pertwk Chapter 86 The Soul Palace Meeting: The Consequences of Showing Off
Chapter 86 The Soul Palace Meeting: The Consequences of Showing Off
Chapter 86 The Soul Palace Meeting: The Consequences of Showing Off
The routine meeting of the Soul Palace began.
Chu Yang from the other world explained the situation to Chu Yang from the martial arts world, and then they all shared their recent memories and abilities.
As planned, Pirate Chu Yang has found the Bloodline Factor technology and successfully separated some Bloodline Factors with Wood Release characteristics. Hokage Chu Yang will use this technology to extract the necessary Bloodline Factors from the bloodline remaining in the Otsutsuki clan.
Then you can try to create the bloodline factor of the Sage of Six Paths.
Chu Yang, the Hokage, has already mastered Sage Mode.
With the addition of the Sage of Six Paths' bloodline factor, the Sage of Six Paths mode can be perfectly replicated.
Besides that, Hokage Chu Yang had another idea.
"I want to try to see if the bloodline factor technology can extract some of the tailed beast's chakra from the Jinchuriki."
"If we succeed, we can fuse these chakras to create our own Ten-Tails chakra."
This idea was so interesting that it immediately sparked a discussion among everyone.
Magic Chu Yang said, "Theoretically speaking, it should be possible. Tailed beasts are derived from the Ten-Tails' chakra, and different characteristics correspond to different tailed beasts."
"The key issue is that fusion may consume a huge amount of chakra. After all, the tailed beast chakra we obtained from the Jinchuriki is incomplete and must be replenished to ensure the success rate of fusion."
Death God Chu Yang reminded him, "Put this plan on hold for now. The important thing right now is to figure out how to get the Sage of Six Paths Mode out."
"Kisuke Urahara's training of me is almost over, and soon I will be entering Soul Society with Ichigo and the others."
"I haven't had the experience of going all out against a captain-level Shinigami, so I can't be sure how effective Sage Mode will be."
"The Sage of Six Paths Mode is a very important insurance policy for me."
Naruto Chu Yang nodded.
Magic Chu Yang asked, "Did Urahara Kisuke's training help you sense your own Zanpakuto?"
The Grim Reaper Chu Yang sighed and said, "It does have an effect, but I'm not Kurosaki Ichigo. I can't do anything like him. I have to take the conventional route and join the Grim Reaper camp to forge my Zanpakuto."
Magic Chu Yang reminded him, "You must make good use of your Observation Haki and try to avoid troublesome opponents!"
"Yamamoto Genryu Shigekuni, Aizen Susuke, Kyoraku Shunsui, Unohana Retsu, Zaraki Kenpachi—these are the people you should avoid."
"The others can fight with confidence and boldness."
Death God Chu Yang scratched his head and said self-deprecatingly, "If I count them all, there aren't actually many I have a chance of winning against."
Suddenly, Chu Yang spoke up, "I've recently gained some insights into the Source Breathing technique. You can try to understand it when you get back; it might be helpful."
Pirate Chu Yang added, "Although I've been busy researching bloodline factor technology lately, I haven't neglected my Haki training, so don't worry."
Death God Chu Yang nodded repeatedly and said, "I know what you guys are thinking. I was just joking earlier. I'm very confident about our journey to Soul Society."
Marvel Chu Yang suddenly spoke up: "The core of Sage Mode is the balance of three energies: body, spirit, and nature."
"Soul Society shouldn't have any natural energy, right? Isn't everything there made of spirit particles?"
"How would you use Sage Mode in this situation?"
Death God Chu Yang was stunned.
He hasn't considered this question yet.
Marvel Chu Yang patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Go back and practice how to use spiritual particles to construct a new Sage Mode."
Death God Chu Yang immediately fell into deep thought.
Marvel Chu Yang turned to Magic Chu Yang and asked, "With your current staffless spellcasting skills, can you cast the three Unforgivable Curses?"
Magic Chu Yang shook his head, "Not yet, I can only cast some simple spells."
Marvel Chu Yang felt a little regretful. He thought that if he could barely reach the level of casting the Imperius Curse without a staff, he would consider joining S.H.I.E.L.D.
If he could use the Imperishable Curse to control the Hydra leadership, he could gain a significant advantage.
The group chatted for a while longer before returning to their own worlds.
The world of martial arts.
The steel blade in front of him was 0.01 seconds away from striking Chu Yang's head. As he opened his eyes, black lightning, invisible to ordinary people, began to rage wildly, and a terrifying force swept around him.
Conqueror's Haki.
The henchman's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed straight in front of Chu Yang. Not only him, but all the thugs on the entire street were affected by the Conqueror's Haki and instantly passed out.
The tough guy with three big bumps on his head felt like he'd been hit on the head with a hammer. He reached up to touch the back of his head, rolled his eyes, and then passed out.
He lasted two seconds longer than his underling.
As for the big, dumb guy who had shifted the blame onto Chu Yang, surprisingly, he didn't fall down, but instead leaned precariously against a pillar.
"Why am I suddenly so dizzy?" the big, clumsy guy muttered to himself, looking like he wanted to vomit but couldn't.
"You brat, you almost got me killed." Chu Yang walked up to him, glaring at him through gritted teeth.
"Brother, I'm sorry," the big, clumsy man said, bowing to Chu Yang's side. He was clearly so dizzy that he couldn't tell which way was which.
"No need to apologize, let's settle this once and for all." Chu Yang smiled, and then, to the big, dumbfounded man's bewildered look, knocked him unconscious.
Chu Yang searched him thoroughly, taking all the silver and valuables, even the fur coat he was wearing.
"I'm being merciful by leaving you a set of clothes. Next time, be more mindful and don't drag innocent people into this. Not everyone is as lucky as me."
Chu Yang gave him a warning look, then walked towards the members of the "Funeral Love Family" with their exaggerated hairstyles.
"To kill a stranger without any prior grudge, he can't be a kind person." Chu Yang picked up a steel knife from the ground and casually slit one of the men's throats. "Then don't blame me for settling scores and getting revenge!"
After saying this, Chu Yang took the steel knife and walked forward.
In an instant, the entire street was covered in blood.
Chu Yang remained calm.
If any ordinary citizen had been in this situation today, they would have undoubtedly died at the hands of these people.
Chu Yang felt no guilt whatsoever about killing them.
When Chu Yang had killed his way down to the last man, the guy with three bumps on his head suddenly got up from the ground and ran like the wind.
He had some basic skills in light-footed martial arts, but not much of a skill; he ran for quite a while but didn't leave Chu Yang's field of vision.
Chu Yang threw the steel knife, and with the added force of his brute strength, even the most ordinary weapon became a deadly weapon that could bring death to the King of Hell.
The fleeing man heard a whooshing sound behind him, turned around, and saw a steel knife approaching from afar, its style extremely familiar.
Finished!
The moment the thought crossed his mind, the steel blade pierced through his body. The terrifying force of the blade even carried him into the air, eventually pinning him and the blade to the wall of the street.
Chu Yang walked slowly over and looked up at him.
"If you kill me today, my senior brother will not let you go."
The tough guy left behind a harsh remark, then his neck snapped to the side and he died, his eyes wide open, filled with resentment.
"So? Who is your senior brother? Who only reveals half of what's going on in a preview?"
Chu Yang shook his head helplessly and said, "You were the one who wanted to kill me first, and then I killed you. It's just karma. You're a gangster and you don't even have this much awareness. You're disappointing."
Blood flowed down the wall, and just as it reached Chu Yang's feet, Chu Yang walked away, passing directly over the furious, wide-eyed corpse.
As expected, the government officials will arrive soon, and the big, clumsy guy has already been kept by Chu Yang as a scapegoat.
If the big, dumb guy is lucky enough, he might be able to leave before the authorities arrive.
The idea of a scapegoat is not absolute.
After a while, Chu Yang, wearing a fur coat, arrived at the local temple, but after searching around, he still couldn't find the little beggar.
After inquiring with the beggars nearby, Chu Yang learned that the little beggar didn't live here at all.
He lied to himself.
But Chu Yang could understand.
People with unusual orientations often find it uncomfortable to gather with others.
After giving away some food, Chu Yang left the local temple.
He searched the city but still couldn't find the whereabouts of the beggar's letter.
As dusk fell, Chu Yang arrived at the restaurant as usual to listen to storytelling and have dinner, but he still didn't see Xiao Qigong. Chu Yang had originally wanted to share the joy of the cheat system arriving with Xiao Qigong, but he didn't expect that the kid would actually go missing.
"Such a big table of food, and no one to share it with, it all ended up in my stomach, it's really—"
"Awesome!"
When people are happy, they are in high spirits. Chu Yang ate heartily and said, "What the hell is that little beggar? Get lost!"
In a pleasant mood, Chu Yang was unusually quiet while listening to the story today. Even when he heard outrageous stories, he was able to remain calm.
"Ever since the Northern and Southern archery gangs clashed at Yanmen Pass, the martial arts world of the Northern and Southern Song dynasties has been much quieter."
"However, in the Ming Dynasty, which bordered the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties, the world was in turmoil."
"The two major evil sects in the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Cult and the Sun Moon Cult, have always been in conflict due to their doctrines, and their members have been constantly fighting amongst themselves."
"Just a few days ago, Yang Xiao of the Ming Cult and Xiang Wentian of the Sun Moon Cult fought fiercely. The two were both the Left Guardians of Light in their respective sects, and their positions were second only to the leader."
"Their fight has once again brought the conflict between the two religions to the forefront."
"As for the cause, it seems to be because of a female disciple of Abbess Miejue of Mount Emei named Ji Xiaofu."
"And this Fairy Ji Xiaofu is said to be the fiancée of Yin Liting, the Sixth Hero of Wudang Mountain, who has been missing for many years—"
Chu Yang was dumbfounded!
The Ming Cult versus the Sun Moon Cult?
"It's one thing for the Southern and Northern Song dynasties to become two separate countries, but now even the Ming dynasty is getting involved."
"Qiao Feng is from Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, Hong Qigong is from The Legend of the Condor Heroes and The Return of the Condor Heroes, Yang Xiao is from The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, and Xiang Wentian is from The Smiling, Proud Wanderer."
"The entire northwestern Shanxi is in complete chaos!"
Just as Chu Yang was returning home, the big, dumb guy who almost killed him was brought to a mansion by someone who had traveled through the night.
The big, clumsy guy opened his eyes and saw a fierce-looking bald man staring at him.
It startled him!
"Who are you?"
"Who am I? You killed my junior brother and four disciples, so who do you think I am?"
"Junior brother and disciple? You mean Hou Tonghai and the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River? I didn't kill them!"
"Still dare to argue? They went there for you, how could they possibly die at someone else's hands!"
"I really didn't kill him!"
The big, clumsy guy kept trying to explain, but he was too clumsy with words.
He would just keep repeating the same thing over and over again: "I didn't do it," but the bald man wouldn't listen.
The bald man sneered, "Guo Jing! First, you ruined the prince's assassination attempt on Temujin in Mongolia, and now you've killed my junior brother and disciple, Sha Tongtian. I won't let you off the hook!"
"I will keep you in the palace and torture you slowly, making you wish you were dead! To vent my hatred!"
After saying that, Sha Tongtian ordered his servants to drag Guo Jing away!
"Old Sha, that silly kid doesn't seem to be lying."
The person standing next to Sha Tongtian and speaking was his good friend, Peng Lianhu, also known as the "Thousand-Handed Butcher," one of the five top masters under Wanyan Honglie.
Peng Lianhu said, "Hou Tonghai and the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River are not bad in martial arts. Even if they can't beat this kid, they can't possibly be killed by him."
"I have examined all the wounds. The four Yellow River Demons were all killed by a single stab to the throat, while Hou Tonghai was pierced through the chest by a steel blade and pinned to the wall. He was also killed by a single move, with no other external injuries."
"Even you and I would probably find it difficult to do that, wouldn't we?"
Peng Lianhu's words startled Sha Tongtian!
He has always had a volatile temper, and when he's in a fit of rage, he doesn't think things through. But after listening to Peng Lianhu's analysis, he realized the seriousness of the situation.
Leaving aside his apprentice, his junior brother Hou Tonghai, while not exceptionally skilled, could always hold his own against him for a few moves and wasn't entirely defenseless. "Could it really have been someone else who did it?"
Sha Tongtian was filled with doubt, wondering when he had offended such a master.
Peng Lianhu said earnestly, "Let's not touch that kid for now. If he's in contact with the murderer, as long as he's with us, the murderer will eventually show up."
"Once we get into the Prince's mansion, we can seek help from Master Lingzhi and the others. We'll definitely be able to defeat them!"
The more Sha Tongtian listened, the more he felt that Peng Lianhu made sense, and he nodded repeatedly.
Imprisoned in the dungeon of the Prince's mansion, Guo Jing felt increasingly wronged, as he truly had not committed the murder.
But there was no one else there besides him.
Suddenly, a figure flashed through Guo Jing's mind.
That scholar in a long gown, who seemed utterly powerless!
"Although I accidentally dragged you into this, you took my money, took off my coat, and even framed me!"
"You bad guy, don't let me find you!"
Guo Jing, who couldn't even swear, immediately burst into tears of grievance.
After surviving a near-death experience, Chu Yang's life didn't change much. He still taught during the day and listened to storytelling in the evening. In the past, Chu Yang only went to the restaurant occasionally to listen to storytelling.
But ever since Xiao Huang suddenly disappeared, he started going to the restaurant more often.
Chu Yang would habitually order a table full of food and wait from dusk until dark.
He was thinking, what if one day while we were eating, some brat suddenly popped out from the corner?
But Xiao Huang was nowhere to be seen for several days.
He simply vanished into thin air, as if he had never existed in this city.
"That brat always has such a foul mouth and acts so rudely, could he have offended someone and gotten beaten to death and thrown into a ditch?"
Chu Yang thought about it more and more and it seemed very likely. Xiao Huang was always very disrespectful when he joked with him.
He interacts with others using a modern mindset and doesn't see anything wrong with it, but others, especially those with status and position, certainly wouldn't accept it.
If one were to offend a high-ranking official, the consequences would be unimaginable.
In ancient times, when human life was as cheap as grass, no one would care if hundreds of beggars like Xiao Huang died, let alone one.
"Even if I report it to the authorities, they might not care about the life or death of a little beggar. To find him, I have to rely on myself. I've been in this world for so long, and apart from Xiao Huang, I can't find anyone else around me who can be called a friend. It's hard for me to stand idly by."
The values of modern people and ancient people are vastly different. For Chu Yang, finding someone he can get along with is harder than winning the lottery.
If Xiao Huang really does pass out, Chu Yang will have to return to the awkward situation of having no one to talk to for a long time to come.
Re-entering a spiritual wasteland is a terrifying thing.
After a quick dinner, Chu Yang went to the Earth God Temple in the east of the city again. Although Xiao Huang wasn't there, most of the people in the city gathered at this place for the Qiqiao Festival.
When it comes to finding people, the Bow Gang disciples are second to none; no other force dares to claim the top spot.
As soon as Chu Yang entered the temple, he was hit by a stench that nearly made him vomit his dinner.
"Mr. Chu."
The beggars in the temple all lit up when they saw Chu Yang.
They swarmed out immediately and soon surrounded Chu Yang.
The beggars at the local temple were very familiar with Chu Yang, because this "Mr. Chu" often gave them food and was considered one of the most benevolent people in their hearts.
Chu Yang didn't disappoint them. He bought a lot of delicious food along the way, since he was asking people to do something, and it would be a bit embarrassing to come empty-handed.
After tossing roast chicken, steamed buns, and a bunch of fancy food to the beggars, Chu Yang began to explain his purpose.
Upon hearing that Chu Yang was looking for someone, the beggars displayed the imposing manner of the Bow Gang disciples, shedding their usual carefree and lazy demeanor and becoming extremely serious.
"Mr. Chu, rest assured, as long as the person you are looking for is still within the territory of the Southern Song Dynasty, we will find him even if we have to dig three feet into the ground."
The person in charge of the local temple was a disciple with six bags of followers named Dayong. He made a solemn promise, pounding his chest loudly.
"Then I'll leave it to you all."
Chu Yang cupped his hands in greeting to the beggars in the temple, behaving very politely. As a well-known teacher in the surrounding area, he was giving these students plenty of face.
Dayong grinned from ear to ear. With his vanity satisfied, he became extra attentive to the matter.
Before Chu Yang even left, Da Yong began instructing his archery gang disciples to go out and search for people.
The beggars dispersed in a flurry, and the local temple immediately became deserted.
Finding someone is not something that can be accomplished in a short time. Seeing this, Chu Yang did not linger and left the land temple before it got dark.
Three days later, in the early morning, when Chu Yang was having his morning class, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the courtyard.
Chu Yang opened the door and saw that the person who came in was Da Yong.
However, Da Yong was not as confident as before. He said in a low voice with a solemn expression, "Mr. Chu, we have found the person, but—the situation is not optimistic."
Chu Yang frowned and asked, "Brother Dayong, what do you mean?"
Da Yong took a deep breath and explained, "The brothers in the gang, based on the clues you provided, have found your friend's whereabouts. It seems he has been taken hostage by a young expert."
"Originally, my brothers planned to help you rescue him, but that young man was quite skilled in martial arts, and we were no match for him at all. We were all injured—"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Chu, we are not capable enough to help you."
Chu Yang didn't say anything, but turned and went into the house, took out a money bag, and stuffed it directly into Da Yong's arms. Da Yong opened the bag and was shocked to see the large sum of money inside. He quickly handed the bag back, saying, "No, Mr. Chu, I'm already ashamed enough for not being able to save your friend. How can you give me so much money?!"
Chu Yang pushed his hand back and shook his head, saying, "Take it. Let the brothers check their injuries. Winter is just around the corner, and if they have injuries, they might not be able to make it through."
"Take good care of them, and make sure they don't develop any chronic conditions."
Dayong's eyes immediately reddened, and he shakily put the money bag back. "Mr. Chu, you are a good person. I thank you on behalf of my brothers. But don't worry, I will find a way to ask the chief cabin manager for help with this matter."
"No need to trouble yourself." Chu Yang shook his head and said, "Just tell me all the information about Xiao Huang, and I'll handle the rest myself."
Da Yong panicked and advised, "Mr. Chu, please don't be impulsive. That person is truly a master. You, a scholar who can't even kill a chicken, can't possibly defeat him."
Chu Yang laughed and said, "I'm not that stupid. I'll ask someone else to help when the time comes."
Da Yong didn't know what other experts Chu Yang knew, but seeing his confident demeanor, he stopped trying to dissuade him.
"The person who kidnapped your friend doesn't seem to be a master of martial arts from the Central Plains; his martial arts moves have a bit of a Western Region feel to them."
"They are currently in a prince's mansion in Yanjing City—"
Da Yong recounted the details in detail, and Chu Yang found it increasingly strange as he listened.
Logically speaking, if Xiao Huang offended someone, he would most likely be beaten to death on the spot. What kind of expert would abduct a little beggar to such a far place?
"Damn it, could these two be having a romantic entanglement?"
"He's probably not some serious expert."
Chu Yang subconsciously imagined a wonderful gay drama, then shuddered violently, feeling a chill run down his spine.
"Twenty, suddenly I don't really want to save him anymore—"
The following day, after finishing his last class, Chu Yang announced to his students the decision to close the private school for the holidays.
Cheers erupted, and the yard erupted in chaos once again.
Seeing how happy they were, Chu Yang smiled happily as well, and immediately assigned a lot of holiday homework to ensure that the flowers of the motherland could spend every day in a fulfilling way.
The cheers abruptly stopped, leaving the children dumbfounded, then bursting into tears of joy.
Chu Yang smiled and nodded, then pushed open the door and left with satisfaction.
Yanjing City was located within the territory of the Jin Kingdom and was its capital city.
It is quite far from the small town in the Southern Song Dynasty where Chuyang is located.
This chaotic, merged world has a geographical map that is completely different from the map in Chu Yang's memory, rendering his previous geographical knowledge useless.
Maps were a rarity in ancient times, and Chu Yang searched the entire town but couldn't find a single complete map.
In the end, it was the storyteller at the restaurant who gave Chu Yang a somewhat worn-out sheepskin scroll map.
This map accompanied the storyteller as he traveled all over the country, and it's gotten quite worn from handling it. People with slightly poor eyesight might not even be able to see the text marked on the map.
Chu Yang sighed, picked up the map, and prepared to set off.
Actually, Chu Yang wasn't worried about the map being blurry or unclear. He was going to fly there anyway, so as long as the reference points were roughly correct, it would be fine.
Under the cover of night, Chu Yang used the Super Light Heavy Rock Technique to fly into the sky, and no one noticed him in the pitch-black night.
Looking down from high above, the scene is remarkably similar to that patina map, with a hazy, dreamlike quality.
In the time it takes to burn half an incense stick, Chu Yang had already arrived at the border of the Southern Song Dynasty and saw a magnificent border pass.
Further ahead lies the territory of the Jin Dynasty.
Chu Yang crossed the border and soon arrived in the territory of the Jin Kingdom. He saw city after city, but he did not feel like he had "left the country" because he could not tell the difference between the two sides from the architectural style.
Following the direction indicated by the map, Yanjing City soon appeared before Chu Yang.
Compared to the small Southern Song Dynasty town where I used to live, the Yanjing city in front of me is more than ten times larger. From a distance, it looks like an ancient ferocious beast lurking on the earth.
Even late at night, the city was still brightly lit and looked very prosperous.
The Jin people did not seem to pay much attention to curfews.
The bright and bustling city of Yanjing made it difficult for Chu Yang to land. He flew around the city once before finally landing in the relatively quiet northern part of the city.
This area appears to be a gathering place for ordinary people, and it is far less bright than other places.
The people worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, living in tranquility.
"Many high-ranking officials and nobles live in Yanjing, and there are more than one royal residence. Where exactly is that guy Xiao Huang?"
"It's late at night, most people are asleep, Observation Haki won't work, you can't sense anything—"
"Forget it, I'll find a place to sleep and talk about it tomorrow."
Chu Yang walked alone on the street, and it was very quiet around him.
Only the watchman's voice could be heard intermittently.
Once outside the north of the city, the surrounding light became much brighter, and Chu Yang heard more vendors hawking their wares.
"Selling wontons! Hot and fresh wontons!"
"Roasted meat, fresh mutton, venison, and fish, five coins a skewer!"
"Delicious noodle soup, only eight coins a bowl!"
Looking around, the streets are almost entirely lined with stalls selling late-night snacks.
As Chu Yang walked by, he suddenly had the illusion of being in a modern night market.
"Food is the most important thing for people. No matter what era it is, the warmth of home cooking is the most comforting thing."
Chu Yang sighed, found a small stall selling wontons, sat down, and ordered a bowl of wontons.
Smelling the delicious aroma of wontons, Chu Yang's appetite was whetted, and he lowered his head to dig in.
He was starving after flying all night.
Just as Chu Yang was engrossed in eating his wontons, two figures walked over from a distance, looked around, and then stood by the wonton stall.
The wonton stall is small, consisting of just a small table and a few benches.
It can seat three people, but it's a bit crowded.
So the two of them stared intently at Chu Yang, preparing to sit down only after he finished eating.
"Shopkeeper, two bowls of wontons, please!"
The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with a weathered voice. His temples were gray, and his face was crisscrossed with wrinkles and scars, clearly telling a story.
Beside the middle-aged man was a young woman, quite pretty, not the delicate kind, but rather a pretty face with a touch of spirit, bright eyes and white teeth.
What truly catches the eye is this girl's figure, with a curvaceous bust and buttocks, and two long legs.
The owner of the wonton stall stared wide-eyed.
The young woman seemed to notice the boss's gaze and shook the bag beside her, from which came the sound of ping-pong balls clashing.
The boss subconsciously glanced at the luggage.
Inside, there were quite a few weapons, their cold gleaming.
The boss felt a chill run down his spine, shrank back, and dared not look any further. He lowered his head and obediently continued cooking the wontons.
Upon seeing this, Chu Yang's lips curled up slightly. The girl was quite pretty, but she also had a rather fiery temper.
"Boss, another bowl, please."
As soon as Chu Yang finished speaking, he sensed that the young woman standing next to him was a little unhappy.
"Hurry up and leave after you've finished eating. Aren't you afraid of getting too full eating so much so late at night?"
The young woman muttered something under her breath, but every word reached Chu Yang's ears.
"Sorry, a bowl of wontons isn't very filling. I have a big appetite," Chu Yang said with a smile as he turned his head.
Upon hearing this, the young woman's eyes widened suddenly.
She spoke very softly; it was impossible for an ordinary person to hear her.
"Oops~"
Soon, the young girl's fair face turned red, and even her ears felt hot.
Chu Yang shifted his stool and said, "If you two don't mind, you can sit down together."
The middle-aged man glared at the young woman with annoyance, then clasped his hands in a fist and said to Chu Yang, "My daughter is still young and speaks without thinking. I hope this brother won't take it to heart."
Chu Yang chuckled and said, "It's alright."
The middle-aged man smiled and sat down naturally next to Chu Yang, not forgetting to glance back at his daughter warily.
Although she didn't speak, the girl sensed her father's scolding gaze, quickly lowered her head, sat down, and said sorry.
Chu Yang politely replied that it was alright, as he hadn't taken it to heart at all.
"Young man, you look like a scholar, but I never expected you to have such superb martial arts skills. You really can't judge a book by its cover."
The middle-aged man felt that Chu Yang's five senses were so sharp that he must be a trained martial artist, and quite skilled at it.
"Brother, you flatter me. I only know a little bit of basic martial arts."
After saying that, Chu Yang focused on eating his wontons, causing the middle-aged man, who had originally intended to exchange a few more polite words, to fall silent and also lower his head to eat.
While eating, the girl secretly sized up Chu Yang. This refined and scholarly man didn't seem like a master at all.
Before the girl could even glance at him, Chu Yang quickly finished his wontons, paid the bill, and left without looking back.
"Father, was that person really a master?" The girl asked, somewhat incredulous, watching Chu Yang's departing figure.
The middle-aged man frowned and hesitated, saying, "He should be a master. That young man gave me a strange feeling, but I can't quite put my finger on why."
The girl was completely confused.
The middle-aged man shook his head and chuckled, "Whether he's a master or not is none of my business. I'd rather spend this time thinking about tomorrow's martial arts contest to find a husband."
The words "martial arts contest to choose a husband" brought a touch of melancholy to the girl's eyes.
After a satisfying meal, Chu Yang found an inn and had a wonderful sleep.
The next morning, he began searching for information about the Prince's residence throughout Yanjing City.
Da Yong only mentioned that Xiao Huang was abducted into a royal mansion.
He didn't specify which princely residence it was, but Chu Yang quickly identified his target.
Because he heard a familiar name while he was gathering information.
Prince Zhao's Mansion.
Wanyan Honglie.
As the one who initiates the storyline of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Wanyan Honglie is a very important character.
The Prince Zhao's mansion has many martial arts masters who can be considered experts. In the entire Yanjing city, only the people of the Prince Zhao's mansion could injure so many disciples of the Bow Gang.
As for who Xiao Huang offended, that's no longer important.
To rescue Xiao Huang, Chu Yang has to personally make a trip to the Zhao Prince's residence.
In broad daylight, the Prince's mansion must be heavily guarded, but Chu Yang didn't care at all.
Even with his high level of strength, he could guarantee that he could come and go as he pleased.
None of the so-called experts in Zhao Wangfu were a match for him.
After asking several passersby for directions and confirming the location of the Prince Zhao's residence, Chu Yang immediately set off along the bustling streets towards the heart of Yanjing City.
After passing through several villages, the street ahead suddenly became lively.
The people, not knowing what they were looking at, crowded together, completely blocking the road.
Chu Yang clicked his tongue and suddenly understood why Thanos would snap his fingers.
He looked at the sea of people in front of him and was wondering how to get out when he heard a scream.
A figure crashed heavily onto the open ground in front of Chu Yang, like a fish that had accidentally jumped ashore, thrashing violently and wincing in pain.
"Good heavens, what kind of acrobatics is this?"
Chu Yang looked around and saw a arena directly in front of the gate, with a flag standing on it, fluttering in the wind, and four large characters written on the flag.
A martial arts contest to choose a husband!
The guy lying on the ground was clearly taken down from the human ring.
It looks like he won't recover without lying down for at least ten days and working hard.
On the stage, the victor was surprisingly a bald monk.
"So, you've brought all the monks?"
"The gender imbalance is so severe now, even monks are afraid they won't be able to find wives—"
Chu Yang shook his head and sighed, never expecting that even in ancient times he would have to worry about the birth rate.
Why risk your lives like this martial arts contest to find a husband? Wouldn't it be better to just sit down over a drink and have a chat about life?
How foolish!
Comparing martial arts skills is less important than comparing dowry.
The high monk stood on the arena and arrogantly shouted, "Who else?!"
Chu Yang exclaimed in amazement, "This master is truly a man of character; he must drink and smoke all the time!"
After waiting for a while, and seeing that the crowd of onlookers showed no signs of dispersing, Chu Yang decided to take a detour. If he tried to squeeze through, it would be no different than running over Tank Ya and his group.
Just then, a handsome young man in fine clothes suddenly appeared in the crowd. He took three steps in two, leaped up, stepped on the shoulders of passersby, and rushed straight to the arena, seemingly intending to participate in this martial arts contest to find a husband.
The young man's handsome face, coupled with his stylish entrance, drew everyone's attention.
Even the girl on the martial arts stage who was trying to find a husband was stunned.
A smug look flashed in the young man's eyes; he really enjoyed being the center of attention.
next second.
His feet suddenly felt heavy, as if he were being weighed down by a thousand-pound burden.
The graceful figure came to an abrupt halt, and at the same time, the sound of being moved could be heard.
"You can act tough all you want, but what's the point of stepping on my head?"
Chu Yang gripped the young man's ankle, his face full of displeasure.
If he hadn't been quick-witted, this guy would have stepped on his head and flown onto the ring.
The handsome young man was embarrassed.
He now has one foot held by Chu Yang, and the other foot is on the shoulder of an old lady who is watching the commotion.
The woman wasn't angry at all; instead, she smiled at him from all three sides, her eyes filled with affection, just like a lovesick fangirl.
The handsome young man shivered, pulled his foot off the old woman, and suddenly kicked Chu Yang in the face.
As Chu Yang gripped his ankle, he raised his elbow three times and thrust it forward against the oncoming toe.
With the added strength, Chu Yang's elbow was no different from a battering ram. The moment the handsome young man kicked him, there was a crack, and his entire foot suddenly lost all feeling.
The excruciating pain turned the handsome young man into a pale-faced man, his breathing becoming rapid.
Chu Yang smiled and forcefully slammed him to the ground, making the pretty boy feel dizzy.
This person is extremely ruthless. Given Chu Yang's temper, he will definitely teach him a lesson.
Just as the pretty boy was about to land, two people suddenly appeared from the crowd: one was a lama wearing a red robe, and the other was an old man with white hair.
The old man used a copper spatula to slash at Chu Yang's wrist, which was holding the pretty boy, while the old man shot out several strangely shaped nails with his bare hands, aiming directly at Chu Yang's chest.
The two attacked the opening Chu Yang had created, hoping to force him back and save the pretty boy.
"Be careful!"
Upon seeing Chu Yang's face, the girl on the stage recalled what had happened at the wonton stall the previous night and couldn't help but offer a reminder.
To her surprise, the young man dressed as a scholar showed no intention of backing down. Faced with the sneak attack, he still chose to smash the werewolf in his hand to the ground!
Boom! ! !
The pretty boy spat out a mouthful of blood, nearly fainting from the pain!
What a ruthless man!
A chill ran through everyone present.
At the same time, both the copper rod and the nail struck Chu Yang's body.
This book's fate is sealed!
The thought popped into the girl's mind unconsciously.
Not only her, but everyone else present had the same thought.
However, the moment the copper scalpel struck Chu Yang's wrist, the lama's expression changed.
The sensation that came back from the copper blast made him feel as if he had struck a piece of extremely hard diamond, rather than a human body.
The impact of that strike made his entire right arm go numb.
Protected by Armament Haki, the nails that struck Chu Yang's chest fell to the ground with a clanging sound, as if they had hit a steel plate.
"Oh no, he's a master of external martial arts!"
The lama's pupils constricted sharply, and he shouted a warning to his companions.
He was about to back away when his gaze met Chu Yang's.
The coldness in Chu Yang's eyes was like a biting wind, blowing into the lama's bones and making his hair stand on end.
Chu Yang stretched out his other hand and pinched the bronze.
The copper, made of refined steel, was like straw paper, which Chu Yang forcefully crumpled into a ball, trapping the lama's hand inside and rendering it unable to move!
The lama's eyes widened in fright, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.
He had been wandering the martial arts world for decades, and this was the first time he had ever seen someone who could turn fine steel into scrap iron with their bare hands.
The old man standing nearby, who had originally intended to help, quickly stopped and left a long footprint on the ground.