Chapter 35

Wang Yue traveled for eight days and finally arrived at Miaojiang.

To the Han people of Central China, Miaojiang always carries a hint of mystery.

When it comes to Miaojiang, the first things that come to mind are witchcraft and poison.

These two things make the Han people shudder.

Wang Yue looked at the primeval forest before him and said, "There are few human footprints in Miaojiang. Even the Miao people only live on the periphery. This place still retains its primitive state, no wonder there are exotic creatures like the eight-legged blood centipede here."

Wang Yue walked deeper into Miaojiang. Although the jungle is very dangerous, even a single venomous insect or snake can be fatal, Wang Yue, as a Huajin martial artist, can achieve the realm where leaves do not touch his body. This level of danger means nothing to him.

"Here it is."

Wang Yue opened the Divine Wood King Tripod and placed it on a large rock, watching quietly from a distance.

The Divine Wood King Tripod emitted a strange fragrance, which had a fatal attraction to venomous insects and snakes.

"Hmm? What is this thing?"

Wang Yue noticed a strange insect, about twenty centimeters long, quickly crawling towards the Divine Wood King Tripod. However, when it reached the front of the tripod, it hesitated, being extremely cautious.

"This guy is quite smart," Wang Yue flicked a pebble, hitting the insect away. He only wanted the eight-legged blood centipede and did not want any other insects.

Although the insect was strange, Wang Yue did not know what it was and did not want it to enter the Divine Wood King Triped.

Suddenly, Wang Yue's ears twitched, hearing a sound: "Someone is coming!" A middle-aged man dressed in animal skins appeared in Wang Yue's sight. He looked extremely unkempt, with a beard, long hair, and a fierce look in his eyes.

He was barefoot, with totems carved on his arms and chest.

Wang Yue was also dressed in animal skins, but his attire was proper. This not only showed Wang Yue's masculine charm but also a hint of wildness.

However, this middle-aged man was a complete savage.

Wang Yue's expression turned serious. He sensed a fierce and dangerous aura from this savage.

Wang Yue pointed at the savage and made a gesture for him to leave. Wang Yue believed that even if this middle-aged man was truly a savage, he should be able to understand his gesture.

The savage was searching the ground. When he saw the strange insect in the distance, he suddenly roared: "Roar!"

The sound waves rolled, and the withered branches and leaves within ten meters were all blown away.

The savage turned to look at Wang Yue, his killing intent growing stronger. He roared and charged at Wang Yue!

The savage used his fists, which carried a tremendous force, aiming to crush Wang Yue with one punch.

Wang Yue coldly snorted, "Since you won't leave, don't blame me for being impolite. Comparing strength, I have never been afraid!"

Wang Yue threw a punch.

Even when he was at the hidden strength level, Wang Yue's strength had already exceeded ten thousand pounds. Now, as a Huajin martial artist, his strength had reached over forty thousand pounds. One punch could flatten a mountain. It was this powerful strength that allowed him to contend with Xiao Feng's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are extremely yang and powerful. With Xiao Feng's master-level cultivation, one palm strike also carried forty thousand pounds of force. However, compared to Wang Yue, there was still a gap.

The term "ten thousand jin" is used to describe the strength of a master martial artist.

One jin is thirty pounds, so ten thousand jin is thirty thousand pounds of force.

Such strength is hard for ordinary people to imagine.

The two fists collided.

"Boom!"

The ground shook as if an earthquake had occurred.

The surrounding trees were uprooted by the powerful shockwave.

Wang Yue felt a tremendous force travel through his fist into his body.

"Very strong!"

Wang Yue's face changed, and he quickly used hidden strength to neutralize this powerful force. At the same time, Wang Yue was pushed back by the impact.

"Phew!" Wang Yue exhaled, thinking to himself that this savage had a tremendous strength, with a punch that might be no less than fifty thousand pounds.

"Unfortunately, this guy doesn't know how to use martial arts or fist strength," Wang Yue thought. "If he knew how to use a bit of fist strength, my arm would definitely have been injured just now."

Even though the savage didn't know how to use fist strength, the fifty thousand pounds of brute force was still quite terrifying. A first-class martial artist would die from internal organ rupture and broken bones if hit.

The savage was also shocked, looking at Wang Yue with disbelief.

He had roamed Miaojiang for decades, and no one had ever matched his strength. But this young man, in terms of strength, was not much weaker than himself, which was unbelievable.

More frightening was that Wang Yue's fist strength was extremely cunning, and the hidden strength was like needles, destroying the muscles and blood in his arm.

This made him very wary.

"Ukou?" the savage said, "You... Hanren...?"

Although the savage's words were hard to understand, Wang Yue still understood his meaning.

The savage was speaking in Chinese: "Martial arts? You are a Han person."

Wang Yue nodded, "Yes, I am a Han person. Who are you? Why did you attack me?"

Wang Yue spoke slowly and clearly, afraid that the savage wouldn't understand.

"I am Miao person Shibar. You... killed my insect king..." the savage Shibar said.

As time passed, Shibar's speech became more fluent and clear.

Wang Yue thought, "It seems that Shibar is not a true savage, just a Miao person who rarely interacts with the outside world."

Wang Yue glanced at the strange insect on the ground, not expecting that it was Shibar's.

"It's just unconscious, I didn't kill it."

Wang Yue's attack was not strong, just enough to push the insect away and prevent it from entering the Divine Wood King Tripod.

Shibar picked up the strange insect, feeling that it was really not dead, and roared happily, "Ha, roar!"

This insect had been carefully cultivated by Shibar for five years.

This insect was extremely venomous, not inferior to the king of all poisons. Shibar used it to cultivate poison insects.

Shibar said to Wang Yue, "Since my insect king is not dead, I will take my leave."

As he spoke, Shibar glanced at the Divine Wood King Tripod, clearly recognizing it as a treasure.

However, the tripod belonged to Wang Yue.

Shibar had considered taking the tripod, but Wang Yue's martial arts made him very cautious.

Wang Yue's strength, although not as great as Shibar's, was only a few thousand pounds less. Combined with Wang Yue's innate qi and fist strength, Shibar had no chance of winning.

"Hey, wait a moment."

Wang Yue used his innate qi to retrieve the Divine Wood King Tripod.

"Have you seen the eight-legged blood centipede?"

Wang Yue took out a drawing of the eight-legged blood centipede and asked.

Wang Yue was not familiar with Miaojiang, and it was better to ask Shibar than to rely on luck.

Shibar had lived in Miaojiang for decades and was very familiar with venomous insects. He might know about the eight-legged blood centipede.

Shibar took the drawing with a puzzled look and said, "Eight-legged blood dragon? We have thirty in the Miao temple."

The eight-legged blood centipede is the name used by the Han people, while the Miao people call it the eight-legged blood dragon.

"Can you give me one?" Wang Yue asked eagerly, seeing that Shibar really knew about the eight-legged blood centipede.

Shibar hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Yes, but I need something in return. If you use this tripod to trade, I can give you two."

Wang Yue shook his head, "The Divine Wood King Tripod is not mine; I borrowed it. I need to return it to someone else, so it's impossible. Shibar, can you change the terms?"

Shibar thought for a moment and said, "Martial arts, I need your Han people's magical martial arts."

Although Shibar used Miao secret techniques to enhance his strength to fifty thousand pounds, even surpassing the strength of Han master martial artists, he did not know how to use force, only brute strength.

Wang Yue nodded, "This condition is acceptable. As long as you give me one eight-legged blood centipede, I will teach you a set of martial arts."

Shibar was delighted, "Good, I will take you back to my tribe."

...

Kaifeng, a large estate, with a sign reading "Yan Mansion."

This was where Yan Longyuan stayed in Kaifeng, and it was also the headquarters of the Yan family in the Song Dynasty.

"Is there any news of Fuer?"

Yan Longyuan asked the black-clad man behind him.

The black-clad man respectfully replied, "Master, Young Master is still in Western Xia. He wants to control the First-Class Hall of Western Xia, and he has already made some progress. Moreover, Young Master's martial arts have improved rapidly, and he has become a master. Ten days ago, he fought with the Empress Dowager of Western Xia, Li Qiushui. Although he lost, he managed to escape from her."

Yan Longyuan laughed, "Good, good, good. I knew Fuer would not disappoint me. He will surely fulfill my wish to restore the Great Yan Kingdom! North Qiaofeng, South Murong! Hmph, even if the Liao person Xiao Feng becomes a master martial artist, so what? My Fuer is also a master! Moreover, Xiao Feng is now a rat on the street, everyone is out to get him, and he has no place to stand in the Central Plains martial world. How can he compare to my Fuer?"

The black-clad man nodded, "Master is right. As long as Young Master helps the original martial world to kill the Liao person Xiao Feng, his prestige in the Central Plains martial world will reach its peak, and becoming the leader of the martial world will be easy."

Yan Longyuan nodded and said, "Yes, my Fuer will surely lead the Central Plains martial world in the future. However, among the young generation, besides Xiao Feng and Fuer, there is another even more powerful expert, Wang Yue."

"Wang Yue?" the black-clad man said, "Master, are you talking about the village chief of Wang Family Village, the master of the Suzhou National Martial Arts Hall, and the founder of the Neijia拳 method, Wang Yue?"

"Yes, that Wang Yue."

Yan Longyuan was extremely cautious about Wang Yue, "I know Xiao Feng's martial arts. Although he is a master, he is not a match for me. I believe Fuer is on par with Xiao Feng. However, I cannot gauge the depth of Wang Yue's martial arts. If we were to fight, I might not be his match."

"Is Wang Yue really that powerful?" the black-clad man was shocked.

He knew Yan Longyuan's martial arts. He had followed Yan Longyuan for over ten years and had never seen anyone who could match him.

But Yan Longyuan said he could not defeat Wang Yue, which shocked him.

"How is the matter I asked you to handle?" Yan Longyuan asked again.

The black-clad man said, "It is being handled. Master, our people have already infiltrated the workshops of Wang Family Village. I believe it won't be long before we obtain the recipes for soy sauce and five-spice seasoning."

Yan Longyuan nodded in satisfaction, "Speed up. With the recipes, we will have enormous wealth. Then we can recruit soldiers and horses without any problems. Also, send the thirty thousand taels of silver we have recently earned to Fuer. Do it the same way as last time, without revealing our true identity. Although Fuer has achieved a lot, he still needs to be tempered. I don't want him to know I am still alive for now."

The black-clad man saluted, "Yes, Master. I will go and handle it."

After the black-clad man left, Yan Longyuan smiled, "I didn't expect Fuer to escape from the old witch Li Qiushui. It seems his martial arts have truly reached the pinnacle."

Li Qiushui's martial arts were divine. Even if Yan Longyuan faced her, he would only be defeated. Escaping from her was not easy. The lightness skills of the Xianyao Sect were the most bizarre. For Fuer to escape from Li Qiushui, it means that in terms of lightness skills, Fuer is no less than Li Qiushui.

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