Chapter 90

Water Sheng, though well-groomed and pretty, only made Li Wuqing glance at her a couple of times. After experiencing several plot worlds and seeing many beautiful women, his resistance had gradually increased.

However, when Wang Xiaofeng arrived, he immediately asked the old man, "Shui Fu, have you found the carp? What are you doing here?"

The old man replied, "Young Master Wang, I found a pair of golden carps, but... but they refused to sell them and even attacked us."

Wang Xiaofeng glanced at the steel dart on the ground and said, "Hey, who used such a vicious weapon?" He extended his riding crop, which wrapped around the blue silk at the tail of the steel dart, and pulled it back, saying to Water Sheng, "Sheng Sister, look, it's the 'Scorpion Tail Dart' that causes instant death upon contact!"

Water Sheng asked, "Who used this dart?" Her voice was very clear.

The fish vendor's leader sneered slightly, gripping the handle of the single-edged knife at his waist, and said, "The Lingjian Duo Xia have made quite a name for themselves in recent years, and the Iron Net Gang of the Yangtze River is not unaware. But if you want to bully us, it won't be so easy."

Upon hearing the old man's words and realizing that the fish vendor's leader had used a poisoned dart on him, Wang Xiaofeng's face turned as cold as frost. He asked the fish vendor's leader, "Is this true?"

Without waiting for a response, he flicked his riding crop, and the steel dart flew out with a whistling sound, embedding itself in a willow tree dozens of feet away.

The fish vendor's leader still spoke defiantly, saying, "What kind of show are you putting on?"

Wang Xiaofeng shouted, "I'm putting on this show!"

He raised his riding crop and struck the fish vendor's leader on the head. The fish vendor's leader raised his knife to block.

In Li Wuqing's eyes, Wang Xiaofeng's skills were not worth mentioning, and he was overly self-important and arrogant. However, compared to the fish vendor's leader, he was still much stronger.

After just a few exchanges, Wang Xiaofeng used his riding crop to entangle the fish vendor's leader's feet, gathered his strength, and threw him. The fish vendor's leader flew through the air as if riding the clouds.

A "splash" was heard, and a large splash of water rose high as the fish vendor's leader fell into the river, disappearing into the depths in an instant.

Water Sheng clapped and laughed, charging into the crowd of fish vendors, striking left and right, causing them to scatter and flee in all directions.

The fish vendor's leader, who had spent his life by the river, was skilled in swimming. He surfaced dozens of feet downstream, cursing loudly but not daring to come ashore to fight again.

The old man lifted the basket containing the golden carps, opened the lid, and said happily, "Young Master, please look, red-mouthed and golden-scaled, and they are so fat and large."

Wang Xiaofeng said, "Quickly take them back to the inn and give them to Mr. Hua to save the person."

The old man replied, "Yes." He bowed to Li Wuqing and said, "Thank you, Young Master, for saving our old servant's life."

Wang Xiaofeng took out a gold ingot from his pocket and said, "Friend, thank you for saving our old servant's life. This gold ingot is a token of our gratitude." He lightly threw it, sending the gold toward Li Wuqing.

Li Wuqing, displeased with Wang Xiaofeng's condescending attitude, caught the gold ingot, crushed it in his hand, and said with a smile, "I don't like whole gold ingots; I prefer gold dust."

As he spoke, he opened his hand, and the gold ingot had disappeared, leaving only a pile of golden powder.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaofeng's face changed slightly, and Water Sheng exclaimed, "Wow, your internal strength is so profound!"

Realizing Li Wuqing's skills were unfathomable, Wang Xiaofeng no longer dared to be overly casual. He bowed and asked, "I am Wang Xiaofeng. May I ask for your esteemed name?"

Li Wuqing bowed slightly and said indifferently, "I am called Cold Blood. I heard from Brother Wang that the Four Heroes of 'Falling Flowers and Flowing Water' are nearby. I would like to meet them. Could Brother Wang lead the way?"

Before Wang Xiaofeng could respond, Water Sheng clapped and said, "Great, great! Your skills are so impressive. Uncle Lu, Uncle Hua, Uncle Liu, and Father will definitely like to meet you."

Regardless of what Wang Xiaofeng thought, Water Sheng had already agreed, and he could not refuse. Moreover, he was wary of Li Wuqing's skills, so he tacitly agreed.

...

About ten miles from the market, there was a small town by the shore, bustling with people. Li Wuqing, Wang Xiaofeng, and Water Sheng entered the town.

As soon as they entered the town, Li Wuqing gathered his strength, observing all directions and maximizing his spiritual senses, always paying attention to the surroundings.

After entering the town, Li Wuqing deliberately steered the conversation toward the Blood Knife Sect and the Blood Knife Old Ancestor. Wang Xiaofeng and Water Sheng showed intense hatred for the Blood Knife Sect, and Wang Xiaofeng even boasted, "The Blood Knife evil monk is nothing special. There's no need for the Four Heroes of 'Falling Flowers and Flowing Water' to act together; the 'Lingjian Duo Xia' are enough."

Suddenly, a dry, old voice said, "Young, but big talk."

A monk in a black robe stood there. The monk was very old, with a sharp head and pointed ears, and his face was full of wrinkles. He wore a blood-red monk's robe.

Recognizing him as a member of the Qinghai Blood Knife Sect, Wang Xiaofeng and Water Sheng's faces changed, while Li Wuqing was overjoyed, knowing that this old monk must be the Blood Knife Old Ancestor.

The Blood Knife Old Ancestor moved like the wind, approaching and striking Wang Xiaofeng with a palm. Wang Xiaofeng could not even block one move and was knocked off his horse.

Lifting his right leg, the Blood Knife Old Ancestor mounted the yellow horse and galloped toward Water Sheng.

Wang Xiaofeng shouted, "Cousin, run!"

Water Sheng hesitated for a moment, turned her horse, and the Blood Knife Old Ancestor, riding the yellow horse, caught up and reached out to grab her.

Water Sheng drew her long sword and turned to strike at his head. The Blood Knife Old Ancestor, seeing her beautiful face, was momentarily stunned and said, "So beautiful!"

He changed his move, extending his arm to point at her waist.

Wang Xiaofeng, lying on the ground, shouted, "Cousin, cousin!" He wanted to help but was completely paralyzed, unable to move despite his best efforts.

"Blood Knife, dare to take someone in front of me? Do you really think I am nothing?"

A calm voice, like a闷雷 (thunder), echoed in the Blood Knife Old Ancestor's ears, shocking him. Feeling a strong force beside him, he quickly abandoned Water Sheng and turned to strike with a palm.

"Bang!" The two palms collided, creating a small whirlwind. Li Wuqing stood firm, but the Blood Knife Old Ancestor fell off the horse and landed on the ground.

Landing on his feet, he took a few hurried steps back, looking at Li Wuqing in shock and asked, "Who are you? Which expert from the Central Plains are you? Are you called Ding Dian? No, those experts shouldn't be so young. Who are you?"

It was no wonder the Blood Knife Old Ancestor was so shocked. His Blood Knife Sutra was nearly complete, and his skills were profound. He thought there were few equals in the Central Plains martial arts world, and indeed, it had been so for many years. However, today, he encountered such a formidable opponent.