Chapter 17

In the dead of night, in the quiet mortuary hall, two ghostly figures engaged in a fierce battle, each trying to outdo the other.

Gongyang Yu was increasingly alarmed as the black-clad figure before him unleashed a seemingly endless array of bizarre and unheard-of moves, some of which were so devious and powerful that he could hardly imagine them, yet they seemed to be relentless and chaotic, impossible to guard against.

After a while, Gongyang Yu was drenched in sweat, his teeth grinding against the corn kernels in his mouth, making a crunching sound.

This young man is too difficult to deal with. Clearly, he does not have the cultivation of a True Martial Realm practitioner, yet his moves are extremely fierce. How could such a formidable expert have appeared in the world without anyone ever hearing of him?

Gongyang Yu was no ordinary person. His early cultivation far exceeded the True Martial Realm, but due to a severe injury many years ago, he could not recover, and his strength gradually declined. Later, to avoid his enemies, he fled to the southern capital and became a night watchman at the mortuary.

In terms of the study of martial arts and mystical techniques, Gongyang Yu was not much inferior to the Great Killer Feng, and in some ways, he was even superior. However, when it came to the methods of killing, he could not compare.

Forced to retreat continuously by the Great Killer Feng, the hall was filled with evil winds and flying wood chips. Several corpses, affected by the two men's internal energy, fell from the overturned coffins and lay cold and stiff on the ground.

Thugs are not to be feared; what is to be feared is a thug with culture.

At this moment, Gongyang Yu finally understood the profound truth of this saying. The black-clad figure before him clearly did not care about honor, using every trick in the book, from bizarre and dangerous moves to despicable and low-down tactics, all aimed at him.

Everything from eye-gouging, crotch-kicking, throat-slashing, and foot-stomping was used without restraint.

Not only that, the young man even insulted him while fighting, using the most offensive language.

"Old turtle, are you sick? What are you doing blocking me in the middle of the night? I didn't steal your wife, did I? Do you even have a wife? If you do, she must be old and decrepit, and even if she were to run off with someone else, it wouldn't be my fault."

"Oh? You want to use the collar lock? Watch me break your claws."

"Damn, I'm going to kick your crotch. What are you going to do about it? I'll make sure you can never get it up again."

"Damn, a sweeping kick? How embarrassing. Look at your short legs. Go ahead, try to sweep. You can't reach, you can't reach. I'll make you die of anger..."

The old man was so angry that his teeth were clenched, and his veins were about to burst. He had seen shameless people before, but never one as shameless as this. This young man was not only shameless and despicable but also cunning. When had such a shameless person appeared in the world?

The more the old man got angry, the more disordered his movements became. He felt his blood rushing to his head, and his internal organs were affected by his anger, causing him to vomit blood.

"Wow, you're spitting blood?" The Great Killer Feng clapped his hands in delight, not letting up with his words. "Old man, why do you make things so difficult for yourself? It would be better to go home and warm your bed with your wife. Why did you have to block me? See? You're spitting blood. You deserve it. Don't have sex for the next half-month, or you'll end up with kidney problems."

"You... you, you are shameless." The old man, with a green face, felt dizzy and lightheaded. This was bad. His skills hadn't failed, but he had been so angry that he had aggravated his old injuries. Damn, he shouldn't have argued with this young man.

Seeing the old man stop, the Great Killer Feng jumped out of the circle and mocked, "I may be shameless, but I'm still better than you. Look at your head, with only six white hairs left. Why did you come out to meddle in other people's affairs? See? You're sick now. Don't say I didn't warn you. If you don't treat your injuries, you'll die for sure."

Feng Jueyu looked around, as if suddenly understanding. "Oh... I get it. Do you want to die? You should have said so earlier. There are so many coffins here; just pick one. I'm a kind person. If you beg me, I might find you a good burial spot and won't charge you for the funeral. Do you want an inscription on the tombstone? How about 'Stinky Salted Fish'?"

The old man clutched his chest, his face turning pale. He pointed at Feng Jueyu but couldn't say a word. Finally, he swayed and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Feng Jueyu, realizing the old man might have internal injuries, used words to provoke him. He didn't expect that people could actually be angered to death. Seeing the old man fall, he was overjoyed, ran over, and carefully examined him for a while before finally breathing a sigh of relief.

Ha, finally down. Old man, you really shouldn't have messed with me.

It was getting late, and Feng Jueyu prepared to leave after dealing with Gongyang Yu. After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped. "Hmm? A night watchman who can use true energy and has such good skills? This old man's identity is very suspicious."

Looking at the unconscious Gongyang Yu, Feng Jueyu squatted down and felt his pulse. A chill ran through him...

What a powerful cold energy.

Feng Jueyu was startled. The cold energy in this world was extremely vicious. According to medical texts, there were thousands of types of evil herbs and poisonous flowers. It seemed that Gongyang Yu's strength had been affected by this cold energy, which was why he had been angered to the point of spitting blood.

Cold and Gloomy Ice Energy!

After diagnosing Gongyang Yu, Feng Jueyu recalled a type of internal energy described in a book in the Shangguan family's study. This made him even more interested in the old man's identity. For such a skilled expert to be content to stay in a place of the dead must have some hidden secrets. It seemed his cultivation was not just what it appeared to be.

After some thought, Feng Jueyu wandered around the room and finally found two bundles of hemp rope. He then lifted Gongyang Yu and tied him to a pillar in the hall, wrapping him tightly.

Finally, Feng Jueyu took out the needles he had obtained from Li Yide, found the right points, and used the silver needles to draw the cold energy into his body. He then used the golden needle technique to seal several major acupoints on Gongyang Yu. This way, although the Cold and Gloomy Ice Energy in Gongyang Yu's body was not completely eliminated, the main cold energy was forced into a corner, ensuring that Gongyang Yu would be safe for the time being and unable to escape.

The cold energy entering his body made Feng Jueyu shiver, but the death spirit energy quickly surged to consume the cold energy. Only someone with the Life and Death Irregularity technique could withstand such powerful and vicious cold energy.

"Old man, I'll come back to see you after I'm done." After making sure Gongyang Yu wouldn't die soon, Feng Jueyu clapped his hands and left.

...

Stealthily returning to the Shangguan family, it was still early in the morning. Feng Jueyu changed his clothes and hid the night clothes under a secret compartment in the bed.

This secret compartment was secretly carved out by the dead Feng Jueyu to store silver. Unfortunately, the dead man didn't save much money, and there were only about ten silver pieces, which he took.

The next morning, Feng Jueyu got up early to breathe fresh air outside the courtyard. The Shangguan family's maids and servants were already busy, cleaning the courtyard, moving things around, and delivering food to the Yunmeng Pavilion. It seemed that the young miss planned to stay at home for a while.

During breakfast, Shangguan Ruomeng was not there, probably reviewing work at the shop with Xing'er. This was good, as it saved him from being watched all day.

After a hearty breakfast, Feng Jueyu left the Shangguan family's gate under the pretense of taking a walk. As usual, he was followed, but this time by four people instead of two.

"Persistent ghosts." Feng Jueyu walked through the streets and alleys with the four followers.

These four were sent by Wang Tong, all with decent skills, but not particularly high. After following for a while, the person in front suddenly disappeared, leaving the four stunned.

"Where did he go?" one of them asked, the same one who had lost Feng Jueyu before.

"Disappeared?" The other three ran to the front, looking around but finding no trace of him.

"Lost again?"

"Again?" The two new followers noticed the hint and asked, "Lost before?"

One of the followers clenched his teeth. "No, we lost him yesterday, but we started late, so it was normal. But today, I clearly saw him in front of me."

"Hey, do you think he noticed us?" one of the followers, dressed like a vendor, speculated.

The other three looked at him with disdain. "Don't talk nonsense. That drunkard, did you eat shit this morning?"

"But... how did we lose him twice in a row?"

The three were speechless. The leader said, "Damn, are you slacking off? I saw you staring at the widow Liu on the main street, Second."

"I didn't." A thin, lanky figure looked aggrieved.

"Third, where did you get that wine?"

"Um, from the Hundred Flavors Pavilion."

"Damn, you're quick."

"Fourth..." The first, second, and third looked at the fourth, who was staring at a nearby gambling den with a gleam in his eyes, mimicking the action of rolling dice, clearly enjoying it.

The three broke out in a cold sweat.

The leader said, "Damn, stop staring and find him. It's too embarrassing to lose him twice in two days. Think about how you'll explain this to the master when you return."

...

Finally, the Great Killer Feng managed to shake off the four followers and arrived at the Jishi Pavilion in the southern part of the city.

As before, the Jishi Pavilion was deserted, not even a ghost in sight. Such a business should have closed down even without a trap. Sigh.

Sighing, he walked to the door and saw Li Tong'er looking out from inside. It seemed that Li Yide's condition had improved, and she had slept well, her face less pale and more rosy, like a green apple ripening.

Today, Li Tong'er wore a yellow floral dress, looking very pretty. The top seemed a bit small, making her small chest appear more prominent.

The Great Killer Feng was stunned. This little girl looks good when she dresses up.

"Big Brother Feng, you're here." The little girl saw Feng Jueyu and immediately smiled brightly.

Entering the Jishi Pavilion, the Great Killer Feng, with his charming smile that could captivate thousands of young girls, teased, "Tong'er, you look very pretty today."

"Really?" Being from the old society, the girl couldn't handle the compliment. Her heart was filled with sweetness, and her face turned red to the roots of her neck. She lowered her head, fidgeting with the hem of her dress, not knowing what to say.

Unbeknownst to her, since seeing Feng Jueyu yesterday, she had been restless, dreaming of him all night. This morning, she had specially dressed up to make a good impression on him and had prepared many considerate words, like asking if he had slept well, but she couldn't say any of them.

Seeing the girl lower her head and not speak, Feng Jueyu carefully observed her and was startled. Oh, is this little girl in heat? What kind of expression is this?