The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 549 The Old Rascal's Rampage

No one expected that Wu Chengyu would take away Huang Yaoshi's title of "Eastern Heretic".

In the end, this thing is just an empty title, but in the martial arts world, it means the status of the strongest few people. The Eastern Heretic, the Western Poison, the Southern Emperor, the Northern Beggar, and the Central Divine are all well-known.

These five are not the only top martial arts masters in the world. The old eunuch Guihua and Fang Yu, the leader of the Ming Cult, were also top masters. There may be others in other places, but these five are generally recognized as the strongest.

After Wang Chongyang's death, the Eastern Heretic was known as the greatest in the world. But today, who could have imagined that this title would change hands? The reactions of the people in the audience were varied.

Mo Ku had no idea that Wu Chengyu would make such a decision, but at this moment she was the least concerned person. The Northern Beggar was always hanging around in front of her, just a gluttonous old man. The title of the Five Greats was really lacking in mystery in her eyes, and she had long since become desensitized to it.

In Mo Ku's heart, Wu Chengyu was the best in the world, and he absolutely deserved the title of "Eastern Heretic".

As for Guo Jing beside her, he really lacked understanding of the level of the Five Greats of the World. On the contrary, he felt that his master was kind-hearted and only took away an empty title. In the end, he did not kill him, which was the greatest good.

The three children from Peach Blossom Island—Huang Rong, Lu Guanying, and Qu Yun—were still young and didn't understand what this title represented. In their minds, since their father/grandmaster stayed on the island all day and never went anywhere, what use was this title?

But Qu Lingfeng, Lu Chengfeng, and Feng Mofeng were pale-faced. In literature, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second place. Who in the martial arts world doesn't want to compete to see who is better?

For some, reputation is more important than life. In their eyes, Wu Chengyu's request is no less than killing someone without killing them, but destroying their spirit. They have always been proud to be disciples of the Eastern Heretic, but they never thought that one day their master would suffer such humiliation.

Huang Yaoshi, on the other hand, had a strange expression. He really hadn't expected that Wu Chengyu would take such a thing, and at first, he was also filled with indignation.

Wu Chengyu doesn't kill people, but he certainly wants to slap them in the face. If Huang Rong hadn't been right in front of him, he would have loved to fight Wu Chengyu to the death immediately.

But Huang Rong's concerned eyes, her panicked and tearful expression, and her desperate pleas to him just now made him suddenly lose the urge to attack.

He then gave a self-deprecating laugh. Just now, Wu Chengyu had accused him of seeking fame and fortune, but Huang Yaoshi hadn't taken it seriously, still considering himself indifferent to fame and fortune. But now that the other party wanted to take away his reputation, he suddenly felt a surge of anger.

Huang Yaoshi finally realized that he could not escape the pursuit of fame and fortune. If he had not wanted to be the best in the world, why would he have coveted the Nine Yin Manual? In the end, he would not have exhausted his beloved wife to death. He had something to gain, and in the end, he also lost something. In the end, he had only himself to blame.

Thinking of this, he shook his head slightly. What use was it to be the Eastern Heretic? He had long ago vowed to die on Peach Blossom Island and stay by his beloved wife's grave. Now, it was as if he had gotten rid of his own karma and felt a little less burdened.

However, this brat's words were really too nasty. Even without the Eastern Heretic, he was still the master of Peach Blossom Island, and Peach Blossom Island belonged to him. No one could take it away from him. But the name "widower of the East Sea" was truly malicious.

Thinking of this, Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but want to retort, but before he could speak, he heard a childish, old, and somewhat cynical laugh from the side: "Hahaha, I couldn't help but laugh out loud, Huang Yaoshi, I never thought you'd have this day."

"If you're not called Dongxie, then what should you be called? 'Master of Peach Blossom Island' is too ordinary, 'Widower of the East Sea' is too awful. This kid named Wu Chengyu isn't very kind with his name. If you ask me, from now on you should be called Huang Xiaoxie, Huang Wuxie, or Huang Gelongdongqiang. How about that? Sounds good, right?"

An old man ran up to Huang Yaoshi, jumping and laughing. He had a full head of white hair and a flowing white beard, but his face was as rosy as a baby's, without any signs of emaciation.

Those eyes were especially bright, darting around, with a mischievous and cunning look, yet exceptionally lively.

He was wearing a blue robe, which looked well-made, but he wore it very casually, covered in mud and grass clippings from who-knows-where, looking unkempt and slovenly.

Although he looks old, he is strong and energetic, and moves very nimbly, like a playful old monkey. His martial arts skills are extremely profound.

At this moment, the only one who could appear on Peach Blossom Island with such a dignified appearance could be the eccentric character from The Legend of the Condor Heroes, the Old Urchin Zhou Botong.

Huang Yaoshi's mind was gradually calming down, and he even gave the Old Urchin a rare glare, too lazy to pay attention to the guy, showing a kind of adult not to stoop to the level of a child.

In fact, when Wu Chengyu and Huang Yaoshi were competing in sonic power, they had already noticed that there was a person with extremely high martial arts skills hiding in the side watching. They both guessed that it was the Old Urchin, so neither of them exposed him. However, the Old Urchin couldn't hold back and jumped out on his own.

Huang Rong was overjoyed to see the Old Urchin, as her father had told her that the Old Urchin's martial arts skills were not much worse than her father's.

When Wu Chengyu said he wanted to take away the title of Eastern Heretic, she saw the anger in Huang Yaoshi's eyes and was worried that the two would fight again. When she saw the Old Urchin, she quickly grabbed him.

"Old rascal, I don't want Father and Cousin to keep fighting. Please stop them for me."

The old rascal rolled his eyes: "I don't care, I don't care. Such a duel between masters is rare in the martial arts world. I haven't seen enough yet. Old Master Huang, he's going to steal your title of Eastern Heretic. If I were you, I would fight him again."

Huang Rong got anxious and stomped her feet while scolding, "You old rascal, don't forget, it was I who pleaded with Father that allowed you to leave that cave and play freely on Peach Blossom Island."

"Also, your old clothes were tattered, and these clothes are from me. If you don't help me, take them off and go back to your cave. I'll never give you good food or wine again."

The old rascal quickly crossed his arms over his chest: "No, no, there are three girls here, how can you take off my clothes?"

"Don't worry, Huang Gelong and Dong Qiang have already admitted defeat, and this kid has no intention of killing. They won't be able to fight. It's a real pity."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Old Rascal used his lightness skill to instantly appear in front of Wu Chengyu: "Little kid, you are really amazing. At such a young age, your martial arts are better than Huang Yaoshi's. My senior brother wasn't this good when he was your age."

Although your fighting style was crude, each move was extremely skillful, and some of them were even unfathomable. How about I become your apprentice and you teach me?

As soon as he finished speaking, the old rascal was about to kneel down, as if Wu Chengyu would have to teach him martial arts if he kowtowed.

But as soon as his knees bent, he immediately felt several invisible bands wrap around him and pull him straight back up.

"This is so much fun! How about you teach me this?" he said, his strength rising and falling. The rising strength just barely managed to counteract Wu Chengyu's Soul-Guiding Silk, but then the power suddenly disappeared, completely negating the binding force of the Soul-Guiding Silk.

Wu Chengyu raised an eyebrow. Although the Soul-Guiding Silk had not been used at full strength, the Old Urchin's method of escaping was quite peculiar. His method of exerting force was completely opposite to that of ordinary martial arts. He used emptiness as clarity and emptiness to respond to reality, which contained the essence of Taoism.

Wu Chengyu's Soul-Guiding Silk transforms the illusory into the real, but this old fellow has managed to turn the real back into the illusory. With just this one move, the Old Urchin is already at the top level. If it weren't for his mental deficiency and being restrained by the Azure Sea Tide Melody, Huang Yaoshi might not have been able to trap him.

This fighting style should be the Seventy-Two Styles of Empty Fist that he created after being trapped on Peach Blossom Island, another set of martial arts masterpieces.

The old man was childish and a martial arts fanatic. He spent his life playing and practicing martial arts. Although his mindset was similar to that of Taoism, he never seriously studied the Taoist classics. He grasped their mysteries but not their methods. His Kongming Fist was soft yet resilient, extremely yin and supple, but unlike Tai Chi, which emphasizes both yin and yang, it was always a step behind.

However, Wu Chengyu had no desire to fight him at this moment, nor was he interested in teaching him martial arts.

“Old rascal, you are my senior, how can you become my disciple? Besides, I have a long history with the Quanzhen Sect, so it is not appropriate.”

“Yes, yes, you have connections with the Quanzhen Sect, so you must know those seven old Taoist priests. They are just my junior disciples, they can't control me. Why don't you take me as your disciple? Next time they see you, they can kowtow and call you grandmaster uncle. Wouldn't that be more fun?”

“I have a good relationship with the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, but this connection does not originate from me and them. The real connection lies in the Taoist temple behind Zhongnan Mountain, which is a small thatched hut with only the words “Taoist Temple” on its plaque.”

The old man's eyes widened instantly, and he involuntarily took two steps back, looking him up and down. His face turned pale and then red. Wu Chengyu immediately knew that he had guessed correctly.

The old Taoist priest Zhenxiang taught Wang Chongyang the Taoist scriptures of Quanxing, which enabled Wang Chongyang to establish the Xiantian Gong. As his junior brother, Zhenxiang was always by Wang Chongyang's side at the time, so it was impossible for him not to know about Zhenxiang's existence.

"You actually know that old monster Zhenxiang? He's still alive. No, that old Taoist priest is a Xiantian cultivator. I'm not dead yet, so he must still be alive."

What kind of relationship could you possibly have with him? Let me tell you, that old Taoist priest plays games with me, and every time he loses, he refuses to admit defeat and hits me really hard.

Zhenxiang plays the game of life, while the Old Rascal treats life as a game. When the two meet, the Old Rascal is bound to have suffered a loss at Zhenxiang's hands.

“In terms of social standing, I am from the same sect as him, so it is appropriate for me to call him my grandmaster. Now you know why I have a connection with the Quanzhen Sect.”

The old rascal shook his head repeatedly: "I won't learn anymore, I won't learn anymore. So you're also a Quanxing. My senior brother got the Daoist scriptures from the old monster Zhenxiang and created the Innate Skill. In the end, he killed himself by practicing it. All the people of Quanxing are evil. I dare not learn your skills."

Wu Chengyu understood. This old rascal really did know the true cause of his senior brother's death, but in the end, it was all a murky matter.

"My Quanxing martial arts are profound and extensive, but Senior Wang went down the wrong path. Fortunately, I have a more interesting martial art here, which is definitely the most fun martial art in the world, and it is also very powerful. Are you interested?"

The old rascal's expression became very hesitant. Wang Chongyang's death had left him with a shadow over the Quanxing Sect, but Wu Chengyu's words that the most fun thing in the world had piqued his interest again.

"This martial art is called the Limitless Profound Yin Skill. It's specifically for men. Those who practice this skill will gradually have fair and tender skin, increasingly delicate features, and a more graceful figure, eventually becoming an unparalleled beauty. If you, Old Urchin, were to practice it, you could become a top courtesan in a brothel. How about it, are you interested?"

As if his tail had been stepped on, the old rascal leaped three zhang away from Wu Chengyu and hurriedly waved his hands: "I won't practice, I'd rather die than practice. You Quanxing are just so evil. I'll stay far away from you from now on."

In my opinion, calling you "Eastern Heretic" is quite fitting. Even if Huang Yaoshi has a strange temper, he's not as eccentric as you Quanxing people.

Those around him were completely clueless about the term "Quanxing," except for Huang Yaoshi, a learned man who knew the story of Quanxing. Moreover, he had heard the Old Urchin mention that the True Xiang Old Monster was a Xiantian (innate) being.

At this moment, he thought he suddenly understood that Wu Chengyu's achievements today were due to the inheritance of the Quanxing Taoist sect, a Taoist sect that had flourished since the Spring and Autumn Period. Although it had been suppressed many times over the past thousand years, it was by no means to be underestimated.

There was even innate training, which gave him some understanding of the origins of Wu Chengyu's martial arts. He unconsciously filled in the gaps in his knowledge, making his logic self-consistent.

Huang Rong, however, couldn't help but be curious about her cousin. She grabbed the Old Urchin and asked, "Old Urchin, what is Quanxing?"

The old rascal shook his head, not daring to mention the Quanxing Sect again. Instead, his eyes darted around, and he suddenly jumped in front of Guo Jing.

"Little kid, I can tell you're a good child just by looking at you. Huang Yaoshi was only able to break the spell of the Azure Sea Tide Song because of the song you sang. Every time I hear that stupid kung fu, my blood goes backwards and I feel terrible."

"How about this, I'll become your apprentice, and you can teach me these songs. Then, whenever Huang Yaoshi plays the flute in front of me, I'll sing for him. Let's see how he can keep playing then."

Guo Jing immediately blushed. He knew that this old rascal was Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji's martial uncle, so how could he be his master?

“Senior, no, Master Ma Yu once taught me the Quanzhen Martial Arts and has been kind enough to pass on his skills to me. How can you become my disciple?”

The old rascal was displeased and suddenly became a little exasperated: "He is from Quanxing, and I dare not take him as my master. Are you also from Quanxing?"
Ma Yu has no say in my affairs. So, if you don't want to become my disciple, then let's become sworn brothers. You'll be my brother, and Ma Yu will be your elder. We'll each follow our own roles.

As soon as he finished speaking, he put his hand on Guo Jing's shoulder and used a clever trick to make Guo Jing lose his balance and kneel down. He himself also knelt down.

Just as A-Ku was about to intervene, Wu Chengyu stopped him with a look. Guo Jing's current martial arts skills were not comparable to those he had when he first arrived at Peach Blossom Island and met Zhou Botong in the original novel.

With the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, the Big Dipper Technique, and the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, even Zhou Botong would have to put in a lot of effort to defeat him. However, in terms of the skillful application of force, Guo Jing was far inferior to Zhou Botong.

Not to mention that the first volume of the Nine Yin Manual is still in Zhou Botong's hands. Guo Jing's Big Dipper Technique can only be completed with the Nine Yin Manual, so his brotherhood with Zhou Botong must not be disrupted, as this is related to Guo Jing's destiny.

Zhou Botong made Guo Jing kowtow three times before he stopped, and then he pestered Guo Jing to teach him to sing, especially the song "My Father's Father Calls Grandpa," which he considered his destiny song.

With Zhou Botong's interruption, the previously dull and awkward atmosphere was finally relieved. Huang Yaoshi adjusted his breathing for a moment, slightly suppressing his injuries, and then asked the guests to leave.

"Take the title of Eastern Heretic. I, Huang, have come to my senses and no longer care for such a mere title. Our grudges are settled. Take your men and this old rascal with you."

"If you ever wish to return to pay respects to your aunt, you may do so freely; there is no need for us to meet."

Wu Chengyu shrugged. This Huang Yaoshi was quite sensible. He walked up to Huang Rong and patted her head. Huang Rong was still angry with him and tried to dodge, but she couldn't avoid Wu Chengyu's palm.

"Rong'er, don't hate me. Someone has to stand up for your mother. My family can't be bullied without fighting back. If you need anything in the future, come to Wujiapo in Suzhou to find me."

If someone bullies you, I'll beat them up for you. If you try to bully others, I'll beat them up for you too. Your sister-in-law is the young leader of the Beggars' Sect. If you want to pass on a message, go to the Beggars' Sect. No matter how far away, your cousin will definitely stand up for you.

He then turned to the old rascal: "Old rascal, pack up and leave. You've been stuck on this island for so many years and you're still not tired of it? If you want to learn to sing, I'll naturally have Jing'er teach you."

(End of this chapter)