Chapter 14 The Feuds and Entanglements in the Orthopedic Circle

"What an exquisite saber technique!"

Seeing Yan Chu block his move with such ease, the person who had thrown the palm strike exclaimed in admiration.

Yan Chu followed the voice and looked over, seeing an extremely handsome man, though a hint of sinister air between his brows marred his appearance.

The other two were a bright and beautiful young girl wearing a moon-white brocade dress, and a severely injured youth with a pale face and blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Yan Chu sighed inwardly.

"Great! I've already traveled over a hundred miles from Cangmang Mountain, yet I still run into the protagonists of an event. Heavens, you really know how to arrange things; I thank your ancestors for eight generations!"

While Yan Chu was secretly grumbling, the young girl, who was Zheng Shilan, hurriedly said, "Brother Hua Feifei, he heard everything just now; we can't let him leave!"

If her affair with her own brother, Zheng Jianhao, were to get out, she would be utterly disgraced and never be able to hold her head up again.

Thinking about potentially being despised by countless people, having others point fingers behind her back, and being criticized wherever she went, she couldn't help but tremble all over.

Hua Feifei pulled Zheng Shilan into his arms, his face full of deep affection.

"Don't worry, Little Lan. Heaven knows, Earth knows, you know, and I know. I will make sure everyone else keeps their mouths shut."

He had just made Zheng Jianhao play the cuckold right in front of him, and he was currently feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Zheng Jianhao, standing to the side, was so angry he nearly fainted.

He cursed angrily, "You pair of adulterers, sooner or later you will be struck by lightning!"

"Brother, as long as you can help me kill them, I will reward you handsomely. Cultivation Techniques, gold, and silver—take your pick!"

Hua Feifei snorted coldly, his words nearly causing Zheng Jianhao to die of anger again.

"Young Master Zheng, you had better worry about yourself first! Could it be that you want to watch me and Little Sister Lan have another round of fun? Don't worry, I will satisfy that wish of yours in a moment."

Yan Chu listened quietly, remaining motionless, not wanting to disturb them.

The main reason was that this scene was truly too spectacular. In his previous life, he had only seen such things in certain indescribable books; as for the names and contents of those books, he wouldn't go into detail here.

This was his first time seeing it in reality.

Such a spectacular show—once this village is gone, there won't be another shop like it.

So, even if it meant waiting a little longer, he was fine with it.

But some people didn't want him to keep watching the show.

"Brother Hua Feifei, this person..."

Zheng Shilan shook Hua Feifei's arm coquettishly, pointing at Yan Chu.

Hua Feifei finally looked at Yan Chu, speaking in a leisurely manner, "Brother, you should know that eavesdropping on others is not a good habit."

"Oh? And what do you suggest I do?"

"Nothing! I just wanted to remind you to remember not to eavesdrop in your next life!"

Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, Hua Feifei unleashed a series of palm strikes, the shadows of his palms flying everywhere like flowers being threaded by willow branches, dazzling to the eye.

This was his famous palm technique, the Threading Flower Willow-Brushing Palm.

It was on par with his movement technique, the Nine Spirit-Forms Shadow.

It was precisely by relying on these two unique skills that Hua Feifei had been able to commit so many evil deeds in the Jianghu without ever being captured by the Six Doors.

Of course, it also had to do with him only daring to provoke small factions; he generally didn't dare to offend Families or Gangs that had experts guarding them.

That was why he was so excited to face Zheng Jianhao, a Genius of the Zheng Family, this time.

Facing the palm shadows filling the sky, Yan Chu snorted coldly.

"Mere parlor tricks!"

Clang!

The Cold Iron Saber left its sheath, its light instantly illuminating the entire Earth God Temple.

This brilliant flash of the saber struck first despite starting later, like a torrent, like a gale, instantly dispersing all the palm shadows.

"Ah!!!"

A pig-like shriek rang out as two severed palms fell to the ground, blood dripping from the stumps.

"Oh no! He's an expert!"

Zheng Shilan's pretty face turned pale, while Zheng Jianhao's expression was full of joy.

Hua Feifei endured the pain, unfolding his Nine Spirit-Forms Shadow to try and escape from the Earth God Temple.

"Do you think you can run?"

Yan Chu's expression was indifferent, neither sad nor happy. He performed a mid-air leap, and upon landing, executed a horizontal slash close to the ground.

Instantly, both of his legs were severed from his body.

Hua Feifei fell face-first into the courtyard, his blood mixing with the rainwater, the pain so intense he nearly fainted.

Yan Chu picked him up and re-entered the temple.

Then, with a flick of his saber tip, a blood-soaked object from between his crotch dropped in front of Zheng Shilan.

"Here! Don't you like it? Take it and play with it!"

"Ah—"

Zheng Shilan was so scared she took several steps back, looking at Yan Chu as if he were a devil.

"Ah!! Ah!!"

Hua Feifei's screaming was painful and shrill, as if he were dying and coming back to life.

Yan Chu had nothing to say to this kind of flower-plucking thief; he had only dragged him into the temple out of concern that it might attract someone from outside.

At this moment, he brought his saber down to finish him off first.

"Wait! I have a secret!! I can tell you!!"

The blade rested on the center of his forehead, the cold touch making Hua Feifei tremble uncontrollably. In his thirty years of life, this was the first time he had been so close to death.

"Speak!"

Yan Chu's tone was indifferent.

"You must promise not to kill me!"

Even though his hands and feet were severed and he had become a cripple, Hua Feifei still wanted to live.

"Fine! I promise not to kill you!"

"Swear to the gods and buddhas in the sky..."

Pfft!

Hua Feifei's head flew into the sky, blood spraying out like a fountain, an expression of disbelief still lingering on his face.

I just asked you to make a vow?

It was negotiable if you didn't want to swear...

[Killed the heinous flower-plucking thief, feeling extremely gratified, EXP +300]

"Idiot, what kind of bullshit secret? Do you think I care?"

Yan Chu felt no ripples in his heart, and even wanted to laugh.

You tried to threaten a cheater with a crappy secret; what were you thinking?

He turned back to look at the other two. Zheng Shilan was hiding in a corner, clearly terrified by Yan Chu's ruthlessness.

Zheng Jianhao, on the other hand, was cheering repeatedly, looking like he had finally avenged his great grudge.

"Brother, thank you... No!!!"

Before he could finish his words of gratitude, Zheng Jianhao's expression turned to one of shock.

Yan Chu suddenly struck ruthlessly, decapitating Zheng Shilan with one saber strike. Blood splattered onto the wall, and she lost control of her bowels and bladder.

"Shilan!! Sister!!!"

Yan Chu retracted his hand, kicked the beautiful head that had rolled onto the ground away, and looked at Zheng Jianhao.

At this moment, the other party was staring at his sister's headless corpse with a flushed face, stunned for a moment, before instantly flying into a rage.

"You damn bastard, you dare to kill my sister! I will make you die without a burial place!!! I will make my father kill you!!!"

"Then you can go down and accompany her! After all, it's better to clear up the entangled grudges of your sibling-romance circle face-to-face!"

Yan Chu slashed out with his saber again, and Zheng Jianhao was sliced diagonally in half from his left shoulder to his right waist.

In fact, even if Yan Chu hadn't acted, Zheng Jianhao wouldn't have lasted long given his physical condition.

He had been severely injured by Lian Jiaze and was almost half-crippled.

He had also swallowed a Blood-Burning Pill to escape, burning up all his remaining life potential; he had only been holding on until now by a single breath.

However, Yan Chu was unaware of this.

He could not leave someone alive who posed a threat to him.

Besides... this was 300 EXP!

[Killed a First Realm Martial Artist harboring resentment towards you, feeling extremely gratified, EXP +300, Great Demon Subduing Fist +1]

"Oh? Another Cultivation Technique dropped?"

Yan Chu's face lit up with joy, and he summoned his panel.

[Host: Yan Chu]

[Cultivation: Second Realm, Middle Stage of Muscle and Bone]

[Cultivation Technique: Nine Yang Divine Art (Second Layer 294 / 4000), Iron Cloth Shirt (Major Achievement)]

[Martial Skill: Rushing Thunder Palm (Major Achievement), Wind-Splashing Saber Technique (Major Achievement 63 / 2800), Golden Goose Skill (Mid-Air Leap 1 / 2000), Great Demon Subduing Fist (Minor Achievement 1 / 500)]

[Secret Technique: Disguise Art (Minor Achievement 101 / 200)]

[Experience Points: 1160]

Zheng Shilan was also a First Realm Martial Artist, providing him with 100 EXP; the three of them added up to 700.

"First, add 1000 EXP to the Nine Yang Divine Art!"