[Wuxia] I Have a Harem in Tianlong (Complete) - 23

Chapter 148

Upon hearing this, Abi was greatly surprised. She was a clever and quick-witted girl; otherwise, she wouldn't have been chosen by the arrogant and conceited Murong Fu to be his maidservant. After a moment's thought, Abi knew the whole story. Moreover, the Penglai Sect had used a similar tactic before, so it wasn't difficult for her to guess the cause and effect.

Abi was simple-minded and had no good feelings towards this despicable Penglai Sect.

Chu Bawang and his companion were talking quietly, unnoticed by the others. At this moment, everyone was drawn to the voice of the fat man from Qin Family Village: "Your move is probably called 'Shameless, Backstabbing'!" Another middle-aged man laughed: "They were shameless to begin with.

The name of this move is excellent, apt, and sophisticated!"

His words were a mockery of Zhu Baokun's pockmarked face.

This perfectly illustrates the saying: being ugly isn't your fault, but being ugly and then scaring people is.

Although Abi disliked Zhu Baokun, who came from the despicable Penglai Sect, her kind nature prevented her from verbally attacking him. So she gently said, "Chief Yao, this is wrong of you."

Yao Bodang asked, "What?"

With Chu Bawang by her side, Abi wasn't particularly afraid of these martial arts masters. She gently replied, "Everyone has illnesses and injuries. A fall as a child might leave you with a limp, or a fight might result in losing an arm or an eye.

It's extremely common for martial arts practitioners to have sprains or bruises, isn't it?"

Yao Bodang could only nod.

Abi continued, "This gentleman suffered from a serious illness in his youth, and has some scars on his body. What's so funny about that?

A real man is judged first by his character and heart, second by his talent and career, and third by his literary and martial arts skills.

What does it matter if he's handsome or not?"

Yao Bodang was speechless for a moment, then laughed and said, "The young lady's words do make some sense.

So it seems I was the one making fun of you brothers."

Abi smiled sweetly and continued, "The old man readily admits his mistakes, which shows his uprightness."

She turned to Zhu Baokun and shook her head, saying, "No, that won't work."

As she said this, her expression was gentle and sympathetic, like an older sister seeing her younger brother struggling to do something beyond his capabilities, offering words of advice. Her tone was also very kind.

Zhu Baokun felt quite pleased when she said that injuries were commonplace for martial artists and that a true man should prioritize character and achievement. He had always been depressed about his pockmarked face and had never heard anyone offer such sincere and reasonable advice. When she finally said, "No, it won't work," he asked, "What did you say, young lady?"

He thought, "She said my 'Heavenly King Heart-Mending Needle' is no good?

She

doesn't know that this awl has twelve steel needles.

If I hadn't kept striking it repeatedly, I would have killed this old man long ago.

But I can't reveal it to Sima Lin ." "A mechanism."

Abi already knew his secret. Seeing that he was still pretending to be crazy but not wanting the Qingcheng Sect to be deceived by his tricks, she decided to expose him: "Your 'Heavenly King Heart-Mending Needle' is indeed an extremely domineering hidden weapon..."

Zhu Baokun's body trembled, and he subconsciously said "Oh." Sima Lin and the other two Qingcheng Sect experts exclaimed in unison: "What?"

Zhu Baokun's face changed. Anxious that his plan had been exposed, he explained: "Miss, you are wrong. This is not the Heavenly King Heart-Mending Needle.

This is a hidden weapon of our Qingcheng Sect, the fourth skill of the 'Qing' character, called 'Qing Bee Nail'." Chu Bawang smiled silently. He knew Abi's temperament, so he just watched the show from the sidelines. Anyway, with him around, no one could do anything to Abi unless someone like Tianshan Tonglao appeared. Otherwise, even if Murong Bo returned from Shaolin Temple, Chu Bawang wouldn't be afraid. During this time, Chu Bawang hadn't wasted a moment, and his skills had greatly improved. With his Overlord's Decree, Six Meridian Divine Sword, and other ultimate moves, he could fight against any master.

Abi smiled and said, "'Green Bee Nail' does look like that. The tools and techniques you used to launch this Heavenly King Heart-Mending Needle are exactly the same as Green Bee Nail. But the essence of a hidden weapon isn't in its appearance or launching posture, but in its power and trajectory.

If everyone throws a steel dart, the Shaolin School has its own strength, and the Kunlun School has its own strength. You can't force it."

"What are you doing..."

Abi trusted Chu Bawang completely, so whatever he said went. But before she could finish, Zhu Baokun couldn't contain himself any longer. His eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, and he swiftly raised the steel awl in his left hand to his chest. As soon as the hammer struck the end of the awl, a steel needle would shoot towards Abi.

Half of the onlookers gasped in surprise. They had just seen him shoot the needle at Yao Bodang with incredible speed and force, unmatched by any hidden weapon. Clearly, the steel awl was hollow and filled with... It must have had a powerful spring; otherwise, it would have been impossible for a human to do it. The curved tip of the cone made it impossible to imagine that a hidden weapon could be launched from it, yet the hollow tube inside was perfectly straight.

Luckily, Yao Bodang was quick-witted and agile, thus escaping death. If he had shot it at Abi again, how could such a delicate beauty have dodged it?

However, seeing her beauty, Zhu Baokun couldn't bring himself to kill her. Remembering her earlier defense of him, he felt grateful and shouted, "Girl, don't be so talkative; you'll only bring trouble upon yourself!" Just then, a man stepped forward to block Abi 's

path—it was Chu Bawang. Seeing that Zhu Baokun intended to harm Abi, he couldn't ignore it. However, he hadn't been enraged because Zhu Baokun had hesitated to act out of compassion; otherwise, Zhu Baokun would already be a corpse.

It was fortunate that Zhu Baokun had a change of heart because of Abi; otherwise, his life would have been tragically cut short! But since Zhu Baokun had attacked Abi, Chu Bawang wouldn't let him off so easily. "Get lost!" Zhu Baokun heard this sudden shout and found himself flying backward uncontrollably, crushing the chair behind him and suffering some minor injuries—only because Chu Bawang had shown mercy. Chu Bawang was using

his self-created Overlord Claw technique. Before anyone knew what was happening, the highly skilled Zhu Baokun was sent flying backward... Those in the know only saw Chu Bawang's left hand slightly bend. Because of his earlier angry outburst, everyone knew it was his doing, and they couldn't help but gasp. Those unaware might have thought he was attacking with sound, while those who knew were terrified by his unpredictable methods.

A slight bend in his hand rendered a master utterly defenseless; even Qiao Feng of the South wouldn't possess such skill.

Seeing Chu Bawang immediately stand before her to protect her, Abi felt a surge of sweetness in her heart, thinking, "Brother Chu cares about me a lot."

Having stayed by Murong Fu's side, she had witnessed the martial arts of various schools, but Chu Bawang's move was still incredibly moving. However, seeing that Chu Bawang was angry because she had almost been in danger, her heart felt as sweet as honey.

She wasn't angry at Zhu Baokun's attack, smiling slightly, "Master Zhu, thank you for not killing me.

The Qingcheng and Penglai sects have been enemies for generations.

What you're plotting, your sect's seventh-generation leader, Daoist Haifengzi, tried more than eighty years ago."

His talent and martial arts skills are probably no less than yours.

So even if you kill me, it won't do you any good."

She didn't say another sentence aloud, "With Brother Chu here, you can't kill me."

Upon hearing these words, the Qingcheng Sect members all turned their gazes to Zhu Baokun, glaring fiercely, all filled with suspicion: "Could he actually be a member of our mortal enemy, the Penglai Sect, infiltrated into our sect?

How come he speaks with a Sichuan accent, without a trace of his Shandong accent?"

"Green Bee Nail" is the unique hidden weapon of the Qingcheng Sect, while "Heavenly King Heart-Mending Needle" is a skill of the Penglai Sect.

Zhu Baokun clearly used "Green Bee Nail," but Abi called it "Heavenly King Heart-Mending Needle," which greatly alarmed the entire Qingcheng Sect.

It's known that both the Penglai and Qingcheng Sects strictly adhere to the rule of not accepting anyone who isn't from Shandong, especially those from eastern Shandong. Even those from western or southern Shandong face immense difficulty in joining the Penglai Sect.

While a person can easily disguise themselves without revealing their identity, their regional accent will inevitably give them away in a thousand sentences.

Zhu Baokun comes from the Zhu family of Guanxian County in western Sichuan, a prominent and powerful family in western Sichuan. How could he be a disciple of the Penglai Sect?

Everyone truly couldn't believe it. Sima Lin had previously asked Wang Yuyan to guess his lineage, merely as a challenge for the young girl, without any suspicion of Zhu Baokun. Who would have thought

he would receive such a shocking answer?

The most astonished of all was naturally Zhu Baokun.

It turned out his master was called Duling Daoren, who, in his youth, had suffered a great loss at the hands of the Qingcheng Sect and had been plotting revenge, secretly observing various parts of Sichuan, searching for an opportunity to exploit the Qingcheng Sect.

That year, he met Zhu Baokun in Guanxian. At that time, Zhu Baokun was still a child, but his talent was exceptional, truly a worthy candidate for martial arts. Thus, he devised a plan.

He ordered his men to impersonate notorious bandits, infiltrate the Zhu family home, bind the head of the household, plunder the property, and then draw their swords to kill the entire family to silence them. They also intended to rape the Zhu family's two daughters.

Duling Daoren had been waiting outside, and only at the most critical moment did he step forward, driving away the group of fake bandits, recovering all the valuables, and ensuring the two Zhu family daughters' chastity was preserved.

The head of the Zhu family was naturally extremely grateful, moved to tears.

Du Lingzi, using words to persuade them, said, "Without superior martial arts, even with immense wealth, one is still vulnerable to being bullied by thieves. These bandits are quite skilled; having suffered this setback, they will inevitably return."

The Zhu family, a prominent and influential family in the area, were terrified when they saw their hired martial arts instructors easily defeated by the thieves. Hearing that the thieves would soon return, they begged Du Lingzi to take them in.

Du Lingzi feigned reluctance before reluctantly agreeing, and soon after, Zhu Baokun became his disciple.

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Aside from his deliberate enmity with the Qingcheng Sect, Du Lingzi was not a bad person, and his martial arts skills were also quite remarkable.

He instructed the Zhu family to keep his secret and secretly taught Zhu Baokun martial arts. Ten years later, Zhu Baokun had become one of the most prominent figures in the Penglai Sect.

This Du Lingzi was truly patient. After settling in the Zhu family's residence, he immediately pretended to be mute, never uttering a single word to anyone. When teaching Zhu Baokun martial arts, aside from demonstrating the postures, all his instructions and explanations were written down, never uttering a single word of Shandong dialect.

Therefore, although Zhu Baokun had lived with him day and night for ten years, he had never heard a single word of Shandong dialect.

Once Zhu Baokun had mastered his martial arts, Du Lingzi wrote down the whole story, letting his disciple decide for himself. Naturally, the part about pretending to be a thief was omitted.

In Zhu Baokun's heart, his master was not only his family's savior, but also someone who had treated him with profound kindness over the past ten years, imparting all the martial arts of the Penglai Sect to him. He was already deeply grateful, and upon understanding his master's intentions, he did not hesitate for a moment and immediately went to join the Qingcheng Sect under the tutelage of Sima Wei, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect.

This Sima Wei was Sima Lin's father.

At that time, Zhu Baokun was already quite old, and he claimed to have learned some rudimentary martial arts from the guards in his household. Sima Wei initially refused to accept him.

However, the Zhu family was a wealthy and powerful family in western Sichuan. Although the Qingcheng Sect was a martial arts sect, it was still rooted in western Sichuan and the Sima Wei did not want to sever ties with the local powerful families. They also wanted to take a member of the Zhu family as a disciple to enhance the sect

's prestige, so they agreed. After Zhu Baokun began learning martial arts, the Sima Wei found that his skills were indeed quite good. After questioning him several times, Zhu Baokun always made up a story based on Du Lingzi's prior instructions.

Sima Wei, out of respect for his father, did not pursue the matter too much, thinking that it was already quite remarkable for a young man from a wealthy family to have learned such skills.

After joining the Qingcheng Sect, Zhu Baokun received detailed guidance from Du Lingzi, who instructed him on which Qingcheng martial arts techniques he needed to study diligently.

During festivals, he would give extremely generous gifts to his master, senior brothers, and fellow disciples. Whatever his master needed, he would promptly fulfill it without waiting for a word, as his family had plenty of money, making everything easy.

Sima Wei felt indebted and therefore never held back in teaching him martial arts. After seven or eight years, Zhu Baokun had mastered all the Qingcheng techniques.

Three or four years prior, Du Lingzi had ordered him to travel to Penglai Mountain in Shandong to demonstrate the Qingcheng martial arts, so that he could fully understand the enemy's secrets and then destroy the Qingcheng sect in one fell swoop.

However, after years under the Qingcheng sect, Zhu Baokun felt that Sima Wei treated him with great kindness, teaching him martial arts as he would any other close disciple. The thought of personally destroying the Qingcheng sect and killing Sima Wei's entire family was too much to bear. He secretly resolved, "I must wait until Master Sima Wei passes away before I can act.

Senior Brother Sima Lin has treated me only so-so; killing him wouldn't be a big deal."

Therefore, he delayed for several more years.

Despite Du Lingzi's repeated urging, Zhu Baokun always made excuses, saying that he hadn't fully mastered the "Nine Strikes of Qing" and the "Eighteen Breaks of Cheng" from the Qingcheng School.

Du Lingzi, having invested so much effort, was unwilling to let it all go to waste and only dared to challenge him once he had fully grasped their secrets.

However, last winter, near Baidi City in eastern Sichuan, Sima Wei was killed when someone used the "Breaking Moon Cone" technique from the "Twelve Breaks of Cheng" to pierce his eardrum . The internal force penetrated deep into his brain.

Although the "Breaking Moon Cone" technique has "cone" in its name, it doesn't actually use a steel cone; instead, it involves using five fingers to form a sharp cone shape and thrusting out with powerful internal force to pierce the enemy's eardrum.

Sima Lin and Zhu Baokun received the news in Chengdu and rushed over overnight. Upon examining Sima Wei's injuries, both were shocked and grieved, realizing that besides Sima Wei himself, only Sima Lin, Zhu Baokun, and two other senior masters in their school could use the "Breaking Moon Cone" technique.

At the time of the incident, all four were clearly in Chengdu and happened to be together, so none of them were suspects.

Therefore, the murderer of Sima Wei could only be the Murong clan of Gusu, who were known for their "an eye for an eye" approach.

The Qingcheng Sect immediately mobilized its entire force, gathering all its masters, to seek revenge on the Murong clan in Rusu.

Before leaving, Zhu Baokun secretly asked Du Lingzi if the Penglai Sect was behind it.

Du Lingzi wrote: "Sima Wei's martial arts are roughly equal to mine. If I were to use a sneak attack, only the Heavenly King Heart-Mending Needle could kill him.

If he were attacked by multiple people, we would need to use our sect's Iron Crutch Formation."

Zhu Baokun thought this was correct. He now knew that neither of his two masters could defeat the other in terms of martial arts prowess. As for using the "Moon-Breaking Cone" to kill Sima Wei, even if Du Lingzi knew this skill, he couldn't surpass Sima Wei's skill.

Therefore, he had no doubt and followed Sima Lin to Jiangnan to seek revenge.

Du Lingzi did not stop him, only telling him to be careful in everything, to gain more experience and knowledge, and not to needlessly throw his life away for the Qingcheng Sect.

Upon arriving in Suzhou, the group inquired around and finally reached Tingxiang Water Pavilion, where the bandits of Qin Family Village from Yunzhou had already arrived.

The Qingcheng Sect had very strict rules; without the sect leader's order, no one dared to speak or act recklessly. Seeing the chaotic state of the Qin Family Village bandits, they all looked down on them, and their words were quite impolite. Still relying on their hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's lower body realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large particle protrusions, close to the female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

The Qingcheng Sect, focused on revenge, didn't disturb a single blade of grass or tree in the Tingxiang Pavilion, and even brought their own rations.

This ironically benefited them, as they didn't get to taste Old Gu's spittle and muddy hands.

The sudden arrival of Chu Bawang and his companion caused a dramatic change.

Zhu Baokun's use of the Qingcheng technique to launch "Green Bee Nails" went unnoticed even by Sima Wei, but Chu Bawang saw through it immediately. After informing Abi, the kind-hearted Abi immediately recognized it.

Caught off guard, Zhu Baokun tried to kill her to silence her, but a moment of mercy caused him to hesitate, and it was too late.

Moreover, since Sima Lin and the others had overheard the words "Heavenly King's Heart-Mending Needle," even killing Wang Yuyan would be futile, only revealing his guilty conscience.

At that moment, Zhu Baokun was drenched in cold sweat, his mind a jumbled mess. Turning around, he saw Sima Lin and the others, their hands tucked into their sleeves, glaring at him fiercely.

Sima Lin coldly said, "Master Zhu, so you're from the Penglai Sect?"

He no longer addressed Zhu Baokun as his junior brother, but instead as "Master Zhu," clearly no longer considering him a fellow disciple.

Zhu Baokun was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to admit it or not, his expression extremely awkward.

Having witnessed Chu Bawang's martial arts prowess, he dared not silence Abi any longer. Having infiltrated the Qingcheng Sect for many years, he was no fool and knew that Chu Bawang had already shown mercy.

Sima Lin's eyes widened, and he roared, "You infiltrated the Qingcheng Sect, learned the 'Moon-Breaking Cone' technique, and then killed my father!

You heartless scoundrel, you're utterly ruthless!" He

spread his arms wide, already gripping the Thunder God's Twin Blades.

He thought, since Zhu Baokun had learned his sect's skills, he would teach them to the masters of the Penglai Sect.

Although Zhu Baokun was indeed in Chengdu when his father died, since the Penglai Sect had learned this technique, anyone could use it to harm his father.

Zhu Baokun's face turned ashen. He thought that his master, Du Lingzi, had sent him to infiltrate the Qingcheng Sect with this intention, but so far, he had indeed not revealed a single bit of Qingcheng Sect martial arts.

Now that things had come to this, how could he explain himself?

It seemed that a fierce battle was imminent. The enemy outnumbered him, and Sima Lin and the other two masters were no less skilled than him. Seeing that his life was in danger, he thought, "Although I did not do this, I have always harbored thoughts of betraying my master. Even if I am killed by the Qingcheng Sect, it will be my just deserts."

He steeled his heart and said, "I did not kill my master..."

Sima Lin shouted, "Of course you did not do it yourself, but this skill was taught by you. What difference is there between that and you doing it yourself?"

He said to the two tall, thin old men beside him, "Uncle Jiang, Uncle Meng, when dealing with this kind of traitor, we don't need to follow the rules of one-on-one combat in the martial arts world. Let's attack together."

The two old men nodded, and their hands emerged from their sleeves, each holding a cone in their left hand and a hammer in their right, surrounding him from the left and right.

Zhu Baokun retreated a few steps, leaning his back against a large pillar in the hall to avoid being attacked from both sides.

Sima Lin shouted, "Kill this traitor and avenge my father!"

He charged forward, raising his hammer to strike Zhu Baokun's head.

Zhu Baokun dodged to the side, returning a blow with his left hand.

The old man surnamed Jiang shouted, "You traitorous villain, how dare you use our school's martial arts!"

He thrust his left-hand hammer into Zhu Baokun's throat, while his right hand struck three times with a "Phoenix Nodding" hammer.

The bandits of Qin Family Village, seeing the old man surnamed Jiang wielding his hammer with such skill and the strangeness of his moves, were all filled with curiosity.

Yao Bodang and the others nodded secretly, thinking, "The Qingcheng Sect's reputation in western Sichuan is truly well-deserved."

Sima Lin was anxious for his father's revenge, and his moves were too reckless. Zhu Baokun could still handle him, but the two old men, Jiang and Meng, used the four key principles of the Qingcheng Sect—"steadiness, ruthlessness, cunning, and poison"—attacking with cones and hammers, each move aimed at his vital points. Zhu Baokun was on the defensive, and in an instant, he was in grave danger.

Zhu Baokun knew every move of their steel cones and small hammers by heart. After watching one move, he could predict the next three or four moves.

It was only because of this that he managed to fight three opponents alone and hold on, exchanging more than ten more blows. Suddenly, a pang of sadness struck him, and he thought to himself, "Master Sima has truly treated me well. I know every single move that my senior brother and my two uncles, Meng Jiang, used.

When practicing and exchanging moves, they deliberately held back, not revealing their most crucial skills. Now, in this life-or-death struggle, the three of them are naturally giving it their all. It's clear that the Qingcheng School's skills have truly reached their peak."

He was grateful for his master's kindness and couldn't help but shout, "Master, I definitely didn't kill you..."

In that moment of distraction, Sima Lin had already pounced within a foot of him.

The weapons used by the Qingcheng School are extremely short and small, their strength lying entirely in close-quarters combat.

If Sima Lin had pounced close to his opponent, he could say he already had a 70-80% chance of winning, but Zhu Baokun's martial arts were exactly the same as his, so the advantage was equal for both sides.

Under the candlelight, the onlookers were dazzled. Sima Lin and Zhu Baokun's attacks were incredibly fast, their hands flailing wildly. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged seven or eight blows, thrusting and parrying with steel cones and striking with small hammers, both seemingly driven mad.

However, their techniques were highly refined; they naturally blocked and countered each other's attacks.

Both were taught by the same master, their techniques identical. Sima Lin was young and strong, while Zhu Baokun was more experienced.

Dozens of moves passed in an instant. The onlookers only heard the clanging of weapons; they couldn't discern how the two were attacking or defending.

Chapter 150: Unpredictable and Unpredictable Overlord's Claw

. Seeing that Sima Lin was unable to gain the upper hand, the two elders, Meng Jiang and Meng Jiang, suddenly whistled in unison, rolled on the ground, and attacked Zhu Baokun's lower body.

Those who use short weapons, except for women, are generally skilled in ground fighting, rolling and leaping on the ground, leaving their enemies helpless.

Zhu Baokun was already familiar with the "Thunderous Strike" technique, but after dealing with Sima Lin's hammer and awl, he had no energy left to fight the two elders, Jiang and Meng, and could only dodge and leap.

Elder Jiang's hammer struck from left to right, while Elder Meng's steel awl thrust from the right.

Zhu Baokun kicked Elder Meng's jaw with his left foot.

Elder Meng cursed, "You little bastard, are you going to fight to the death?"

and stepped aside.

Elder Jiang pressed forward, his small hammer sweeping rapidly, and at that moment, Sima Lin's small hammer was also about to strike his forehead.

In a split second, Zhu Baokun weighed the pros and cons, raising his hammer to block Sima Lin's hammer, while his left leg took the full force of Elder Jiang's blow.

Although the hammers were small, their striking force was truly formidable. Zhu Baokun felt a pain that pierced to the bone, and for a moment he didn't know if his left leg was broken. With a clang, the two hammers clashed, and a burst of light erupted. He cried out "Ah!" as his left leg was struck again by Old Man Meng's cone.

He could have dodged this blow, but if he had, the "Thunder God Strikes the Ground" attack from Jiang and Meng would have formed an "Earth Mother Thunder Net," making it unstoppable. Since he wasn't sure if his left leg was broken, he decided to endure the blow from the steel cone.

Within a few exchanges, blood splattered from his leg, staining the whitewashed walls.

Chu Bawang saw that Abi was frowning and pouting, knowing she disliked the brawl that had dirtied the elegant house. He smiled slightly, wondering how long she could endure it. After all, this was her place, and he couldn't just attack without a legitimate reason.

Zhu Baokun unleashed his "Li Cunxiao Fights the Tiger" move, striking twice with a clang, which just barely deflected the two hammer blows from Sima Lin and Old Man Jiang. He then turned and staggered back three steps, narrowly avoiding Old Man Jiang's three ambushes. Old Man

Jiang's ambush move, using both a cone and a hammer, consisted of three consecutive strikes, making it extremely insidious and ruthless.

Zhu Baokun's three steps were like a drunkard stumbling, haphazard and disorganized, yet each one narrowly avoided the opponent's vicious attacks. It was as if the two had practiced beforehand and were simply showing off their skills.

The three ambushes were already quite ingenious, and the evasions were exquisitely precise.

The Qin Family Village bandits watched with rapt attention; each time Zhu Baokun dodged an attack, they cheered. After three consecutive evasions, the bandits cheered loudly.

The Qingcheng Sect members, whose faces were already grim, looked even more displeased.

When Zhu Baokun performed these three "Zhang Guolao riding a donkey backwards" steps, he hadn't considered the consequences. His mind was a complete blur, but he felt that whether he lived or died, he had already thrown his life into the wind. He hadn't expected that the completely different martial arts of the Qingcheng and Penglai sects could be combined and used to evade these three dangerous moves.

His shock was far greater than that of the Qin Family Village and Qingcheng Sect members.

Without a second thought, Zhu Baokun blocked his way with his small hammer and steel awl. At that moment, Sima Lin and Old Man Meng simultaneously thrust their awls at him.

The three attacked at the same time, but to onlookers, it appeared as if Zhu Baokun had sealed off his defenses first, while Sima Lin and Old Man Meng, despite seeing no opening, still exerted considerable effort to use a useless move, thrusting their steel awls at his hammer. With a clang, both awls bounced off.

Without further hesitation, Zhu Baokun lowered his body and thrust his awl diagonally in a backhand motion.

Old Man Jiang, who was about to rush forward to attack his rear, never expected this awl to strike from that direction.

The "Winding Path to Seclusion" move was a Qingcheng School martial art, which Old Man Jiang knew intimately. Such a thrust was completely contrary to the fundamental principles of his school's martial arts. If Zhu Baokun had used it during regular practice, Old Man Jiang would have laughed heartily.

But with this unreasonable thrust, Old Man Jiang, as if about to commit suicide, rushed forward, bringing his body close to the steel cone. Knowing it was bad, he couldn't stop in time; with a soft thud, the cone pierced his waist.

He swayed and fell to the ground.

Two members of the Qingcheng Sect rushed out and helped him back.

Sima Lin cursed, "Zhu Baokun, you bastard! You personally injured Uncle Jiang, so it's no longer a lie, is it?"

Sima Lin angrily retorted, "If you have the ability, then kill me!"

Zhu Baokun's move, "Moonlight Crossing Dongting Lake," was originally a long, graceful stride, as if flying through the air. However, after suffering two wounds to his left leg, he limped as he took his steps, no longer resembling Lü Chunyang, but a true Iron-Crutch Li.

But this limp had its advantages; Sima Lin's two consecutive cone strikes missed completely.

Following the move "Han Zhongli Discusses the Dao in the Jade Cave," Sima Lin twisted his left leg, leaned to the left, and used his right hand, holding a small awl like a fan, to sweep out horizontally. Just then, Old Man Meng delivered his head forward.

With a thud, the awl struck Old Man Meng's mouth, knocking more than ten teeth to the ground. He screamed and jumped in pain, throwing away his weapon, clutching his mouth with both hands, and collapsing to the ground.

Sima Lin was secretly alarmed, unsure whether to continue the fight or temporarily cease hostilities and plan revenge later.

Seeing how ingenious the two moves Wang Yuyan had just taught him were, he realized that Old Man Meng would pounce on Zhu Baokun's right side after three moves, and Zhu Baokun's horizontal thrust of his small hammer at that moment had struck Old Man Meng's mouth.

Unfortunately, Zhu Baokun's left leg was lame, so his "Han Zhongli Discusses the Dao in the Jade Cave" became "Tieguai Li Discusses the Dao in the Jade Cave." His small hammer was thrown diagonally; otherwise, a direct strike would have missed by several inches. The precision of his calculations and the accuracy of his predictions were truly astonishing.

Suddenly, Abi said, "Master Zhu, you are a disciple of the Penglai Sect. It was extremely wrong of you to infiltrate the Qingcheng Sect to steal martial arts.

I trust that you didn't harm Master Sima Wei. Even if you taught other skilled fighters, you could never use the 'Moon-Breaking Cone' move to kill Master Sima.

But stealing martial arts is still your fault. Quickly apologize to Master Sima, and that will be enough."

Chu Bawang could only laugh off Abi's naiveté.

Zhu Baokun thought this was true, especially since she had saved his life; he had escaped danger entirely thanks to the few moves she had taught him. He couldn't disobey her orders, so he immediately bowed deeply to Sima Lin and said, "Sect Leader, it was my fault..."

Sima Lin stepped aside and cursed fiercely, "You bastard, how dare you call me Sect Leader?"

Zhu Baokun's heart skipped a beat, and he leaped up several feet into the air. He heard a series of hissing sounds as more than ten green bee nails shot past his feet in the blink of an eye. If Wang Yuyan hadn't warned him, and if she hadn't called out the move "Ao You Dong Hai," he would have been focused on the enemy if he had only been told to "beware of hidden weapons." He never expected Sima Lin to fire green bee nails from his sleeve, and it was too late to dodge.

Sima Lin's "Sleeve Universe" skill was a family secret of the Qingcheng Sect, passed down only to sons, not disciples.

This was a rule of the Sima family, and neither the two elders, Meng and Jiang, knew it. Sima Wei didn't pass it on to his sons and grandsons; it was merely following ancestral teachings and couldn't be considered a secret.

Little did they know that Sima Lin remained completely expressionless, his hands merely tucking together in his sleeves to secretly activate the mechanism of the "Green Bee Nail."

Elder Meng's teeth were knocked out by the small hammer, three of which he swallowed in the chaos.

He was old, but his eyesight was still sharp and his teeth strong, something he had always been proud of. Now, losing a tooth meant losing another, and with no dentures to replace them, he was deeply saddened.

Seeing the chaotic fight that had broken all the furniture in the room, Abi stamped her foot in annoyance and said, "Stop fighting! You've ruined all of my sister Azhu's things!" Seeing that the fighting showed no signs of stopping, she said to Chu Bawang, "I really can't stand them anymore! If my sister Azhu knew, she would be furious. Brother Chu, could you throw them all out?"

She didn't know if Chu Bawang could actually throw all these experts out, but she trusted him not to disappoint her.

Now that Abi had spoken, Chu Bawang naturally wouldn't stand idly by. He stood in a high horse stance, feet shoulder-width apart, arms raised to shoulder height, straight out in a straight line, then extended forward, palms down, fingers spread and straight. A continuous flow of energy from his dantian surged to his fingertips like water. His hands then clenched into claws, and an invisible shield of energy emanated from them, instantly enveloping everyone. While the fighting was still in full swing, they suddenly felt frozen in place. Even with all their strength, they couldn't break free from this invisible bondage. Most people harbor a fearful sense of mystery towards the unknown, and suddenly everyone turned pale with fright, unable to resist their fear. In just a moment, they felt their bodies completely out of control, flying out of the house. Seeing that the door was too small to accommodate everyone, Chu Bawang thought for a moment, twisted his hands, and then separated them. The invisible energy shield split into two, one large and one small. The larger one rolled out of the door, while the smaller one flew out of the window. When Abi walked out of the door, she saw a group of people lying on the ground, all terrified. They had never witnessed such unpredictable skill; they felt that no technique was effective, and they were being thrown around. They felt frustrated and listless, but even more so, terrified. Even after standing up, their legs were still trembling, and they didn't even have the courage to look Chu Bawang in the eye.

"I don't want to kill anyone today. You can leave," Chu Bawang said, his blue robes fluttering even without wind. His voice was chilling, sending shivers down everyone's spines. They looked at Chu Bawang as if he were a demon king from hell.

Seeing how imposing King Chu was, Abi's eyes sparkled with admiration, her little face beaming with pride, as if to say: See? You didn't listen to me, so I'll have Brother Chu drive you all away.

Yao Bodang and Sima Lin, being highly skilled in martial arts, were the first to recover, but they couldn't hide their shock. Their group of over ten people, while not reaching the pinnacle of martial arts, were still renowned masters in the martial world—some were leaders of their sects, others elders—yet this person had rendered them utterly powerless. He hadn't even moved, yet he had rendered them completely defenseless. How powerful was he?

How unfathomable?

Perhaps even the Shaolin Temple, renowned for its martial arts, had no one who had reached this level?

Even the leader of the Beggars' Sect, one of the two greatest martial arts masters in the world, didn't possess such unpredictable abilities.

Although Chief Qiao's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were masterful, they could still withstand a few blows and wouldn't be completely helpless. But this person before them was truly terrifying. Appearances can be deceiving; this was the deepest realization Yao Bodang and Sima Lin had come to.

Both men were terrified and dared not be arrogant anymore. They exchanged a glance, as if confirming their suspicions. Seeing the same surprise in each other's eyes, they bowed in unison and said, "May I ask if you are Young Master Murong? We were blind to your greatness earlier; please forgive us, Young Master Murong, and do not blame us." Their tone was extremely respectful, like grandsons meeting their grandfather. Strength determines everything; this principle remains unchanged even after thousands of years.

This also shows that Murong Fu indeed has some reputation in the martial arts world; everyone fears him.

The highest martial artist in Yanziwu is probably Murong Fu alone, but they received news that Murong Fu was out and hadn't returned. Could there be another hidden master in Yanziwu?

Or was Murong Fu not out on business at all but spreading false information to deceive them?

Could this be a trap, designed to wipe them all out?

The two men, who thought themselves clever, were secretly alarmed. Fortunately, they hadn't yet launched a full-scale attack on Yanziwu, or they would have been finished here today!

Chapter 151

Yao Bodang and Sima Lin were both terrified and no longer dared to be arrogant. They exchanged glances, as if confirming their guesses. They saw the same surprise in each other's eyes and couldn't help but bow and say, "May I ask if you are Young Master Murong? We were blind to your greatness just now. Please forgive us, Young Master Murong, and do not blame us." Their tone was very respectful, no longer as arrogant and self-important as before.

The fact that Chu Bawang had just displayed his mastery of various martial arts styles and his unfathomable skill conveyed a crucial message to everyone: this person must be Murong Fu. Among the most renowned young masters in the martial arts world, there was none other than Qiao Feng of the South and Murong Fu of the North. Qiao Feng, with his high nose, wide mouth, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, clearly didn't match this man. Moreover, many among the crowd had seen Qiao Feng, but despite Murong Fu's immense fame, few had actually seen his face. These were all minor figures. Murong Fu was arrogant and focused on recruiting top masters, so it was understandable that he looked down on them. These people, fearing Murong Fu's reputation, usually dared not come to cause trouble. They only dared to come now because they had learned that Murong Fu wasn't at Yanziwu. Now that they had seen Murong Fu "in person" and witnessed his martial arts, they naturally dared not act rashly again. Especially after Abi's earlier statement, "I am the master here, and you dare ask me where I come from? Isn't that laughable?"

, this further confirmed Yao Bodang and Sima Lin's suspicions.

Once again being mistaken for Murong Fu, the King of Chu couldn't help but smile helplessly. Were there really so few young masters in Tianlong?

Or did he have some connection with that Murong Fu fellow? Murong Fu wasn't even qualified to carry his shoes. In terms of noble blood, he was merely a descendant of a minor Yan state, while the King of Chu was a direct descendant of Xiang Yu, the King of Western Chu. Even the Yan state was Xiang Yu's directly controlled territory. In the King of Chu's eyes, Murong Fu was nothing.

Before the King of Chu could even deny it, a very strange voice said, "No, no, this boy is not Young Master Murong, and Young Master Murong is not this boy."

Abi, hearing this voice, exclaimed joyfully, "Is Uncle Bao here?"

"No, no, it's not Uncle Bao."

The King of Chu knew this person must be Bao Butong, one of Murong Fu's five major retainers, but Bao Butong's voice was indeed strange and laughable.

Wang Yuyan laughed, "Aren't you Uncle Bao?

Before he even arrived, 'No, no, no' has already come."

The voice said, "No, no, no, I'm not Uncle Bao."

Abi laughed, "No, no, no, then who are you?"

The voice said, "Brother Murong calls me 'Third Brother,' but you call me 'Uncle.'

No, no, no!

You've got it wrong!"

If Abi had heard Bao Butong say this before meeting Chu Bawang, she would have blushed, but now her expression was very calm, even a little annoyed, as if she didn't want Chu Bawang to know... She claimed to have no connection whatsoever with Murong Fu, and addressed Bao Butong as "Uncle Bao" to make her feelings clear to the King of Chu. Previously, the King of Chu had assumed she liked Murong Fu, and she might have tacitly agreed, but now she didn't want that. She smiled and said, "Aren't you coming out?"

Bao Butong replied, "Miss Abi, even if you didn't call me, I would have come out. How can I turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to someone impersonating Brother Murong?" He was a tall, thin middle-aged man in a grey robe, with a stubborn and unruly expression on his face.

Abi stepped forward and smiled, "Third Brother Bao, I thought you weren't coming back, and I was really worried. I

didn't expect you to come again! That's wonderful, wonderful!"

Yao Bodang and Sima Lin, seeing that Abi and Bao Butong knew each other, and that Bao Butong had said the King of Chu wasn't Murong Fu, were momentarily confused about who was telling the truth and looked at each other awkwardly.

Chu Bawang said, "Murong Fu is nothing, does he deserve it?"

His tone was arrogant and disrespectful, but everyone was so impressed by Chu Bawang's martial arts skills that they found his words sounding natural, as if the famous Murong Fu was no match for Chu Bawang. This was the general sentiment, but Bao Butong, who had never witnessed Chu Bawang's abilities, dared not agree. The Murong family's reputation was not to be insulted. To him, Chu Bawang was clearly looking down on his Murong family, how could he not be furious?

"Haha, what are you saying, brat?

How dare you slander our young master?

I'm so angry, take this!" Bao Butong laughed instead of getting angry, muttering, "Bold brat, bold brat!"

Suddenly, he stepped forward and grabbed at Chu Bawang's left arm.

Compared to the others present, Bao Butong was indeed more skilled. He was quite confident in his abilities, so when he saw Chu Bawang not dodging his attacks, he assumed Chu Bawang was intimidated and secretly scorned him, thinking, "Brother Murong, do you think you can offend me?"

Just as Chu Bawang was about to be grabbed by Bao Butong, a sharp "swoosh" sound rang out, and a foot kicked towards his chest.

Because of Abi, Chu Bawang didn't use his internal energy, but the speed was still extremely fast, and the force was considerable.

Bao Butong could naturally feel the force of that kick and reached out to block it.

The foot retracted as soon as it touched him, then kicked again from another direction, which Bao Butong blocked again.

But then, a series of "bangs" echoed as Chu Bawang's leg, like a nimble hand, attacked from all sorts of unimaginable angles. Bao

Butong was left only with defensive capabilities, completely powerless to retaliate.

It was only because Xiang Yu's kicks were too fast that often, just as one kick was blocked, before one could catch one's breath, his next kick would come flying.

Moreover, the force behind each of his kicks was immense, and since legs are inherently much stronger than arms, Bao Butong's arms were already aching and numb from the constant blocking, causing him to inwardly groan.

But the King of Chu's kick grew faster and faster, until only countless leg shadows could be seen flying, making it impossible to discern the actual kick.

It turned out that the King of Chu remembered the Foshan Shadowless Kick he had learned from movies, inspired by Wong Fei-hung. Following the movements in the movies, he made Bao Butong utterly helpless, kicking with increasing ease and skill, gradually removing some of the flashy moves from the films, making the technique even more powerful and faster. The King of Chu even suspected that this was the true Foshan Shadowless Kick.

Perhaps Wong Fei-hung's training back then wasn't thorough enough, lacking refinement.

"Brother Bao, please stop fighting! You can't beat Brother Chu! Oh, Brother Chu, please don't hurt Brother Bao!"

Wang Yuyan cried out, seeing Bao Butong's critical condition. Seeing it was no use, she pleaded with Chu Bawang for mercy.

As soon as she finished speaking, a "smack" was heard, and Bao Butong was thrown back, grimacing and rubbing his chest.

It turned out he hadn't retreated on his own, but rather his arms were no longer able to block, and he had been kicked away by Chu Bawang's "Shadowless Kick."

Chu Bawang patted his lone leg with his sleeve, a gesture full of disdain, then retracted his leg and placed his heel on the chair, which immediately crumbled. He then smiled at Bao Butong and said, "Although Murong Fu has some fame, his martial arts are really nothing to brag about. If you are not convinced, you can let him make a move." Although Murong Fu was learned, his internal strength was not very strong, and his broad knowledge without depth meant that he had no skills to show when facing a master. His only strength was his family's Canhe Finger, which would undoubtedly defeat Murong Fu against the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Azhu hurriedly said, "Brother Chu, don't be angry. Brother Bao is just like that; he enjoys arguing and always manages to offend someone!"

Chu Bawang glanced at Abi and said indifferently, "Fine, for Abi's sake, I won't hold it against him. After all, I like Abi!"

Abi blushed slightly upon hearing this. In front of so many people, Chu Bawang showed no restraint whatsoever, which made her incredibly embarrassed. What was most infuriating was that Chu Bawang was staring at her with such a shameless look, making her feel utterly ashamed. She couldn't help but secretly complain: "You stinky Brother Chu, saying such things in front of so many people is too embarrassing!"

Although she thought this, she was secretly delighted.

"Hey, you brat, you're young but you've got quite the nerve. You're not going to bother with me?

You even tried to harass a maid from the Murong family? Do you think the Murong family has no one to rely on?"

Bao Butong shouted, his eyes blazing with ferocity. "Come on, let's see what you're capable of, all that bragging!"

Bao Butong roared and pounced again. This time, he didn't just use his hands; he used both hands and feet, striking and kicking fiercely. It seemed he was going to unleash his most powerful skills.

"Third Brother Bao!"

Abi cried out hurriedly.

Bao Butong was now at his wit's end, while Chu Bawang was still using only one leg to deal with the attacks, making it virtually invisible.

As the two clashed, a flurry of leg shadows danced in the air. Shen Zui used one leg as if it were four, dealing with Bao Butong's attacks from both hands and feet, yet still managing to retaliate.

Bao Butong turned around and laughed, "What's wrong, Sister Abi? Have you taken a fancy to this pretty boy, or even a guy who can't even be called a pretty boy?"

"Third Brother—!"

Abi stamped her foot, her face full of coquettish anger, and in her haste, she could only hope that Chu Bawang would show mercy.

In her heart, Third Brother Bao was no match for Chu Bawang; the previous exchange had already proven everything. However, she resented Third Brother Bao's lack of restraint. She had told him to stop so that he wouldn't be injured by Chu Bawang, and she didn't want Chu Bawang and Third Brother Bao to have a grudge over this. After all, on one side was her beloved, and on the other was her Third Brother Bao. She didn't want either of them to get hurt.

Seeing that Bao Butong was still so ungrateful, Chu Bawang's face darkened. He kicked out with his big foot, and an invisible force surged out like a sudden gust of wind.

Before Bao Butong could even reach Chu Bawang, his body was suddenly sent flying. He cried out and tried to steady himself, but he couldn't control his body and could only retreat in a flurry of movements.

Like a madman jumping and yelling wildly.

Chapter 152

With a loud "bang," his body slammed into the wall, like a painting hung on it, pressed tightly against the wall, motionless.

The wind surged and blew, making his clothes flutter, his limbs pressed against the wall, unable to move, only able to blink, staring at Chu Bawang in astonishment.

"Fine, I'll spare your life!"

Chu Bawang snorted lightly, the wind stopped, and Bao Butong fell to the ground, unable to move.

It was only after seeing Abi's pleading expression that Chu Bawang stopped his kicking technique, and Abi gave Chu Bawang a grateful look.

Chu Bawang's move was truly powerful. Bao Butong could not withstand the Foshan Shadowless Kick with just physical strength, and with Chu Bawang's powerful internal energy, Bao Butong could only suffer, without even a chance to fight back.

"Brother Bao, are you alright?"

Abi quickly ran over, helped him up, and checked his injuries.

Although Bao Butong often spoke without thinking, he was still quite kind to Abi and Azhu, and the people of Yanziwu got along well with him.

Bao Butong's face flushed red as he shouted, "Pretty boy, using all sorts of sorcery, shameless!"

He couldn't even resist; this pretty boy really did have some skill?

He admitted he'd really messed up this time, encountering a real monster. Even the Murong brothers didn't have such skill, right?

Bao Butong thought this to himself, but didn't say it aloud.

Chu Bawang turned away, too lazy to pay him any attention. Normally, he wouldn't argue with such a person; it would seem ungentlemanly.

However, since this person dared to repeatedly offend his authority, if it weren't for Abi's pleading, Chu Bawang would have already shut him up, at least given him a lesson, and taught him that there were some things he couldn't say.

Although Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, came from the 21st century, his soul had been melted into Xiang Yu's golden elixir, containing Xiang Yu's entire life experiences. Now, Xiang Yu was more or less influenced by it. Since Bao Butong dared to offend his dignity, he naturally couldn't tolerate it; the dignity of Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu , could not be violated.

After being helped up by Abi, Bao Butong was still shouting, "I refuse to accept this! If you have the guts, kill me! You didn't let me speak! ... Otherwise, I won't accept this!"

"Third Brother, just say less!"

Abi quickly covered his mouth, gently scolding him, her bright eyes glaring at him, glancing quickly at Xiang Yu, afraid he would attack again.

Bao Butong shook his head, shook off her small hand, and shouted loudly, "Abi, who is this guy? How dare he!"

"He is Brother Chu—" She was about to say the word "Brother Chu" when she suddenly realized that such an introduction seemed a bit ambiguous, so she quickly changed her words: "He is Mr. Chu, a guest invited by Abi. He was the one who helped me get rid of those people just now. Third Brother, you mustn't be rude!"

As she spoke, Abi pointed in the direction of Yao Bodang and Sima Lin, indicating that they were the ones who had come to cause trouble. She also glanced at Chu Bawang, who was standing with his hands behind his back. When she saw Chu Bawang looking at her with a half-smile, she quickly covered up the fact that she had been looking at Chu Bawang, her eyes darting around, creating the coincidence that she had inadvertently glanced at Chu Bawang just now.

Knowing the little woman's thoughts, Chu Bawang chuckled inwardly, but his gaze towards her became even more intriguing.

"Pah!"

Bao Butong spat, tilting his head, and loudly snorted, "What Mr. Chu? I can deal with those people myself. I didn't order him to do it, so don't expect me to shut up!"

Bao Butong's arrogant tone infuriated Yao Bodang and the others, but because Chu Bawang was present, they dared not act rashly.

Although this Mr. Bao's martial arts were slightly superior to theirs, they were not to be trifled with, Yao Bodang and the others thought. If Chu Bawang had said this, they naturally wouldn't have been angry, but seeing Bao Butong being tormented by Chu Bawang, they naturally didn't believe Bao Butong had much ability. Seeing that Chu Bawang hadn't spoken, they dared not speak their anger for the time being, and dared not make any rash moves.

Chu Bawang sighed, "I thought the Murong family, with its great reputation, would be full of talented people. But now, I'm greatly disappointed. In two days, I've only seen one person who's all talk and no action. Are all the Murong family members like this?

Is this the level of the Murong family's retainers?"

Bao Butong shouted, "You, surnamed Chu, if you have the guts, kill me! Otherwise, I'll kill you every time I see you!"

"Third Brother Bao!"

Abi hurriedly called out, trying to shut him up. She was at a loss with Bao Butong's temper, but she couldn't scold him. Chu Bawang hadn't done anything wrong and was protecting her at every turn. Her situation was extremely awkward, so she could only stomp her feet and sulk.

Chu Bawang frowned, somewhat impatient, and slowly walked up to Bao Butong, scrutinizing him from head to toe.

Bao Butong's eyes widened, his face full of malice and resentment.

A glint of killing intent flashed in Xiao Yuesheng's eyes as he said indifferently, "Someone actually asked for trouble. They do have some character. I admire them!"

"Hmph!

I don't need your admiration!" Bao Butong

turned his head away.

Chu Bawang said calmly, "Today, I'll spare you for Miss Abi's sake. But if you speak disrespectfully to me again, even if I don't kill you, I'll make you cry a lot!"

With that, he turned and took Abi's soft hand, saying with a smile, "Miss Abi, let's go back to your home. I'm too lazy to stay here!"

The home Chu Bawang referred to as Abi's was Qin Yun Xiaozhu. Although Abi and Azhu were just maids, they held considerable status, each owning a separate courtyard in the Murong family. Abi's courtyard was Qin Yun Xiaozhu, while Azhu's was Ting Xiang Shui Xie.

Seeing Abi looking in the direction of Yao Bodang and the others, knowing what she was worried about, Chu Bawang laughed, "Don't worry, they're nothing."

His deep gaze swept coldly over everyone like lightning, and they dared not meet his eyes, quickly making excuses to leave.

They were clearly terrified by Chu Bawang's unpredictable methods earlier. If Chu Bawang had ordered them to jump into the lake now, they would have obeyed without question, since jumping into a lake wouldn't kill them, right?

With Chu Bawang around, how could they dare cause trouble? They'd be too busy running away.

Seeing how much Chu Bawang cared about her, and how he could endure Bao Butong's harsh scolding, Abi was deeply moved. "Brother Chu did this for me, didn't he?" she thought, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart. She didn't even struggle when he held her hand, letting him lead her.

After the two returned to Qin Yun Xiaozhu, Abi saw more guests and prepared to greet them.

Seeing this, an old woman quickly gave a wink to a maid beside her. The maid understood and said, "Miss Abi, have you finished your business? Come and greet the old lady."

Abi glanced at the old lady, a glint of light flashing in her eyes, a slight smile appearing on her lips, though it was difficult to notice unless one looked closely. She immediately bowed in agreement. She often disguised herself with Azhu to deceive people, so she naturally knew that Azhu was deceiving people again this time.

Chu Bawang was wondering why Kumārajīva had appeared. He did not bow, but stood there with his head bowed.

It turned out that after his setback at Tianlong Temple, Kumārajīva had found a secluded place to recuperate. Half a month later, his injuries were finally healed. Although he was still afraid of Chu Bawang's Six Meridian Divine Sword, witnessing its power made him firmly believe that the Six Meridian Divine Sword was the number one sword technique in the world. After his injuries healed, he spent more than ten days confirming that Chu Bawang had left before finally taking action.

At the time, no one expected Kumārajīva to return, and even to infiltrate the palace and kidnap Duan Yu. Most of Dali's martial arts masters were concentrated at Tianlong Temple, leaving the palace with virtually no skilled fighters. Thus, Kumārajīva easily abducted

Duan Yu. Kumārajīva, carrying Duan Yu, evaded the pursuit of Dali's masters, taking many detours along the way, arriving at Yanziwu a day later than Xiang Yu.

The old lady was dressed in a bronze satin jacket and skirt, adorned with jade bracelets and jewels, her attire elegant and luxurious. Her face was deeply wrinkled, and her eyes were hazy, as if she could no longer see.

But when Xiang Yu looked at her, he clearly sensed her avoiding his gaze, a hint of doubt creeping into his mind. He wondered: What's going on here?

Where did this old lady from the Murong family come from?

Kumārajīva, unaware of the details, was fine, but he seemed quite familiar with the Murong family. In the original story, the old lady was played by A'Zhu, but shouldn't she still be in bed?

Could she be A'Zhu?

Chu Bawang secretly applauded, "This little girl is truly remarkable; she can convincingly portray any role, it's astounding!"

He was even more impressed that A'Zhu could still get out of bed. He had thoroughly vented his desires on her last night, and this morning she was still completely immobile.

"Brother Chu, you're here too!"

Duan Yu was overjoyed to see Chu Bawang there. He knew Chu Bawang's skills; it was Chu Bawang who had driven away Kumārajīva, saving him from danger.

Seeing Chu Bawang, Kumārajīva was startled, but he wasn't afraid; he simply didn't want to cause any trouble.

He didn't know the full extent of Chu Bawang's martial arts, but his injuries had healed, and last time, after several battles, his internal energy was almost depleted, resulting in a crushing defeat for Chu Bawang. Fearing that Duan Yu would be rescued by Chu Bawang again, he pressed several acupoints on Duan Yu as a precaution.

After finishing his acupressure, Kumārajīva still sighed, "Madam, my son and I met by the river. We discussed martial arts, admired each other, and became friends.

I never imagined that fate would be so cruel to such a talented person. Someone as mediocre as me is still clinging to life, while Master Murong has suddenly departed for the Western Paradise.

I came to the Central Plains from Tibet only to pay my respects at his grave out of deep friendship. Whether anyone returns the greeting or not, it doesn't matter.

I would be grateful if you would allow me to."

The Madam, also known as A'Zhu, frowned, looking quite troubled, and said, "This…this…"

Kumārajīva said, "I wonder what the difficulty is in this matter? I would like to ask."

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