Yu Shukuang smiled bitterly. "You should have known this a long time ago. I never had the opportunity to touch your food and drink. The holy hall. "
This was a doubt that had existed in Ma Chaoqun's heart for many years, but he never dared to look at it directly. He refused to believe that the extremely gentle woman who had grown up with him would do something so cruel to him.
Now that he had suddenly received confirmation, his conviction for revenge that he had cultivated arduously for many years suddenly became so pitiful and laughable. He could not help but become furious as tears streamed down his face. He roared at the sky madly.
Yu Zijian was originally extremely annoyed with him, but when she heard his howl like a despairing beast, she could not help but feel miserable. She felt great sympathy for him. He must have loved my mother very much. My mother was far too wrong. If she didn't like him, she could have just told him directly. Why did she have to poison him?
"D- don't be sad. So many years have already passed. You'll definitely find a woman better than my mother."
Ma Chaoqun stopped howling with that. He looked at Yu Zijian. Her beautiful face filled with sincere sympathy seemed to overlap with the face in his heart. He murmured, "You really are like her."
"Brother Ma, so many years have passed. We're both grown up, so it's time for us to let go of these grievances. Today is a joyous day to celebrate Zijian becoming a Qi Practitioner. She'll be taking the entrance exams for the Hundred Schools of Thought next year. Why don't you sit down and have a drink?" Yu Shukuang hinted. They were no longer regular members of the martial arts society that could be trampled on.
Ma Chaoqun suddenly raised an eyebrow and revealed a twisted smile, which made his pockmarked face seem even uglier. "I want to compete with you again!" Afterwards, he pointed at Yu Zijian. "She'll be the wager!"
With a crack, Li Qingshan broke the chopsticks in his hand. "That's far too shameless!"
He had heard the disturbance outside before anyone else. Afterwards, he listened to the grievances of the jianghu with interest as he ate. It really did go down well with his meal.
He felt quite sympathetic towards this pockmarked brother. The feeling of being betrayed by someone he trusted was probably horrible. At the same time, he felt great disdain towards "Zi 'er". She had sacrificed her own senior brother Chou for a handsome man. That was far too unfair.
The two of them could be regarded as prodigies among men, yet they had taken a liking to such a fickle woman. They really had low standards. Fortunately, Yu Zijian was not as heartless as her mother.
However, when they heard Ma Chaoqun's final decision, they completely disagreed with him. This was no longer just revenge against Yu Shukuang. It was revenge against the woman called "Zi 'er" as well as the entire society.
"Who do you think you are? Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have a cultivation? You want? Even if you have cultivation, do whatever you want? "
"Don't you even think about it!" Yu Shukuang, who had remained calm the entire time, immediately reddened. He drew his sword and widened his eyes. Yu Zijian was the apple of his eye. If anyone touched a single hair on her, he would throw his life at them.
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"Good, good, good!" Under everyone's watchful gazes, Ma Chaoqun repeated three times. He showed no fear at all. "I've cultivated arduously on the Pheasant's Grace mountain for all these years just for this day. Those who have nothing to do with this, piss off. If anyone gets in my way, you can just wait for the revenge of the Pheasant's Grace mountain!"
"Ah!"
With that, a series of cries rang out at the same time, rushing into Li Qingshan's ears. His expression was strange as well. The Pheasant's Grace mountain? Was this the legendary count of Pheasant's Grace mountain?
The others obviously did not share the same thoughts as Li Qingshan. No one here had been to the Pheasant's Grace mountain before. They did not even know where it was. However, as long as they were first-rate experts, they would have heard of the Pheasant's Grace mountain.
The Green Vine mountain, the Pheasant's Grace mountain, and the Burial Mound mountain were three powerful cultivation sects. They were renowned throughout the entire Clear River prefecture, and they had become the sights of the three mountains. Not only were there Qi Practitioners among them, but there were even Foundation Establishment cultivators who had undergone the first heavenly tribulation guarding them. Their strength went without saying.
As long as regular people could join any one of them, they would be like a carp leaping through the dragon's gate. Their statuses would be drastically different. No one dared to ignore Ma Chaoqun's threat. To the people of the jianghu, Qi Practitioners were existences higher up the food chain.
Many of the people who were more on friendly terms with Yu Shukuang backed away silently. Only a few of his good friends remained by his side. They were hesitant as well.
Yu Zijian's face was bright red. She was speechless from embarrassment and anger. Seeing this, she scolded, "You're bold enough to kill people recklessly. Aren't you afraid of the Hawkwolf Guard?" She had personally witnessed the might of a Hawkwolf Guard before, so she had an extremely deep impression of him.
Ma Chaoqun laughed aloud. "The Hawkwolf Guard? Do they care about the lives of you people of the jianghu? "
Li Qingshan exhaled gently. He knew that Ma Chaoqun was right. He was a member of the Hawkwolf Guard, so he understood this very well. People of the jianghu who practised inner force were a special group that existed between regular people and cultivators. The Hawkwolf Guard's attitude towards them was extremely special.
The Black Wind stronghold could massacre villages as a show of force and place their names on the blacklist. It had been many years since the Hawkwolf Guard paid any attention to them. However, if a cultivator did that, it would be considered a crime. The commander would directly assign them a mission to deal with it.
If the entire clan of people of the jianghu was destroyed, even if several hundred of them died, the Hawkwolf Guard would only investigate it casually at most. They would never treat it as a proper matter. When people of the jianghu killed regular people, they would be treated as regular people and treated as such. However, when they were killed by Qi Practitioners, they would be treated as Qi Practitioners and ignored.
Under Ma Chaoqun's vicious gaze, the master of the Elation sect gulped. "Brother Yu, look …"
Yu Shukuang clasped his hands around. "I, Yu Shukuang, thank you all for your support today, but this is my personal grievance. It has nothing to do with you. Whoever interferes will be making an enemy of my Proud Sword manor and looking down on me!"
Everyone was touched and ashamed. Great hero Yu truly was chivalrous. He did not make things difficult for his friends. When they looked at Ma Chaoqun again, they found him to be even more despicable.
The master of the Elation sect wanted to say something, but he backed off to one side in the end. Yu Shukuang's side immediately emptied out, only leaving Yu Zijian behind. She tugged at Yu Shukuang's sleeve, feeling both admiration and anxiety. "Father! H- he's a second layer Qi Practitioner! "
First-rate masters had no chance of victory against a second layer Qi Practitioner, and she had just ingested an Innate pill recently. Although she was a first layer Qi Practitioner now, she might not even be a match for a first-rate master like Yu Shukuang in terms of battle prowess, much less Ma Chaoqun's opponent.
"Stop putting on an act. If you're a man, then come at me. I'll let you take three moves first!" Ma Chaoqun was furious. This bastard was the best at using false pretenses to win people over. If it were not for his glib tongue, why would Zi 'er … His heart ached. He looked at Yu Zijian again, and his gaze softened. His efforts over the past few years would not go to waste. He would definitely make it up to her!
Yu Shukuang gently pushed Yu Zijian away. "Don't worry. You can go to the back!" He winked at Yu Zijian before turning to Ma Chaoqun. "Ma Madman, come. Let's spar again. Let's see if your blade of madness is stronger or my sword of madness is stronger!"
Yu Zijian was taken aback. We're in the middle of a battle of life and death, yet father is telling me to go to the back? What does that mean? Suddenly, her eyes lit up. She hurried off to the back of the Proud Sword hall without even looking back. Right now, the only person who could save her was great hero Niu!
The door to the room was pushed open loudly. Light shone into the pitch-black room, illuminating a broad back. Countless specks of dust could be vaguely seen. Li Qingshan wore a large, conical hat as he held up a bowl of alcohol, acting like he was drinking it.
As if she had seen a life-saving straw, Yu Zijian said, "Uncle Niu, please save my father!"
Li Qingshan almost spat out his alcohol. Why had he suddenly become her uncle, and it felt like he had been farming for forty years!
So-called men, even if they did not like a woman, they still hoped that she would fall in love with them, let alone the fact that he had a rather good impression of Yu Zijian. He could not help but feel slightly gloomy. However, an extremely gentle chuckle rang out from the bamboo basket beside him.
Yu Zijian had seen quite a lot of the world with Yu Shukuang. She knew that only by getting closer to him could she ask for his help. She never thought that this form of address filled with respect would achieve the exact opposite effect.
Before Yu Zijian could say anything, Li Qingshan had already said, "I heard everything that happened outside."
"Uncle Niu, my father …"
Smack. Li Qingshan placed the bowl of alcohol on the table and said gloomily, "I'm not your whatever uncle Niu. Don't call me that!"
Yu Zijian felt wronged. She knew that great hero Niu was afraid of offending the Pheasant's Grace mountain, so he refused to help. However, Yu Shukuang's life was hanging by a thread. In order to save her father, she could no longer care about her dignity as a woman. She said loudly, "Then I'll call you uncle Niu, alright? I beg you …"
Li Qingshan's head paused. "A- whatever you want!" He kicked the bamboo basket. Little Ann's laughter was basically infuriating to him.
Yu Zijian thought that he had agreed to it. She wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes. "Thank you, uncle Niu. Let's go!" She was tempted to grab his arm.
Li Qingshan said, "You've heard what your father said. This is your family's matter. I can't interfere."
Yu Zijian paled and collapsed on the ground. "T- then what do we do?"
Li Qingshan said, "But aren't you a Qi Practitioner too?"
Yu Zijian raised her head. Her pretty face was like a tearful beauty.
The blade and sword collided and sparks flew. There was also a splash of blood, which came from Yu Shukuang's shoulder.
Ma Chaoqun let out a meaningless roar. He seemed almost deranged, but the treasured blade in his hand danced about like a storm. The chilling coldness reached several meters away. The spectating members of the martial arts society were all shocked, retreating into a large circle.
Yu Shukuang also retreated step by step. He left behind a footprint in the marble with each step. He had launched the first three strikes, pushing his sword style and moves to the limit, forming a circle of blurs before him.
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