Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Chapter 248 Uncle Wu: "Fu'er...where did you get your martial arts skills from?!" (4k4)

As Uncle Wu spoke, he laboriously raised his head, his gaze passing through the iron fence and looking ahead.

Then he froze completely.

On that tired face, surprise, astonishment, and disbelief flashed by one after another, as if he had seen someone who should never be here.

"Fu'er?" Uncle Wu's eyes widened, his voice trembling with disbelief, "You—how did you get here?"

"Uncle Wu————"

Li Fucai opened his mouth and called out, but before he could say anything more.

Uncle Wu misunderstood something, and then suddenly turned his head to look angrily at Zhan Xiao, thinking that Li Fu had also been captured. As he struggled, the chains rattled.

"What you want to do, this child knows nothing about!"

If you dare use him to threaten me, I would rather die than utter a single word!

Zhan Xiao sighed with a complicated expression.

"Wu Zhizhong, you really did have an inappropriate soft heart."

When the Prince and we learned of your situation, we initially thought you were afraid of death and had fled with your child.

But your behavior after being captured was quite different. You remained loyal to your former master, which makes us wonder about the reasons behind it.

Now the matter has indeed been resolved —”

"Enough!" Uncle Wu said angrily. "Let Fu'er go. He doesn't know anything. If you have any questions, just come at me!"

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A bitter smile appeared on Zhan Xiao's face: "Let him go? I would like to let him go, but I'm afraid I don't have the ability."

His expression was strange as he spoke.

He looked at Uncle Wu as if he were seeing someone anxiously worried that a tiger would be bitten to death by a sheep.

"What do you mean?"

Wu Bo noticed Zhan Xiao's wry smile and was taken aback.

"Wu Zhizhong, you have really raised a good child."

Don't you know how capable this child you raised is? How much of a name has he made in the martial arts world?

"Zhan Xiao continued."

Wu Bo was stunned, turned his head, and looked at Li Fu with a puzzled expression.

The young man before him still vaguely resembled the boy from back then, but his calm and composed demeanor was completely different from the child he remembered who needed his protection.

"You, the child I've been so eager to protect, subdued me with just two moves."

Now you're worried I'll hurt him?

Wu Bo was stunned. He looked at Li Fu again, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Wu Zhizhong?

Wu Bo's name is not Wu Zhiyao.

Li Fu also had many questions, but he didn't say much. He walked towards the iron fence, pointed his right hand together, and an invisible sword of energy emerged from his fingertip. With a flash of cold light, it cut through iron like mud, and the iron fence, as thick as a child's arm, snapped in two.

He stepped into the cell, and with another swing of his sword, he severed the iron chains on Uncle Wu's wrists and ankles one by one.

The chains clattered and scattered on the ground. Wu Bo, now freed from his restraints, swayed and nearly lost his balance.

Li stepped forward and steadily supported him.

Uncle Wu looked down at the smooth, mirror-like broken iron railings and chains on the ground, then looked up at Li Fu. His lips moved several times before he finally spoke.

"Fu'er—where did you get all this martial arts skill from?"

His voice was filled with disbelief.

Li Fu said, "Uncle Wu, this is not the place to talk. Let's leave here first."

He helped Uncle Wu walk outside.

"Uncle Wu, how are you?" Li Fu supported Uncle Wu and felt his weakness and unsteady steps. A surge of emotion welled up in his heart.

He had been searching for Wu Bo for quite some time, from Yanzhou to Jiangnan, from the desert to Luzhou, tracing his way through countless places. Now, the man was finally standing before him.

"I—I'm fine." Uncle Wu was being helped by him, his steps still a little unsteady. As he walked, he looked Li Fu up and down, his gaze carrying an indescribable complexity, a mixture of relief, astonishment, confusion, and the wistfulness of an elder watching a junior grow up.

He opened his mouth, but it took him a while to speak. His voice was hoarse and weak: "Fu'er—you—you've grown so big."

Li Fu's heart warmed: "Uncle Wu, I've been looking for you for a long time."

Uncle Wu didn't speak, but looked at him a few more times. His lips moved slightly, as if he had many questions to ask, but he swallowed them back in the end. He smiled with relief and said, "You've changed a lot. Uncle Wu almost doesn't recognize you anymore, but that's a good thing."

He was referring to the invisible sword energy that Li Fu had just used to cut through iron like mud, the terrifyingly sharp sword energy that he could feel even from a distance.

Li Fu said, "Some things happened while you were away."

Uncle Wu's gaze was complicated as he said, "I can see it."

"I remember when I left, you didn't know any martial arts, you only knew a few rudimentary moves—now your skills are so advanced that I can't even understand them."

His voice betrayed an undisguised shock.

When he left, Li Fu was still a boy who knew nothing about martial arts. When he saw him again, the boy seemed to be able to gather his energy into a blade, as if it were a myth. He cut through the iron fence as easily as cutting rotten wood. The level of his martial arts was far beyond his understanding.

If everything weren't so real, he probably would have thought he was dreaming.

Li Fu said, "Uncle Wu, it's a long story."

"I'll take you away from here first."

Uncle Wu nodded. He was indeed extremely weak. He had been hanging in the dungeon for who knows how long, yet he was still able to stand. At this moment, he was only holding on by the will to see Li Fu.

Li Fu helped Wu Bo and turned to walk towards the dungeon entrance, preparing to leave.

As she passed Zhan Xiao, she paused slightly and glanced at him.

Zhan Xiao consciously raised his hands, took two steps back, and moved far away, smiling wryly.

"Rest assured, sir. Even with weapons in hand, I am no match for you, let alone now that I am unarmed."

I know what I'm doing; there's no need to worry that I'll seek my own death by launching a sneak attack.

Li Fu didn't look at him any longer, and helped Wu Bo through the iron gate to the dungeon exit.

When he entered with Zhan Xiao in his arms, the mechanical stone door at the dungeon entrance had already closed automatically.

The heavy, mechanical stone door in front of them was tightly closed, blending seamlessly into the surrounding rock walls.

Li Fu frowned slightly, but didn't pay much attention. He supported Wu Bo with one hand, and with his right hand, he casually unleashed a Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms strike.

A golden dragon-shaped burst of energy shot out from his palm, accompanied by a howling wind, and crashed into the stone door. With a muffled boom, the entire stone chamber trembled slightly, and dust fell in clumps.

Wu Bo watched as the golden dragon-shaped energy burst open, shaking the stone chamber. He was stunned, his eyes wide with astonishment, as he watched Li Fu's casual palm strike possess such astonishing power.

However, Li Fu's palm strike failed to break through the stone gate.

The stone skin on the surface of the stone gate was shattered, revealing a layer of cold, metallic color underneath.

The dungeon entrance appears to be a stone door, but it is actually an iron door, and it seems to be made of cold iron mixed with other materials.

Not only that, he slammed his palm on the door, causing the ground and the entire dungeon to shake.

Li Fu sensed something was wrong and quickly struck upwards with his palm. This time, the stone slab on the ceiling was also shattered, revealing the iron plate underneath.

He suddenly realized that the entire dungeon was like a huge iron box cast from wrought iron. He turned around and looked at the frost-covered blade, his killing intent overflowing.

Zhan Xiao stood a few steps away, instinctively taking two steps back in fright, and said, "I told you before that this is an underground iron prison, which is why it doesn't need many guards. It's because it's so secure that once you're in, it's hard to get out."

Li Fu did hear it at the time, but he didn't pay attention to it, thinking that the words "iron prison" were just a general description of a heavily guarded prison. He didn't expect it to be a real iron prison in the literal sense.

"The four walls, ceiling, and floor are all cast with cold iron, half a foot thick, making them difficult to damage with swords and blades. Even you, sir, probably won't be able to get out so easily."

"The Prince of Nankang is really generous. It seems he is afraid that someone can rescue me, Uncle Wu!"

The imperial court still treated the descendants of Emperor Taizu too favorably.

Cold iron is worth a fortune; ordinary people in the martial arts world would dream of finding even a piece to incorporate into their weapons. Yet he used so much cold iron to forge a prison cell!

Li Fu frowned, his gaze sharp as a knife as he looked at him: "Steward Zhan, tell them to open the door. I won't say it a second time."

Zhan Xiao shook his head, composed himself, and sat down cross-legged in the corner, looking as if he were at Li's mercy and disregarded life and death.

That's absolutely impossible.

Bringing you here has already betrayed the Prince's trust.

I will never take you out again. If some things are leaked and attract the attention of some people who start investigating, the lives of the Prince's entire family will be in danger.

"As I said before, your martial arts are far superior to mine, and I know I am no match for you. I won't humiliate myself further. If you want to take my head, then go ahead."

"You think I won't kill you just because you say that?!"

Li Fu snorted coldly, raised his sword finger, and the invisible sword energy trembled violently, ready to take his life.

Uncle Wu grabbed Li Fu's wrist and shook his head with a complicated expression.

"Never mind, Fu'er. This man is loyal and righteous, which is quite rare."

Killing him won't help us get out of here.

Li Fu glanced at Zhan Xiao, withdrew his sword, and looked back at the iron gate at the dungeon exit.

Just then, Li Fu's two palm strikes to the stone door and the top of his head alerted the people above, who then heard a series of chaotic footsteps and shouts.

Someone shouted, "There's something strange happening in the dungeon! Report to the Prince immediately!"

Li Fu struck out with palm after palm, trying to find out if there were any areas in the dungeon that weren't covered by cold iron, but there was no weak point at all.

"Fu'er, take a rest. Don't rush and waste your internal energy." Uncle Wu said with concern as he watched Li Fu unleash the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms without holding back his internal energy.

"I'm fine," Li Fu replied.

Seeing that Li Fu remained calm and composed even after unleashing so many powerful palm strikes, Uncle Wu couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement, astonished by the unimaginable depth of Li Fu's skill.

Before long, more footsteps, the sound of weapons being drawn, and the clanging of armor came from all directions.

A dignified male voice pierced through the metal plate and came through clearly: "What's going on?"

A guard then gave a brief report: Steward Zhan had taken a stranger to see the prisoner, and then some people tried to force open the mechanism to get out.

Upon hearing the voice, Zhan Xiao immediately shouted, "Your Highness, the child Wu Zhizhong took with him when he escaped years ago has been found! He's in the dungeon right now!"

On the ground, the Prince of Nankang stood in front of the artificial hill, surrounded by dozens of retainers and guards. He was about thirty or forty years old, nearing middle age, with a refined and noble appearance. His features bore a faint resemblance to the portrait of Emperor Taizu Song Yuanlang.

"What? How did he find his way here?"

But that's alright, great! Very good!

"Manager Zhan, quickly seize him!"

Upon hearing Zhan Xiao's shout, he was first taken aback, then his eyes suddenly lit up with joy, and he exclaimed, "It's like finding a needle in a haystack!"

He ordered his men to follow Wu Zhizhong's past trail in order to find the orphan he had taken with him when he ran away, so that he could use him to threaten Wu Zhizhong into talking. Now, the person had delivered himself to his doorstep. How could he not be happy?

Zhan Xiao spoke with a strange and bitter tone: "I'm afraid I can't do it. Your Highness, you probably can't imagine that the child is none other than Li Fu, the now infamous Celestial Immortal in the martial arts world."

"Who? Who do you think he is?"

After a long while, the Prince of Nankang's voice rang out again, but the surprise had vanished, replaced by disbelief and doubt, as if he had misheard.

He had certainly heard of the legendary celestial being Li Fu.

He was the most incredible and astonishing master to rise like a meteor in the martial arts world in recent years. He challenged the Fairy of the Immortal Capital with his sword, defeated the number one master of Tibet, and joined forces with the leader of Quanzhen Sect to rescue the entire Northern Daoist Sect. Not long ago, he also eliminated the notorious thief who had left the entire Jiangnan martial arts world helpless. Although he was young, his martial arts skills and reputation rivaled those of the legendary figures of the past.

But he just couldn't understand how the orphan who was taken away by Wu Zhizhong back then could be the same person as Li Fu, the famous celestial being who flew from the heavens.

"Li Fu, the celestial being who descended from the heavens? What? He's down in the dungeon?"

"How did he end up in the Prince's mansion?"

The group of guests surrounding the artificial hill were also shocked, exchanging bewildered glances, their expressions changing.

They had initially heard that someone had broken into the dungeon and been imprisoned, assuming it was a straw cage overturned and had caught a sparrow, and rushed over to capture the intruder. But now they suddenly learned that the straw cage had trapped a fierce tiger, and they were already standing next to the cage. How could they not panic?

Li Fu's voice, cold and clear, came from across the ground: "Prince of Nankang, let me out, and I can spare the lives of your entire household."

The voice wasn't loud, but each word was like a knife, carrying an undeniable killing intent, and it traveled clearly upwards.

Although the Prince of Nankang could not see what was happening in the dungeon, just by listening to the voice, he could almost see the figure of a master with a sharp and extraordinary aura standing in the dungeon, his gaze locked on him through the ground. Instantly, he felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet.

A person's name is like a tree's shadow. Why did the martial arts world change the name of Li Fu from "Heavenly Immortal" to "Heavenly Immortal"? It's because everyone in the martial arts world felt that his martial arts skills had become inhumanly high.

He snapped back to his senses and shouted sharply, "Press the switch! Quickly!"

Several guards standing by the artificial hill immediately pressed a hidden mechanism in the cracks of the rocks.

Immediately afterwards, in the dungeon, Li Fu saw large plumes of crimson smoke suddenly spewing out from the hidden holes in the four walls, quickly spreading outwards.

"Uncle Wu, be careful."

Li Fu pulled Wu Bo behind him and shielded him with his own body.

This iron cell is indeed extraordinary; it's not just made of cast iron, but also has hidden mechanisms.

The crimson smoke carried a faint, sweet, and fishy smell, spreading extremely quickly and filling the entire stone chamber in moments.

As the mist billowed in, Zhan Xiao made no attempt to dodge, for there was nowhere to hide in this iron cage.

He inhaled a lot of the red mist and soon became limp, leaning against the corner of the wall, too weak to even lift his hand.

"Muscle-relaxing powder?" Li Fu deliberately inhaled a little bit, his brows furrowing.

Indeed, Wu Bo is imprisoned in this iron cell. The Prince of Nankang wanted to get some secret out of Wu Bo, but he hasn't succeeded yet, so he certainly won't use poison.

This should be a kind of strange poison similar to a muscle-softening powder, which can make people's muscles and bones weak and unable to gather internal strength, making them vulnerable to being slaughtered, but not fatal.

However, this poisonous fog was far less potent than the Divine Elixir, and it had no effect on Li Fu. His true energy circulated within his body on its own, easily neutralizing the drug.

The dungeon was small, and the crimson mist filled the entire space in a short time. Wu Bo held his breath for a moment, but still couldn't hold on. He accidentally inhaled a little of it, and his body went limp, causing him to slump to the side.

"Uncle Wu————"

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