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Chapter 13 Killing Xing Yuhui

Hua Yong finished his tea, slammed the teacup heavily on the table, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Although your martial arts are superior to yours, I have a mission from my master to complete. If I fail, I will have no face to return. I have no choice but to fight you."

He was about to get up when Yue Feng pressed him down with one hand. Hua Yong felt Yue Feng's true energy was as vast as a mountain and as deep as the sea, suppressing him so much that he couldn't move at all, and his heart grew colder and colder.

Yue Feng smiled slightly and slowly released his grip.

"What the Southern Shaolin Temple wants is nothing more than an explanation? I can provide that explanation, and I can also rewrite that Golden Bell Shield manual from memory and present it to your esteemed temple. You may dispose of it as you wish, how about that?"

Hua Yong was surprised that Yue Feng had suddenly become so agreeable. He looked at Yue Feng suspiciously with his bull-like eyes, and after a long while, he said, "Then how do you explain stealing the manual? What exactly are you trying to do?"

Yue Feng then told Hua Yong about the Qingcheng Sect's plot in Fujian. Hua Yong was skeptical, wanting to disbelieve it, but what Yue Feng said matched the various reports the Southern Shaolin Temple had received. He pondered for a moment, then asked:

"So you're opposing Wangfu Temple just to eliminate a major ally of the Qingcheng Sect?"

Yue Feng's expression suddenly turned cold.

"Wangfu Temple? That's another story. If you don't mind offending your ears, I'll tell you about it properly."

A moment later, Hua Yong stood up angrily, pointed at Yue Feng's nose and cursed, "Nonsense! Although Wangfu Temple is not as powerful as my Southern Shaolin Temple in the martial arts world, it is still a legitimate lineage of Buddhism. How can you be allowed to spout such nonsense here!"

Yue Feng sneered, "I knew you wouldn't believe me. It's alright, I'll have guests coming soon, so just sit quietly in the room and listen."

Hua Yong frowned, wondering what Yue Feng meant. After a while, he heard a familiar sound of footsteps coming from a great distance, seemingly from a high-ranking monk at Wangfu Temple.

A chill ran down his spine as he thought, "I only found this kid's location because of my senior's connections. How could Wangfu Temple have found him so quickly as well?"

After a long while, the footsteps drew closer, and he realized there was another person. This person was walking alongside the one who appeared to be a high-ranking monk from Wangfu Temple, but it took him quite a while to reveal his presence. Clearly, his lightness skill was even greater than that of the monk.

He was shocked and couldn't help but look at Yue Feng, thinking, "This boy's internal strength is so profound; he heard the commotion much earlier than me!"

Yue Feng seemed to have heard his thoughts. He glanced at him indifferently, got up and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Outside the courtyard gate, an old monk and a middle-aged man dressed in a tight-fitting outfit arrived together. Upon reaching the gate, the two exchanged a glance, and the middle-aged man said in a low voice, "Master, I'm afraid I'll make a fool of myself." The old monk smiled and said, "I was just looking forward to witnessing the brilliance of the Six Doors."

The middle-aged man nodded, reached out and gently placed his hand on the door panel, intending to use his internal energy to break the latch, but to his surprise, the door didn't have a latch at all, and it opened with a push.

The courtyard gate opened, revealing a small low table in the yard. A handsome young man was sitting at the table, sipping tea one sip after another, without even glancing at them.

The old monk walked into the courtyard and solemnly said, "Young Master Yue, as the son of 'Gentleman Sword' Master Yue, you are truly a rising star in the martial arts world. How could you have made such a mistake that you killed many disciples of this temple and the Qingcheng Sect?"

"This Constable Xing Yuhui is a renowned constable from the local Six Doors. If you don't give us an explanation for this matter, we'll have no choice but to hand it over to him to handle in an official capacity."

"Then who should I turn to for answers regarding what happened at the Wangfu Temple annex, and what those ordinary women from humble backgrounds went through?"

As Yue Feng spoke, he stood up and slowly walked to the old monk and Xing Yuhui.

The old monk chuckled and said:

"Young Master Yue, you may not know this, but the Chan practice in our temple is different from others. Those women came voluntarily, wanting to cultivate the profound path with our disciples and ascend to paradise together. What's wrong with that? On the contrary, you killed indiscriminately without distinguishing right from wrong. What right do you have to question me here?"

Yue Feng nodded and sighed.

"Fine, I'll do whatever you want with me, but you have to tell me, where did Deng Jun go?"

Xing Yuhui said coldly, "I have captured him and thrown him into prison. I'm just waiting for you to go and reunite with him."

Yue Feng clasped his hands together and stretched them out towards Xing Yuhui.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?"

"Wait a minute!"

Just then, a thunderous roar was heard, followed by a loud bang. The door was kicked open, and Hua Yong's burly body was moved into the courtyard like an iron tower.

"Guangzhi, you beast!"

Hua Yong roared and charged at Guangzhi, his palm cleaving down like a giant axe towards his head. Guangzhi dodged, retaliating with his own palm strike, saying, "Master Hua Yong, what is the meaning of this? Our temple and your temple have always been on good terms, and we have never provoked you!"

Hua Yong's face turned ashen; he didn't want to say another word, only wanting to kill this Buddhist scoundrel as soon as possible. However, Guangzhi's martial arts skills were far superior to his own, and the two fought fiercely for dozens of rounds without a clear victor.

Yue Feng and Xing Yuhui watched the fight from the sidelines. Xing Yuhui thought to himself, "As the saying goes, 'Youth has the upper hand in boxing.' If this continues, Guangzhi won't gain the upper hand. I should take down this kid surnamed Yue first, and everything will be easier afterward."

The thought struck him, and his hand went to the hilt of his sword. Turning to look at Yue Feng, he found Yue Feng also watching him with a half-smile. His heart skipped a beat, and he wondered, "Did this kid discover I was about to make a move, or was it just a coincidence? Hmm, it must be a coincidence. How much cultivation could someone his age possibly have?"

Seeing that Guangzhi was gradually losing ground, Xing Yuhui no longer hesitated and drew his sword. A flash of light appeared, then abruptly stopped. Although the blade struck Yue Feng, it couldn't penetrate any further, only tearing Yue Feng's clothes.

Xing Yuhui's eyes widened, but his pupils involuntarily constricted. He sheathed his sword and retreated, shouting, "The Indestructible Vajra Body Divine Skill! I never imagined that the young master of the Huashan Sect was actually a high-ranking disciple of the Northern Shaolin! I must report this matter to the Chief Constable. Please excuse me!"

As he spoke, he did a somersault and leaped over the courtyard wall. Yue Feng then unleashed his newly mastered Cloud Platform Flying Technique, tapping his toes on the ground and the wall twice, and was already ahead of Xing Yuhui.

Xing Yuhui was shocked and never expected that his most prized skill, lightness of body, would be so easily overwhelmed by this young man. He stammered, "You, you, what do you want to do? I am a constable from the Six Doors, how dare you kill me..."

Yue Feng said, "Answer a few questions for me, and I'll let you go."

Xing Yuhui breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Go ahead and ask!"

Yue Feng asked, "What did you do to Deng Jun? How did you find me? And who else knows my identity?"

Xing Yuhui said, "Deng Jun was seriously injured by us, but he's not crippled. We in the Six Doors have our own intelligence sources, and finding someone on our own turf isn't difficult. As for your identity... currently only I, the Chief Constable, and the monks of Wangfu Temple know it."

Yue Feng sized up Xing Yuhui, making sure he wasn't lying, and then slit his throat with a knife.

He approached Xing Yuhui and said earnestly, "I only said I'd let you go, not where you'd go. You're an official, yet you've colluded with a bunch of lewd monks, acting as their protector. If you don't die, who will?"

Xing Yuhui's eyes quickly lost all their luster, and with a gentle push from Yue Feng, Xing Yuhui's body crashed to the ground.

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