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

Chapter 520 Yanmen Pass

Xiao Feng, with a solemn expression, said, "Please enlighten me, senior!"

The old woman said, "Considering you are a junior, I will let you make three moves first."

If anyone else had said that, Xiao Feng would have been furious. But facing this unfathomable master of the Xiaoyao Sect, Xiao Feng dared not be careless in the slightest. Hearing the other party's concession, he did not reply. He slightly bent his left leg, drew a semicircle in the air with his right palm, and thrust out with a "whoosh" sound like thunder and the momentum of a galloping horse, aiming straight for Tong Lao's central palace.

Unwilling to overpower others with force, Tong Lao only used half of her pure inner strength, unleashing a move called Yangchun Baixue, which neutralized Xiao Feng's powerful attack.

Tong Lao couldn't help but exclaim "Eh!" Her expression changed drastically. She felt Xiao Feng's palm force was like a vast river, wave after wave, continuous and unending, with an invisible pressure rushing towards her. Tong Lao hurriedly activated her inner strength to completely neutralize all of Xiao Feng's remaining force. With a burst of energy, Xiao Feng was forced to retreat five steps, each step leaving a shallow crater in the ground.

"You brat, how dare you be disrespectful to your grandmother!" Enraged, Tong Lao unleashed her full power, holding nothing back. Xiao Feng was overwhelmed and could hardly breathe. After thirty moves, Tong Lao struck hard, severely injuring Xiao Feng with a single palm strike and knocking him off the cliff.

The old woman's face gradually blurred until it finally disappeared, like a drifting cloud on Misty Peak.

Xiao Feng was seriously injured and fell off a cliff thousands of feet high. He could hear the wind whistling in his ears and his life experiences flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. He had only one thought in his mind: In this life, I have nothing to rely on. What is the purpose of my life?
The last vestiges of consciousness vanished.

When Xiao Feng woke up again, he found himself in a pile of rocks.

Xiao Feng hurriedly jumped up, and the first thing he did after waking up was to check his body - there wasn't a single wound on his body.

Xiao Feng was shocked: Hadn't he just been knocked off the cliff by Tong Lao's powerful blow during their exchange? What was happening now?
Xiao Feng was momentarily at a loss. Scenes flashed through his mind, only to vanish one by one. All he could hear was the whistling wind, and there was not a single passerby in sight.

Xiao Feng was puzzled. For a moment, he felt that the scene in front of him was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but what exactly was going on?

What I saw was a desolate wasteland stretching to the horizon, with towering mountains in the distance that seemed to have no end.

Xiao Feng was confused, not knowing where he was or how he had gotten here. The more he thought about it, the more he felt like he had forgotten something. Gradually, he felt that it was only natural for him to be here, but he couldn't remember his previous experiences.

Vaguely, he felt as if he were being pulled by something, aimlessly walking straight ahead. Until a small tavern by the roadside caught his attention.

"There's a small shop here, why don't we go in and ask the owner for information about this place?"

With these thoughts in mind, Xiao Feng strode into the inn: "Waiter, waiter, bring me some wine!"

Xiao Feng called out several times, but no one answered. Growing impatient, he slammed his fist on the table. "You old man, you're not exactly young, but you've got quite a temper. My shop is closed today; we're not doing business. You'd better go somewhere else!"

A middle-aged man, startled by Xiao Feng's commotion, ran out and chased after him.

Xiao Feng felt both puzzled and anxious: "Who are you calling 'old man'? Let me ask you, where is this place? And why is your tavern not open for business today?"

The middle-aged man laughed, “You old man, with your gray hair, you look at least sixty, if not seventy. Should I call you ‘young man’ instead? This is Daixian County, and Yanmen Pass is just thirty li ahead. A group of distinguished guests of great importance are gathering here today to do something important, and they’ve already booked this small shop. If you’re not here for that important matter, please leave. When those guests arrive, they’ll surely blame me for leaving and order me to kick you out. That would be embarrassing for you. If you want some wine, just walk ten li south to Daixian County; there’s plenty of good wine there.”

Xiao Feng's heart skipped a beat: Yanmen Pass, this place is actually Yanmen Pass? Why did I come here? And why am I being called "old man"? What important matter are they talking about?
The thought of Yanmen Pass brought back memories of his parents' tragic deaths and the assassination attempts by Xuan Ci and his group, causing Xiao Feng to grit his teeth in hatred.

Xiao Feng coldly replied, "How do you know I didn't come for that important matter?"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Old man, you didn't even know where you were just now, but now you're spouting nonsense. Since you say you've come for that important matter, do you know who the leader of this group is?"

Xiao Feng was in a daze. When he heard the words "leader," it was as if a lightning bolt struck his heart. He immediately thought of Xuan Ci, and his anger was uncontrollable: "Leader? It's Xuan Ci?"

Upon hearing Xiao Feng mention Xuan Ci's name, the middle-aged man hurriedly said, "Old man, please don't make a fuss, be careful what you say! Senior Brother Xuan Ci will be here soon, please sit here for a while."

Xiao Feng was greatly surprised: Why would Xuan Ci be here? And why is he the leader? This old bald thief killed my parents thirty years ago, what kind of evil deeds is he up to now?

Xiao Feng suppressed his emotions and said, "Now do you believe me? I am acting on the orders of Abbot Xuanci and have gone ahead to wait here. Who are you?"

The middle-aged man said, "So you are fellow martial artists invited by Senior Brother Xuanci to lend your assistance. In that case, please sit for a while. Let me serve you some wine and dishes. To be honest, my surname is Fang, and I am Senior Brother Xuanci's lay junior brother. My family has lived in Daixian County, which is located at the border of Yan and Yun. Senior Brother Xuanci chose my tavern as the meeting place because he valued my familiarity with this area. It is a great opportunity for my family to participate in such a grand event that is rare in the Central Plains martial arts world, something that my family has never encountered in three generations."

Xiao Feng was unaware of the specifics. He thought to himself, "If that old thief Xuan Ci had stayed at Shaolin Temple, it would have been really difficult for me to take revenge on my own. Heaven have mercy on me, that old thief has fallen into my hands today. Fine, I will end that old thief's life right here today!"

So Xiao Feng played along with the innkeeper, beating around the bush and avoiding the truth. Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of Xiao Feng, the innkeeper went to the back to prepare food and wine, and soon brought out a large plate of beef and a jar of old wine.

The shopkeeper said, "Please wait a moment, sir," and went to the kitchen.

Xiao Feng opened the mud seal on the wine jar, poured out a bowl of wine, and was about to drink it when he froze in place. The bowl full of wine was like a mirror, reflecting an old face with graying temples.

"What, what exactly is going on?" Xiao Feng was struck dumb.