He Yishou, a cultivator at the Spirit Gathering Realm, Grade 3, with famed techniques: Soft Cloud Hands and Coiling Silk Force.
In his younger years, He Yishou was somewhat well-known in the martial world. However, after decades in the Jianghu, witnessing the brutality of cultivation and martial arts, he calmed his heart and withdrew from the path of competition.
In Qingyang City for over a decade, he had established himself by running a dojo and taking in ordinary disciples.
This time, he decided to teach the arrogant Xia Toutan a lesson.
Seeing He Yishou's stance, Xia Toutan's face was full of mockery.
Who was he? The eldest son of the Xia Clan from the Purple Abyss Imperial Capital. From birth, he had been surrounded by an endless aura, and his outstanding cultivation talent made him a key focus of the family's cultivation efforts.
Xia Toutan believed that it was an endless honor for this shriveled old man to fight him, an insignificant character. They should be moved to death.
"Alright, old man, today I'll let you see just how deep the Xia Clan's foundation runs!"
Xia Toutan abruptly put away his folding fan, and a pure white aura manifested on his raised right palm.
"Is that the Xia Clan's battle skill, White Cloud Palm?"
"You've got some knowledge, I see. Take this!"
As his words fell, Xia Toutan let out a "whoosh" and unleashed a palm strike.
The palm force created a wave of air that instantly blinded He Yishou.
Taking advantage of this, Xia Toutan employed Flowing Cloud Steps, closing in and thrusting out both palms. He Yishou was sent flying over ten yards and landed heavily on the ground, ending the fight instantly.
With just one move, Xia Toutan displayed astonishing strength. The lackeys behind him cheered, praising Young Master Xia's godlike cultivation.
Feng Xiunian stared at He Yishou, who was lying in the distance, the dust swirling around him. He was completely dumbfounded. Clearly, Xia Toutan's strength had exceeded his expectations. Cold sweat immediately trickled down his forehead.
Xia Toutan was very pleased with his performance, casually flicking the hair that had fallen in front of his forehead. Then, he arrogantly pointed at Feng Xiunian, signaling, "It's your turn to be beaten."
Feng Xiunian immediately roared, his sturdy muscles bulging, and the veins on his body standing out. He radiated a formidable fighting spirit.
Both Feng Xiunian and He Yishou were at the Spirit Gathering Realm, third rank. However, their fighting styles differed. He Yishou's techniques focused on using softness to overcome strength, while Feng Xiunian's techniques were purely about power, aiming to defeat all opponents with overwhelming force.
His signature techniques: Raging Tiger Break, Raging Waves Thirteen Strikes.
"Don't be so arrogant, kid, watch my move!"
Feng Xiunian immediately threw a punch, unleashing the overbearing "Raging Tiger Break."
Facing such immense force, Xia Toutan also became vigilant, immediately displaying his Spirit Gathering Realm, second rank cultivation. He raised his hand, forming a finger, and prepared to use another of the Xia Clan's signature techniques: Startling Thunder Finger.
Just as the sounds of "biu" and "biu" rang out, Feng Xiunian's heavy body was sent flying, embedding him directly into a wall. He wouldn't be able to eat four dishes, that was for sure.
"Good! Bravo, young master!"
The surrounding onlookers cheered in unison at this scene.
The common folk couldn't possibly feel any fondness for these dregs of society.
Xia Toutan also thoroughly enjoyed the accolades of the unworldly villagers, and immediately became rather pleased with himself.
After a long while, Feng Xiunian and He Yishou, supporting each other, limped away from the street amidst the crowd's jeers.
Xia Toutan immediately seized the opportunity, saying to the surrounding crowd, "Esteemed villagers, I am Xia Toutan, from the Xia Clan in the Purple Abyss Imperial Capital. I have come to Qingyang City today to seek the hand of the Lu Family's young lady in marriage. I ask that you all guide me!"
On the other side, He Yishou and Feng Xiunian left the street where they were beaten. Looking back to confirm that no one was following, they suddenly let go of each other's hands. Then, they each patted their shoulders, wiping the blood from the corners of their mouths. There wasn't a trace of their earlier injured and bedraggled appearance.
Feng Xiunian grumbled, "Old Man He, why'd you go easy on him? That little punk, learning a few half-baked tricks and then strutting around like he owns the place. I could beat three of him with one hand!"
He Yishou remained with his hands crossed in his sleeves, saying, "He's from the Xia Clan. It's best not to make enemies if we can avoid it."
Feng Xiunian huffed, "But I can't swallow this! Look at him, acting like he's so great. So what if he's from the Xia Clan? Do they think I'm scared of him or something?"
He Yishou chuckled, "I suggest we ask Brother Shen first. Since he's our leader, he should make the final decision."
Just as the two were discussing, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared before them.
The two men looked over, their pupils shrinking.
They saw a young woman in a red and white tight-fitting outfit that extended into a skirt that didn't go below her knees, forming a perfect dress. A light breeze lifted the skirt, revealing tight black leather pants that reached the same length, paired with a pair of black and white boots that went past her knees, which made her long legs, the color of green onions and lotus roots, appear long and slender.
Then, she raised her eyes. Her beautiful long hair was tied up, and a red silk tassel adorned her forehead. Beneath the tassel was a face that was innocent and pure, with a hint of heroism, an exquisitely beautiful face that was hard to describe.
The girl whistled, then asked in a clear voice, "Hey, you two, is there a blacksmith around here who knows their stuff? My spear's broken, and I want to get it fixed. Could you show me the way, please?"
The girl was cheerful. As she spoke, she pulled out a spear from her storage bag that was taller than she was, and smiled at the two men.
He Yishou and Feng Xiunian exchanged a glance, and swallowed hard at the same time.
It wasn't because they were stunned by the girl's beauty, but rather…
This girl was the real deal, a true powerhouse. Her cultivation was definitely above their own, at least at the Spirit Gathering Realm, Grade Five or higher.
"Why aren't you saying anything? I'm talking to you!"
The girl pointed her spear and tilted her head, a sly smile on her face.
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He Yishou stepped forward, "May this old one take a look at the young lady's spear?"
"Take it!"
As the words left her mouth, the girl threw the spear directly.
He Yishou's pupils constricted. Facing the rapidly approaching spear, he hurriedly raised his hand to catch it.
A tremendous force then yanked him backward, and he shuffled more than ten steps before he could stop.
That girl just casually threw that spear, and it was at least a Spirit Gathering Realm cultivator of the seventh rank or higher. Qingyang City is really getting more and more lively.
Carefully examining the spear in his hand, He Yishou nodded. "This spear is a Yellow Grade Spirit Artifact, a rare and excellent weapon. However, the spearhead and shaft have several cracks, so it's obviously not in good condition and difficult to use. Only a master of refining can repair it."
After saying that, he returned the spear to the girl.
The girl took it casually, saying, "Uncle has good eyes. I've been to several shops, but no one can fix it. Since you know, you must be able to, right?"
He Yishou shook his head. "Miss, you overestimate this old man. I know nothing about forging or refining artifacts. However, I do know a friend who might be able to repair your spear."
Hearing this, the young woman immediately twirled her spear, her red lips curving slightly. "If that's the case, then quickly take me to your friend."
He Yishou said, "However, my friend charges a high price. I wonder if you have enough spirit stones prepared?"
After a moment of thought, the young woman smiled. "I may not have much else, but I have plenty of spirit stones. Just take me there. As long as the repair satisfies me, I will reward generously."
He Yishou replied, "In that case, Miss, please."
The young woman put away her spear, her hands clasped behind her waist. She then stepped forward with a light and graceful gait, humming a little tune as she walked ahead of He Yishou and Feng Xiunian.
"By the way, may I ask your name, Miss?" He Yishou asked.
The young woman stopped, turned her body slightly, and looked back, a meaningful smile on her face.
"Su Yunying, huh."
With that, she tilted her head, squinted her left eye, and smiled like a flower. Sunlight happened to envelop the girl's delicate figure, making her as captivating as a descending fairy.