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Half a month later, at Songhelou.

As the largest restaurant outside Wuxi city, it should have been bustling with business, but there were hardly any people there at the moment, simply because two people upstairs were constantly drinking, and broken wine bowls were scattered all over the floor.

If Lu Ming were here, he would be astonished to find that the handsome, somewhat refined young man among them was none other than Duan Yu, one of the protagonists of Tian Long Ba Bu. Even without the Bei Ming Divine Skill and Lingbo Weibu, Duan Yu was still here.

Wang Yuyan, dressed in a light yellow outfit, slowly stepped inside. After traveling for half a month, enduring wind and rain and sleeping outdoors every day, she hadn't eaten much. Upon seeing Songhelou, she longed for a hearty meal.

Upon reaching the upper floor, he frowned as he looked at the shards of ceramic bowls scattered on the floor and the two people drinking heavily by the railing in the distance.

"Waiter, bring us a few of your signature dishes!"

However, she was starving and did not leave. Instead, she chose a seat furthest away from the two of them and called the waiter who was waiting in the distance to serve her food.

"A fairy goddess?!"

Duan Yu, who had just picked up the wine bowl, stood there dumbfounded, staring intently at Wang Yuyan, almost drooling.

"Brother, what's wrong?!"

After Qiao Feng finished drinking the wine in his bowl, he saw Duan Yu's appearance and followed his gaze.

"What a graceful and beautiful woman! I have never seen anything like her in my life. You must have taken a liking to her, brother."

At this moment, he still mistook Duan Yu for Murong Fu. Duan Yu's elegant demeanor and powerful internal energy had deceived him, and they closely resembled the descriptions of Murong Fu in the martial arts world.

"Yes! I always thought she didn't exist." Duan Yu nodded blankly.

"Qiao?!"

Now that Wang Yuyan's senses are sharp, she heard Qiao Feng say that self-designation clearly and immediately turned to look at the two people drinking, focusing her gaze on the burly man who was drinking heavily.

With just two glances, she was certain that the man before her was none other than the legendary Qiao Feng of the North, for such a robust man was extremely rare in the Central Plains martial arts world.

"May I ask if you are Chief Qiao of the Beggars' Sect?!"

"Yes! I don't know who you are?!"

Qiao Feng looked at the beautiful woman who came to greet him with some curiosity.

"Chief Qiao, my daughter's name is Wang Yuyan. Murong Fu of Gusu is my cousin. I came to Wuxi to find you and to clarify that my cousin definitely did not kill Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of the Beggars' Sect!"

"oh!……"

Qiao Feng glanced at Duan Yu beside him and realized he had mistaken someone for someone else. If the person beside him was really Murong Fu, then the person in front of him who claimed to be Murong Fu's cousin was definitely not him. But the person had only glanced at Duan Yu and was obviously not the "Southern Murong".

"Please speak freely, young lady!" He gestured with his hand.

"Chief Qiao, although the Murong Clan of Gusu's ultimate technique, 'Shifting Stars,' is said to be able to 'use the opponent's own methods against them,' this martial art is essentially a technique that uses the opponent's force against them, returning the opponent's attacking energy back to them. Therefore, those who die at the hands of the Murong Clan seem to die from their own martial arts..."

"Therefore, grappling techniques like the chokehold are difficult to redirect force back through techniques like 'shifting stars and stars.' So Murong Fu isn't the murderer; the murderer is someone else, perhaps even someone close to him!"

Before Wang Yuyan could finish speaking, Qiao Feng interrupted her. He was upright and honest, and after being reminded, he instantly understood what kind of martial art "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" was. He also understood that Ma Dayuan's broken throat was not due to a throat-locking grappling technique, but rather that someone had used a similar martial art to kill Ma Dayuan and frame Murong Fu, so that the two of them could fight each other and he could reap the benefits.

Recalling the Beggars' Sect coroner's statement during the autopsy that Ma Dayuan was killed without any resistance, it now seems highly likely that he was killed by someone close to him, not Murong Fu. Many of his doubts have now been completely resolved.

Some doubts disappeared, but more doubts arose: who could catch Ma Dayuan off guard, and how could they kill him with a throat-locking grappling technique?

"Master Qiao, you are wise! On my way to Wuxi, I was also thinking about how to kill Ma Dayuan with my signature move, the throat-locking grappling technique. After several days of thinking, I came up with a possibility: using the muscle-softening powder."

Wang Yuyan hadn't expected Qiao Feng to be so easy to talk to, so she quickly gave her answer, completely clearing Murong Fu of suspicion.

"If Vice Chief Ma had implanted the muscle-softening powder beforehand, then a slight exertion would be enough to crush his throat, indeed achieving the effect of a chokehold grappling technique. This explains my doubts!"

Qiao Feng nodded, finding the method highly feasible. Having understood this, he didn't linger, immediately rising to bow to Wang Yuyan and Duan Yu with clasped hands: "Miss Wang, and brother, I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now!"

After saying this, he left behind some loose silver, turned around and jumped down from the Songhe Tower, rushing straight towards the Apricot Grove. He disappeared in a few flashes.

"Finally, my cousin has been cleared of suspicion!"

After Qiao Feng left, Wang Yuyan patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

She was originally extremely confident in her cousin Murong Fu, but after staying at Leigu Mountain for a long time, she often heard Lu Ming say that Qiao Feng's reputation was earned by his own punches and palms, and that his strength was far superior to Murong Fu's.

This made her, who was originally very confident, somewhat insecure, so she chose to go down the mountain as soon as she heard about Murong Fu.

"Miss Wang, I am Duan Yu, the heir apparent of the Duan family of Dali. May I ask if we may make introductions?"

Duan Yu, who had been unable to contain himself any longer, immediately stepped forward to introduce himself after Wang Yuyan and Qiao Feng finished their conversation.

"Duan Yu, the heir of Dali?! ...Who is Duan Zhengchun to you?!"

Wang Yuyan swallowed hard and asked tentatively.

"It is indeed my father!"

Duan Yu clasped his hands in a fist and smiled.

"Yu Yan greets her brother!"

"elder brother?!"

"That's right! My mother's name is Li Qingluo. She was with Prince Duan for a period of time back then. When she remarried into the Wang family, she was already pregnant. So we should be considered half-siblings."

Wang Yuyan remained completely calm, but Duan Yu felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He slumped into a chair, staring blankly at the ceiling, his face filled with a look of utter despair.

Father! How many women do you have outside? Is every girl I meet who makes my heart flutter going to be my sister, even a fairy goddess?

"Then, little sister...where are you planning to go next?!" Duan Yu forced a smile, clinging to a last glimmer of hope.

"I...I'm going to go find my cousin next," Wang Yuyan said after thinking for a moment.

"Then I'll go with you!"

……

Thanks to Wang Yuyan's reminder, Qiao Feng quickly identified Kang Min and Bai Shijing after returning to the Beggars' Sect. However, due to his birth, his identity as a Khitan was exposed. Helpless, Qiao Feng had no choice but to return the Green Jade Staff, relinquish his position as the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and leave.

Afterwards, rumors spread throughout the martial arts world that Qiao Feng had killed his adoptive parents, Qiao Sanhuai, and his master, Master Xuanku, and began to be hunted down by people in the martial arts world.