Chapter 59

Shiba and You Tanzhi were no match for Wang Yue. More importantly, they were both severely injured. Even if they stayed, they would pose no threat to Wang Yue and could only retreat.

Shiba's mind was simple and honest, but he was not foolish. He knew very well that he could not defeat Wang Yue, and he would not throw away his life meaninglessly in the Deaf-Mute Valley.

The gap between Shiba and Wang Yue was too great now, and even if he wanted to die with him, it was impossible.

Dragging his heavily injured body, Shiba ran and finally caught up with Murong Fu after two hours.

"Master Murong Fu, please save Shiba..." Shiba said, spitting out blood.

Shiba's internal organs were shattered by Wang Yue's fist, and his qi and blood were running rampant. If he did not quickly adjust his breathing, he would either die or be left with serious aftereffects, rendering his martial arts useless.

Wang Yue's innate qi and fist strength were too powerful, and no master martial artist could withstand it.

Bao Buzhong and Feng Bo'e glanced at Shiba, their eyes showing some sympathy.

This poor man from Miao territory not only had his clan's martial arts taken by Wang Yue but was also severely injured by him in Central Plains.

"Master, let's find a place to rest first," Feng Bo'e said. "Shiba's injuries are severe, and you are also heavily injured. We should heal our injuries before continuing our journey."

Bao Buzhong also nodded. "Master, the fourth brother is right."

Murong Fu looked at Shiba, his eyes cold. "Shiba, didn't you say that Wang Yue's strength was not as great as yours? Why is his martial arts so powerful now? This time, our severe injuries are entirely your fault."

When Shiba was in Miao territory, he had fought Wang Yue, and at that time, Wang Yue's strength was indeed not as great as his. If it were a life-or-death battle, Shiba would only be somewhat wary but not necessarily afraid of Wang Yue.

Murong Fu had guessed that the person who went to Miao territory to find the Eight-Angle Blood Centipede was Wang Yue based on Shiba's description.

Wang Yue needed the Eight-Angle Blood Centipede to treat his father, which was not a secret.

Murong Fu and Shiba had sparred, and Shiba was not his match. This gave Murong Fu the confidence to find trouble with Wang Yue, but he did not expect that in the Deaf-Mute Valley, four master martial artists would be defeated by Wang Yue.

"I, the noble Murong, had to rely on my cousin's plea to save my life, what a great humiliation!" Murong Fu was furious. The moment Wang Yu Yan stood in front of him to beg for help, he would never forget it.

"Wang Yue, the humiliation you have given me, I will return to you tenfold," Murong Fu said coldly. "Now that I have the Northern Mystic Art, I can absorb endless true qi energy and becoming a grandmaster is no longer a dream. Once I become a grandmaster, it will be your end."

With the Northern Mystic Art, Murong Fu felt more confident.

The only regret was that his internal martial arts had not advanced at all. Although his internal martial arts had reached the peak of hidden strength, he could not enter the transformation stage.

Murong Fu's understanding of internal martial arts could not compare to Wang Yue's, and his foundation was still lacking. Relying on a damaged martial arts manual and without a master's guidance, it would be difficult for him to become a transformation stage martial artist in his lifetime.

Murong Fu thought to himself, "Not being able to become a transformation stage internal martial artist is not a big deal. Now that I have reached the peak of hidden strength and all my meridians are open, I can easily master any true qi cultivation method. It will only take a few days to successfully cultivate the Northern Mystic Art."

Shiba also looked guilty and sighed, "Master Murong Fu, Shiba doesn't know why Wang Yue suddenly became so powerful. If Shiba knew he was so strong, I wouldn't have fought him but would have directly used poison. I don't believe that the poisons of Miao territory can't subdue him. Master Murong, please heal Shiba's injuries first. Once I recover, I will poison Wang Yue and capture him."

Murong Fu sneered inwardly. Internal martial artists at the hidden strength stage were already very difficult to poison.

Although Murong Fu did not know if transformation stage martial artists could resist all poisons, they were at least ten times stronger than hidden strength martial artists.

Now, Shiba's poisons could be removed by Murong Fu with some time and effort, reversing the qi and blood flow. It would be even easier for Wang Yue, a transformation stage internal martial artist.

"No need," Murong Fu said to Shiba. "Shiba, you are no longer useful to me. Die, you Miao barbarian!"

"Clang!"

Murong Fu drew his long sword, which turned into a silver light, and the sword beam sliced through Shiba's throat.

Shiba looked at Murong Fu, his eyes filled with disbelief. He did not expect Murong Fu to suddenly kill him.

"Murong Fu... you kill me, and... you will never get the poisons..." Shiba clutched his throat, spitting out blood, and said with difficulty.

Murong Fu sneered, "The poisons and antidotes you created are enough. I know how to prepare the poisons. What use do I have for you now? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have suffered such humiliation in the Deaf-Mute Valley. Unfortunately, I haven't cultivated the Northern Mystic Art yet, or your martial arts skills would have been mine."

"Thud." Shiba fell to the ground, dead.

Before he died, Shiba finally understood that Murong Fu was more evil and more ambitious than Wang Yue.

Wang Yue only wanted martial arts techniques, while Murong Fu wanted to take lives.

"Master, what are you doing..." Feng Bo'e looked at the dead Shiba, his eyes filled with sympathy.

He did not expect this straightforward and honest Miao man to be killed by Master.

Murong Fu said coldly, "Say nothing more. We must leave now. If Wang Yue catches up, we will all die. We need to find a quiet place to heal and cultivate our martial arts."

Murong Fu quickly left with Bao Buzhong and Feng Bo'e, leaving Shiba's body on the ground.

...

Ding Chunqiu sprinkled a handful of powder as he left, which was the vicious "Xiaoyao Three Laughs Powder."

At the time, Wang Yue and Xue Muhua did not notice. It was only after Xuan Nan and Su Xinghe laughed three times that they realized it, but by then, the poison had already seeped into their bones, and even the greatest immortal could not save them.

Xu Zhu, as the current leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, naturally had to handle the funeral.

The young monks from Shaolin Temple took Xuan Nan's body back to Shaolin Temple in advance.

Two new graves appeared in the Deaf-Mute Valley, one for Wuyazi and one for Su Xinghe.

Wang Yue brought Wang Yu Yan and Xiao Huan to Wuyazi's grave and said, "Yu Yan, let's pay our respects to Wuyazi. Speaking of which, Wuyazi is actually your maternal grandfather. When I saw him, his body was already failing. If it weren't for his deep internal martial arts, he would have died long ago. Although internal martial arts are miraculous, they are not divine and could not save him."

Wang Yu Yan looked at the stone tablet in front of Wuyazi's grave, tears streaming down her face, and murmured, "Grandpa?"

Li Qingluo had also told Wang Yu Yan about Wuyazi and Li Qiushui, but Wang Yu Yan had no memory of her grandparents. However, when she learned that Wuyazi was her maternal grandfather, she was still saddened.

Wang Yue held Wang Yu Yan in his arms and comforted her, "Wuyazi's precious chess puzzle was solved by Xu Zhu, and he passed on his internal martial arts to Xu Zhu. His last wish is fulfilled. The traitor of the Xiaoyao Sect, Ding Chunqiu, will naturally be dealt with by Xu Zhu. Yu Yan, let's go."

Wang Yu Yan wiped away her tears and asked, "Yue, where are we going?"

Wang Yue smiled, "To Tianshan. We are going to Tianshan. The Xiaoyao Sect's books are incomplete. To see the complete texts, we need to go to the Tianshan Lingjiu Palace and the Western Xia Imperial Palace."

The books of the Xiaoyao Sect were divided into three parts by Wuyazi, Li Qiushui, and Wu Xingyun. To see the complete texts of the Xiaoyao Sect, one must go to these two places.

Wang Yu Yan nodded, "Okay, I'll follow Yue."

As Wang Yue was about to leave with Wang Yu Yan and Xiao Huan, they met Xu Zhu.

Xu Zhu clasped his hands together and said, "Young Hero Wang Yue, have you seen my granduncles?"

Wang Yue smiled, "They should have returned to Shaolin Temple. What, have you finished handling the affairs of the Xiaoyao Sect?"

Xu Zhu nodded, "Yes, everything that could be handled has been handled. I have entrusted the management of the Deaf-Mute Valley to Doctor Xue. I need to return to Shaolin Temple now. Young Hero Wang Yue, I will take my leave."

Xu Zhu left the Deaf-Mute Valley, and Wang Yue also took Wang Yu Yan and Xiao Huan to Tianshan.

...

Wang Family Village. Today, a girl in white came to the village.

The girl was extremely beautiful, with long hair and smooth skin, like a fairy from a painting.

This girl was a perfect copy of Wang Yu Yan, except for a slightly different temperament. She looked exactly like Wang Yu Yan.

"Madam, why did you come back alone? Weren't you with the village chief?" The servant of the Wang family saw the girl and exclaimed.

The girl's lips curled slightly, and she smiled, "Where is that Wang Yue boy? Let him come out and see me. Tell him his grandmother is here."

This beautiful "girl" was Li Qiushui.

Li Qiushui practiced internal martial arts, and her qi and blood were abundant. The scars on her face had been healed by hidden strength.

More importantly, Li Qiushui's martial arts had reached a new level, and she was no less skilled than experts like Yelü Qiyun and Xiao Zhan.

"Ah, grandmother?" The servant exclaimed.

Li Qiushui frowned and said, "If I tell you to go, go. What are you dawdling for?"

"Yes, yes." The servant hurried to inform.

Wang Yue was not at home, so the one in charge was Ah Bi.

Soon, Ah Bi came out and, upon seeing Li Qiushui, was surprised, "Cousin Miss, why did you come back?"

Li Qiushui saw Ah Bi, walked directly into the house, sat down, and said, "I am Yu Yan's grandmother, don't get me confused. Where is that Wang Yue boy?"

Hearing Li Qiushui speak, Ah Bi realized that her voice was different from Wang Yu Yan's. Now Ah Bi was sure that Li Qiushui was not Wang Yu Yan.

Ah Bi was shocked, "This is Li Qiushui, Yu Yan's grandmother, so young, just like Yu Yan."

Ah Bi had someone serve tea. Since she was Wang Yu Yan's grandmother, she was also Wang Yue's grandmother, and as an elder, she should be treated well.

"Wang Yue and Cousin Miss went out and won't be back for some time. I wonder what brings you here, Grandmother?" Ah Bi, as Wang Yue's wife, called Li Qiushui grandmother, which was natural.

Li Qiushui came to find Wang Yue to go to Tianshan to deal with the Tianshan Child.

Although Li Qiushui was confident in her martial arts, to avoid any unforeseen circumstances, it was better to bring Wang Yue.

However, she did not expect Wang Yue to be absent.

"Where is that Wang Yue boy?" Li Qiushui asked.

When Wang Yue left, he told Ah Bi not to reveal his whereabouts to Li Qiushui. To avoid killing the Tianshan Child, Wang Yue was avoiding Li Qiushui and would not tell her his location.

Ah Bi shook her head, "I don't know. But Wang Yue said he would return after finishing his business. Grandmother, why don't you wait for him at home?" Ah Bi followed Wang Yue's instructions and said she did not know.

Li Qiushui frowned and said irritably, "That damn boy, hiding. If I had known he was so unreliable, I would never have let Yu Yan marry him."

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