Chapter 24: The Fake Master

  Meng Chaoren tightly grasped the rope, and suddenly his hand felt light, the force transmitted through the rope disappeared without a trace, and he was greatly shocked.

  He tried to pull it, and the rope suddenly came back a section, scaring him so much that he hastily stopped, never daring to pull again.

  Yang Yue ran over with a body full of water and shouted as soon as he saw him: "Third brother! Have you seen my third brother Yang Yun?"

  The sky was dark, and except for Meng Chao and the red-clothed girl, no one else saw Yang Yun jump into the water to rescue someone.

  The girl in red pointed to the rope and the clothes Yang Yun left behind, Yang Yue's face changed greatly, just wanting to say something, Meng Chao suddenly shouted: "The rope is moving!"

  The rope shook three times in a row. The three people didn't hesitate any longer and quickly joined forces to pull back the cable.

  All three of them had martial arts skills, with the red-clothed girl being the most skilled. Meng Chao's external skills were very solid, and Yang Yue was an experienced sailor. The three of them worked together, and the rope was pulled back as if it were flying.

  Yang Yun dragged Chen Hu onto the deck, where several people pulled them up. They sat down on the deck, panting heavily with their mouths open like a bellows. Their spirits and bodies relaxed slightly, but they still felt shaken by the close call, especially that one jump attack - if the length of the rope had been miscalculated by even half an inch, it would have landed directly in the jaws of the shark.

  Luckily there was Shi Hai, otherwise relying solely on Yang Yun's brain, with the strong wind and huge waves, and the boat constantly moving, it would have been impossible to calculate.

  Seeing Yang Yun's half-body soaked in blood, Yang Yue's heart tightened, "Third brother - are you injured?"

  "No, it's this thing that's been dyed." With a flick of his sleeve, a dorsal fin of a shark fell off.

  Yang Yue patted Yang Yun's body up and down a few times to make sure he was not injured, only then did she put her mind at ease, and hurriedly went to see Chen Hu again.

  Chen Hu's calf was bitten through with several blood holes, fortunately without hurting the tendons and bones, but he fainted due to excessive blood loss.

  "There's medicine here." The red-clothed girl handed Yang Yue a pill.

  "How is it used?" Yang Yue asked in a low voice.

  "One half was crushed and sprinkled on the wound, while the other half was taken internally."

  Yang Yue found it a bit strange. In the Jianghu, external application usually uses Jin Chuang San, and internal administration uses Huo Xue Wan and the like. Never heard of using half and half medicine before.

  At this time, there was no leisure to ask more questions, so he applied the medicine according to the law. Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished applying it externally, the remaining half of the pill was stuffed into Chen Hu's mouth, and he woke up immediately. When he looked again, the bleeding on his leg had stopped, and the muscles at the wound site had contracted, leaving only a few inconspicuous marks.

  "Good medicine!" Yang Yue and Meng Chao exclaimed.

  Yang Yun curled her lip, it was just a minor injury with a little blood loss, yet she had used the Revival Dan. It was simply a waste of heaven's gift. However, this once again confirmed her guess that this wild girl must have come from a cultivation sect. The Revival Dan was a treasure for the people in the martial arts world and would never be used so carelessly. Only a cultivation sect would have the audacity to use the Revival Dan as an ordinary wound medicine.

  "Hey - what did you bring this disgusting thing up here for?" The red-clothed girl pointed at the shark's dorsal fin and asked curiously.

  "Heh heh, you really want to know?"

  Yes indeed

  "It's for" Yang Yun drew out his voice and said: "Food――"

  "What!?! You risked your life to bring this thing back, just to eat it?" The red-clothed girl stared at Yang Yun with wide eyes, as if she was staring at a monster.

  "This thing is called fish fin, very nourishing." Yang Yun said with a grin, enunciating each word.

  Because of saving people, the good image that had just been established in the heart of the red-clothed girl suddenly collapsed. The red-clothed girl saw Yang Yun staring at the fish fin, laughing with her teeth exposed, and couldn't bear it anymore. She flew to one side, still cursing in her belly, "What kind of person is this! Greedy ghost, drunkard, lazy bum! Simply a rotten person! Looking at his smile, his teeth are quite white, but they're wasted on him."

  The girl in red didn't know that Yang Yun's gritted teeth and clenched jaw weren't a smile, but rather a painful bleeding.

  "Damn you, Baozi-stealing shark! I've been saving up my spiritual energy for so long, and now you're going to devour it all in one go? I'll eat you, you dead thing! Let's see how much you can replenish me!"

  The Changfu lost its wind sail and could only drift with the waves, being tossed about by the storm and sea waves, without knowing the direction. Fortunately, it seemed that the bad luck had passed, and the sea dragon rolled over the edge.

  Gone, otherwise it would be swept into the center of the storm, and even if Changfeng was ten times more solid, it couldn't withstand it.

  After a whole night of turmoil, the wind finally subsided, and a fiery red sun rose from the eastern sea, with countless golden rays rippling on the waves, giving everyone a sense of escaping death.

  Chen Hu came to thank Yang Yun for saving his life. He was about the same age as Yang Yue, but he called Yang Yue "Yue Ge" and Yang Yue called him "Hu Zi".

  "If it weren't for Yun Di today, I would have ended up in the jaws of the sharks." Chen Hu said with a lingering fear.

  It's already unbelievable to rescue people from the angry sea, and it's even more incredible to snatch them back from the jaws of a shark, with bloody fish fins placed on the deck, making Yang Yue unable to believe.

  "Third brother, when did you learn this?" Yang Yue couldn't help but ask.

  Yang Yun had already thought of an excuse. "It was just a year ago, I met an immortal on Mount Xiaoyue and he took me as his registered disciple, teaching me several skills."

  "Is it really a fairy?" Yang Yue and Chen Hu both opened their mouths wide and asked foolishly.

  "My master can fly, are you saying he's a god?"

  "Ah!" The jaws of both people almost fell onto the deck, Meng Chao also looked stunned.

  Only the red-clothed girl secretly disdained, "A country bumpkin, just because he can fly and is considered a god? Then my master, father, and uncle aren't all gods too? At least I'm a disciple of a cultivator, but his vision is so poor that it's embarrassing to talk about. I reckon his master is probably just an ordinary loose cultivator at the foundation-building stage."

  "Really is there an immortal?" Chen Hu asked tremblingly.

  "You ask her, if she couldn't fly, how did she get on the boat?" Yang Yun pointed at the red-clothed girl and said.

  The girl in red snorted softly and turned her head away, but didn't refute it either, which was tantamount to admitting it.

  Several people had already suspected the origin of the red-clothed girl, and looking at Chen Hu's injured leg, the effects of half a night's work had already been collected, leaving only a few shallow marks. Except for the legendary immortal family's spiritual medicine, where else could there be such an effect? Unconsciously, they believed it eight or nine parts out of ten.

  Yang Yue suddenly remembered something, "That... that cultivation method you gave me?" Yang Yun had given him the 'Dance of the Sea' technique, which he hadn't taken very seriously at first, but now he was suspicious about its origins.

  "You guessed it? It was actually passed down by my master."

  Yang Yue was overjoyed and saw stars in his eyes, as if he had been hit by a large golden brick falling from the sky. The secret recipe passed down by the immortal!

  Yang Yun said with a glance at Chen Hu's envious face: "Third brother, teach the kung fu to Brother Hu as well."

  "Alright—" patted Chen Hu's shoulder, "Tiger, follow me and practice hard, we brothers will have a chance to rise one day."

  Chen Hu Zhang was overjoyed, but his voice was choked with excitement and he couldn't make a sound. It's true that great difficulties are always followed by good fortune! After landing, I must burn several sticks of incense.

  Yang Yun also said: "My master left another book of kung fu, called Shan Jun Gong Ji Zhu, when I write it out, Lao Meng can practice."

  Meng Chaoren's heart skipped a beat, his family's Tiger Fist and Claw were considered top-notch martial arts, but he had heard from his father, who used to escort carriages, that their skills were only enough to dominate the martial world, and couldn't be compared to the techniques of cultivators.

  "Right, don't tell others about my business, just say that Tiger Brother came back on his own."

  "Why?"

  "My master said that my qualifications are not good enough, I can only be a nominal disciple, casually practicing some skills to protect myself. If I reveal it carelessly and his several enemies find out, there will be a disaster of being killed."

  Several people heard Yang Yun say so fiercely and hastily agreed.

  "However, the kung fu I taught you is not my master's exclusive skill, and it's fine for you to use it in ordinary times."

  The red-clothed girl listened for half a day and thought of the silver light that appeared in Yang Yun's eyes when he demonstrated his skills, and she also believed seven or eight parts of what Yang Yun said.

  Yang Yun fabricated a master out of thin air, which was also helpless. After all, his skills had to come from somewhere. Should he tell them the truth? Who would believe it? Even Yang Yun himself sometimes felt like he was still in a dream.

  "There are also some benefits to this, their kung fu will be taken seriously and they will definitely practice more diligently." Yang Yun thought.