Chapter 47

Murong Fu returned to the Yanzi Wharf in Suzhou with Bao Butong, Feng Bo'e, and Shi Ba.

"What, Cousin Yuyan got married?"

Murong Fu was very surprised and shocked to hear that Wang Yuyan had married. Although he didn't care much about Wang Yuyan, he had always considered her his own. Now, she had married someone else, and not just anyone, but Wang Yue. This left Murong Fu stunned.

Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e were also shocked. They had always seen Wang Yuyan and Murong Fu as a perfect match.

Previously, Duan Yu had always been around Wang Yuyan, like a sticky plaster. They had worried that Wang Yuyan might fall for Duan Yu. No one could have imagined that she would suddenly marry Wang Yue.

Murong Fu grabbed the servant and shouted, "Tell me, what happened? Did Wang Yue force Cousin Yuyan? I knew it, Wang Yue is a despicable person. He not only opposes me but also took my cousin. I, Murong Fu, will no longer think of recruiting him. From now on, Wang Yue is my mortal enemy! I will definitely kill him."

The servant trembled and said, "Young Master, Wang Yue did not force Cousin Yuyan. At that time, both Cousin Yuyan and Wang Yue were not at home. It was Lady Li who went to Wang Family Village and negotiated the marriage with Wang Yue's father. Later, Wang Yue's father sent 200,000 taels of silver to the Mantra Mountain Villa. Cousin Yuyan returned first, and soon after, Wang Yue also returned. So, they got married."

Murong Fu said angrily, "Li Qingluo, you greedy woman, did you just see the wealth of the Wang Family Village? I never thought you would sell your own cousin, truly a shameless woman."

The servant added, "Young Master, a few days ago, that person sent another 300,000 taels of silver."

Murong Fu was also surprised, "What, another 300,000 taels of silver?"

The person was very mysterious. Including this time, it was the second time, and each time it was 300,000 taels of silver, a huge sum.

"Where is the silver?" Murong Fu asked.

"In the secret room."

When they arrived at the secret room and saw the boxes of silver, Murong Fu's mood improved somewhat.

"Once I restore the Great Yan and become emperor, I will definitely take my cousin back. Hmph, Wang Yue, you won't be able to take my cousin. The final victor will be me, Murong Fu."

Murong Fu's eyes were filled with malice.

...

As time passed, Wang Yue's mental power became increasingly refined. Although he had not yet reached the second level, where his mental power could manifest externally, he could now sense everything within a radius of thirty zhang.

Even the crawling of ants and the flight of mosquitoes, as long as Wang Yue focused, he could clearly perceive them.

One day, Xiao Huan finally returned from the Liao Empire.

The return trip was much faster than the journey there.

Xiao Huan recounted everything she knew.

A Bi asked Xiao Huan, "Xiao Huan, you said that Daxia has become the Southern Duke of the Liao Empire, in charge of 800,000 troops?"

This news was shocking. Daxia had only been gone for a short time and was already the Southern Duke of the Liao Empire. Moreover, his enmity with the Central Plains martial world was well-known. Would he send an army to attack the Song Empire?

A Bi was very worried.

Xiao Huan nodded, "Yes, Lady. When I delivered Sister A Zhu to the Liao Empire, I met Daxia and A Zi. I handed Sister A Zhu over to Daxia and then returned."

A Bi nodded, thinking to herself, "Sister A Zhu, I hope you can persuade Daxia not to attack the Song Empire."

"Xiao Huan, you're back." At this moment, Wang Yue's voice came.

Wang Yue had finished his cultivation and sensed Xiao Huan's return, so he came to see her.

"Village Chief." Xiao Huan bowed.

Wang Yue waved his hand and smiled, "Alright, Xiao Huan, no need for formalities at home."

"Village Chief, I have something to tell you."

Xiao Huan's face suddenly became serious, "When I left the Liao Empire, Daxia said that you killed nearly ten thousand Liao soldiers, causing a great shock in the Liao Empire. The Liao Empire will not let this go. The Liao Empire's inner court experts and reclusive experts have already moved south to seek revenge on the Village Chief."

Wang Yue's expression changed.

A Bi asked worriedly, "Wang Yue, what's wrong?"

"They are already here." Wang Yue said coldly.

Before he finished speaking, he had already left the room and stood in the courtyard.

A Bi said worriedly, "Xiao Huan, let's go see."

When A Bi and Xiao Huan came out, three people were already surrounding Wang Yue in the courtyard.

Although A Bi and Xiao Huan could not discern the depth of these three people's cultivation, they could guess from their aura that they were all grandmasters.

...

"Are you Wang Yue?"

An old man with a long sword spoke.

He was a sword expert, and Wang Yue could sense the sword aura in his eyes.

Another old man with white hair had a fine and deep breathing, indicating a profound internal cultivation. In terms of internal cultivation, he was even above Li Qiu Shui.

The last one was a middle-aged man with a steady gait. Wang Yue could tell that this person had extremely high lightness skills and powerful leg techniques.

Wang Yue laughed coldly, "The three of you have probably already investigated my affairs. Let's not waste words. Let's settle this elsewhere."

Wang Yue used the Yu Step to run out of Wang Family Village.

All four were top experts in the world, and Wang Family Village could not withstand their折腾 (tengzhe, meaning 'torture' or 'trouble').

The three followed Wang Yue out of Wang Family Village.

While running, Wang Yue secretly observed the three, thinking, "These three old men are really powerful. Each of them can surpass Li Qiu Shui. If my mental power and martial arts realm had not broken through, I would have no chance of survival against these three experts. But now, it's a different story."

Wang Yue had comprehended the essence of Nei Family Fist on the Liao Empire's grasslands. Although he had not yet become a Dan Qi martial artist, he had one foot in that realm.

Now, Wang Yue could be considered a genuine half-step Dan Qi martial artist.

Moreover, Wang Yue had that mysterious mental power.

"Let's settle it here."

Wang Yue stopped. The place was open and uninhabited, suitable for a battle.

The middle-aged man with powerful lightness skills and leg techniques laughed, "Boy, it seems you want to choose this place as your burial ground. Not bad, this place is really a feng shui treasure, suitable for a grave."

The three Liao experts surrounded Wang Yue again.

Although they spoke lightly, their actions were cautious. After all, Wang Yue was an expert of their level, who had killed nearly ten thousand soldiers in the Liao Empire. This was no small feat.

Killing nearly ten thousand soldiers in the midst of an army and then leaving calmly—none of the three could do that.

Wang Yue slowly mobilized his qi and blood energy, smiling, "Seniors, no need for empty words. If you really have the confidence to kill me, you wouldn't need to team up. I, Wang Yue, have no grudge against you. Why are you coming to trouble me?"

The old man with the sword sneered, "No grudge? How laughable. Wang Yue, you killed nearly ten thousand of our Liao soldiers. Just this blood feud is enough to make you die ten times. The Wolf God of the Liao Empire, the Chief of the Six Fans of the Song Empire, and the Chief of the First-Class Hall of Xixia have an agreement that grandmasters cannot attack ordinary soldiers or assassinate the emperor. You, however, killed nearly ten thousand of our Liao soldiers. At your young age, with your extraordinary martial arts, becoming a top grandmaster, I don't believe your master didn't tell you these rules."

The Wolf God of the Liao Empire, the Chief of the Six Fans of the Song Empire, and the Chief of the First-Class Hall of Xixia were all super grandmasters. Fifty years ago, they were already grandmasters, and their current cultivation was unknown.

Wang Yue was also hearing for the first time that the Liao Empire, the Song Empire, and Xixia had super grandmasters.

Originally, Wang Yue had guessed that the only grandmaster in the martial world might be the monk who swept the floor at Shaolin Temple.

But upon further thought, it made sense. After all, a royal family could not lack experts.

If Xixia had no grandmaster, Li Qiu Shui would have overthrown it decades ago.

Moreover, without experts to protect the emperor, he could be assassinated by martial artists at any time. The various countries might be busy just changing emperors.

The old man with deep internal cultivation said, "Boy, you are seeking death. The Wolf God sent us three to the Song Empire to kill you. Even the Chief of the Six Fans of the Song Empire and the old monk hidden in Shaolin Temple won't say much."

A hint of killing intent rose in Wang Yue's heart, "Do you three really have the confidence to kill me today? Don't end up in a ditch and be killed by me, which would be a laughing matter."

"Hmph, boasting." The old man with the sword sneered, "Let me see what you can do!"

"Clang!"

The long sword was drawn.

Wang Yue felt a moment of dizziness, as if he saw a silver curtain.

Fast!

This sword was so fast that even Wang Yue had trouble reacting.

The old man's sword technique was not sophisticated; even a low-level martial artist could perform it.

But the speed was too fast, surpassing the limits of vision.

"Such a fast sword!"

Wang Yue took a small step and narrowly avoided the sword.

"Old man, take my punch!"

Wang Yue's fist was surrounded by a fierce aura, distorting the air around it. The powerful explosive force made the other two Liao experts watching the battle feel a chill.

"Thrust!"

The old man shouted, thrusting his sword. The sword aura at the tip of the sword condensed into a solid form, colliding with Wang Yue's fist.

"Boom!"

The fist and sword aura exploded, leveling everything within a radius of three zhang.

The old man retreated a few steps with his long sword, and Wang Yue also used the force to retreat.

The old man's eyes were filled with shock, "Good boy, you actually blocked my fast sword! Not bad."

Wang Yue said vigilantly, "You can block my fist, not bad either."

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