Reborn as Murong Fu: This Time I'm the Protagonist

Chapter 500 The Human World
In a flash, Murong Fu pointed a finger at Huang Yunjin.

Huang Yunjin was caught off guard. She knew the other party was highly skilled, so she deliberately kept her distance. She never expected that someone in this world could successfully strike a pressure point from such a distance.

Even my father, who was always buried in books, probably hadn't read about this kind of method.

Those who can project their true energy to injure others can enter the inner circle of the martial arts world and be called first-rate masters. Of course, depending on the depth of each person's skill and the level of the martial arts they practice, the gap between first-rate masters is also very large. Generally speaking, palm force cannot go beyond two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) from the body, while finger force, thanks to the characteristics of martial arts, can travel a greater distance from the body. Top masters can project their finger force more than two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) from the body.

Is it really possible for a martial arts master to immobilize someone from a distance of five or six zhang (approximately 10-20 meters)?
Huang Yunjin was suddenly overwhelmed with shock.

Murong Fu was unaware of the depth of Huang Yunjin's inner thoughts, and unleashed an invisible palm strike with his right hand.

Huang Yunjin was shocked. She felt a strong wind rushing towards her face and thought that her partner had been caught in an affair and was going to kill her to silence her. Just as she closed her eyes and waited for death, the invisible palm force suddenly turned around and circled behind her, encircling her soft waist as if an invisible arm was supporting her. Huang Yunjin's body was pulled towards her partner.

"then!"

Murong Fu shouted at the Chu princess beside him, startling the second princess who was still in a daze.

Princess Chu was taken aback and subconsciously reached out to catch the beautiful woman in palace attire who was being thrown towards her. A fragrant breeze wafted over her, and she couldn't help but inhale twice, thinking to herself: What kind of fragrance did Aunt Yun use? She smells so good.

Realizing what had happened, he was horrified: "Hey! You scoundrel, how did you manage to immobilize Aunt Yun? Untie her right now!"

The Chu princess was on the verge of tears: What is going on?
Murong Fu laughed, "Untie her and let her go? Then let her tell people that Your Highness is having a secret rendezvous with another man in the middle of the night? Don't be ridiculous, Your Highness! Hold on tight, don't let go and drop her to the ground, or I'll take both of you flying away."

Princess Chu felt her mind go blank for a moment. The series of blows that night far exceeded her understanding gained from twenty years of life: leaving the palace late at night with a stranger she had only met once, being caught red-handed by the female official who had taken care of her since childhood and having the man immobilized, and now the culprit of all this was saying that he would take her flying away.
Ok?
Princess Chu instinctively hugged Aunt Yun in her arms. Before she could react, a gentle force wrapped around her slender waist, and with a cry of surprise, she was lifted into the air.

A muffled, indistinct sound came from the night sky.

Two eunuchs on night patrol passed by with lanterns. One of the younger eunuchs looked at the older eunuch and asked in confusion, "Father, did you hear anything?"

The old eunuch scolded, "It's the middle of the night, even the cats are asleep, where could there be any noise? Stop being so paranoid, hurry up and finish this patrol, then go back to your duty room to warm up by the fire."

The young eunuch gave an "oh," not daring to disobey his godfather's wishes, and glanced around, still feeling apprehensive.

At this moment, the "cat" who should have been sleeping was lifted up by a burst of true energy and soared into the night sky. The evening breeze rushed past the Chu princess's ears, but it was not cold. Murong Fu controlled the true energy to form two walls of energy to protect the two of them.

"Aaaaah! What are you doing! You lecherous scoundrel, put me down right now!"

The Chu princess was so shocked that her face turned pale. She cried out and looked at the once magnificent and tall palace, which had turned into a small box the size of a palm. The unreal feeling was like a dream.

Murong Fu smiled helplessly: "Your Highness, please don't move around. If you accidentally fall, it'll be like a fairy descending to earth, landing face-first. I won't be responsible for that!"

"Pah! What fairy descending to earth? Face first! You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth!" The Chu princess was both angry and amused. For some reason, she didn't find the other party's rude words so offensive. A slight ripple stirred in her heart. Perhaps it was the noisy evening breeze, but the girl's heartbeat quickened with it.

"Yes, yes, yes, I can't say anything nice, Your Highness is a celestial being who can ride the wind."

The Chu princess said coquettishly, "That's more like human speech."

Murong Fu slowed down and lowered his altitude, making the people and things below clearer.

"I never knew your lightness skill was so good! If you ever became a womanizer, all the women in the world would suffer."

Murong Fu's face darkened - his technique was one of the world's top skills, the Free and Unfettered Wind Technique, yet it was being called the work of a womanizer.

Murong Fu glared at the Chu princess and said, "Your Highness, if you're so good at talking, then say more!"

Princess Chu's eyebrows twitched, her heart leaping with joy: "Thank you for your praise, young master. I will certainly continue to strive and speak freely without reservation!"

For some reason, although being with this person sometimes made her feel angry and heartbroken, she always wanted to get closer to him. At this moment, the Chu princess did not notice this. She was just very happy that she had successfully turned the tables and was also happy to see the other party suffer.

Huang Yunjin was certainly not as naive as the Chu princess. She had sharp eyes and didn't believe that Murong Fu was merely good at so-called light-body skills. No matter how amazing all light-body skills were, they all required leverage. No light-body skill could carry two people through the air. Rather than light-body skills, it was more like the state of carefree wind control described in Taoist classics.

The wind whistles in my ears, and countless lights illuminate my home beneath my feet.

Bianjing was a city that never slept, its extensive network of canals bringing together the wealth of the entire empire. A permanent population of over a million formed a massive urban class. Having vast wealth was hardly considered a sign of riches here; the boastful man who famously declared, "With ten thousand strings of cash around my waist, I'll ride a crane down to Yangzhou," would likely have laughed at his own shallowness had he lived a few years in Bianjing during its golden age in the 11th century.

This is a scene of bustling prosperity, with towering city walls guarding the brothels and entertainment districts behind them. Beneath the walls, shivering refugees and beggars, draped in burlap sacks, yearn for the sun to rise early tomorrow.

However, these people are not visible for the time being. At this moment, the three of them have just flown out of the Xuande Tower in the Imperial Palace and are passing through the Imperial Street.

The Imperial Street, over two hundred paces (approximately three hundred meters) wide, crisscrossed numerous lanes and alleys. Compared to it, later four-lane or six-lane roads seemed utterly insignificant. Long covered walkways lined both sides of the Imperial Street, where vendors could freely conduct their business, their lights twinkling like stars in the night sky. Even late at night, it was bustling with activity.

The vendors on both sides shouted their wares, hawking their food. The ingredients sizzled and fried in the oil, releasing rich aromas that made mouths water. Street performers energetically showcased their talents, eliciting laughter from the audience. This scene reminded Murong Fu of the food street from his university days.

The Chu princess felt that she was probably having a dream, absurd yet beautifully unreal.

In the gentle evening breeze, a handsome and dashing young man with extraordinary martial arts skills led himself as he looked down upon the mortal world from the heavens.

The Chu princess was momentarily stunned.