Chapter 42

Murbol knew that Wang Yue would eventually investigate here, but he did not expect it to happen so quickly.

If only Murbol had another one or two years, by then his foundation would be solid, and with the officials of the Song and Liao dynasties bought off with money, he would not fear Wang Yue's arrival.

But now, Wang Yue came too quickly, completely disrupting Murbol's plans.

Wang Yue looked at Murbol, his killing intent rising, and his innate qi emerged: "Murbol, you have deceived me bitterly. Who would have thought that the Murbol of the past would transform into Yan Longyuan? If I hadn't overheard your conversation, I would still be in the dark."

Murbol's martial arts were extremely high, reaching the late stage of the Grandmaster level. Although he was still a bit inferior to Li Qiushui, he was stronger than Xiao Feng.

Wang Yue did not expect that Murbol could survive the ambush and not be injured.

"This old villain is highly alert, truly a veteran of the battlefield," Wang Yue thought to himself.

Murbol was deeply shocked. He did not expect Wang Yue's strength to reach such a level. If he had not reacted quickly and had supreme lightness skills, he would have been severely injured or even killed.

Murbol smiled: "Indeed, I am Murbol. Wang Yue, you are a talented person. Being a village chief and a hall master is a waste of your talent."

"My family is the descendant of the royal family of the Great Yan. Why don't you join my camp? When my family successfully restores the Great Yan, you will be the prime minister, second only to the emperor and above ten thousand others, enjoying endless glory and wealth, and your descendants will also benefit."

Wang Yue watched Murbol pacing back and forth, all his attention focused on him. If Murbol made any move, Wang Yue would launch a frenzied attack and kill him.

Although Wang Yue's strength was greater than Murbol's, his lightness skills were not as good. If Murbol wanted to escape, Wang Yue would find it difficult to stop him.

Wang Yue now regretted not having Li Qiushui's lightness skills. If he did, Murbol would have lost his life even if he had ten lives.

Wang Yue's Yu Step was fast for short distances, but for fleeing or traveling, it was far inferior to superior lightness skills like the Lingbo Weibu.

Wang Yue sneered: "Your family has been trying to restore the Great Yan for several generations. If it were possible, you would have been emperors long ago. Although Murong Fu has good martial arts and some status in the江湖 (jianghu), he is still just a jianghu person, not someone who can be on the stage. As for you, Murbol, you are even worse. Thirty years ago, to escape the pursuit of the righteous martial world, you even used the trick of faking your death. For thirty years, you have been like a rat in the underground, unable to see the light of day, and even had to use the name Yan Longyuan when you came out. I truly feel sorry for you. Now you still have the nerve to talk to me about glory and wealth. It's laughable."

Murbol's face changed drastically, and he was filled with hatred. Wang Yue's words tore away the veil of his shame, stripping away the last bit of his dignity.

For thirty years, Murbol endured humiliation and accumulated strength, inciting conflicts between the Liao and Song dynasties, but he never succeeded.

Murbol's patience had reached its limit.

Suddenly, Murbol laughed maniacally: "Indeed, my family has no army and no vast wealth, making it impossible to seize the empire. But now it's different. I have the recipes for soy sauce and five-spice. Once the market is opened, I will soon have vast wealth, comparable to the salt tax of the court. At that time, the armies of the Song and Liao will be under my control. When the Song and Liao go to war, it will be the opportunity for the Murong family. I will not only seize the military power of the Song and Liao but also the entire empire. The territories of the Song and Liao will become the land of the Great Yan."

"Wang Yue, it's best for you to join me now. Otherwise, when the Great Yan is restored, no matter how strong your martial arts are, you will not escape death, and I will exterminate your nine clans."

No matter how powerful a martial artist is, they cannot compare to the army of the court. A Grandmaster martial artist can kill a hundred or a thousand people, but not ten thousand.

When the Great Yan is restored, Murbol will have thousands of troops. At that time, no matter how strong Wang Yue's martial arts are, he will be overwhelmed and killed.

Murbol's plan was good. If he had enough time, he might have succeeded. Unfortunately, he encountered Wang Yue.

Wang Yue sneered: "Murbol, you need to understand that the recipe is mine, and the wealth is mine. If I, Wang Yue, want power, I would rather gather people and rebel myself. As a Han person, how could I possibly fight for a Xianbei person like you? Following you is worse than following the Zhao family, who are the rulers of the Song Dynasty, much stronger than your Murong family. Ha ha."

Wang Yue's voice was full of sarcasm.

Murbol knew that Wang Yue would not join him in rebellion, not even cooperate.

He and Wang Yue had become mortal enemies.

"Hmm?" Wang Yue's eyes lit up as Murbol finally revealed a flaw.

"Kill!"

Wang Yue punched out, the powerful punch force distorting space, as if tearing apart the void.

Murbol's pupils contracted. This punch was too domineering; he could not take it head-on.

"Star Shift."

Murbol used Star Shift to redirect the punch force while retreating frantically.

"This Wang Yue is too powerful, not something I can match now. I must escape, only escape."

Murbol had already decided to flee. "After I get out, I will find Fu. Fu is also a Grandmaster martial artist. Together, we can kill this Wang Yue."

"Boom."

Wang Yue's punch force created a huge crater in the ground. Murbol avoided the punch force but was still injured by the shockwave.

Murbol wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and coldly snorted.

"Go!"

Murbol used his lightness skills to flee south.

"Want to run? Not that easy." Wang Yue chased after him.

Murbol entered a small house, and by the time Wang Yue got in, Murbol had already disappeared.

Wang Yue's face changed, realizing something was wrong. There must be a secret passage.

The ground showed no signs of excavation, and Wang Yue did not know where the mechanism was.

"Let me blast you open!"

Wang Yue's blood energy and innate true qi ignited, bursting into a blood-red flame.

"Come out!"

Wang Yue roared and punched the ground.

"Boom."

The entire ground collapsed, and the mountain valley shook violently, as if an earthquake had occurred.

The passage was blocked, and Wang Yue did not find Murbol.

"Murbol, you can't escape. I will find you."

Wang Yue said coldly.

Back at the warehouse, Wang Yue found the black-clothed man.

"Tell me, where does the secret passage lead?"

Wang Yue asked coldly.

The black-clothed man was now awake but injured by Wang Yue's punch force and could not escape.

The black-clothed man was a loyal follower of Murbol and did not answer Wang Yue's question.

Wang Yue carefully observed the black-clothed man's eyes and saw him glance southward subconsciously.

When Wang Yue arrived, he noticed a small river to the south. The secret passage must lead to somewhere by the river.

"I know, it's by the small river to the south." Wang Yue said coldly, "You can die now."

The black-clothed man was horrified. Wang Yue struck him with a palm, killing him, and then quickly ran south.

By the time Wang Yue found the exit by the river, Murong Fu had already left long ago.

Wang Yue was furious and struck the river surface with a palm, causing a three-zhang-high wave.

"Murbol, Murong family! Die!"

...

After leaving the secret passage, Murbol quickly fled and soon disappeared into the mountains.

After running for several hours, Murbol finally stopped.

"Ah."

Murbol spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with venom.

"Wang Yue, you have destroyed the foundation of the Murong family and shattered my hopes. I will not rest until you are dead."

Murbol shouted: "You care so much about the recipe? I will offer it to the Liao Emperor Yelü Hongji and become the Liao's national master. Once I control the Liao's military power, the restoration of the country is still possible!"

...

Xiao Feng and Azhi entered the Jurchen tribe of Wanyan Aguda. With a large amount of ginseng, Azhi's injuries finally healed.

Xiao Feng and Wanyan Aguda went hunting and captured a high-ranking official of the Liao Dynasty.

The Liao official used a large amount of wealth to ransom himself.

Xiao Feng rode a horse and released the Liao official from the Jurchen tribe, and they became sworn brothers.

"Brother Xiao, I am going back. Why don't you and Azhi come with me to the Liao Dynasty?" the Liao official said.

Xiao Feng shook his head: "Brother, I am a Liao person, and I will definitely go to the Liao Dynasty, but not now. After I finish my business, I will definitely return to the Liao Dynasty."

Xiao Feng did not know that the official he had sworn brotherhood with was actually the Liao Emperor Yelü Hongji.

Yelü Hongji regretfully said: "Brother Xiao, you are a top warrior in the world. You will surely achieve great things in the Liao Dynasty. Since you have other matters to attend to, I will take my leave. I will be waiting for you in the Liao Dynasty."

Xiao Feng said generously: "Brother, take care."

...

Wang Yue walked on the wilderness. The scenery here, compared to the south, had a different charm.

Wang Yue walked slowly, thinking about the cultivation methods of the internal martial arts' dan qi while traveling, and occasionally stopping to practice his boxing.

"Murbol ran away, but next time, he will surely die at my hands."

Wang Yue believed that Murbol would soon appear unless he gave up the restoration and spent his life as a rat in the sewers, never seeing the light of day.

"Dan qi, how can I enter the dan qi stage?" Wang Yue thought, "I have already achieved great success in both ming qi and an qi."

Suddenly, Wang Yue's mind stirred. Ming qi and an qi, aren't they the yin and yang?

Once he understood the changes of yin and yang, he would surely reach the dan qi stage.

Wang Yue stopped, closed his eyes, and began to practice boxing.

Wang Yue's movements were very slow, like pushing a millstone, appearing to have no strength at all. However, when his arms moved and his feet stepped, shadows appeared.

This made it hard to tell whether Wang Yue's movements were fast or slow.

"Rumble."

A sound of hooves came.

This was the Liao army, with twenty thousand troops.

Twenty thousand cavalry, when galloping, had a terrifying momentum, even scaring strong martial artists.

"General, look!"

A subordinate pointed to Wang Yue practicing boxing on the road.

The general looked at Wang Yue's attire and coldly snorted: "A Han person. This time, we are ordered by the Emperor's uncle not to cause trouble. Crush him!"

"Yes!"

Immediately, thousands of troops charged towards Wang Yue on the road.

(Note: Today, "Grandmaster" made it to the strong recommendation list in the martial arts category. Congratulations to myself, and here is an extra chapter.)

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