Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 974: Legend of the Wulin

Just now, the martial arts displayed by the opponent during their confrontation left Ouyang Feng with a deep impression, because he had personally experienced them more than once.

“But that person clearly is already dead…” Ouyang Feng looked at the other person with doubt and suspicion, feeling confused for a moment.

Song Qingshu’s expression finally grew serious, and he couldn’t help but ask: “Brother Feng, how are you right now?”

Ouyang Feng shook his head slightly, gritting his teeth as he barely managed to squeeze out a few words: “Not very good…”

It was more than just not very good; he could even feel his True Qi rushing wildly inside his body. If it weren’t for the fact that he had been practicing the Nine Yin Scripture backwards over the years, and had hurriedly moved acupuncture points and exchanged positions, he might have been broken by that one finger just now, ending his decades of bitter cultivation.

“One Yang Finger!”

Ouyang Feng, years ago, had his Toad Style Martial Art broken by Wang Chongyang’s One Yang Finger, and after years of hard practice, he had recovered. How could he not recognize this skill? The person in front of him was obviously not Master Yideng, nor were they monks from the Heavenly Dragon Temple in Dali, and whether it was Master Yideng or the highest-ranked Kuro-Ren Zen Master of the Heavenly Dragon Temple, neither could have inflicted such a quick and heavy blow. So who was this person? Excluding all impossibilities, the answer was already becoming obvious.

“Although Mr. Ouyang is known as the Western Poison in the wulin, his conduct and actions are not unworthy of a generation master. Originally, he was an extremely outstanding figure. Why has he now become a fallen man, a dog of the Jin invaders?” the old man in white robe said solemnly.

A hot flush rose on Ouyang Feng’s face. His True Qi was in chaos inside him, making it hard to speak for a moment. 

Song Qingshu then asked: “Who exactly are you, and why are you enemies with us?” Because the other party was claiming the moral high ground, saying anything in defense of Ouyang Feng wouldn’t help, so it was better to change the subject directly.

The old man in white robe snorted coldly: “Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that I have always hated the Jin invaders.”

Song Qingshu’s breath hitched, and he immediately inwardly cursed, ‘…people with hearts in Cao’s camp and bodies in Han’s camp, huh? Oh no, I mean, hearts in Cao’s camp but bodies in Han’s.’

Of course, the reason for all this couldn’t be explained to outsiders, and Song Qingshu was unwilling to explain.

The old man in white robe looked him up and down: “From your appearance, you should be a high-ranking official in Jin.”

“Overpraised. I am currently the Minister of War and Supreme Commander of Jin,” Song Qingshu thought to himself, since he was going to act, he might as well do it fully…can’t let the momentum weaken.

The old man in white robe was momentarily stunned, then he angrily said: “Young man, you are really boastful, thinking I am just a rustic villager, easy to deceive?”

He had always regarded Jin as a foe, so he naturally knew about Jin’s bureaucratic system. The Minister of War was the top official in the court, and the Supreme Commander was the head of the military. Both positions were held only by the most prestigious and highly regarded people in Jin. The man in front of him, despite having a big beard, didn’t look particularly old…how could he possibly hold such a crucial position, let alone simultaneously be both the military and political leader? That would be like usurping the emperor.

Song Qingshu replied quietly: “Although you are not a rustic villager, it seems your information isn’t very well-informed.”

The old man in white robe was momentarily stunned. Seeing that the Jin soldiers accompanying him showed no unusual reaction, he was both surprised and delighted, then burst out laughing: “Truly, I searched high and low, but found nothing. It’s easy to find a big fish when I’ve been fighting Jin all my life…though I’ve achieved some results, they’re of little help to the overall situation. I didn’t expect to stumble upon such a big catch buried halfway in the ground!”

Song Qingshu smiled slightly: “I’m just worried you might catch a shark and get caught yourself.”

The old man in white robe snorted: “Let’s see if your skills are as sharp as your mouth.”

Song Qingshu showed an embarrassed expression, suddenly pulling Daiqisi closer: “My mouth only works on women. When it comes to men, her mouth is even more deadly.”

Most of the people in the hall were cultivators, so no one caught the hidden meaning behind his words at first. Still, Daiqisi was nearly so ashamed she wanted to die, glaring at him fiercely.

The old man in white robe also didn’t understand, and just as he was getting impatient, he looked at Xiao Longnu in Song Qingshu’s arms and couldn’t help but show a puzzled expression: “The inheritor of the Ancient Tomb Sect is also mixed in with the Jin invaders?”

Although he didn’t recognize Xiao Longnu, he recognized her breathing method immediately…indeed, the Jade Heart Sutra. His face darkened for a moment.

Back in those days, Lin Chaoying was a peerless beauty. How could her disciple be mingling with the Jin invaders?

Song Qingshu smiled faintly: “I and Lady Long just met by chance. I saw those filthy daoist priests and disciples of Quanzhen Sect rushing in to bully her, so I stepped in to save her.”

The old man in white robe carefully examined Xiao Longnu and nodded: “Yes, she was indeed injured by Quanzhen martial arts.” He then turned and looked at the Five Disciples of Quanzhen: “Is what he said true? Did your group rush in and injure that girl?”

The Five Disciples looked at each other, all appearing ashamed. Liu Chuxuan replied: “Respectfully, senior, we acted in haste due to a misunderstanding, and we truly owe Lady Long an apology.”

The old man in white robe asked curiously: “You are her elders, yet you needed five of you to deal with a young girl? And you need other disciples to help?”

Seeing his tone implying something strange, Liu Chuxuan didn’t overthink and instinctively answered: “Lady Long’s swordsmanship is divine. Alone, we are no match for her,” showing a look of shame.

The old man in white robe murmured: “Lin Chaoying’s inheritors are indeed formidable?” His tone seemed filled with regret and frustration.

These words made the Five Disciples of Quanzhen feel as if they had lost face in front of their master, and they were overwhelmed with shame.

“Do you know my Grandmother?” Xiao Longnu asked, eyes wide, looking somewhat weak.

“Not just know her,” the old man in white robe sighed, quickly regaining his composure. Since this was a matter of utmost importance, he turned to look at Song Qingshu and said with a frown: “You aren’t planning to hold this girl and fight me, are you?”

Song Qingshu knew his martial arts were formidable and dared not be reckless. He hurriedly handed Xiao Longnu to Daiqisi and said to her and Pucha Qiucao: “Take good care of her.”

After the two women took Xiao Longnu aside, Song Qingshu finally began to carefully observe the old man in white robe. 

The other casually stood there, seemingly blending into the space, which made him secretly astonished.

At this moment, Ouyang Feng finally sorted out the chaotic True Qi inside him, allowing him to speak and warn: “Little Brother, be careful, he is…”

Ouyang Feng suddenly stopped, realizing that if he mentioned that person’s name, it might actually influence Song Qingshu’s mental state in the upcoming decisive battle. After all, that person’s reputation was too loud…he had become a legend in the wulin, and anyone who encountered him would be intimidated and feel a sense of inferiority.