Chapter 6

Jiang Tengqing clutched the letter in his hand, his face brimming with wild joy.

He read the letter three times, burst into a hearty laugh, and strode out the door.

Before he could leave, he bumped into Lady Jiang. She scolded, "What are you doing, being so rash?"

Jiang Tengqing waved the letter at her and laughed, "Good news, great news, the best news ever!"

He didn't have time to say more, and walked out quickly, shouting, "Someone, prepare the carriage!"

The Jiang family's territory occupied a large area at the foot of Mount Taiwu, and not far away was a town called Luming, located by the Changchuan River, which made it quite prosperous due to the river's transportation.

Jiang Tengqing's carriage arrived at the Changchuan River in Luming Town, where there was a group of courtyards facing the river, with a very elegant environment.

This was Jiang Tengqing's first visit. As soon as he approached, he signaled the driver to slow down to avoid disturbing anyone.

The driver thought the clan leader was being too cautious and said with a smile, "Sir, why be so careful? Is there any family in Luming that can surpass us?"

Jiang Tengqing's face darkened, "Shut up! Do you know where we are? This is Hainei Residence, the Hainei Residence of the Zhong family!"

The driver, who had tried to flatter, felt a bit wronged, "It's just an inn, isn't it?"

Jiang Tengqing scolded, "If you don't understand, just shut up! Don't embarrass the Jiang family! Even if it's an inn, it's the Zhong family's inn!"

He glared at the driver fiercely, got out of the carriage, straightened his clothes, and walked briskly to the door of one of the courtyards.

As soon as he approached, a black shadow appeared silently in front of him.

Although the Jiang family had fallen, Jiang Tengqing was still a martial artist at the Yangming realm, with some strength. But he only noticed the black shadow when it was right in front of him!

He quickly smiled, "Are you from Mr. Fuliu? I came because I received the letter."

He hurriedly handed over the letter. The black shadow glanced at the envelope and then at him, and finally stepped aside.

Jiang Tengqing was ultimately not allowed to enter the courtyard. At the door, a graceful young lady walked out with a smile, "Lord Cimu said that Clan Leader Jiang only needs to wait at home for Mr. Fuliu's message."

Jiang Tengqing said earnestly, "It's Lord Cimu himself! The Jiang family is still a local power. If it's not too much trouble, please let us show our hospitality!"

The young lady listened for a moment, then covered her mouth and laughed, "Lord Cimu said it would be quite a trouble."

The direct refusal made Jiang Tengqing feel awkward, "Since that's the case, I'll take my leave..."

The sound of the carriage faded away. Inside the courtyard, a person stood by the window, gazing at the surging river. Behind him stood another person in black, with a white cloth covering his face, making it impossible to see. The white cloth had a pattern of thorns, each sharp and piercing.

The man in black, with his hands in his sleeves, glanced outside, "A family like this can actually produce such a girl!"

The person by the window smiled slightly. He wore a wide robe, and the black water patterns on his sleeves moved like real water as he moved.

He picked up a cup, sniffed the tea, and said, "It's my luck."

The man in black laughed softly, and the thorns on the white cloth seemed to move. He bowed his head, "It's fate, my lord will surely become a martial lord, so this girl was sent to you."

Fuliu sighed, "Using such a girl for medicine seems a bit of a waste. But there's no choice, given her family and her bloodline. The ancestral bloodline of the Yimin clan, huh!"

He said calmly, "Go, bring her to the capital, and treat her well."

The man in black bowed in agreement. Fuliu walked to the table, and with a "ding," the teacup landed on the table, and his figure disappeared.

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Jiang Feng squatted alone in an unnamed small valley. Next to him was a stone slab with a blank piece of paper.

Jiang Feng used a sharp stone to draw on another stone slab, filled with various lines, characters, and numbers.

Since he proposed that idea last time, he had been trying to put it into practice. He found that the work was much more complex than he had imagined. There were too many aspects to consider, making it extremely difficult.

With his current abilities, redesigning a martial technique was impossible.

Later, he thought of a transitional method.

On the first day he met the young lady, she demonstrated the Lightning Palm in front of him. Her Lightning Palm was completely different from what he had seen in the North Jiang.

The master he saw demonstrated a Lightning Palm that was full of killing intent and extremely rigid. But the young lady's Lightning Palm was graceful and free, with a hidden sharpness.

Could he modify an existing martial technique based on personal characteristics?

Jiang Feng was trying.

He made the final stroke on the stone slab, carefully reviewed it from beginning to end, and smiled.

The young lady had just integrated the Mingxin Seed and could now use Ming power. He planned to give her this improved martial technique as a gift to celebrate!

Jiang Feng copied it onto the paper, checked it again to confirm there were no errors, and then walked out of the valley, heading quickly to the small courtyard.

Jiang Feng pushed open the courtyard gate and immediately saw the young lady. She stood under the tree as usual, her slender body enveloped in a thin layer of white light, looking sacred and beautiful.

But Jiang Feng soon noticed something was wrong. A tall, thin man in black stood in front of her, wearing a pointed hat, looking like the legendary Grim Reaper.

The man in black said coolly, "You know what's going on, come with me."

The young lady stared at him, her face filled with anger and despair—Jiang Feng had never seen her so agitated. She gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "In your dreams, I will never go!"

The man in black sighed disappointedly, "My lord said to treat you well."

He waved his hand, and Jiang Feng noticed several shadowy attendants standing beside him. They immediately moved forward, reaching out to grab the young lady.

"Miss!" Jiang Feng shouted, his body springing forward, and he pushed one of them to the side with a quick movement!

The person was completely focused on the young lady and didn't expect Jiang Feng to suddenly intervene. Jiang Feng's movement was so skillful that the person was pushed back, almost losing his balance!

Jiang Feng took a fighting stance and shouted, "This is the young lady's residence, get out!"

The man in black with the white face smiled coldly, "Being humiliated by a commoner, you are truly accomplished."

The attendants were startled and immediately reached out to grab Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng pressed his shoulders down, slipped under the person's hand, and lunged into his embrace! He thrust his elbow forward, hitting the person's chest.

A muffled "pu" sound, but the person didn't budge. He snorted and hugged inward. Before his arms could close, Jiang Feng grabbed his arm and did a backflip, and the person hugged nothing but air!

"Hmph," the man in black laughed again, and the attendant panicked, shouting, "Swift Wind Finger!"

A stream of light appeared on his body, concentrating on his fingers. His movements instantly sped up several times. Before Jiang Feng could land, the person's fingers had already stabbed into his shoulder, creating two bloody holes!

As a Mingxin martial artist, it took him three rounds to injure a commoner, making him both angry and fearful. He used the Swift Wind Finger repeatedly, and blood splattered from Jiang Feng's shoulder and chest, and he was soon severely injured!

During this time, Jiang Feng had become accustomed to analyzing various data. Even in the midst of intense pain, he was still thinking about the person's movements, speed, and the force of the blows...

So strong! This is a Mingxin martial artist!

The slight sense of pride from injuring Jiang Huixiao last time was completely shattered. This was the first time he had truly experienced the power of a martial artist. His martial techniques and on-the-spot reactions were useless against such absolute power, and he could only passively take the hits!

"Jiang Feng!" The young lady's voice was full of panic. She quickly came to his side, bent down, and placed her hand on his chest. White light seeped into Jiang Feng's skin, and his bleeding stopped immediately.

"Interesting, truly interesting..." A cold voice with a hint of amusement came from the shadows. The person who had injured Jiang Feng hid behind the tree, and the one who had been talking to the young lady walked to her side, leaning over toward Jiang Feng.

The man in black, with his hands in his sleeves, wore a pointed hat, and a long white cloth hung from the brim, with a pattern of thorns that kept changing. Jiang Feng couldn't see his eyes, but he could feel the cold gaze sweeping over him, as if he were being evaluated like a piece of pork.

"To be a commoner and still manage to last three moves against Blackwood Three, even though he is a bit useless, it's quite remarkable."

Jiang Feng suddenly felt a cold breath sweep from his head to his feet. The man in black sighed, genuinely regretful, "But, it's a pity."

He didn't say what he was regretting, but Jiang Feng suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

Then, he began to examine Jiang Feng's wounds. With his own healing ability and the young lady's assistance, the bloody holes on his body had stopped bleeding and were beginning to heal.

"Truly worthy of being a descendant of the Yimin clan, with the ancestral bloodline..."

The man turned to the young lady, his voice more satisfied. He said calmly, "Don't resist pointlessly. You already know your fate, don't you? Being chosen by Mr. Fuliu is a stroke of luck for you."

His voice suddenly turned cold, "Since you have something to care about, don't destroy it with your own hands!"

The young lady clenched her fists tightly, gritted her teeth, and her whole body trembled. She had always been composed, and Jiang Feng had never seen her like this.

Something to care about? Me? Is this person using me to threaten the young lady?

He straightened his body, about to stand up, but the young lady, as if prepared, quickly held him down.

She lowered her eyes, her chest heaving for a moment, and her voice finally calmed down. She stood up and bowed, "Yes, I understand. I will go with you to see Mr. Fuliu."

What? Jiang Feng shouted, "Young lady, no!"

The white cloth fluttered slightly, and the man in black said with satisfaction, "Very good. Mr. Fuliu hasn't taken a disciple in a long time. With you, he will surely teach you everything. What is the Jiang family? Following the lord is a step to the sky!"

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