Be a proper Taoist priest in The Condor Heroes

Chapter 76 Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison

The crowd below the stage was initially stunned, whispering among themselves and craning their necks to look, pointing and gesturing at Liu Jingyuan, whose face was completely unrecognizable on the stage, full of doubt and confusion.

"Who is this disfigured man? Why did he suddenly rush onto the stage and fight with Miss Chai?"

"Judging by his tattered clothes, he's probably some madman seeking revenge, isn't he?"

"How did Miss Chai manage to attract such a desperate criminal by holding a contest to find a husband?"

Amid the clamor of discussion, an old neighbor who often sat at the street corner tea stall suddenly widened his eyes, staring at Liu Jingyuan's familiar figure. Startled, he slapped his thigh and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"It's him! It's Liu Jingyuan, the young master of the Liu family!"

That shout instantly drew everyone's attention. The old neighbors stamped their feet in exasperation and began to recount the whole story.

"This young master Liu is completely devoted to Chai Xiu! Chai Xiu was originally the daughter of a storyteller, penniless. Young master Liu fell in love with her at first sight. In the past five years, he has given her houses and gold and silver. I heard that he even spent all his family's savings to visit martial arts masters all over the country to teach her martial arts and find martial arts manuals for her. He cherishes her like the apple of his eye!"

"According to what Young Master Liu said, this woman colluded with wicked bandits to slaughter the entire Liu family overnight, all for that secret manual! Young Master Liu was disfigured and barely escaped with his life. I never expected that this vicious woman would have the audacity to hold a contest to find a husband here!"

The truth exploded like a thunderbolt, and the audience erupted in uproar. The spectator's interest vanished, replaced by overwhelming rage.

"My God! How could a woman be so heartless!"

"Young Master Liu treated her with the utmost kindness, and not only did she not repay that kindness, she even slaughtered his entire family. She's utterly heartless!"

"You ungrateful wretch! You vicious, heartless woman, worse than a pig or a dog!"

"I used to think she was quite skilled, but it turns out she climbed up the ladder by stepping on the blood and tears of her benefactors!"

"Damn it! This kind of wicked woman deserves divine retribution!"

Angri shouts rose and fell, one wave higher than the next. Some angry women grabbed vegetable leaves and fruit pits and threw them at Chai Xiu on the stage. The young men clenched their fists, wishing they could rush onto the stage to vent their anger for Liu Jingyuan. The crowd below the stage was indignant, and the shouts were deafening.

Ouyang Feng was simply weaving through the crowd, as if searching for someone, when the discussions around him seemed to stir up some memories, and his previously muddled mind suddenly came to mind.

Looking at the center of the crowd's discussion, namely Liu Jingyuan on the arena, he gradually recognized a figure from his memory.

"Ke'er? My Ke'er."

Su Yan stood outside the crowd and saw that Ouyang Feng, who seemed to be having a fit of madness, was crying with his head in his hands.

When Chai Xiu's guards, who were positioned behind the stage, saw what was happening on the stage, they rushed onto the stage to help. However, in front of Liu Jingyuan, who was in a berserk state and determined to die, they were all killed in just a few moves, and blood splattered all over the stage.

Just then, a series of rapid, drum-like footsteps suddenly sounded from below the arena, approaching from afar and carrying a chilling, murderous aura.

The constables and soldiers of Gucheng County Government, fully armed and carrying gleaming swords and spears and iron rulers at their waists, rushed forward, escorting their leader. The clashing of armor plates and the stomping of boots instantly surrounded the entire arena. Bows were strung and swords were drawn, the chilling glint of the weapons making one's eyes tremble.

The lead constable glared angrily, pointing an iron ruler at Liu Jingyuan on the stage, and shouted at him with all his might, his voice drowning out the angry curses from below.

"You audacious madman! How dare you commit armed violence and indiscriminate killing in broad daylight, in the middle of the city! Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately, or don't blame us for being impolite!"

Dozens of officers and soldiers shouted in unison, their weapons clashing with a resounding clang, creating a terrifying atmosphere that seemed to freeze the surrounding air with their official authority.

But Liu Jingyuan kept his eyes downcast, watching Chai Xiu lying on the ground, trembling, ignoring the shouts and fighting around him. He held the blood-stained black longsword, its tip hanging low, and drops of crimson blood dripped down the blade and landed on the wooden planks of the arena, spreading out in bright red spots.

His steps were steady and slow, each step as if he were stepping on his own life force. The backlash from the Blood Burning Secret Technique had already eroded his meridians, and his whole body was in excruciating pain as if a thousand ants were gnawing at his heart. Yet his eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool, with only the relief of revenge remaining.

Chai Xiu was terrified as the long sword approached step by step. Her lips trembled as she tried to beg for mercy, but due to her severe injuries, she could not utter a complete sentence and could only let out weak sobs. Her eyes were filled with extreme fear and regret.

Without pausing or showing any pity, Liu Jingyuan walked up to Chai Xiu and suddenly exerted force with his wrist, slashing the long sword down from the air.

"Swish"

A flash of cold light, a clean and crisp slash of the blade, and Chai Xiu's head rolled off, blood gushing out and splattering onto the wooden planks of the arena, a horrifying sight.

After doing all this, Liu Jingyuan's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and the surge of qi and blood around his body rapidly dissipated. The crimson of burning blood faded from his skin, leaving only a deathly pale white.

He slowly raised his head, looked at the gray clouds on the horizon, and with the last bit of strength in his body, he let out a deep, soft sigh, his voice both sorrowful and relieved, piercing through the noise of the arena.

"Father! Mother! Your son has avenged you! I'm coming to join you!"

As the shout faded, he had no more regrets. He flipped his wrist, held the blood-stained long knife across his neck, and with a sharp twist of his fingertips, he was about to end his life, go to the underworld, and reunite with his family.

"stop!"

A hoarse and insane shout, like a thunderclap, suddenly shattered the deathly silence and chaos of the scene.

Before anyone could see who it was, a disheveled, ragged figure swept across the arena like a ghost, lightly touching the railing with his toes before landing gracefully on the stage. It was none other than Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison.

His beard and hair were tangled like weeds, his face was sallow but his eyes were blazing with a sharp light, and the sinister internal force emanating from his body made the surrounding air stagnate, making it difficult for ordinary soldiers to even get close.

Before Liu Jingyuan, who was on the verge of exhaustion, could react in the slightest, Ouyang Feng's fingertips shot out with lightning speed, precisely striking the sleeping acupoint on the side of his neck.

With a slight release of internal energy from his fingertips, Liu Jingyuan's tense body suddenly went limp in an instant, all his strength dissipated, his eyes closed, and he completely lost consciousness, falling straight to the ground.

Ouyang Feng quickly reached out and firmly embraced him, casually pulling him close to his waist. His movements were natural and protective, a display of the madness of recognizing a relative in the midst of his madness. He looked down at the unconscious Liu Jingyuan in his arms, a grin spreading across his face as he mumbled incoherently, his tone surprisingly gentle.

"Son, don't be afraid, Father will take you away. No one can hurt my son—"

The officers and constables below the stage were shocked by what they saw and immediately rushed onto the stage with their swords and spears, shouting to stop them.

"Don't you dare escape, you madman! Leave the criminal here!"

Dozens of weapons were pointed at Ouyang Feng, their cold light chilling. But Ouyang Feng didn't even lift his eyelids. With a slight tremor of his inner force, a violent burst of dark energy suddenly erupted. The soldiers at the forefront were instantly sent flying backward, crashing to the ground and crying out in pain.

Without further hesitation, he slammed his toes on the wooden planks of the arena, and his figure shot out of the arena like an arrow. He used his lightness skill to step on the heads of the people and the corners of the eaves, his figure as elusive as a ghost, and he swiftly shuttled through the streets and alleys.

In just a few breaths, they passed through the scattered houses and disappeared at the end of the winding alley, leaving only a wisp of crazy laughter that gradually dissipated in the air.

Su Yan, who had witnessed the entire event from below the stage, immediately stopped hesitating, grabbed Su Ye tightly with his left hand, and said in a deep voice.

"Let's give chase!"

Before he finished speaking, Su Yan had already activated his inner strength, and with Su Ye, he used the Quanzhen Lightness Skill to transform into two wisps of smoke, quickly chasing after Ouyang Feng in the direction he had left, passing through the noisy crowd, and heading straight into the depths of the secluded streets and alleys.

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