Chapter 15

On the main road, a man with a tattered bundle on his back and wearing a leather coat walked alongside a spirited young girl.

However, the man looked unkempt and disheveled, which was quite a mismatch with the beautiful woman.

These two were Wang Yue and A Bi, who had just left Wang Family Village.

It had been three years. During these three years, Wang Yue and A Bi had traveled all over Central China, even to the regions beyond the passes and the Western Regions. Wherever there was danger, Wang Yue would go to check it out. Although they found quite a few good herbs, even a few thousand-year-old ginseng plants, they did not find the Purple Yang Bamboo.

"Wang Yue, there's a small town ahead. Let's go and get something to eat," Wang Yue said.

Wang Yue's voice was the same as it was three years ago, without any change, but his eyes were even clearer.

Moreover, during these three years, Wang Yue's martial arts had not been neglected. His internal boxing had become even more proficient, reaching the peak of the Hidden Power stage, just a step away from becoming a Transformation Power martial artist.

Now, Wang Yue had some ideas about cultivating Transformation Power and Pill Power, but he still needed to study them in detail to confirm whether his research and insights were correct.

As long as he could become a Transformation Power martial artist, Wang Yue would be certain that his conjectures and deductions were correct. As long as he followed the internal boxing system, he would surely become a Pill Power martial artist.

A Pill Power martial artist, that was equivalent to a grandmaster, a terrestrial immortal compared to ordinary people.

A Bi also saw the small town ahead and nodded, saying, "Okay. Brother Wang Yue, we haven't encountered a town for a month. We've been traveling east from the Western Regions, and we didn't expect to enter the heart of Central China again."

A Bi had traveled with Wang Yue across the great rivers and mountains, enjoying the natural scenery. Moreover, A Bi's cultivation had made great progress, reaching the early stage of Hidden Power, making her a top-notch martial artist in the martial world.

A top-notch martial artist, when traveling in the martial world, had the ability to protect themselves.

Entering the town, Wang Yue and A Bi sat down at an inn.

They ordered many dishes, all rich in nutrition.

Both of them were internal boxing martial artists with vigorous blood and qi and strong digestive power, so their appetites were more than five times that of ordinary people.

A large table of food was quickly devoured, and the surrounding diners looked at Wang Yue and A Bi with surprise.

"Hey, have you heard? The deputy leader of the Beggar Sect, Ma Dachuan, was killed, and he was killed by his own famous move, the Throat Locking Grappling Hand," a martial artist by the window suddenly said.

Another martial artist nodded and said, "Yes, I've heard about it too. This kind of killing method can only be done by Murong Fu's 'Using the Enemy's Way to Defeat the Enemy.' Now, the Beggar Sect is looking for Murong Fu, and it's said that Chief Jiao himself has taken action."

A Bi heard their conversation and exclaimed, "Ah, could Murong Fu really have killed Deputy Leader Ma?"

A Bi looked at Wang Yue and asked, "Brother Wang Yue, Ma Dachuan was the deputy leader of the Beggar Sect, second only to the leader. Killing Ma Dachuan means a life-and-death feud with the Beggar Sect."

A flash of insight appeared in Wang Yue's eyes, and he smiled, "In these three years, we've been in the deep mountains and forests, so we don't know much about the outside world. How would I know if it was Murong Fu? However, although Ma Dachuan's Throat Locking Grappling Hand is a good move, it's not necessarily the only one who knows it in the martial world."

A Bi nodded, "Yes, Brother Wang Yue is right."

Once a martial artist reached a certain level, imitating others' moves was not difficult. Even if A Bi watched the Grappling Hand a few times, she could imitate it to a certain extent.

Of course, this was an advantage of internal boxing martial artists. Other martial artists might not have such an ability.

"Wang Yue, after we finish eating, let's go home," Wang Yue said.

During these three years, Wang Yue had spent most of his time in the wild, and now he was feeling homesick.

A Bi nodded, "Okay."

...

When they returned to Wang Family Village, Wang Yue felt a bit excited.

"I'm back," Wang Yue looked at Wang Family Village, feeling a mix of excitement and guilt, "But in these three years, I haven't found the Purple Yang Bamboo." A Bi comforted him, "Brother Wang Yue, it's not your fault. The Purple Yang Bamboo is a spiritual herb. If it were so easy to obtain, it wouldn't be so precious."

...

"Wang Yue, you're back."

Wang Yue had just returned home when Wang Shan arrived.

Wang Yue glanced at Wang Shan and was surprised, "Brother Shan, you're great. You're already a Hidden Power martial artist. You have a place in the martial world. How is the National Martial Arts Hall doing?"

Wang Shan said happily, "It's going well. The National Martial Arts Hall now has over a thousand disciples. Three of them have reached the Hidden Power stage, one of whom is from our Wang Family Village. Can you guess who it is?"

Wang Yue asked, "Is it Wang He, the son of Uncle Qingfan?"

"Exactly, Wang He. He usually seems quite simple, but I didn't expect him to become a Hidden Power martial artist. Ha ha," Wang Shan laughed heartily.

Wang Yue knew this young man, Wang He, who was two years younger than him. He was not good at speaking and seemed a bit simple.

Seeing him, Wang Yue thought of his disciple Chen Zhi from his previous life. He didn't expect Wang He to also reach the Hidden Power stage.

Wang Yue said happily, "Good, good. Including me, our Wang Family Village now has three Hidden Power martial artists. Even a regular sect in the martial world wouldn't dare to challenge us."

Wang Shan asked, "Wang Yue, you've been out for three years. Did you find what you were looking for?"

Wang Yue shook his head, "No, it's not that easy to find. I'll have to think of another way. In a few days, I'll visit the headquarters of the Beggar Sect. The Beggar Sect has many members, and perhaps Chief Jiao can help me."

Wang Shan nodded, "Yes, that's a good idea. Do what you need to do. I'll take care of the village and the National Martial Arts Hall, so you can rest assured."

Wang Shan had matured a lot compared to a few years ago and was more steady in his actions.

Wang Yue nodded, "Thank you, Brother Shan. Speaking of which, I haven't been a very good village chief. Ha ha."

After becoming the village chief, Wang Yue hadn't done much for the village.

Wang Shan laughed, "You're a man with big ambitions. By the way, I got married in the second year after you left. Come to my house when you have time, and my wife will cook something good for you. A Bi has been with you for so many years, you should marry her soon and not delay her."

Wang Yue nodded, "I'll consider it."

Wang Shan laughed, "Alright, I'll leave now."

...

At Swallow Wharf, Murong Fu looked grim. He hadn't expected someone to dare to use his name to kill.

"Master, we must investigate the murder of Ma Dachuan. Otherwise, it will harm your reputation," Feng Bo'e said.

Murong Fu's defeat to Wang Yue could be attributed to his martial arts skills, but if the true culprit of Ma Dachuan's murder wasn't found, it would reflect poorly on his character.

If South Murong became a murderer, no one in the martial world would help him anymore.

This would be a fatal blow to his plans to restore the Great Yan.

"If I find out who used my name to commit murder, I will tear them to pieces," Murong Fu said coldly. Over the years, he had worked hard to build his reputation.

Murong Fu not only wanted to be famous but also to make money, recruit talent, and manage his time tightly.

Now, encountering such a situation was very frustrating.

"Brother Bao, Brother Feng, I'm leaving now to investigate," Murong Fu set off immediately.

Bao Bu Tong said, "Master, we'll go with you."

Feng Bo'e also said, "Yes, Master, we'll go with you for support."

Murong Fu shook his head and laughed coldly, "No, you stay and guard Swallow Wharf. My current martial arts skills, while not invincible, are formidable. Even Jiao Feng is not a match for me."

Murong Fu's internal boxing was already very pure, and although he hadn't reached the peak of Hidden Power, he was not to be underestimated. Compared to three years ago, his skills had grown several times stronger.

Murong Fu's feet lightly touched the ground, and his body floated over the lake like a feather. He quickly disappeared.

Feng Bo'e was surprised, "Master's lightness skills are getting better and better."

Bao Bu Tong laughed, "Not just his lightness skills, Master is getting stronger overall. Ha ha."

...

"Boatman, take us to Swallow Wharf."

A foreign monk and a young man in blue clothes said to the old boatman.

The old man shook his head, "Master, Swallow Wharf is not a place for just anyone. You should find someone else."

The foreign monk grabbed the old man's neck and smiled, "Boatman, don't force me to take drastic measures."

The young man in blue clothes shouted, "Jiumo Zhi, what are you doing? You're a respected monk. Do you want to bully an unarmed boatman? If this gets out, your reputation will be ruined, and you'll have no face in the martial world."

Jiumo Zhi smiled, "As long as the boatman takes us to Swallow Wharf, everything will be fine."

The old man, seeing that Jiumo Zhi was not to be trifled with, said, "I can take you, but you must leave immediately after we land."

Jiumo Zhi nodded, "Agreed."

...

Jiumo Zhi and the young man in blue sat on the boat. Jiumo Zhi looked at the young man and smiled, "Duan Yu, think carefully. If you don't write down the Six Pulse Sword Technique, I will burn the living sword manual in front of Mr. Murong Bo's grave."

Duan Yu smiled, "If I don't write it, I still have a chance to live. If I write it, I will surely die. Master, I'm not a three-year-old child."

Jiumo Zhi sneered, "I hope you can still smile when we reach Mr. Murong Bo's grave. If you change your mind, let me know."

With that, Jiumo Zhi closed his eyes to rest and stopped persuading.

...

Wang Yuyan arrived at Swallow Wharf and saw A Zhu, asking, "A Zhu, where is my cousin?"

A Zhu said, "Miss, Master has gone out. I don't know what you need from Master."

Wang Yuyan smiled, "Oh, I have some new insights about internal boxing. I hope they will be useful to my cousin."

Suddenly, Wang Yuyan saw a small boat approaching the lake.

"Hmm? Are these my cousin's friends?"

Wang Yuyan asked in confusion.

Among Murong Fu's friends, there were no foreign monks.

"Miss, let's go inside and see what these people want at Swallow Wharf," A Zhu said.

Wang Yuyan nodded, "Yes, that's a good idea. A Zhu, this is Swallow Wharf, so handle the situation."

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