Martial Arts: After ten years of sword-drawing, the Sword God must bow his head when he sees me

Chapter 187 Taking Precautions Step by Step, Anticipating the Enemy's Moves

A moment later, Sun Qingyan took out a key and unlocked the shackles binding the old palace master, then carefully placed him on the ground to wait quietly.

Soon, after waiting for nearly fifteen minutes, under everyone's watchful eyes, the old palace master lying on the ground took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

Although his eyes were somewhat cloudy, typical of an elderly person, they were now calm and peaceful, the previous violent crimson gaze completely gone.

After a moment of confusion, the old palace master turned his head to look at Sun Qingyan beside him.

"Yan'er?"

The hoarse voice instantly brought tears to Sun Qingyan's eyes.

Several elders standing nearby also knelt on the ground and bowed in unison: "Greetings, Old Palace Master."

After glancing at the old palace master, Shen Ping'an transmitted his voice to Yaoyue, "Please bring her to the villa to find me when she has rested up!"

Upon hearing Shen Ping'an's words, Yaoyue nodded in acknowledgment.

However, when she looked at Shen Ping'an, her gaze held a hint of gratitude.

Seeing this, Shen Ping'an smiled slightly, then turned and walked out of the valley with Zhang San Niang and the others.

After leaving the valley, Zhang Sanniang smiled and said, "A difficult disease that has baffled a top power like Yihua Palace for ten years can be solved so easily by you. I wonder who in the world can compare to your medical skills."

Faced with Zhang San Niang's praise, Shen Ping An smiled gently.

The medical skills of a master are already the pinnacle of medical expertise.

Looking across the entire land of Kyushu, if Shen Ping'an dares to claim second place, who dares to claim first?

After a moment's thought, Shen Ping'an said softly, "The method of preserving the Blood Bodhi in Yihua Palace is incorrect. Much of the medicinal power and fire poison within the Blood Bodhi has been lost."

"Hopefully, that senior will know more about the Blood Bodhi!"

"Otherwise, it might take more time to remove the fire poison from that senior's body."

Perhaps seeing Shen Ping'an so concerned about something for the first time, Zhang San Niang couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong with this Blood Bodhi that makes you so interested?"

In response to Zhang San Niang's question, Shen Ping An said in a deep voice, "Because the Blood Bodhi involves some legendary things, it's hard to put people at ease if we can't figure it out."

The Blood Bodhi only exists because of the Fire Qilin.

If the Fire Qilin truly exists in this world, then the waters of this world are far deeper than Shen Ping'an imagined.

Therefore, even Shen Ping'an had to take this matter seriously.

However, there were some things that Shen Ping'an couldn't say, and he didn't explain much even when facing Zhang San Niang.

Fortunately, Zhang San Niang wasn't the type to pry into things until she got to the bottom of it.

Seeing that Shen Ping'an did not explain, Zhang San Niang did not press the matter further.

Then, changing the subject, he said, "Now that you have healed this expert at the ninth level of the Celestial Realm in the Yihua Palace, it's as if the Yihua Palace has gained another expert at the ninth level of the Celestial Realm."

"If the news gets out, it will probably cause a stir in the martial arts world."

Experts at the Celestial Realm are rare, let alone one at the ninth level of the Celestial Realm.

With such a master presiding over Yihua Palace, not to mention ordinary forces, even top-tier forces like Wudang and Northern Shaolin have to re-evaluate Yihua Palace's status in the martial arts world.

Shen Ping'an, on the other hand, appeared calm.

For Shen Ping'an at present, Zhang Sanfeng is the only person in the entire Ming Dynasty who deserves his respect.

As for the other martial artists at the ninth level of the Heavenly Gang Realm, Shen Ping'an could remain invincible even without using his trump cards.

An hour later.

Inside the courtyard, Shen Ping'an and Zhang San Niang sat facing each other, each holding a piece and playing chess.

However, compared to Shen Ping'an's calm expression, Zhang San Niang on the other side frowned slightly as she stared at the chessboard.

After a short while, Zhang San Niang threw the chess piece back into the chess box and shook her head, saying, "I lost again. Your chess skills are too strong. I am no match for you."

As she spoke, Zhang San Niang's tone carried a hint of helplessness.

They played four games in a row, but Shen Ping'an didn't lose a single one. Even though Zhang San Niang tried her best in the last two games, she still couldn't avoid losing the whole game.

Shen Ping'an smiled and said, "Life is like a game of chess. All I do is try to consider all kinds of situations in advance and then seek changes accordingly."

Shen Ping'an spoke casually, but Zhang San Niang knew in truth that it was not that simple.

Shen Ping'an's chess style may seem unassuming, but in reality, he is strategic, anticipating the opponent's moves and harboring deadly intent, making him difficult to defend against.

When playing chess with Shen Ping'an, Zhang San Niang had the feeling that every move he made was exactly what Shen Ping'an had anticipated.

It was as if he were a puppet on a string, only able to follow Shen Ping'an's moves.

Feeling stifled but helpless.

However, the joy of playing chess lies in facing challenges head-on.

If victory could be achieved easily, it would be boring.

Therefore, the four consecutive losses did not discourage Zhang Sanniang; on the contrary, they aroused her competitive spirit.

Just as the two were about to put the chess pieces back in their places and start the next game, Shen Ping'an suddenly looked towards the courtyard entrance as if he had sensed something.

Noticing Shen Ping'an's gaze, Zhang San Niang seemed to be deep in thought and turned her head to look towards the courtyard entrance.

A few moments later, under the watchful eyes of the two, Yaoyue, Lianxing, Sun Qingyan, and the old palace master of Yihua Palace entered the courtyard one after another.

Compared to her previous disheveled appearance, the old palace master of Yihua Palace had clearly washed up.

His gray hair was tied up with a wooden fork, and his simple white clothes were spotless.

His wrinkled face no longer had its previous ferocity, but instead had gained a sense of peace.

The smile on her lips made her look like the old lady next door, giving people a sense of friendliness.

Upon approaching, the old palace master of Yihua Palace took the initiative to speak, saying, "This old woman thanks Young Master Shen for saving me."

As the old palace master spoke, Sun Qingyan bowed slightly in acknowledgment.

When she looked at Shen Ping'an, she no longer had the cold arrogance she had shown at the beginning.

Shen Ping'an stood up and said, "It was nothing, Senior, you don't need to take it too seriously."

Upon hearing this, the old palace master shook her head and said, "Young Master Shen's small act of kindness has freed me from ten years of torment. How could I not appreciate it?"

Shen Ping'an smiled slightly, not continuing on the topic, but instead raised his hand to gesture to the old palace master and the others.

After everyone sat down, the old palace master took the initiative to say, "I heard from Yue'er that the young master has some questions he would like to ask me?"

Shen Ping'an nodded and said, "That's right! This junior would like to know where the Blood Bodhi in the Yihua Palace came from?"

The Yihua Palace has been established in the martial arts world for three hundred years.

The old palace master in front of them was already two hundred years old.

If anyone knows the situation of Yihua Palace best, it is none other than this old palace master.

Perhaps because Yaoyue had already mentioned to the old palace master what Shen Ping'an wanted to ask, the old palace master did not think too much when faced with Shen Ping'an's question and said directly: "To be honest, young master Shen, I don't know about this matter either. I only know that when the Yihua Palace was first established, the nine Blood Bodhis were placed in the Yihua Palace. As for where the ancestor obtained them, I don't know either."

After pausing for a moment, the old palace master continued, "However, according to what the seniors of Yihua Palace said before, these nine Blood Bodhis are very likely obtained by our ancestor in a mountain cave."

"Not only that, the Mingyu Gong and Yihua Jieyu of my Yihua Palace were also comprehended by our founder from some martial arts fragments on the stone walls of a cave."

Shen Ping'an let out a soft "Eh?" and asked, "The stone wall of the cave?"

As if knowing what Shen Ping'an was thinking, the old palace master said, "Back then, after the ancestor created the Mingyu Gong and the Yihua Jieyu, he destroyed the cave and the stone wall."

Upon hearing this, Shen Ping'an had to swallow back the words he was about to say.

Seeing Shen Ping'an's reaction, the old palace master said, "I hope you will not be offended if I was unable to help you, young master."

Shen Ping'an shook his head and said, "Senior, you flatter me. I only asked the question on a whim. There is no need to apologize."

Despite saying that, Shen Ping'an's thoughts were still racing.

(End of this chapter)