Chapter 46

Chapter 45: Pursued by Feng Qingyang

Song Qingshu did not listen to Mu Wanqing at all. He had just gone through the Five Mountains Sword Techniques and the ten elders' countermeasures of the Devil Sect, and had learned them all. Now, he closed his eyes, and his mind began to work rapidly.

Having read the original work, he understood long ago that techniques are dead, but people are alive. If one uses these sword techniques rigidly, it is easy for others to break them. However, if the user is flexible, they can naturally avoid being easily defeated by the enemy.

Song Qingshu had always had high theoretical combat strength but lacked practical combat experience. Now, these murals vividly demonstrated the exchanges between experts.

The angles, timing, force, and the connection to the next move, as well as the enemy's response... Song Qingshu felt his mind becoming clearer and clearer.

Suddenly, he was startled and turned his head to look behind him. Mu Wanqing noticed his movement and also turned around, discovering an old man with white hair and a sage-like demeanor standing there silently.

"Young man, you have a very high level of alertness," the old man smiled slightly, looking at the sword techniques on the wall, his expression falling into a state of reminiscence, which finally turned into a long sigh, "After so many years, the people of the Sun Moon God Sect are still looking for this place."

This person was naturally Feng Qingyang, the sword master from the original work. Feng Qingyang had noticed Song Qingshu and Mu Wanqing as soon as they arrived at the Repentance Cliff. He was surprised to find that Song Qingshu did not hesitate and directly entered this secret cave.

It was known that apart from Linghu Chong, who stumbled upon this place by chance, no one else knew about its secret. Song Qingshu's actions clearly indicated that he knew about this secret beforehand. Sensing that his internal strength did not seem to be orthodox, Feng Qingyang deduced that he was likely a member of the Devil Sect who had obtained the secret from the notes of his predecessors.

The Five Mountains Sword Techniques must not fall into the hands of the Devil Sect. A thought flashed through Feng Qingyang's mind, and he said calmly, "Young man, I cannot let you take the Five Mountains Sword Techniques down the mountain. You will have to stay here with this old man for twenty or thirty years."

Song Qingshu had no idea that he was mistaken for a member of the Devil Sect and could not help but feel distressed. He was just here to pick up some leftovers that the main character of the original work had overlooked. Was it really that serious...

Mu Wanqing clearly felt the old man's profound and mysterious aura. Hearing his words, she became anxious and quickly explained, "We just accidentally entered your sect's forbidden area and didn't understand the rules. We saw your sect's secret techniques, but Dog Egg is just a fool and can't remember them. I hope the senior will be magnanimous and let him go."

Seeing Mu Wanqing pleading for him, Song Qingshu felt a warmth in his heart and looked at her gratefully.

Hearing Mu Wanqing's words, Feng Qingyang's expression became somewhat strange, "Is he a fool?" Suddenly realizing something, his expression became even more severe as he looked at Song Qingshu, "Deceiving a woman with smooth talk is even more unforgivable."

Song Qingshu had always respected this sword master, but seeing him come in without asking any questions and immediately saying he would imprison him for decades, and then lecturing him from a moral high ground, a surge of anger rose in his heart. The self-respect of a穿越者 (穿越者 means "穿越者" in Chinese, which can be translated as "time traveler" or "穿越者" in this context) made him smile proudly, "Haha, you talk as if your martial arts are better than mine."

Mu Wanqing's face turned pale with fear, and she looked anxiously at Song Qingshu, "Dog Egg, quickly apologize to the senior."

Feng Qingyang's heart had long been like an ancient well, but he was still irritated by Song Qingshu's behavior. He coldly snorted, "Young man, you are too arrogant."

"Try it then." Song Qingshu looked down at his nose, and his heart was calm as he stood there.

"Go ahead and make your move, or you won't have the chance. I'll let you have three moves first." Feng Qingyang stood with his hands behind his back, maintaining his dignity and refusing to make the first move.

...

"That's what you said." A wicked smile appeared on Song Qingshu's face. He moved, using the Sand Walking technique to its utmost, passing by Feng Qingyang like a bolt of lightning. Seeing a bloodstain on Feng Qingyang's neck, he slowly fell to the ground. Song Qingshu wiped the bloodstain off the wooden sword and said disdainfully, "Don't act all high and mighty; acting all high and mighty will get you struck by lightning."

...

Of course, the above scene was just Song Qingshu's imagination. Feng Qingyang gave him a strange look and coldly snorted, "You just lost your focus. If I had attacked, you would already be dead."

Song Qingshu wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and smiled awkwardly. He couldn't help but think about his habit of daydreaming. If it weren't for Feng Qingyang giving him three moves, he would have been dead from his distraction.

"Please, senior, give me some guidance." Song Qingshu gathered his spirit, and in his steps, he incorporated the defensive stance of Wudang's Soft Palm, the weightiness of Emei's Golden Summit Soft Palm, and the ferocity of the Heaven-Shaking Iron Palm.

"Ah!" Feng Qingyang looked at him in surprise, thinking to himself that this young man could blend several completely different palm techniques so appropriately, truly a martial arts prodigy. It was a pity that he was a member of the Devil Sect and full of malevolent energy...

Feng Qingyang's thoughts moved, and he pinched the sword gesture, pointing at Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu was startled to find a sharp and fierce sword qi tearing through his fist wind. If he continued to push forward without withdrawing his palm, his hand would likely be pierced. He quickly used a Great Demon Fist with his left hand to disperse the sword qi and flashed back several meters.

"The Nine Swords of Dugu's Palm-Breaking Technique, indeed well-deserved." Song Qingshu looked at Feng Qingyang with a heavy expression. The Nine Swords of Dugu were indeed designed to attack the enemy's vital points.

Feng Qingyang had long transcended the constraints of the Nine Swords of Dugu. The previous finger strike only contained the sword intent of the Palm-Breaking Technique. Seeing that Song Qingshu mistakenly thought it was the Nine Swords of Dugu, he did not bother to correct him, "Your martial arts are already outstanding among the younger generation, truly rare and commendable."

"Senior Feng is indeed the best swordsman in the world today." Song Qingshu sincerely praised.

"The first move is over, now the second move." Feng Qingyang smiled faintly and continued to stand with his hands behind his back.

"Damn, when can I also stand like this and show off in front of the enemy?" Song Qingshu thought angrily, then he used a standard Tiger Claw technique to attack Feng Qingyang's center.

"Ah!" Feng Qingyang was surprised again. The previous palm technique had blended the essence of several palm techniques, but this second move was so ordinary. He knew that Song Qingshu must have a follow-up move, so he remained still.

Sure enough, as he approached, Song Qingshu changed from a fierce Tiger Claw to a vicious and poisonous Nine Yin White Bone Claw. The speed of the change was so fast that Feng Qingyang, though caught off guard, remained calm and slowly pointed his finger at the claw shadow.

Mu Wanqing watched from the side, feeling nauseous. Song Qingshu's Nine Yin White Bone Claw was extremely fast, but Feng Qingyang's finger moved as if in slow motion, yet it perfectly used the sword qi to disperse each of Song Qingshu's claws!

After a few breaths, Song Qingshu returned to his original position, his hands numb. Feng Qingyang looked at him with surprise, "I didn't expect that he could withstand my sword qi without any injury."

"There is one last move." The more this happened, the more alert Feng Qingyang became. Such a person in the Devil Sect was not a blessing for Huashan. He unconsciously harbored the intention to kill. Chapter 46: A Slap in Anger

Noticing the sharpness in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Song Qingshu also knew something was wrong, but he wasn't really afraid. Instead, he felt a bit eager to try.

He drew a circle with his left hand and struck with his right, aiming at Feng Qingyang. It was the "Repentant Dragon" move from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

Seeing that Song Qingshu was far away and that his previous moves were too unpredictable, Feng Qingyang decided to remain unchanged and condensed his innate sword qi in his fingers.

Song Qingshu did not wait for the move to age. He drew another circle with his left hand and struck again with his right, using the same "Repentant Dragon" move.

The force of the two palms combined, surging like a raging tide, unstoppable, like an invisible wall of energy rushing towards Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang felt his breathing become labored and quickly pinched the sword gesture, using the Qi-Breaking Technique to counter.

Song Qingshu used the momentum of his rush to leap into the air and, using the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" move from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, unleashed the third "Repentant Dragon" move. The three layers of energy combined, surging with immense force towards Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang's expression finally changed. He had underestimated Song Qingshu's strength. His innate sword qi could easily break the first two layers of energy, but he did not expect that in the blink of an eye, Song Qingshu could deliver a third palm. The force of the three palms combined increased exponentially, and just as Feng Qingyang broke the first two layers, his innate sword qi was shattered by Song Qingshu's third palm. With no choice, he had to retreat several meters.

Feng Qingyang's face was somewhat embarrassed. After all, this was the first time in many years that he had been forced to defend against an enemy, and the opponent was a young man. "Three Waves of the Dragon Subduing Palm! Are you the Khitan Xiao Feng?"

"If the Great King Xiao were here, Senior Feng would not be so relaxed facing me." Song Qingshu's words gave a negative answer. He secretly felt lucky. Knowing the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the principles of Xiao Feng's most skilled moves, he managed to pull it off with great effort. Of course, in terms of power, energy angle, and timing, he was still far from Xiao Feng, so he needed to use "Flying Dragon in the Sky" to complete the final palm.

"Then who are you? You possess the orthodox techniques of Emei and Wudang, the evil Nine Yin White Bone Claw, and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of the Beggar Sect. Your mastery of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is probably only surpassed by Xiao Feng and Guo Jing in the entire Beggar Sect. The other leaders and elders are far inferior to you." Feng Qingyang's discernment was extremely sharp, and he quickly understood Song Qingshu's martial arts style.

"You can call me Dog Egg." Song Qingshu glanced at Mu Wanqing, who was staring in shock, and smiled mischievously. In his heart, he thought that it was better to accumulate resources and wait for the right time. He had done something wrong to Zhou Zhiruo, and if he became famous, Zhou Zhiruo might come looking for him, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

"Three moves are over. Since you are unwilling to say, you will have to stay here." Feng Qingyang was slightly angry, pinched the sword gesture, and attacked.

The speed of the sword qi made Song Qingshu's jaw drop. In a panic, he quickly used the Snake Rolling Technique and rolled on the ground. Chapter 46: A Slap in Anger

Noticing the sharpness in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Song Qingshu also knew something was wrong, but he wasn't really afraid. Instead, he felt a bit eager to try.

He drew a circle with his left hand and struck with his right, aiming at Feng Qingyang. It was the "Repentant Dragon" move from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

Seeing that Song Qingshu was far away and that his previous moves were too unpredictable, Feng Qingyang decided to remain unchanged and condensed his innate sword qi in his fingers.

Song Qingshu did not wait for the move to age. He drew another circle with his left hand and struck again with his right, using the same "Repentant Dragon" move.

The force of the two palms combined, surging like a raging tide, unstoppable, like an invisible wall of energy rushing towards Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang felt his breathing become labored and quickly pinched the sword gesture, using the Qi-Breaking Technique to counter.

Song Qingshu used the momentum of his rush to leap into the air and, using the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" move from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, unleashed the third "Repentant Dragon" move. The three layers of energy combined, surging with immense force towards Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang's expression finally changed. He had underestimated Song Qingshu's strength. His innate sword qi could easily break the first two layers of energy, but he did not expect that in the blink of an eye, Song Qingshu could deliver a third palm. The force of the three palms combined increased exponentially, and just as Feng Qingyang broke the first two layers, his innate sword qi was shattered by Song Qingshu's third palm. With no choice, he had to retreat several meters.

Feng Qingyang's face was somewhat embarrassed. After all, this was the first time in many years that he had been forced to defend against an enemy, and the opponent was a young man. "Three Waves of the Dragon Subduing Palm! Are you the Khitan Xiao Feng?"

"If the Great King Xiao were here, Senior Feng would not be so relaxed facing me." Song Qingshu's words gave a negative answer. He secretly