The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 468 Leak! Leak! Still a leak!

"Those scoundrels from the Western Xia First-Class Hall."

"The Stinky Beggar of the Great Song Dynasty"

The two groups in the apricot grove immediately jumped up from the ground in a fit of rage, brandishing their weapons and launching a deadly attack on each other.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

Bang bang bang bang!

In an instant, all that could be seen was the flashing of swords and the flying of fists and kicks; the fight was incredibly lively and intense, a fight to the death.

Because the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, Qiao Feng, and the Four Evils were no longer present, and the number of people on both sides was roughly the same, with neither side having too many nor too few experts, the fight was evenly matched, with both sides exchanging blows.

After fighting for a long time, both sides were exhausted, and with some lingering headaches and confusion, they had no choice but to stop. They exchanged some harsh words and then left Xingzilin with the corpses of their dead comrades.

As for Xu Xingchen and the other two.

After Songhelou closed last night, I found an inn to stay in.

Before we knew it, the sun was high in the sky.

The three met in the lobby on the first floor of the inn, sat at a wooden table, and ate the simple breakfast served by the waiter.

After venting his anger last night, Qiao Feng's expression was no longer as cold and ugly as it had been the night before. His dim eyes regained a glimmer of light, and he ate quite a lot.

As for Duan Yu, as long as he doesn't get emotionally affected by the scenery or be influenced by others, and doesn't deliberately dwell on his complicated and melodramatic background, his mental state recovers even faster than Qiao Feng's.

He finished his breakfast in no time.

Qiao Feng raised his head, looked at Xu Xingchen, and said in a deep voice, "Master Xu, I have something I would like to ask you!"

After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, Xu Xingchen gently put down his chopsticks and nodded, saying, "Let's talk about it inside. It's not appropriate to discuss such private matters in public."

Duan Yu quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and then followed the two upstairs back to his room.

He closed the door and sat down at the sturdy eight-immortal table in the center of the room.

Xu Xingchen looked up at Qiao Feng: "Hero Qiao, please ask whatever you wish to ask. I will answer to the best of my knowledge."

"In that case, Qiao Feng thanks Master Xu in advance." After saying this, a trace of pain flashed in Qiao Feng's eyes: "What I want to ask is, is the letter that Kang Min produced genuine? Am I, Qiao Feng, truly not a Song person, but a Khitan?"

Xu Xingchen had no intention of considering Qiao Feng's feelings and nodded, saying, "That's right, what they said is true."

"What happened outside Yanmen Pass thirty years ago is also true."

"To this day, there should still be your father's writings left on the mountain wall outside Yanmen Pass. You can go there to find and examine them in the future."

Qiao Feng was speechless and choked with emotion, unable to utter another word.

It felt as if a knife had been plunged into his heart, leaving several deep wounds on the very wounds that had already been inflicted yesterday.

He recalled his life's work, including leading the Beggars' Sect disciples to assassinate generals of the Liao Kingdom and captains of the Western Xia Kingdom, and protecting officials of the Song Dynasty. For a moment, he felt nothing but utter irony and amusement.

But a tiny sliver of hope remained in his heart: what if the person in front of him was also Kang Min's accomplice, what if they had conspired to deceive him?
However, this possibility was so slim that it was not enough to save his ever-declining mood.

After a moment of contemplation, Xu Xingchen decided to deliver another bombshell, so she said, "Actually, back then outside Yanmen Pass, after your mother died, your father took her body and jumped off a cliff to commit suicide, but he didn't die and survived."

Qiao Feng, who was feeling dejected, suddenly raised his head upon hearing this. The sharp light emanating from his eyes was like lightning and thunder, which made Duan Yu tremble with fear.

"Master Xu, is this really true?"

Xu Xingchen nodded without hesitation and said, "It's true, more real than gold!"

Qiao Feng asked excitedly, "Where is he?"

Xu Xingchen had no intention of keeping secrets from those people, and revealed everything he knew in one go: "Your father survived the fall off the cliff, and then hid in the shadows, thinking that since you Central Plains people accused me of stealing the Seventy-Two Extraordinary Techniques of your Shaolin Temple, then I would really go to Shaolin Temple to steal the Seventy-Two Extraordinary Techniques as revenge."

"I never imagined that my father was actually at Shaolin Temple." Qiao Feng's eyes filled with tears, and his fists clenched tightly. After a long while, he calmed down a bit and then asked, "Are you saying that the leader back then is Master Xuanci, the current abbot of Shaolin Temple?"

Xu Xingchen said, "That's right, it is Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin Temple."

"Back then, he believed the false information from his friend and committed such a wrong act, so he feels guilty towards you and takes extra care of you."

"But I'm also afraid that if you know what happened in the past, you might seek revenge against them and the entire martial arts world of the Song Dynasty, and I'm also wary of you."

"Especially as your martial arts skills become more and more advanced, and your reputation grows in the martial arts world, this sense of apprehension deepens."

"That's how your master, Wang Jiantong, left a letter for Ma Dayuan." Qiao Feng's expression shifted between light and shadow, his emotions complex and difficult to discern. His eyes flashed like lightning at times, filled with murderous intent; at other times, he was saddened and filled with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.

After silently processing this shocking and astonishing news for a while, he stared intently at Xu Xingchen and asked, word by word, "Who exactly is the person who sent the false message to the abbot of Shaolin Temple?"

Xu Xingchen said calmly, "That person was Murong Bo, who was famous in the martial arts world back then for his 'using their own methods against them' technique."

"...It's Murong Fu's deceased father?" Qiao Feng asked, somewhat surprised and resentful, "Why would Murong Bo do this? Does he have a grudge against my parents?"

Xu Xingchen shook his head and said, "He has no grudge against your parents."

"However, the Murong family, as descendants of the former Yan state, has always harbored ambitions to restore their Great Yan state and regain the prestige of the Yan royal family."

"Although there are some minor conflicts on the borders of the Great Song Dynasty, the country is generally peaceful and prosperous, and the people live and work in peace and contentment."

"In such a prosperous era, the Murong family has no chance to rebuild their kingdom."

"However, if there's no opportunity, then create one; if there's no conflict, then create conflict; if there's no chaos, then create chaos."

"Therefore, Murong Bo spread false information, hoping to provoke a conflict between the Song and Liao dynasties so that the two sides could fight and the third party could benefit."

Qiao Feng was so angry he gritted his teeth, and said murderously, "Fine! Fine! Fine! Fine is the Murong family! Fine is Murong Bo!"

"If what I find out in the future is indeed as Master Xu said, I will definitely go to the Murong family to demand an explanation; even if his father is dead, this matter will not be over."

Xu Xingchen chuckled and continued to reveal the secret: "Don't worry, Murong Bo is not dead."

"Back then, the incident caused such a huge uproar that in order to avoid being held accountable by the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty and the abbot of Shaolin Temple, he had no choice but to fake his death and escape. Then he hid in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion and secretly learned the Seventy-Two Extraordinary Skills of Shaolin."

"You're planning the same thing as your dad. Don't you think this is a classic case of 'enemies meeting by chance'?"

Having revealed all the secrets, Xu Xingchen said, "Now you'd better hurry home to your adoptive parents' house. Your father secretly learned Shaolin martial arts, but due to improper practice, he has developed a serious illness, which is making him increasingly irritable and impatient."

"Furthermore, seeing that you have grown up, made a name for yourself in the martial world, and are capable of protecting yourself, I decided to begin my revenge."

"At that time, whether it's your adoptive parents or your Shaolin Temple master, they will all be his targets."

Qiao Feng suddenly stood up and said, "Impossible, my father would not kill my parents."

Xu Xingchen started to shoo people away, waving her hand and saying, "Go! Go! Go do your thing, go prove what I said."

"As for what you will do after you find your biological father, that's entirely up to you."

Before Qiao Feng left, he added, "If you are unwilling to join your father in seeking revenge and wreaking havoc; and if you are caught between the Song and Liao dynasties and do not know how to conduct yourself or where to go, you can come to Xiaoyao Manor to find me, where you can find temporary peace."

Watching Qiao Feng hurriedly leave, Duan Yu, who had been listening for a while, sighed and said, "I never imagined that Chief Qiao's background was so full of hardship; I just wonder what will happen in the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty after he leaves."

Xu Xingchen glanced back at Duan Yu and asked with a smile, "You still have the mood to care about others, but have you let go of your own problems?"

Duan Yu said with a bitter face, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Every time I think about it, I don't know how to face my father, my mother, and my uncle."

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore!" Xu Xingchen said calmly. "Would you like to come with me to meet the leader of the Free and Unfettered Sect: Wuyazi?"

"Wuyazi? Is that the senior Wuyazi who once lived in seclusion at the Sword Lake Palace on Wuliang Mountain?" Duan Yu's eyes lit up, and he asked in surprise, "That senior is still alive? You even know where he is?"

Seeing Xu Xingchen nod with a smile, he quickly said, "Go, of course I want to go! I really want to meet that senior Wuyazi, what kind of extraordinary person he is, that he could win the favor of the fairy sister."

Without wasting any time, the two immediately went downstairs to check out, settle their bill, and leave the inn.

Along the way, Xu Xingchen stopped frequently, asking people for directions to Leigu Mountain.

After traveling southeast for seven or eight days, we finally arrived at Leigu Mountain.

Leigushan covers a vast area with countless deep ravines and secluded valleys.

However, this was no challenge for the two highly skilled martial artists with exceptional agility.

Xu Xingchen took Duan Yu with her, climbing up and down the mountain every day, leaping and bounding back and forth, while also guiding Duan Yu in his cultivation.

He was eager to see what level Duan Yu's martial arts would reach once he could freely control his profound internal energy and wield the unpredictable Six Meridians Divine Sword with ease.
Will playing against him bring some novelty to the experience?
in this way
While wandering and cultivating in the mountains and forests, they searched for the gate of Master Congbian.

A few days later, they saw a mountain path and followed it into a valley.

Here, the bamboo groves are lush and the pines rustle in the breeze. Several elegant wooden houses are nestled among the trees, and a pavilion is partially hidden.

(End of this chapter)