuxi City—if he wasn't mistaken, this person was Qiao Feng. The Northern Qiao Feng!
A thought flashed through Duan Yu's mind, and he had an idea to befriend Qiao Feng.
Duan Yu, fanning himself with his folding fan, suddenly said to A'Zhu and the other two, "A'Zhu, Yu Yan, do you want to know a secret?"
"A secret? What secret!"
The girls immediately listened attentively, wondering what Duan Yu was going to say. These past few days, they had been quite astonished by Duan Yu. He seemed to know everything about the martial arts world. Yet, he was clearly with them, which puzzled them greatly.
"Not far from here, there's an apricot grove. A grand gathering is being held there today,"
Duan Yu said with a smile. His voice wasn't loud, but the burly man's body visibly trembled.
"Brother Yu, how did you know? And what kind of grand gathering is it?"
the girls asked in surprise.
"Of course I know. I also know that it's the Beggars' Sect's grand meeting today, and the main character of this gathering is right in front of us,"
Duan Yu said.
As soon as Duan Yu finished speaking, it wasn't just Wang Yuyan and the other two women who were surprised; the burly man beside them suddenly let out a cold snort.
Upon hearing the snort, the three women immediately turned around, and when they saw Qiao Feng, they were all shocked.
"What a magnificent man! This must be a heroic figure from the northern lands of Yan and Zhao. This man truly deserves the title 'spirited and vigorous'!"
A'Zhu and the others cheered inwardly.
Duan Yu, however, stood up and walked to the Khan's table, sitting down directly. The Khan did not object.
"I have long admired the hero Qiao Feng of the North. It is an honor to meet you again today,"
Duan Yu said kindly.
"My friend, you do indeed recognize me. May I ask who you are, brother? Are you perhaps Young Master Murong? Qiao Feng is truly impressed by you today. I did not expect your martial arts to be among the best of all schools. Your vision is also quite impressive,"
Qiao Feng laughed heartily.
"No, no, I am not my cousin Murong,"
Duan Yu shamelessly addressed Murong Fu as his cousin once again.
"Cousin, who are you?"
Qiao Feng asked, taken aback.
"Duan Yu!"
Duan Yu replied simply.
"Regardless of who you are, it is fate that we have met. Come, let's drink."
Qiao Feng said, handing the wine bottle to Duan Yu.
Duan Yu readily accepted the bottle and took a large gulp, then put it down and shouted to the bartender beside him, "Bartender, bring more wine! Bartender, another thirty catties!"
The bartender was stunned by Duan Yu's shout. Thirty catties! Good heavens, could he possibly finish that?!
"Since this friend has already said so, what are you waiting for?"
Qiao Feng said to him. Duan Yu then took out a silver ingot and tossed it to the bartender, who immediately stopped delaying. Since the other party didn't mind, why should he be afraid? He hurriedly went to fetch two large jars of wine.
A'Zhu and the others came over and stood beside Duan Yu. Duan Yu smiled and said to Qiao Feng, "These are my sisters, A'Zhu, A'Bi, and Yu Yan."
"Since they are your friends, of course, don't mind, feel free to do as you please,"
Qiao Feng said casually.
Duan Yu immediately gave A'Zhu and the others a look. After spending many days together, Wang Yu Yan and the others didn't ask Duan Yu what he was going to do, and they all silently watched Duan Yu's actions.
"Let's drink! Shall we use jars or bowls? I know Chief Qiao has a great capacity for alcohol, so it's my destiny to meet you today,"
Duan Yu said.
"Since you're willing to use jars, I, Qiao, certainly agree,"
Qiao Feng said heartily. Although he didn't know what this man was talking about, he didn't mind fighting him to test his strength. Now that he knew his identity and the matter of Xingzi Forest, he couldn't be negligent.
"Then, I'll drink first,"
Duan Yu said, opening the jar's seal. He circulated his inner energy, took a deep breath, and a jet of water shot out of the jar
, shooting straight into Duan Yu's open mouth. Qiao Feng was immediately shocked and exclaimed, "Good! Friend, excellent skill!"
He then slammed his hand on another jar, and a similar jet of water shot out.
The people in the tavern stared at the two in astonishment. These two were not only competing in drinking capacity, but also in martial arts. What kind of strength would it take to suck something out of thin air?
The tavern was filled with other martial artists, whose expressions changed upon seeing the two men's actions.
Qiao Feng's reputation was widely known in the martial arts world, so their presence wasn't surprising. What puzzled them was the young man drinking with Qiao Feng—who was this master who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere?
Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, the two men simultaneously finished off the large jar of wine. The two jars spun rapidly before exploding with a bang. The shattered pieces were controlled by the two men. Duan Yu waved his folding fan, neatly placing the broken pieces on the table, while Qiao Feng moved his left hand, and a golden dragon enveloped the broken pieces.
"Good! No matter who you are, I, Qiao, will consider you a friend!"
Qiao Feng laughed heartily.
"It is my honor to be friends with Brother Qiao," Duan Yu
replied solemnly. Meanwhile, he murmured to himself, "Qiao Feng, Qiao Feng, the hero I admire most in Tianlong. Since I stole your beauty, I won't let you die like that later. Don't worry, I'll take good care of A'Zhu. And I'll find a way to bring A'Zi, who gave you a headache, into my harem. Don't worry, I'll train her to be charming and lovely. She won't be that willful and capricious person anymore." "
I, Qiao Feng, like to befriend straightforward and generous people the most. Since that's the case, let's become sworn brothers. There are people here who can be witnesses."
Qiao Feng said loudly.
"Alright, then I, your younger brother, pay my respects to my elder brother."
Duan Yu said loudly.
Wang Yuyan and the others watched Duan Yu's actions silently. Of course, they had heard of Qiao Feng's great name, but what puzzled them was Duan Yu's actions. They still didn't understand why he did this.

40
"Second brother!"
"Elder brother!"
"Good! Good brother!"
Qiao Feng said with a loud laugh. Their sworn brotherhood was simple, but Duan Yu felt sincerity in Qiao Feng's words. Yes, sincerity. Duan Yu knew Qiao Feng's character very well; he knew that once Qiao Feng made up his mind about something, he would never change it. (Wow! What a melodramatic plot! Don't laugh at me, brothers!) At this moment, Duan Yu
sincerely wanted to become sworn brothers with Qiao Feng. Such a hero was certainly worthy of being his elder brother.
"Little sister greets elder brother!"
A'Zhu and the others also spoke up.
"You all call him elder brother too! Are you going to participate as well?"
Duan Yu asked.
"Of course! Why should only you be sworn brothers? Besides, didn't you just say we're all your sisters?"
A'Zhu said.
"Good, I, Qiao Feng, am so happy to suddenly have so many brothers and sisters. It's really stingy of me, as the eldest brother, to have nothing to give you. Bartender, another jar of wine!"
Qiao Feng said.
The bartender immediately brought over a jar of wine, but this time he knew his limits and only brought a small jar.
Qiao Feng took it, poured wine into five bowls, and only poured a little for the women.
The five women simultaneously picked up their bowls and drank. After the wine went down, Wang Yuyan and the other two women's cheeks immediately flushed, causing Qiao Feng and Duan Yu to burst into laughter.
The three women immediately protested, but Duan Yu's gentle words calmed them down.
The others in the restaurant watched this scene with envy, seeing a beautiful woman and a hero—this was something they all desired.
The five women sat down, Wang Yuyan sitting next to Duan Yu. They didn't say much; at this moment, they all wanted to know what Duan Yu would do next.
"Elder brother, did you realize I deliberately made friends with you?"
Duan Yu said with a smile.
"Of course, I wonder what your purpose is, second brother?"
Qiao Feng asked.
"Of course, it's because I admire you, brother. Also, I'm helping you out this time,"
Duan Yu said mysteriously, waving his folding fan.
"Help me? What's going to happen to me?"
Qiao Feng paused for a moment before saying,
"Yes, elder brother, you may not know this, but I have a wide range of knowledge. I also know a little about the I Ching, the Eight Trigrams, and the Qimen Dunjia. I have one ability: I can predict everything about anyone connected to me."
Duan Yu then repeated the words he had used to deceive A'Zhu and the others.
"Second brother is so capable."
Qiao Feng was taken aback.
"I only know a little. Elder brother, this meeting at Xingzi Forest is indeed extremely dangerous."
Duan Yu said solemnly.
"Dangerous, but even so, I must go."
Qiao Feng said.
"If elder brother insists, then I will tell you something, but it is quite shocking, and I'm afraid you won't believe it."
Duan Yu said silently.
"Second brother, please speak freely."
Qiao Feng said.
"There are too many people here. Let's find another place to tell you later."
Duan Yu said. Duan Yu was prepared to tell Qiao Feng about his background, but he wouldn't mention Qiao Feng's father, Xiao Yuanshan, for the time being. There were some things Duan Yu didn't intend to reveal completely.
He knew that Qiao Feng would find it hard to accept what he was about to tell him, and might even come to blows, so Duan Yu decided to tell him elsewhere.
Hearing this, Qiao Feng and the others were very curious, but since Duan Yu didn't want to say anything for now, they remained silent. After a long chat and a meal, Duan Yu, along with Wang Yuyan and the other two, left Wuxi City with Qiao Feng.
They arrived at a hillside, where Duan Yu told A'Zhu and the others to wait nearby, while he and Qiao Feng sat down on the hillside.
"Brother, do you know your background?"
Duan Yu's words immediately surprised Qiao Feng.
"Does Second Brother know who my parents are?"
Qiao Feng asked.
"Whether you believe it or not, Brother, I do know,"
Duan Yu said.
"How do you know my background?"
Qiao Feng asked again, puzzled.
"If Brother doesn't believe me, there's one thing I can prove. Brother, you have a wolf's head tattoo on your chest!"
Duan Yu said, shaking his fan.
"That's right,"
Qiao Feng replied. Once Qiao Feng considered someone a brother, he wouldn't doubt him. Although surprised by everything Duan Yu said, he answered calmly.
"Brother, your background is actually revealed in this tattoo,"
Duan Yu said.
"How could my background be revealed in a tattoo?"
Qiao Feng said, puzzled.
"What I'm about to say is the key point. Whether you believe it or not, I'll tell you. First, your tattoo isn't from the Central Plains. It's a Khitan tribe tattoo. Second, the reason you got into trouble at the Xingzi Forest meeting today is precisely because of this."
Duan Yu said shockingly.
"What did you say! A Khitan tattoo? Second brother, are you sure you're telling the truth? How could that be? I, Qiao Feng, am a true Central Plains person. I don't believe it. My adoptive parents have always said I'm from the Central Plains. Who are you?!"
Qiao Feng's eyes flashed with cold light as he stared directly at Duan Yu. Although he was usually very forthright, he couldn't help but take this matter concerning his background seriously.
Qiao Feng moved, grabbing at Duan Yu with a Dragon-Capturing Hand. Duan Yu was prepared, using the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to lightly tap his feet and unleashing a Six Meridian Divine Sword strike.
Qiao Feng didn't stop, unleashing the power of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Several golden dragons swept towards Duan Yu, but Duan Yu maintained his swift, light-footed movements, his folding fan disappearing behind his back as he drew it with his left hand. He unleashed a series of Six Meridian Divine Sword techniques, a flurry of sword fingers filling the sky—Shangyang Sword, Zhongchong Sword, Guanchong Sword, Shaochong Sword, Shaoze Sword—Duan Yu's ten fingers struck in rapid succession, each finger clashing against a golden dragon.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Explosions rang out continuously. Qiao Feng was awestruck by Duan Yu's sword techniques, but after several exchanges, he realized that while Duan Yu's skill was clearly not as high as his own, the difference wasn't significant.
"Excellent! Excellent skill! That sharp sword technique must be the Dali Six Meridian Divine Sword. I once heard my master mention that, according to the old legends of the martial arts world, the Duan family of Dali possessed a skill called the 'Six Meridian Divine Sword,' capable of killing with invisible sword energy. I wondered if it was true or not. It turns out such a divine skill truly exists."
Although Qiao Feng was skeptical of Duan Yu, he admired his skill. Immediately, his hunting instincts were piqued, and his attacks became even more ferocious, unleashing a series of moves from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.
Qiao Feng was a martial arts prodigy, possessing the strengths of various schools. He had been taught by Master Xuanku of Shaolin since childhood, and later combined this with his own mastery of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, making his martial arts extremely formidable.
However, Duan Yu showed no sign of weakness against Qiao Feng. The Lingbo Weibu (Lingbo Steps) technique, which did not deplete his internal energy but instead continuously increased it, allowed Duan Yu to fight with increasing ferocity, and he also used some of the moves he had learned at the Huanshi Water Pavilion.
A'Zhu and the others were waiting for Duan Yu and Qiao Feng below, but soon they heard arguing and loud fighting, and rushed towards them.
Only then did the three of them truly witness just how powerful their "Brother Yu" was. Wang Yuyan looked at Duan Yu with bewilderment; her Brother Yu's martial arts now displayed the same strength as her cousin Murong.
The combination of Lingbo Weibu and the Six Meridians Divine Sword had such an effect; true power wasn't the most crucial factor.
At this moment, Duan Yu and Qiao Feng exchanged another blow before separating. Neither of them had used their full strength; they were merely testing each other's skills.
"I've said it before, if you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do. Whether you believe me or not, you'll see in Xingzilin. But there's one thing I must tell you, Brother: whether you're from the Central Plains or the Khitan, you'll always be my elder brother,"
Duan Yu said solemnly.
Hearing Duan Yu's words, Qiao Feng was also confused, unsure if Duan Yu was telling the truth. But the fact that he was a Khitan was truly astonishing.
At this moment, his first thought was to return to his adoptive parents and ask them for their opinions. No! He should go find his mentor, Master Xuanku.
"Are you thinking of asking your mentor, Master Xuanku, right now? Brother, if you trust me, I advise you not to go. And you must be careful at the Apricot Grove meeting this time. Otherwise, your mentor and even your adoptive parents will die!" Duan
Yu said.
Qiao Feng looked at Duan Yu with a conflicted expression, unsure whether he should believe what this man said. His heart was in turmoil; the heroic Qiao Feng had never felt so helpless.
"Are you sure what you said is true, Second Brother?"
Qiao Feng said this with utmost seriousness.
"Of course!" Duan
Yu replied just as solemnly.
"Alright, in that case, let's wait until the Apricot Grove meeting. I want to see if I, Qiao Feng, am a Khitan or a Han Chinese. Since you don't mind my identity, then I won't mind you as my brother either."
Qiao Feng said this with righteous indignation.
"Brother's martial arts are indeed impressive. If you hadn't held back, I think I would have been injured,"
Duan Yu said flatteringly.
"Second brother, you're not bad either. Apart from your internal strength being a little lower than mine, your moves and techniques are by no means lacking,"
Qiao Feng said seriously.
Indeed, although he hadn't used his full strength, even ordinary martial artists might not be able to withstand his attack, and Duan Yu's ability to withstand it was truly impressive. Moreover, Qiao Feng could also see that Duan Yu hadn't used his full strength, meaning that while he was hiding his power, so was Duan Yu.
"Brother Qiao, what were you doing just now?"
A'Zhu asked.
"Nothing much, Brother Qiao and I were just testing our skills,"
Duan Yu said.
"Oh, that's amazing! And Brother Yu, your martial arts are so powerful!"
A'Zhu said. She had only seen Duan Yu officially use his martial arts once, when he first came out with Jiang Tong. She had never seen him use them before, and had assumed his skills couldn't be that high, but she hadn't expected them to be so formidable.
"I didn't say my martial arts weren't powerful. Besides, wasn't what I showed in the restaurant impressive?"
Duan Yu said with a smile.
"Your drinking skills are impressive, but we've seen that before, just not as much as the two of you,"
A'Bi said.
After talking for a while, Duan Yu and Qiao Feng headed towards the Apricot Grove. Along the way, Qiao Feng remained silent, while
Duan Yu playfully teased A'Zhu and the others. Qiao Feng smiled knowingly at their antics; from their brief interaction, he could tell his second brother was a womanizer, and these three women were probably all connected to him. Time flew by, and before they knew it, Duan Yu and the others had arrived at the Apricot Grove . Once there, Duan Yu
secretly took A'Zhu's hand.
A'Zhu immediately lagged behind, and Duan Yu leaned close to her ear, whispering, "A'Zhu, remember to stay with me no matter what happens." A'Zhu blushed, stammered, and quickly stepped forward, not wanting Wang Yuyan and the others to suspect anything. Duan Yu's heart, however, was unsettled. He felt a strange sense of unease, as if he were being watched by a venomous snake, making him very uncomfortable. His heart pounded at this moment. It seemed that things weren't as simple as he had thought, and the Apricot Grove was more than just what was described in the book. Duan Yu wasn't surprised that Qiao Feng ignored his advice. Because Qiao Feng had to come here. As the leader of the Beggars' Sect, he had no choice but to come, otherwise, who knew what kind of traps Madam Ma and the others would set for him. Murong Fu, the Western Xia First-Class Hall—these people would also reveal themselves here one after another. Duan Yu felt uneasy but also expectant. What kind of color would these people add to his experience in Tianlong? No matter what happened, Duan Yu was confident that he could quickly get A'Zhu and the others away from here. After all, he wasn't afraid of poison, and there were no traps here. As for experts! Duan Yu's current strength wasn't too afraid of those experts either. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. He finally understood why he had those thoughts. He had gotten rid of one person: Xiao Yuanshan, yes, and Murong Bo. These two were always hiding around Murong Fu and Qiao Feng. It seemed that his actions must have displeased Xiao Yuanshan. Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo are the real masters, a fact Duan Yu deeply understands. He's not confident he can handle them now. If Qiao Feng is so powerful, these old masters must be even stronger. In the original novel, Xiao Yuanshan easily dealt with so many martial arts masters. His skill must be incredibly strong—a peerless master! Xingzi Forest is crucial to Qiao Feng's future development. It should be Qiao Feng's stage, a one-man show, but now that he's involved, the play will be completely different. Of course, all of this is contingent on Xiao Yuanshan and the others not appearing prematurely. Otherwise, things could get complicated. Now it's all about how the plot unfolds. Let's see what the climax of Qiao Feng's story in Xingzi Forest will be like! 41. Entering Xingzi Forest, he saw two ragged, beggar-like men on the main road who quickly bowed to Qiao Feng. "Reporting to the Chief, two tough guys have broken into the 'Great Righteousness Branch.' They are quite skilled and are currently confronting Chief Jiang and the others." "Oh, tough guys have broken in. I'd like to see who they are." Qiao Feng finished speaking and went ahead. Before he even got close, he heard a voice. After walking several miles, passing through an apricot grove, a strange, sarcastic voice came from within the apricot blossoms: "My brother Murong is going to Luoyang to meet your leader, so why are all the Beggars' Clan members in Wuxi? Isn't this deliberately avoiding us? You're all cowardly and afraid of trouble, but it's a waste that my brother Murong has made a wasted trip! Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!" A man with a northern accent shouted, "Did Young Master Murong make an appointment with our leader, Qiao, beforehand?" The first man replied, "It doesn't matter whether we made an appointment or not. Since Young Master Murong is going to Luoyang, the Beggars' Clan leader can't just walk away and leave him empty-handed. Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!" The man asked, "Did Young Master Murong send any letter to inform our clan?" The first man replied, "How would I know? I'm neither Young Master Murong nor the Beggars' Clan leader, how would I know? Your question is completely unreasonable! Outrageous! Outrageous!" "It's Brother Bao San!" A'Zhu and the others exclaimed. "Brother Bao San, A'Zhu, are you talking about Bao Butong?" Duan Yu asked. "Yes, it is indeed Brother Bao San. What are you doing here, Brother Bao San? Since you're here, perhaps you're here too, young master," A'Bi said happily. The group quickly took a few steps and saw the scene before them. They saw a group of ragged beggars confronting two people. One was thin, about thirty-two years old, with sunken cheeks, a mustache, drooping eyebrows, and an extremely ugly appearance. The other was a thin, tall middle-aged man, wearing a gray cloth robe, with a stubborn and unruly expression on his face. "Brother Bao San, Brother Feng Si!" Wang Yuyan and the others greeted them as soon as they saw the two. "Miss Wang, A'Zhu, A'Bi, what are you doing here? How strange." The middle-aged man, Bao Butong, said in surprise when he saw the three of them with the Beggars' Clan. "You are Bao Butong of the Murong family!" Qiao Feng said. "No, no!" Bao Butong said. Standing opposite Bao Butong was a group of ragged beggars. The leader, seeing Qiao Feng arrive, beamed with joy and immediately stepped forward to greet him. The Beggar Clan members behind him bowed in unison and shouted, "Your subordinates greet the Chief!" "Greetings, brothers," Qiao Feng said, clasping his hands in greeting. Mr. Bao remained as arrogant as ever, saying, "Hmm, is this Chief Qiao of the Beggar Clan? Brother Bao Butong, I didn't expect Chief Qiao to know my great name." "Mr. Bao Butong, I have long admired your reputation. It is a great honor to meet you today," Qiao Feng said politely. "No, no! What reputation do I have? I do have a bad name in the martial arts world. Everyone knows that I, Bao Butong, have been a troublemaker all my life, and that I am known for my hurtful words. Hehehe, Chief Qiao, you came to Jiangnan so casually, that's your fault," Bao Butong said.

The Beggars' Sect was the largest gang in the land, and its leader held an extremely prestigious position, revered by all its members as a god. Seeing Bao Butong's blatant disrespect towards the leader, his immediate rebuke, filled everyone with indignation. The six or seven men standing behind Jiang, the leader of the Righteousness Branch, were either gripping their sword hilts or rubbing their fists, all eager to attack.
Bao Butong, however, remained unfazed, his arrogant expression unchanged, and said, "Everyone says you, Qiao Feng, are a remarkable figure, on par with my young master in the martial world. My brother Murong knows you, Chief Qiao, are a remarkable person, and that the Beggars' Sect has many talented individuals, so he personally traveled to Luoyang to pay you a visit. How dare you come to Jiangnan so carefree? Heh heh, outrageous! Outrageous!"
"Did your young master bring a formal invitation when he went to Luoyang to see me?"
Qiao Feng replied.
Duan Yu and A'Zhu stood by, watching their conversation. Wang Yuyan and the other two looked tense and uneasy, unsure of what to do. On one side were Murong Gongzi's men, and on the other was their newly sworn brother. Completely at a loss, they all looked at Duan Yu, anticipating his move.
Duan Yu, seeing the three looking at him, chuckled and remained silent, much to the girls' annoyance. If it weren't for the many people around, Duan Yu would have undoubtedly given them a good beating. These past few days, the three had gotten used to simultaneously punching Duan Yu. Who told this "Brother Yu" to always pique their curiosity? It was hard not to vent their anger.
Duan Yu, in turn, enjoyed their playful banter; after all, their punches were incredibly erotic. Sometimes, Duan Yu could even take advantage of the situation.
The three rolled their eyes at Duan Yu and looked away, turning their attention to Bao Butong and the others. At this moment, the situation suddenly changed. They saw Feng Bo'e fighting with an old man wielding a steel cane.
Upon seeing this, Wang Yuyan and the other two frowned even more deeply!
"Oh no, oh no, Fourth Brother Feng loves to fight. This is going to be troublesome,"
A'Zhu's anxious voice rang out. A'Zhu was deliberately saying this to Duan Yu, hoping he would handle it. However, Duan Yu remained unmoved. He certainly didn't want to take action; he figured the two would be fine in a moment, so why bother? Duan Yu was now waiting for Quan Guanqing and his group to rebel.
Feng Bo'e fought fiercely, deliberately provoking the other elders. Soon, he was standing with two elders, but the Beggars' Sect members, mindful of their status, immediately retreated, leaving one elder wielding a sack to fight Feng Bo'e.
Feng Bo'e attacked fiercely with a single sword, while the elder with the sack fought him to a standstill. Suddenly, a whooshing sound filled the air as the long-armed elder swung the sack into a blur of yellow, seemingly enveloping Feng Bo'e. But Feng Bo'e's swordsmanship was superb; he parried and attacked, managing to hold his own. The tricks on the sack were yet to be revealed.
"Brother Yu, can you tell what kind of martial arts this old man is using?"
Wang Yuyan suddenly asked Duan Yu. Her words were so clear that most of the skilled fighters present heard her clearly.
Duan Yu immediately understood Wang Yuyan's meaning; she was deliberately trying to get information out of him. Who said Wang Yuyan was without cunning? Duan Yu was utterly unconvinced at this moment. After thinking for a moment, he decided to answer her, secretly chuckling to himself that he was now playing the role of Wang Yuyan from the original story.
"This elder who uses the sack uses Tongbei Quan (a style of Chinese martial arts), and his sack-handling technique has the power of the Dabie Mountain Soft Whip Thirteen Styles, and also incorporates the Hubei Ruan Family Eighty-One Style Three-Section Staff. The sack-handling skill is something he created himself,"
Duan Yu said.
Duan Yu's words weren't particularly loud, but the names "Thirteen Styles of the Dabie Mountain Soft Whip" and "Eighty-One Styles of the Hubei Ruan Family's Three-Section Staff" sounded like thunder to the long-armed old man. He was originally a member of the Hubei Ruan family, and the three-section staff was a family heirloom. Later, he killed an elder of his family, committing a grave crime, so he changed his name and abandoned the three-section staff, vowing never to use it again. No one knew his true identity. Unexpectedly, the martial arts he had learned in his youth, though he had tried his best to discard, naturally surfaced during the fierce battle. He was greatly alarmed: "How does this man know my secrets?"
He also thought that Duan Yu already knew about his decades-long concealment. Distracted, he was attacked by Feng Bo'e several times and was on the verge of being overwhelmed. Duan Yu, having read this passage carefully, naturally understood the long-armed old man's thoughts.
He chuckled inwardly, knowing that Feng Bo'e was about to suffer. Sure enough, Feng Bo'e suddenly felt a slight pain on the back of his hand, as if pricked by a fine needle. Looking down, he was immediately startled to see a small scorpion embedded in the back of his hand. This scorpion was smaller than a normal scorpion, but it was brightly colored and had a terrifying appearance. Feng Bo'e knew something was wrong and tried to shake it off, but the scorpion's tail was firmly stuck to the back of his hand, and he couldn't shake it off no matter what he did.
Feng Bo'e hurriedly flipped his left hand and slapped the back of his hand against the back of his single-edged sword. With a soft scraping sound, the five-colored scorpion instantly turned into a pulp. He took out an antidote pill and put it into his mouth.
Bao Butong was shocked when he saw this and quickly stood beside Feng Bo'e. He was alarmed and hurriedly reached out to press the acupoints in Feng Bo'e's wrist, elbow, and shoulder joints to stop the poison from rising. However, the five-colored scorpion's venom was extremely fast-acting. Although it wasn't "instant death," it was still very responsive and acted faster than the venom of an ordinary snake. Feng Bo'e opened his mouth as if to speak, but only managed a few extremely unpleasant, hoarse sounds. Seeing the severity of the poison and fearing it was incurable, Bao Butong, overwhelmed with grief and rage, roared and lunged at the long-armed old man.
Wang Yuyan and the others, seeing Feng Bo'e's condition, simultaneously had tears in their eyes. Feng Bo'e had a very good relationship with them in the Murong family, but now that he was like this, how could they not be heartbroken? Wang Yuyan was also extremely anxious; she had read many books, but she particularly disliked books on poisons. Duan Yu
saw the three women's tearful expressions, sighed inwardly, and suddenly stepped forward. Those around saw only a white shadow flash by; Duan Yu was already in front of Feng Bo'e on the ground.
"You scoundrel! You don't even spare the four of our corpses!"
Bao Butong, who had been fighting the old man, suddenly noticed Duan Yu's movements and shouted, throwing down the old man to attack Duan Yu. The old man, seeing this, did not pursue. Since this person came with the gang leader, he naturally followed the gang leader's orders.
Duan Yu didn't even look at Bao Butong rushing towards him, and casually sent out a sword finger. Bao Butong dodged with a somersault in mid-air, while Duan Yu, holding Feng Bo'e's hand, focused his inner force on Feng Bo'e's hand, and black blood gushed out from Feng Bo'e's hand.
A silver needle appeared in Duan Yu's hand, and after rapidly inserting it into several acupoints on Feng Bo'e's body, black blood continued to gush out from Feng Bo'e's hand until it stopped.
At this moment, Bao Butong's attack came again. Duan Yu's body flashed, and with a Lingbo Weibu footwork, he used the same Tongbei Fist. Bao Butong raised his hand to catch it, but his fist suddenly changed, turning into a grappling move, grabbing his shoulder blade, and Duan Yu's finger also touched him. Instantly, Bao Butong was as still as a puppet.
Duan Yu released Bao Butong and walked back to his original position.
"Good! Good skill, what a wonderful detoxification method!"
Qiao Feng said with a loud laugh.
"Brother, I'm just glad you don't blame me for overstepping my authority,"
Duan Yu said, a folding fan appearing in his hand. Duan Yu had now developed a habit of making cool gestures with effortless ease. This display of skill shone brightly in the eyes of others. A'Zhu and the others blushed, their thoughts unreadable.
"Second brother, we're brothers, why are you saying such things?"
Qiao Feng said. Hearing Qiao Feng's words, the others were stunned. This man called Qiao Feng "elder brother," while Qiao Feng called this man "second brother." What was this man's true identity? He puzzled them.
However, the skill this man had just displayed was unfathomable.
As soon as the poisonous blood appeared on the ground, Feng Bo'e immediately regained his mobility and was preparing to attack again. However, upon seeing Bao Butong's frozen body, he hurriedly tried to release the pressure points, but to no avail. He was taken aback. He couldn't release the pressure points. How could this be? He immediately prepared to release them again.
Wang Yuyan's voice reached his ears: "Fourth Brother Feng, you must not release them again! Third Brother's pressure points have been sealed by the One-Finger Divine Skill. It's not something that can be released with ordinary pressure point release techniques."
Hearing Wang Yuyan say this, Feng Bo'e naturally dared not attack again. His eyes flashed with cold light as he looked at Duan Yu. Feng Bo'e was not grateful at all for this man's earlier detoxification. Because he was clearly on Qiao Feng's side.
"Miss Wang, do you have a way to release it?"
Feng Bo'e asked Wang Yuyan.
"No, this One-Finger Divine Skill requires someone who knows it. Brother Yu, please help Third Brother release it."
Wang Yuyan changed the subject and said softly to Duan Yu.
Upon hearing this, Duan Yu went to Bao Butong's side and released his pressure points.
"Miss Wang, how come you're with them? And who is this person?"
Feng Bo'e asked.
"This is Brother Yu, my cousin,"
Wang Yuyan said. "
Your cousin? We've never heard of him before,"
Feng Bo'e asked, puzzled.
"I only recently heard it from my mother. Brother Yu brought me out this time,"
Wang Yuyan said.
Hearing Wang Yuyan's explanation, Feng Bo'e didn't ask any more questions. Bao Butong's eyes darted around, trying to figure out Duan Yu's identity. Having followed Murong Fu for so long, he was quite knowledgeable about the affairs of the martial arts world.
"Boy, are you a member of the Duan family of Dali?"
Bao Butong said.
"Indeed, indeed, I am a member of the Duan family of Dali,"
Duan Yu said, waving his folding fan. Bao Butong didn't seem to mind Duan Yu's tone.
Just then, fifty or sixty people rushed out from behind the apricot tree in the east. They were all dressed in rags, with disheveled hair, some carrying weapons, others holding broken bowls or bamboo sticks—all members of the Beggars' Sect. Following them, eighty or ninety Beggars' Sect disciples emerged from the north, their expressions grave. They didn't bow to Qiao Feng, instead displaying a subtle hostility. The

two men
, Bao Butong and Feng Bo, were startled by the sudden appearance of so many Beggars' Sect members, wondering what the Beggars' Sect would do to them.
Duan Yu, observing this scene,
thought to himself, "Here we go!" Qiao Feng frowned, looking at these people, his mind replaying Duan Yu's earlier words. Was his trouble truly here? The whole situation was inexplicably strange. These were all members of the Beggars' Sect, who usually treated him with utmost respect, rushing to greet him from afar. Why were they here today, not even calling him "Sect Leader"?
Dozens of Beggars' Sect members also arrived from the west and south, quickly filling the clearing in the apricot grove. However, apart from the four elders and Chief Jiang who had arrived earlier, the rest of the sect's leaders were absent.
Suddenly, an elder shouted, "Form the Dog-Beating Formation!"
From each of the four directions—east, west, south, and north—a dozen or twenty members of the Beggars' Sect rushed out, each wielding a weapon, surrounding Bao Butong, the Dwarf Elder, and the other two.
"Qiao Feng, do you intend to bully us with your numbers?" Bao Butong
shouted.
"Why would I need others? You two can't even beat my second brother, how can you say you're bullying us with your numbers?"
Qiao Feng replied.
"If that's the case, then what are you doing?"
Feng Bo'e asked, looking around.
Qiao Feng immediately waved his hand, and the surrounding people glanced at him but dispersed.
"You two can leave now,"
Qiao Feng said, waving his hand.
Upon hearing Qiao Feng's words, Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e exchanged a glance, and the two immediately walked to the side. They weren't worried about Wang Yuyan and the others' safety; since they were with Qiao Feng, they would be safe.
"Let's go, let's go! We're outmatched, it's a disgrace! Even if we train for another ten years, we'll still lose everything! Let's just give up and eat our fill!"
Bao Butong shouted, then strode away, losing with a flourish.
But Qiao Feng wanted his men to agree. A group of men blocked Bao Butong and his companion's path. Suddenly, a refined-looking beggar stepped forward, his face hardening, and said, "Reporting to the Chief, the great revenge for Vice Chief Ma's tragic death has not yet been avenged. How can you let the enemy go so easily?"
These words seemed quite polite, but his expression was aggressive, showing no respect for a subordinate.
"Of course, we're here to investigate the murderer of Brother Ma. The murderer may not necessarily be Young Master Murong. They are Murong Fu's family, not the real culprit. Why should we make things difficult for them?"
Qiao Feng said.
Bao Butong and his companion pushed aside the men blocking their way, letting out a long laugh as they walked further away.
"Why does the Chief draw such a conclusion!"
the man pressed on. This middle-aged beggar was named Quan Guanqing, nicknamed "Scholar of Ten Directions." He was resourceful, highly skilled in martial arts, and held the position of Eight-Bag Branch Master, second only to the Sixteen Elders in rank within the gang. He was in charge of the "Great Wisdom Branch." "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 Clan of Gusu, 'An eye for an eye.' I thought that Brother Ma's 'Throat-Locking Grappling Hand' was unparalleled in the world. Apart from the Murong family, no one else could harm him with his own unique skill. However, recently, people have died in different places from their own unique skills. And Young Master Murong cannot be in two places at once, so I guess it wasn't him,"
Qiao Feng said.
"But even so, it doesn't absolve Murong Fu of suspicion. The gang leader's actions are truly perplexing,"
Quan Guanqing said.
Seeing his unfriendly tone and noticing the unusual demeanor of the gang members, Qiao Feng became even more convinced of Duan Yu's words.
"Where are the Transmission of Skill and Enforcement Elders?" "
Qiao Feng changed the subject and asked.
"I didn't see the two elders today,"
Quan Guanqing replied.
"Where are the leaders of the four branches: Da Ren, Da Xin, Da Yong, and Da Li?"
Qiao Feng asked again.
"Li Er, why didn't your leaders come today?"
Quan Guanqing didn't answer but asked one of the seven-bag disciples beside him.
"I...I don't know,"
the seven-bag disciple said timidly.
"Brother, there's no need to ask anymore. Just watch. What is their purpose? Do you want to wait for things to develop further?" "
Duan Yu suddenly stepped forward with a smile.
Qiao Feng was already beginning to believe what Duan Yu said. Although his background had not yet been confirmed, these people were clearly after him.
Upon hearing Duan Yu's words, Qiao Feng glanced around, then suddenly reached out with his left hand and grabbed with his right, striking Quan Guanqing beside him. He landed a blow on Quan Guanqing's "Zhongting" and "Jiuwei" acupoints on his chest.
Quan Guanqing never expected Qiao Feng to suddenly attack. Quan Guanqing's martial arts were no less than those of the four elders, but he was unable to retaliate even once and was captured.
Qiao Feng's action startled everyone around him. Suddenly, they surrounded him.
"Speak, why are you doing this?"
Qiao Feng demanded of Quan Guanqing.
"Qiao Feng, do you think you can leave just by capturing me?"
Quan Guanqing shouted.
"I only want to know why you're plotting a rebellion,"
Qiao Feng retorted sharply.
"Qiao Feng, release Quan Guanqing!"
the four elders shouted, surrounding Qiao Feng simultaneously.
"Four elders, I, Qiao Feng, admire your character, but this time you've all gotten involved. So tell me why,"
Qiao Feng said coldly. Then, Qiao Feng ordered those around him to rescue the others. Qiao Feng was certain that the people responsible for transmitting skills and enforcing the law hadn't appeared because they had been captured.
With Qiao Feng's actions, the surrounding area split into two factions: one consisting of the four elders and Quan Guanqing's men, numbering around two hundred; the other, Qiao Feng's side, consisted of only a few dozen people.
Jiang, the leader of the Dayi branch, had not participated in the rebellion plot. Seeing Quan Guanqing and his men dare to defy him, he was already furious, his face flushed red, panting heavily. Only after Qiao Feng ordered him to go with Zhang Quanxiang to rescue the people did he calm down slightly. He addressed his twenty-odd members, saying, "Our gang has unfortunately encountered turmoil. This is the time for everyone to repay the leader's kindness with their lives. Everyone must do their utmost to protect the leader and obey his orders without question."
He feared that the four elders would immediately launch an attack. Although the Dayi branch was far outnumbered by the rebels, the leader wouldn't be powerless.
"No! Brother Jiang, take all the brothers of our branch with you. Rescuing people is a matter of utmost importance; there can be no mistakes,"
Qiao Feng said.
Upon hearing this, Jiang exchanged a few more words with Qiao Feng before leading his men to rescue the people.
At this moment, Qiao Feng released Quan Guanqing, who, upon being freed, did not immediately attack. However, the people around them had surrounded Qiao Feng and Duan Yu.
"Brother, are you afraid?"
Qiao Feng asked.
"Afraid! What's there to be afraid of? Big brother, I'll say it again, no matter what happens, I will always consider you my big brother,"
Duan Yu said.
Wang Yuyan and the other two realized at this moment that something had happened to the Beggars' Sect—a rebellion! But they didn't understand what Qiao Feng and Duan Yu meant. Suddenly, a thought popped into their minds: did Brother Yu already know all this?
"Why the rebellion? Qiao Feng, it's simple. We suspect that you killed Brother Ma,"
Quan Guanqing said.
"Brother Ma and I are like brothers, I will kill him,"
Qiao Feng said.
Qiao Feng looked around at the crowd of heroes, and saw that everyone looked very embarrassed. Some were trying to remain calm, some were bewildered and helpless, and some were eager to try, showing a willingness to take risks. There were more than two hundred people around, and no one said a word, but if anyone spoke, chaos would immediately ensue.
"You know your own business. You know perfectly well why you killed Brother Ma."
Quan Guanqing snorted coldly, ready to make a move.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded, and many people rushed in from the northeast corner, their voices clamoring. Some asked, "How is the leader? Where is the traitor?"
Others said, "We fell into their trap and are locked up in a really suffocating situation." It
was chaos.
Qiao Feng heard the noise but had no particular thoughts. His mind was filled with questions. Was this secret targeting him true? He awaited an answer.
Soon, a large group of people arrived, and an old beggar with a sallow complexion led a group of people quickly.
At this moment, the sky was gradually darkening, twilight was falling, and a thin mist was drifting around the apricot grove. Quan Guanqing and the others stared at Qiao Feng with ferocious expressions, but they still did not make a move. Qiao Feng's aura was overwhelming.
"Brother Yu, will something happen?"
A'Zhu asked Duan Yu in a low voice.
"With me here, how could anything happen?"
Duan Yu said with a smile.
"Brother Qiao, if you want to know everything, then you must wait and see."
Duan Yu said to Qiao Feng.
Qiao Feng nodded silently. Now, the only way for him to know his true identity was to wait and see.
The sky grew even darker, and the beggars lit a campfire, its light illuminating everyone.
Suddenly, the sound of hooves rang out; horses galloped from the north, followed by a whistle or two. Someone in the group responded with a whistle, and the horse galloped faster and faster, gradually approaching. Qiao Feng murmured, "What urgent situation has arisen?"
Before the horse reached them, another horse galloped from the east, but it was still far away, the sound of hooves indistinct, and it was unclear which direction it was heading.
In a short while, the northern horse reached the edge of the forest, and a man spurred his horse into the woods, dismounting. The man wore a wide-sleeved robe, his attire quite ornate. He quickly removed his outer garment, revealing the tattered beggar's clothing underneath.
The man approached the leader of the Daxin branch and respectfully presented a small package, saying, "Urgent military..."
He only managed to utter these four words before becoming breathless. Suddenly, the horse he had ridden let out a mournful neigh and collapsed to the ground, dying from exhaustion. The messenger swayed and then fell to the ground. Clearly, both man and horse were exhausted from their long journey.
The leader of the Daxin branch presented the small package to Qiao Feng, saying, "Urgent military intelligence from Western Xia. The messenger is accompanying Brother Yi Dabiao to Western Xia."
Qiao Feng took the package, opened it, and found a wax pellet inside. He crushed the wax pellet, took out a crumpled piece of paper, and was about to unfold it when he suddenly heard the rapid sound of hooves; the horse from the east had already galloped into the forest. As soon as the horse's head appeared in the forest, the passenger leaped down and shouted, "Qiao Feng, this is a message delivered by wax pellet! This is crucial military intelligence; you cannot look at it!" The man,
with his flowing white beard and wearing a patched-up, tattered garment, was an extremely old beggar.
After exchanging pleasantries with him, Qiao Feng saw waves of people arriving. Two fast horses entered the forest again, carrying an old man and an old woman; the man was short, while the woman was quite tall, a striking contrast.
Qiao Feng immediately exchanged more pleasantries, but his heart was heavy. What were the purposes of these people arriving wave after wave? He couldn't help but ponder this.
The sound of hooves rang out, and several more horses galloped in, this time at a slower pace. Soon, five more men appeared – the Five Heroes of Mount Tai. After them, a small sedan chair emerged from behind the trees, carried by two strong men who moved swiftly. They set the chair down in the woods, lifted the curtain, and a young woman dressed entirely in white mourning clothes stepped out. She bowed gracefully to Qiao Feng, saying, "The widow of Ma Men, of the Wen family, greets the Chief."
Not long after, an old monk in a grey robe emerged from behind an apricot tree. He was square-faced, with large ears, and a dignified appearance. It was the monk Zhiguang from Mount Tiantai! Qiao Feng was even more astonished upon seeing him.
He couldn't help but glance at Duan Yu, who returned the glance. Duan Yu nodded with certainty. Now the real show was about to begin. Duan Yu carefully observed the mastermind behind this charade: Madam Ma,
dressed entirely in white mourning clothes, delicate, charming, and petite! She had a petite and charming appearance, but Duan Yu knew that this person was truly as venomous as a snake.
"Brother, everyone is here now. You can ask them what the reason is."
Duan Yu's voice suddenly rang out. Everyone present heard it clearly, and they were all surprised, wondering what Duan Yu meant.
But Qiao Feng spoke up at this moment.
"Quan Guanqing, now you can reveal everything. Speak! My second brother once said that this time I was in great danger, and it was related to my origins. Now I want to know clearly what my origins are! Master Zhiguang, Elder Xu, you should know too, right?" Qiao Feng
said loudly.
"How could you know!"
Two exclamations rang out. One was from the monk Zhiguang of Tiantai Mountain, and the other was from Elder Xu, the old man who had initially stopped Qiao Feng from seeing the military intelligence.
"It seems my second brother didn't lie to me, but I still want to know what it is. I, Qiao Feng, have lived for so many years and only now do I know; I understand nothing,"
Qiao Feng said.
Immediately, everything began as if it were the plot of *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, with Madam Ma's letter providing evidence and the monk Zhiguang explaining Qiao Feng's origins in detail. Although Qiao Feng was prepared thanks to Duan Yu's reminder, he still hadn't expected his parents to suffer such a tragic fate. His poor mother had died a horrible death at Yanmen Pass.
When Qiao Feng heard the monk Zhiguang say that he had cut off the woman's arm and severed her head, Qiao Feng stopped him from saying anything more.
There was no need to say more; he already understood that the child was indeed himself, and all the mysteries were solved. Qiao Feng felt a heavy weight pressing on his heart.
"Who is the leader?"
Qiao Feng asked the monk Zhiguang. Qiao Feng's heart was pounding. Chief Wang was not his mentor, but his father's killer. And the leader was even more despicable.
"Qiao Feng, I will not tell you who the leader is,"
the monk Zhiguang said coldly.
"What a ridiculous battle at Yanmen Pass! How laughable! More than thirty years have passed, and you've kept it from my brother for thirty years. Does the leader really think no one knows?"
Duan Yu said loudly.
"Second brother, do you know who the leader is? Tell me who he is!"
Qiao Feng shouted.
"This man is none other than the renowned Murong Bo! Am I right, Master Zhiguang?"
Duan Yu said, waving his folding fan.
"You, how could you possibly know?"
Master Zhiguang looked at Duan Yu with astonishment.
"Murong Bo, it's actually Murong Bo!"
Qiao Feng felt that fate was playing tricks on him. Murong Bo had long since passed away, and he had no way to take revenge.
"Uncles and aunts, my late husband has unfortunately passed away. It is difficult to say who committed this heinous act at this time. But I think my late husband was honest and reliable, not good with words, and had no enemies in the martial arts world. I really can't understand why anyone would want to take his life. However, as the saying goes, 'Carelessness invites theft.' Is it because my late husband possessed something important that someone wanted to get it? Is it because someone was afraid that he would leak secrets and ruin important matters, so they wanted to kill him to silence him?" The
one who said this was Madam Ma, the widow of Ma Dayuan. The meaning of these words was crystal clear: they pointed directly to Qiao Feng as the murderer of Ma Dayuan, and the main purpose of the crime was to cover up the evidence that he was a Khitan.
"If you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place. I think you know better than Brother Qiao how Ma Dayuan died, Madam Ma,"
Duan Yu said with a wicked grin.
"Who are you? How could I possibly know who killed my husband!"
Madam Ma said timidly, her expression pitiful.
"Aunt Kang, you may not recognize me, but I know you perfectly well. My father is none other than Prince Duan Zhengchun of Dali. My father often mentions you."
Duan Yu's words struck Kang Min like a bolt from the blue. In ancient times, women were forbidden from having affairs with other men. Duan Zhengchun's philandering nature was common knowledge in the martial arts world.
Duan Yu looked at her expression and laughed inwardly. Kang Min, you might be able to handle Duan Zhengchun, but don't even think about trying to play tricks on me. A woman like this should be disciplined; not using SM would be a disservice to her! And I'm sorry, Guanyin! All the wolves in the world are watching.
Duan Yu had experienced Kang Min's vicious heart just like he had with Duan Zhengchun. This woman could be so ruthless for a new dress; she was truly a venomous woman. If she couldn't have something, she would find a way to destroy it. This woman was quite scheming. If Qiao Feng hadn't offended her, he wouldn't have gotten into so much trouble.
When the people around heard Duan Yu say that he was the son of the Prince of Dali, they were all shocked! Only now did they realize that Qiao Feng's second brother was not simple. A member of the royal family. Elder Xu and the others then took a closer look at Duan Yu. Because they arrived later, they had no idea that Duan Yu had just displayed his martial arts skills. They thought he was just a weak scholar.

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"Your father is Duan Zhengchun!"
Kang Min looked Duan Yu up and down.
Duan Yu clearly saw hatred and a hidden killing intent in her eyes! She was indeed as venomous as a snake; just hearing that he was Duan Zhengchun's son made her want to kill him. This woman could not be allowed to live. "We must find a way to get rid of this woman. However, she has a stunning figure; it would be a waste to let her go. But keeping her is troublesome. What to do?" Duan Yu pondered carefully. Suddenly, Duan Yu thought of a method: poison! This woman likes poison, so let her experience its power.
Besides, the Shishui Pavilion doesn't only have martial arts manuals; medical and poison classics also exist there. Duan Yu planned to use poison to control this woman. Thinking this, Duan Yu gave Kang Min a cold look.
"Why don't you believe my identity?"
Duan Yu said with a smile.
"I just didn't expect the young prince of Dali to be our leader's second brother,"
Madam Ma said softly.
"Is that so?"
Duan Yu smiled and said nothing more.
"Qiao Feng, now you should know why we rebelled against you. Since you are a Khitan, you can no longer be our leader!"
Quan Guanqing said coldly from the side.
"You rebelled against me because I am a Khitan,"
Qiao Feng shouted.
"Of course!"
Quan Guanqing replied firmly.
Upon seeing this, Qiao Feng didn't bother with further entanglement. His mind was in turmoil, and he didn't care about the Beggars' Sect position at all. However, he couldn't help feeling a little dejected. From a young age, Qiao Feng's ambition had been to defeat the Liao Dynasty, kill as many Khitans as possible, and drive out the Tartars. But now everything had suddenly changed; he was actually a Khitan, and he had been killing his own kin.
"Qiao Feng, you should relinquish this position as sect leader,"
said the five heroes of the Shan clan who had just arrived.
"I am deeply ashamed of my origins and background; I myself am not certain. But since so many seniors have testified, I must do my best to uncover the truth. The position of Beggars' Sect leader should naturally be relinquished to a more worthy person."
Saying this, he reached into a long bag on the outside of his right trouser leg and pulled out a crystal-clear green bamboo staff—the Beggars' Sect leader's token and the Dog-Beating Stick—holding it with both hands. He tossed it to Elder Bai Shijing.
"The green hills remain unchanged and the clear waters flow on forever. Now that I've stepped down as the gang leader, let's call it a day. See you all in the future."
Qiao Feng bowed to the Beggars' Sect members and prepared to leave with Duan Yu and the other three. Qiao Feng's resignation from the Beggars' Sect inevitably caused another stir. They hadn't expected things to be so complicated; their respected leader was actually a Khitan.
However, Madam Ma suddenly spoke up, "Poor Da Yuan, if it weren't for the leader's will, how could he have been murdered?"
Madam Ma's words were directly aimed at Qiao Feng.
"Aunt Kang, what do you mean by that? My Qiao Da's martial arts are incredibly powerful; he could easily defeat a thousand soldiers. If it really was my elder brother who did it, why would it be so complicated?"
Duan Yu scoffed, then quickly left with Qiao Feng and the other three.
"Elder brother, I'm sorry!"
Duan Yu suddenly said to Qiao Feng.
"Second brother, why do you say that? Even if you hadn't told me, the result would have been the same. It's just that my poor mother, I, Qiao Feng, only learned after so many years that I was actually a Khitan. It's a pity that I can never avenge my father."
Qiao Feng said.
"Brother Yu, is that leader really Master Murong?"
A'Zhu asked.
"Yes,"
Duan Yu nodded.
"I never expected it to be Master Murong."
A'Bi and the other girl exchanged a glance and remained silent. They were both adopted by Murong Bo, and it was hard to imagine that Murong Bo would do such a thing.
Duan Yu looked at their expressions but didn't say anything.
"Brother Qiao, what are your plans now?"
Duan Yu asked.
"My plans are to seek justice for my father,"
Qiao Feng said. "
In that case, I'll go with you, " Duan Yu said. "Second brother, what else do you know? Tell me all of that," Qiao Feng
said . "Alright, I'll tell you then. Brother, your enemy Murong Bo is not dead," Duan Yu said , surprising them. "Not dead! How is that possible! Who said he faked his death!" Qiao Feng exclaimed in shock. "That's right, that's exactly it!" Duan Yu said. Duan Yu's words surprised A'Bi and the other girl even more. Fake death! A shadow fell over their faces. They both thought of the same possibility: Master Murong was trying to escape. After Duan Yu and Qiao Feng walked a short distance out of the Apricot Grove, Duan Yu suddenly stopped. He said to Qiao Feng, "There's something else about the Apricot Grove that I didn't want to tell you, brother. But I know you might blame me if I don't." "What is it?" Qiao Feng asked, puzzled. "The people of the Western Xia First-Class Hall should have already started attacking the Apricot Grove by now," Duan Yu said. "The people of the Western Xia First-Class Hall! Since that's the case, second brother, you stay here. Although I'm a Khitan, we've had so many years of friendship. I'll go back and help them," Qiao Feng said. "Brother, there's no use going back. The people from the west have already spread 'Sad Breeze' in this apricot grove. It's a colorless and odorless poison gas, made from poisonous substances collected from the Joyful Valley of the Great Snow Mountain in Xixia. It's usually kept in a bottle. When used, the antidote is already stuffed into the nose. When the bottle is opened, the poison vaporizes and escapes like a gentle breeze. No matter how clever you are, you won't notice it until your eyes sting. The poison has already entered your brain. After being poisoned, tears flow like rain, hence the name 'Sad'. You can't move your whole body, hence the name 'Breathless'. The poison gas is colorless and odorless, hence the name 'Breeze'. Brother, you'll still be controlled even if you go back. Moreover, this time, the Xixia First-Class Hall has more than just them. There are many other experts there. The Four Evils are also here this time. The leader of the Four Evils is extremely wicked. He was originally the Crown Prince of Dali, Duan Yanqing. His One-Finger Divine Skill is extremely powerful. Moreover, this person is also proficient in other evil arts," Duan Yu said. "How do you know so much, Second Brother?" Qiao Feng asked, puzzled. "I've said before, I have the ability to foresee some things. If you don't believe me, just wait and you'll find out. Don't worry, I can guarantee the Beggars' Clan will be safe. You know the purpose of the Western Xia First-Class Hall coming to the Central Plains, Brother—to recruit experts, and the Beggars' Clan is exactly what they're after," Duan Yu said. Hearing this, Qiao Feng could only stop himself. "Let's do as Second Brother says." Qiao Feng could only trust Duan Yu now; Duan Yu had truly shocked him. He was an enigmatic person. Qiao Feng himself didn't know what to do. A'Zhu and the other two rolled their eyes. This Brother Yu was like this again. This time, even Wang Yuyan wouldn't have it. She grabbed Duan Yu's hand and said coquettishly, "Brother Yu, Brother Yu, just tell Yuyan how you know. Please!" "Yes! Brother Yu, tell us! Brother Yu!" A'Zhu and A'Bi also came over and pulled Duan Yu along. This time, our Duan Yu is truly enjoying a stroke of good fortune! If Wang Yuyan were in front of the original Duan Yu, who knows what she would look like? The seductive cries of the three beauties made Duan Yu's bones melt! However, Duan Yu remained unmoved, which enraged the three women. They all snorted coldly and switched to using their fists to attack him. They didn't even spare his feet, kicking his legs. Qiao Feng was greatly surprised to see the four of them! Little did he know that Duan Yu had gotten used to this over the past few days. Qiao Feng was sweating profusely! Women are indeed terrifying! Duan Yu saw Qiao Feng wiping his sweat and secretly smiled. "Brother! Brother! This isn't me stealing your beauties! It's you who didn't want them!" After the four of them played around for a while, Duan Yu suddenly told Qiao Feng that he had something to do. Qiao Feng hurriedly asked what was wrong! Duan Yu was clutching his stomach, and the three women rolled their eyes at him. Duan Yu chuckled and then ran towards the nearby woods. As soon as he entered the woods, Duan Yu used his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) and headed back to where he started. He wasn't afraid of the "Sad Breeze." His current goal wasn't to rescue anyone, but to cause trouble for someone—Kang Min! He absolutely couldn't let this person go. Damn it, he couldn't miss such a good opportunity. In no time, Duan Yu arrived at the starting point. Sure enough, it was now in chaos, filled with shouts and curses. Duan Yu carefully avoided these people under the cover of darkness, searching for his target. Finally, he spotted Kang Min among a group of people! The beggars were being watched by a group of people, forced to move in one direction. Although cursed by the "Sad Breeze," they had no choice but to proceed. Duan Yu took the lead and lay in ambush. As they passed by, when the group carrying Kang Min approached, Duan Yu suddenly tore off a piece of cloth and covered his face. Using Lingbo Weibu, he leaped forward, grabbed Kang Min, and ran. The speed of Lingbo Weibu was so fast that the others didn't even have time to react. Only after Kang Ming was captured did they realize what was happening and began shouting. Duan Yu led Kang Min to the woods and threw her to the ground, letting out a strange, cackling laugh. "Who are you? What do you want?" Kang Min asked in terror, staring at the grotesque man who had rescued her. "What do I want! What do you think I want?" Duan Yu, still grinning, ripped open Kang Min's clothes with a swift movement. Suddenly, a pill appeared in his hand, which he threw into Kang Min's mouth.

Suddenly, Kang Min's face flushed red, and her body began to heat up. She made soft moaning sounds. Hearing this, Duan Yu was puzzled. "Damn it, I didn't give her an aphrodisiac. What a fucking slut!" But Duan Yu enjoyed watching her act. He just stood there, not moving. This immediately made Kang Min realize something was wrong.
"Scream! Keep screaming! You fucking slut!"
Duan Yu said with a sneer.

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