The Destiny Villain Starting from Battle Through the Heavens

Especially Yun Zhonghe and Ye Erniang, these two guys have harmed countless innocent women and babies, and have countless enemies in the martial arts world.

Therefore, once the news of Nalan Sheng killing the Four Evils spread, he would certainly gain the favor and goodwill of many people in the martial arts world.

And now that Nalan Sheng is the Prince Consort of Dali, the more renowned his name becomes, the more renowned the Dali royal family will naturally become.

Thanks to Duan Zhengchun and his associates' deliberate promotion, Nalan Sheng's name had already spread throughout the Dali Kingdom and was rapidly spreading to neighboring countries.

Qiao Feng was, after all, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and his information channels were exceptionally well-connected, so he had long heard of Nalan Sheng's great name.

"The Four Evils have committed numerous atrocities and are a major scourge on the martial arts world. It is truly gratifying that Young Master Nalan was able to eliminate them."

Upon learning that Nalan Sheng was not Murong Fu, but rather a hero of the martial world who had eliminated the Four Evils, Qiao Feng couldn't help but stand up and say, "On behalf of all my fellow martial artists, I, Qiao Feng, would like to offer a toast to Young Master Nalan!"

After saying this, Qiao Feng downed the wine in his bowl in one gulp, displaying great chivalry.

"Chief Qiao, you flatter me. I merely happened to encounter the Four Evils and took care of them while I was at it!"

Nalan Sheng waved his hand and said, "But Chief Qiao, you are different. Over the years, you have taken the initiative to lead the Beggars' Clan to resist foreign enemies. You are a role model for us. I should be the one to pay tribute to you."

As Nalan Sheng spoke, he poured himself a bowl of fine wine and drank it all in one gulp.

"Young Master Nalan is so generous! I, Qiao, will offer you another bowl!"

"Chief Qiao, I should be the one offering you another bowl..."

Just as Nalan Sheng and Qiao Feng were exchanging pleasantries, two more men who looked like beggars went up to the second floor.

"Chief Qi, you have five ideas to break into the Righteousness Branch, and your skills are quite remarkable."

The leading man bowed to Qiao Feng and said, "Chief Jiang was afraid that he couldn't hold them off, so he specially ordered his subordinate to invite the Chief to return and take charge of the situation."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng frowned slightly and asked, "Who are these people?"

"Three of them are women, and two are men."

The leading man truthfully said, "The three women are nothing special, but the two men, one has a foul mouth, spewing profanities, and the other likes to fight, currently sparring with Chief Jiang and the others."

"Okay, I understand."

Qiao Feng nodded slightly, then turned to Nalan Sheng and said, "Young Master Nalan, I have some urgent business to attend to today. How about we have a good drink another day?"

"That's excellent."

Nalan Sheng smiled and said, "My two ladies and I have just finished eating and would like to take a walk to digest our food. Would you mind if we joined you in the fun?"

"If Young Master Nalan is willing to accompany us, that would be wonderful. Please!"

Led by Qiao Feng, the group left the city and headed south, eventually arriving at an apricot grove.

In the open space in the middle of the apricot grove, two men in their thirties were fighting with two elderly men who looked like beggars.

Although those four were not weak, they were only about the same strength as Yun Zhonghe.

In Nalan Sheng's eyes, their battle was nothing more than a fight between two weaklings.

Therefore, Nalan Sheng only glanced at them before turning his gaze away expressionlessly.

"Brother Sheng, look over there!"

Just as Zhong Ling was looking around curiously, she suddenly seemed to have discovered something incredible. Her big, watery eyes widened suddenly, and she tugged at Nalan Sheng's arm, pointing to the three beautiful figures in the corner and saying, "It's the woman in the portrait."

Nalan Sheng looked in the direction Zhong Ling was pointing and saw Wang Yuyan in a white dress, whose appearance was very similar to Li Qiushui.

Behind Wang Yuyan were two beautiful maids, presumably Azhu and Abi.

Mu Wanqing also noticed Wang Yuyan's presence and couldn't help but reveal a somewhat strange expression: "Holy Lord, could that woman be the owner of the portrait of the Northern Darkness Divine Art?"

After all, Mu Wanqing had looked at Li Qiushui's portrait many times in order to cultivate the Beiming Divine Art, so it felt a bit strange to suddenly see Wang Yuyan who looked so much like Li Qiushui.

If I had to describe it in one sentence, it would be that I almost didn't recognize this woman after she put on her clothes.

"How is that possible?"

Nalan Sheng shook his head and said, "The owner of the portrait of the Northern Darkness Divine Art is at least seventy or eighty years old, while this woman looks only seventeen or eighteen years old. She should be that person's granddaughter or great-granddaughter."

Wang Yuyan seemed to sense Nalan Sheng and the others' gazes, and suddenly turned her head to look in the direction where the three of them were.

Facing the gazes cast upon her by Nalan Sheng and the others, Wang Yuyan felt a chill run down her spine for no apparent reason, as if they could see right through her clothes.

"what!"

Before Wang Yuyan could figure out what was going on, a scream suddenly rang out, drawing everyone's attention.

The small, ugly-looking Feng Bo'e was swinging his right hand violently, with a colorful scorpion stuck to the back of his hand.

"Snapped!"

Seeing that he couldn't shake off the scorpion, Feng Bo'e drew his sword from its sheath and smashed it into a pulp.

Feng Bo'e knew very well that the poison used by the Beggar Clan elder was no ordinary substance, so he dared not continue fighting him. He leaped back several feet and took out an antidote pill, which he swallowed.

Seeing this, the long-armed old man who was fighting Feng Bo'e did not pursue him. Instead, he revealed a somewhat amused sneer.

Worried about Feng Bo'e's safety, Bao Butong quickly forced back the Beggar Clan elders who were fighting him, then jumped to Feng Bo'e's side, his face full of concern, and asked, "Fourth Brother, are you alright?"

"I didn't..."

Feng Bo had only spoken halfway through his harsh words when the muscles in his face suddenly twitched, and his body collapsed uncontrollably.

"Fourth brother, what's wrong?"

"Uh...uh..."

Feng Bo'e instinctively tried to reply, but couldn't utter a word, only managing a series of unpleasant, hoarse sounds.

"You old bastard, give me back my fourth brother's life!!!"

Upon seeing how potent the scorpion's venom was, Bao Butong realized that Feng Bo'e was likely doomed. He couldn't help but let out a roar and lunged at the long-armed old man.

"Bao Butong, your opponent is me. If you want the antidote, you must get past me first."

Upon seeing this, the Beggar Clan elder who was fighting Bao immediately raised his steel staff and engaged him in battle.

"Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother..."

Seeing that Bao Butong was stopped by the Beggars' Sect elders, and Feng Bo'e had collapsed to the ground, seemingly on the verge of death, A'Zhu and the others couldn't help but have tears in their eyes, revealing a pitiful and sorrowful expression.

"Don't be sad, ladies. I have a holy antidote that can cure all poisons. It should be able to cure the scorpion venom this person has been poisoned by."

Just when A'Zhu and the others thought that Feng Bo'e was doomed to die, Nalan Sheng suddenly led two women to them.