Chapter 100

It must be mentioned that the horse, Lazy Horse, truly had an extremely poor gait. Not to mention traveling a thousand miles by day and eight hundred by night, even if it moved non-stop during the day, it would only cover a leisurely two to three hundred miles. After three or four days of travel, not to mention the sea, Su Yi hadn’t even encountered a small river.

No matter how anxious he was, he couldn’t just get off and run to Peach Blossom Island on his own two feet. Fortunately, there was no urgent matter, so Su Yi just let it be.

On this day at noon, Su Yi was eating at an inn, enjoying a hearty meal of fish and meat, when he caught a glimpse of a pale yellow cloud-like garment fluttering by, the figure quite familiar.

What a coincidence?

Su Yi immediately paid for his drink and hurriedly chased after. Indeed, a little girl in a pale yellow dress was skipping ahead, carrying a pile of ingredients that swayed as she walked. Though they were several dozen meters apart, Su Yi could still hear her softly humming a tune, her voice as clear and distant as a konghou, none other than Huang Rong, whom he had parted with just half a month ago...

Su Yi instantly broke into a delighted smile. This was like a pillow appearing just when you were sleepy. He was worried about finding the way to Peach Blossom Island, and now a guide had appeared... Truly, heaven was helping him!

He quietly followed her.

In a small forest not far from the town, the honest boy Guo Jing was sweating profusely, practicing his palm strikes on a small tree. He didn’t use his profound internal strength, but rather relied on his own physical strength, striking one palm after another. Although he didn’t use internal strength, the tree still swayed in the wind, but it wouldn’t break. Despite the futility of each strike, Guo Jing was not discouraged and continued to practice diligently, without the slightest hint of laziness.

About ten zhang away, an old beggar was lying on a tree branch, drooling as he slept, dreaming of some exquisite delicacy... This person was none other than the legendary Northern Beggar, Hong Qigong!

When Huang Rong arrived at the forest and saw Guo Jing still practicing diligently, she looked at the carefree Hong Qigong and her face showed dissatisfaction. She couldn’t help but push Hong Qigong a few times, pouting, "Seventh Master, look, Brother Jing has been practicing for three days, and he still hasn’t made any progress. Can’t you give him some more guidance?"

Hong Qigong lazily turned over, half-asleep, and said, "This boy’s internal strength is profound, but his talent is really poor, and his comprehension is even worse. My move, the Repentant Dragon, though simple, contains extremely intricate variations. If he uses it in battle now, it’s already quite powerful, but to fully unleash its power, he must practice like this. Only when his body remembers these moves will he truly master the Repentant Dragon. I’ve taught him everything I can. The rest depends on his own destiny. If you really can’t bear to see him suffer, just let him stop practicing."

"But..." Huang Rong twisted her body, worried, "Brother Jing has a match in over a month. I’m afraid he might get hurt!"

"With his current internal strength, he’s already invincible among the young generation. What’s there to worry about?" Hong Qigong, unable to sleep with Huang Rong around, sat up and said in disbelief, "Do you know? This boy’s talent is so poor, yet his internal strength is extremely high. I can’t figure out which cultivation method could have such a heaven-defying effect, allowing this dull boy to achieve such results!"

"But..." Hong Qigong suddenly pondered, "This boy is clearly following a Daoist cultivation method. The highest Daoist martial art is the Nine Yin Manual, which was taken by Wang Chongyang of the Quanzhen Sect over a decade ago. Could this boy be cultivating the Nine Yin Manual?"

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed possible. Hong Qigong’s face changed, and he took a swig of wine to calm himself, then said firmly, "That’s it, the truth is only one! It must be so. Besides the Nine Yin Manual, what other Daoist divine skill could make this dull boy so powerful? He must be cultivating the Nine Yin Manual!"

Huang Rong, surprised, covered her mouth. She had heard of the Nine Yin Manual, a supreme divine skill that even her father coveted. Could it be that the man she had chosen at random was actually cultivating the Nine Yin Manual? Where did he get this secret manual?

Huang Rong wanted to ask, but she was also worried that Guo Jing might hide something from her. She hesitated, her heart filled with conflicting emotions...

After a moment, she decided, "Forget it, it doesn’t matter what he’s cultivating, as long as he’s good to me!"

Huang Rong then gave up on her questions and focused on Guo Jing’s safety. She tugged at Hong Qigong’s arm, pouting, "Seventh Master, you don’t know how powerful that man is who’s going to fight Brother Jing. Do you know the Dragon King of the Ghost Gate? Do you know the Thousand-Handed Butcher? They are both renowned experts, and I saw that man kill them both with a single strike! Especially the Dragon King of the Ghost Gate, he was turned into minced meat! That man is so powerful, Brother Jing will definitely be hurt in the fight."

Thinking of the gruesome scene, Huang Rong shuddered. Clearly, Su Yi’s ferocity still terrified her.

"Really?"

Hong Qigong’s body stiffened, and he suddenly stood up, asking Huang Rong seriously.

Huang Rong nodded confidently.

"When did such a powerful expert appear in the martial world?"

Hong Qigong stroked his chin, pondering for a long time, and muttered, "The Nine Yang Manual has appeared, and now the Nine Yin Manual has a successor. And there’s also this supreme expert. There was also the Invincible Lone Swordsman and Su Yi, who challenged the leaders of various sects. The sudden appearance of so many young experts... The atmosphere in the martial world is not right these days..."

"Ah, right... I heard Sandongtian and the others call that man the Invincible Lone Swordsman..." Huang Rong suddenly remembered and added.

"Do you know the real name of that Invincible Lone Swordsman?"

Huang Rong replied casually, "His name is Yang Kang! He is Brother Jing’s sworn brother and the one he will fight."

...

"Yang Kang?"

Hearing this name, Hong Qigong couldn’t help but be stunned, then burst into uncontrollable laughter, slapping his thighs and laughing heartily.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The more he laughed, the more he enjoyed it. In the end, he lost control and fell off the tree branch, landing with a thud on the ground. Even then, he continued to laugh, slapping his thighs and pounding the ground, as if Yang Kang’s name was the funniest joke in the world. His manic laughter was so intense that it seemed he might die from it.

Huang Rong pouted, displeased, "Why are you so happy that Brother Jing is going to fight that Invincible Lone Swordsman?"

Hong Qigong finally managed to control his laughter, still looking weak, and gasped, "Heh... heh heh... not happy, heh heh... just funny, really funny!"

Taking a few deep breaths to calm down, Hong Qigong sat up and smiled, "I’ve met that boy, and his martial arts are indeed quite remarkable. But do you know about the Huashan Sword Meeting eighteen years ago?"

"Of course, what does that have to do with this?"

Hong Qigong slapped his thigh, "A lot! At the Huashan Sword Meeting, I, Duan Huangye, Ouyang Feng, your father, and Wang Chongyang competed for several days and nights. In the end, Wang Chongyang won the title of the strongest in the world and obtained the supreme secret manual, the Nine Yin Manual!"

"Hmph, if we had another competition now, my father would definitely be the first. He must have been careless back then," Huang Rong pouted,不服气地撇了撇嘴.

"That’s not the point. The point is that the Nine Yin Manual is in Wang Chongyang’s hands, and everyone in the world knows and acknowledges this. So, the Nine Yin Manual can be considered a Quanzhen Sect secret. Yang Kang is a disciple of Qiu Chuji, right? That means he is a genuine Quanzhen Sect disciple!"

Hong Qigong smiled, "Your Brother Jing is going to fight a Quanzhen Sect disciple, but he uses the Quanzhen Sect’s top Daoist divine skill, while the Quanzhen Sect disciple uses Buddhist martial arts. Don’t you think this is completely backwards? Isn’t this the funniest thing in the world?"

Thinking of the dominant and fiery true qi of that boy a year ago, the power of the Nine Yang Manual was evident. And the foolish boy in front of him was undoubtedly a successor of the Nine Yin Manual. However... Who would have thought that the Nine Yin and Nine Yang would face each other in battle!

Hong Qigong suddenly felt that he must be there to witness it! (To be continued)

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