bookbashuk Chapter 149 Duan Yu's Extraordinary Comprehension
Chapter 149 Duan Yu's Extraordinary Comprehension
But behind them, a long trail of blood remained.
Since that night when he assassinated the emperor, his spirit has never died, and he is haunted by the emperor's grievances.
The deceased emperor summoned eighteen iron cavalrymen and led hundreds of elite soldiers in a relentless pursuit day and night. He also issued a warrant for the arrest of three people—a bounty of ten thousand taels of gold for their lives!
That man was rich and powerful. Once he issued an order, both the legitimate and criminal worlds sprang into action, and countless experts flocked out.
Even a highly mysterious assassin organization was alerted, quietly appearing and following them.
Don't forget, any one of these three is a top expert. When they join forces, even a grandmaster wouldn't dare to take a single blow.
At this moment, the three of them stood on the street corner, gazing at the inconspicuous pawnshop in the distance—
The three characters of 【永安当】 (Yong'an Pawnshop) are weathered yet powerful.
Rumor has it that the man sitting inside is the number one person on today's ranking list.
It's hard to tell if they're real or fake, but they've all come.
Duan Yu spoke softly, "Brother, shall we go in now?"
Xiao Feng stared at the half-closed door, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly said, "Ling Tian... is said to be the number one person in heaven and earth."
His cultivation had already reached a state of perfection, and there were even rumors in the martial arts world that he had once fought against gods and demons in the heavens.
We are but ordinary mortals.
Qiao Feng spoke calmly, without a hint of disrespect.
That man, whose real name is Ling Tian and whose name is 23, has an absurdly high level of cultivation.
But the three of them were burdened with a mission, and they had no choice in the matter.
In the end, Duan Yu stepped forward first—he was the youngest of the three brothers, yet the most outstanding.
Dressed in pristine white, with exquisite features and an air of nobility, she stood out as the most dazzling person among the group.
He bowed respectfully, his posture humble, intending to subtly inquire about Ling Tian's whereabouts.
Unexpectedly, luck was on their side, and as soon as they looked up, the person walked right towards them.
Just as Ling Tian was about to leave, before his clothes even stirred, the wind had already arrived.
The moment their eyes met, Duan Yu felt a sudden jolt in his heart.
An invisible pressure surged in like a tide. It was neither killing intent nor hostility, but a pure aura originating from the pinnacle of martial arts—like stars sensing stars, and mountains gazing at each other from afar.
Ordinary people might feel only awe when they see a peerless expert; but Duan Yu himself was exceptionally talented, had excellent physique, and was blessed by heaven and earth, and his cultivation had already reached the level of a grandmaster. He could tell at a glance that the person in front of him was unfathomable.
The oppressive feeling was as vast and boundless as an abyss.
In his presence, I felt as insignificant as a river flowing into the sea.
Yong'an Pond... Could it be hiding such a person?
Just as they were wondering what was going on, a hunched figure slowly walked out.
The old man held a folding fan, walked with ease, his white hair fluttered slightly, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
In terms of the outward expression of one's aura, Ling Tian is actually the most restrained.
He suppressed all his sharpness, becoming like an ordinary person.
"Senior," Duan Yu turned to the old man and asked with a smile, "are you Mr. Ling Tian?"
Xiao Sanxiao was stunned on the spot.
Ling Tian was standing right next to him!
I really don't recognize this group of people?
He was about to speak up when he saw Ling Tian wink at him, a sly smile playing on his lips.
"Of course!" Ling Tian laughed heartily, pointing at Xiao San and saying, "The invincible Ling Tian, how could he be the kind of young genius you imagine? My brother here is right—the real Ling Tian endured countless battles and traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood before reaching the pinnacle of the martial world. How could such a figure be a young man? He must be a venerable and wise elder, isn't he?"
His words were so eloquent and persuasive that the three brothers nodded in agreement.
Looking at Xiao Sanxiao again, he has white hair and a youthful face, with an extraordinary demeanor and the air of a master in every gesture.
So, this is the real "Ling Tian"!
The three men were immediately filled with awe at the fact that he was in charge of Yong'an Pawnshop and was recognized as the number one person in the world.
Qiao Feng stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and introduced himself: "I am Qiao Feng, formerly the leader of the Beggars' Clan, and now I hold the position of the Southern King."
Although he has retired, his reputation remains. Now, the new leader of the Beggars' Sect is named Hong Qigong. Although the leadership has changed hands several times, Qiao Feng's name still resonates throughout the martial arts world.
His words were frank and open, his gaze piercing, and his voice carried an air of unwavering courage and determination.
More importantly—his eyes burned with fire.
A long-suppressed fighting spirit surged and churned in his blood.
Xiao Sanxiao could only manage a helpless, bitter smile and had no choice but to continue the performance.
He waved his fan, adopting the air of an ancestor disciplining his disciples, and slowly began to speak: "You three lads certainly have guts. Daring to come to me to contend for the throne, you have at least lived up to the name of 'chivalry'."
His age is considerable, truly like that of a third-generation ancestor.
He speaks slowly and deliberately, yet every word seems to pierce the heart.
The three brothers listened attentively, without questioning or refuting anything.
After all, each of these three has their own strengths—
One is Duan Yu, who was born with a martial arts lineage and possesses extraordinary comprehension;
One is Qiao Feng, who shoulders the responsibility of upholding justice and whose momentum is like a dragon;
There was another one, who, though he didn't say much, had a cold and sharp gaze and was decisive in killing.
They are all daring, enterprising, and pioneering individuals.
"Senior Ling Tian," Qiao Feng clasped his hands again, his voice booming like thunder, "We have come here today not without reason. With the world in chaos and demonic calamity rampant, how can we, the martial arts world, stand idly by?"
"I have heard that you have a deep connection with Mount Shu. If I could receive your guidance, I might be able to return to Mount Shu, comprehend higher martial arts, and save the people from suffering."
He paused, then spoke each word with resounding emphasis:
"The greatest heroes are those who serve their country and its people."
The moment those words were spoken, even the air seemed to grow heavier.
Qiao Feng was born a hero.
He once led 100,000 disciples of the Beggars' Sect and later became the King of the Southern Court, wholeheartedly dedicated to protecting the country and its people.
Even if his homeland is now an enemy of the Song Dynasty, he is still willing to build a Great Wall with his own flesh and blood.
The three brothers fought their way through the battlefield, employing ruthless methods and achieving remarkable feats.
Legends about them have long circulated in the martial arts world—not myths, but chilling truths.
They came seeking the Way.
They even came to volunteer for the battle.
The three brothers made up their minds and headed straight for Ling Tian's location, their brows furrowed with anxiety and hope.
They came for no other reason than to probe the direction of the impending change in the world, and to see if Ling Tian, this legendary being, could truly step in to set things right and bear the overwhelming calamity for the common people.
A fire burned in my heart, and my steps were as heavy as iron.
These three men carried not only the reputation of the martial arts world, but also the expectations of the people.
Xiao Sanxiao stood under the eaves, looking at the three people in front of him, his lips twitching, he was both amused and exasperated.
Although he had lived for a thousand years and witnessed countless changes in the world, he still couldn't figure out what these people were thinking.
"You want my help?" He waved his fan, his tone as indifferent as cooled tea. "Sure, but this world is rotten to the core—demons rise from the ground, ghosts emerge from the city, evil spirits roam freely, even the underworld is about to burst. My little skill is probably just a drop in the ocean."
His words were barbed, yet he couldn't hide his exhaustion.
His good-for-nothing descendants fight for power and profit all day long, even digging up ancestral graves for money. He, with his dignified smile, lives a life more miserable than a stray dog.