Chapter 43: The Iron Foot Immortal King's Abode

  The person in the sedan was actually his wife, whom he had been searching for eighteen years. Yang Tie Xin suddenly became stunned and subconsciously took a step towards the sedan, hoping to reunite with his long-separated wife, but momentarily forgot about the current situation. However, before he could reach the sedan, he was stopped by the military guards who came with it and pushed him away: "Get out of here, is this also a place where people like you can approach?"

  Yang Tie Xin finally came to his senses and realized the situation he was in. But seeing his wife, whom he had been searching for many years, right in front of him, he couldn't help but want to rush forward and say a few words, ask her where she had been all these years, and why she became this princess.

  Just as he was about to put his thoughts into action, he suddenly felt someone pressing down on his shoulder, and a powerful force that he could not resist pinned him to the spot. Yang Tie Xin was startled, and quickly turned around to see who it was, only to find that it was a handsome young man wearing a sable coat, with an extraordinary air about him. So he asked guardedly: "Who are you, what do you want?"

  This young man was Ling Yun, who had been secretly observing. Seeing that Guo Jing and Huang Rong were not in any danger, he did not make a move. When the princess's sedan arrived, Yang Tie Xin suddenly lost his soul and rushed forward, immediately guessing what was going on. He hastily stepped forward to stop him, lest Yang Tie Xin cause an irreparable situation on the street. After all, the other side had many good hands, and if it really came to a big fight, even he couldn't guarantee that he could bring Guo Jing and Yang Tie Xin back unharmed.

  Seeing Yang Tie Xin's vigilant expression, Ling Mu Yun smiled and removed his hand from his shoulder, pointing to Guo Jing beside him: "Don't worry, Senior Mo. I'm his companion and here to help you. But the situation is not good now, so it's better for you to be careful."

  After listening to Ling Yun's words, Yang Tie Xin's face gradually calmed down and his mood also cooled down. He realized that it was not suitable for him to reunite with his wife at this time and place. If it were just himself, it would be fine, but now the situation involved many people. If he wasn't careful, he might implicate his daughter Mu Nian Ci and Guo Jing, who had stood up for him, which was not what he wanted to see.

  Yang Kang had just calmed down Yang Tie Xin, but then he came up with another trick. He took his outer garment from his attendant and put it back on, then leaned over to the sedan chair and exchanged a few words with his mother, Madame Bao, who was inside. No one knew what deceitful words he used to fool her, but soon the sedan bearers were ordered to carry Madame Bao away again. Yang Tie Xin had been watching from afar, and seeing Madame Bao leave once more, he felt a pang of regret and disappointment. However, considering the circumstances, he did not step forward to stop them.

  As soon as he saw his mother leave, Yang Kang immediately turned back with a gloomy face, walked to the front of Lingzhi Shangren, Canxian Laoguai Liang Ziweng and Qianshou Rentu Peng Lianhu, bowed down and said: "Shangren, Canxian, Peng Camp Master, this little boy is meddling in other people's business, making me lose face. I really can't swallow this bad breath. Please, the three of you, lend a hand to help me deal with this little boy. After it's done, I will definitely report to my father, the king, and let him thank you heavily."

  The three of them, Lingzhi Shangren, Liang Ziweng and Peng Lianhu, immediately showed a hint of displeasure on their faces upon hearing Yang Kang's words. It seemed that he wanted the three of them to join forces to take down Guo Jing, which made each of them feel somewhat unpleased in their hearts. Each of them was a renowned master in their own right; did they really need to join hands to deal with a disciple of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan?

  Yang Kang was also a clever person, and as soon as he saw the expressions on the three men's faces, he guessed their thoughts. He quickly made amends and continued to laugh and ask: "But I don't know which of you three will condescend to accept that little scoundrel?"

  The three of them heard this and the dissatisfaction that had risen in their hearts instantly dissipated. It turned out that Young Master Wang hadn't finished speaking, and it wasn't that he wanted all three of them to take action together, but rather they had misinterpreted his meaning. Thinking of this, the three men's faces immediately returned to normal, and they exchanged a glance. Liang Ziweng smiled at Peng Lianhu and said: "Peng brother, weren't you just about to make your move? Then let's trouble you with this matter."

  "Good." Peng Lianhu nodded in response, and with a tap of his foot, he flew towards Guo Jing, one palm flashing out like lightning, accumulating momentum in mid-air before heavily striking Guo Jing.

  Ling Yun's heart skipped a beat as he watched from the side, his body tensed and ready to intervene. Although he had been watching with folded arms earlier, it was because he knew that Guo Jing's martial arts were a notch higher than Yang Kang's, so no matter how they fought, Guo Jing wouldn't be at a disadvantage. But now it was different - this Peng Lianhu was known as the "Thousand Hands Butcher" and was also a ruthless character in the Jianghu world. Although he seemed ordinary to Ling Yun, he was definitely not someone that Guo Jing could withstand at present.

  "Stop!"

  Who would have thought that before Ling Muyun could make a move, a loud shout suddenly came from the crowd. Ling Muyun hastily stopped in his tracks and looked around to see a gray figure suddenly flying out of the crowd, blocking Peng Lianhu's path. A strange sword blade flashed through the air, and instantly a bundle of silk threads flew out, accurately wrapping around Peng Lianhu's wrist. Ling Muyun saw clearly that the strange sword blade was actually a Daoist's feather duster.

  "What a person!" Peng Lianhu shouted, not bothering to continue fighting Guo Jing. He pulled back his wrist with force and snapped the dust brush in two with a "crack". His left palm immediately shot out towards the newcomer, who countered with another palm strike. The two palms collided in mid-air with a light "slap", causing both men to stumble backward, their entire bodies trembling.

  Everyone only then saw clearly, the person who killed halfway was actually a middle-aged Taoist priest, wearing a gray Taoist robe, holding a duster with only one handle left, the silk threads of the duster had been broken by Peng Lianhu and were still wrapped around his wrist. The Taoist priest landed and bowed slightly to Peng Lianhu, saying: "Peng Zongzhu, you are also a famous Jianghu hero, why bother to make calculations with a junior? Why not let it go for the sake of my face?"

  Peng Lianhu's face was solemn, after the previous exchange, he had discovered that the other person's martial arts were extremely high, seemingly even surpassing his own. Therefore, he did not easily make another move, and asked: "Daozhang's skills are impressive, Peng is admiring, but I don't know what your Daoist name is?"

  As Peng Lianhu asked this, the others also cast their eyes on him, obviously all wanting to know which sect this suddenly appearing Taoist master was from.

  That person didn't answer, but stretched out his left foot and took a step forward, then immediately withdrew it. Suddenly, a deep footprint appeared on the ground, almost a foot deep. At this time, the snow had just started to fall, and the accumulated snow on the ground was less than half an inch thick. His careless stretch of the foot could leave such a deep print, his footwork was truly astonishing.

  Peng Lianhu's heart skipped a beat as he asked, "Could it be that the Daozhang is Wang Zhenren, the Yu Yangzi of the Quanzhen Sect, also known as the Iron Foot Immortal?"

  That Taoist said: "The master of Peng Village has spoken heavily. The two words 'True Man' are not to be taken lightly, I am just Wang Chouyi."

  He was actually the Yu Yangzi Wang Chuyi, second only to Qiu Chuji in martial arts among the Seven Immortals of Quanzhen. He had once made a bet with the heroes of Shandong and Hebei over something, and came to stand on one foot at the edge of a cliff thousands of feet high, displaying his "Wind-swayed Lotus Leaf" move as he swayed but did not fall off the cliff, showing off his extremely profound footwork skills.

  Peng Lianhu and Liang Ziweng, Ling Zhishang and others all knew that Wang Chuyu was a prominent figure in the Quanzhen Sect, with a reputation second only to that of Qiu Chuji. Although they had heard his name for a long time, they had never seen him before. Now, taking a closer look, they saw that he had a pair of beautiful eyebrows and eyes, three strands of black whiskers under his chin, white socks and gray shoes, neat and tidy, like a very particular Taoist priest. If not for the fact that he had just shown off his extraordinary footwork, it would be hard to believe that this was the same person who had once stood alone on one leg at the edge of a deep valley, using the move "Wind Sways Lotus Leaves" to subdue the heroes of Hebei and Shandong.

  Not only was Peng Lianhu and others shocked, but Ling Muyun's heart was also shocked. Although he had long known Wang Chuyu's reputation and knew that his footwork was fierce, he didn't expect it to be so fierce. This is the middle of Zhongdu Street, where the ground is all tamped down with earth and then paved with stone slabs, even if a heavy cart passes by, it won't leave any marks. But such a hard street, he actually stepped on one foot and made a deep pit half a foot deep, damn it's really iron feet can't reach this level!

  In Ling Mu Yun's opinion, Wang Chu Yi's iron feet can already be compared to Mei Chao Feng's Nine Yin White Bone Claw! Although he thought his own martial arts skills were higher than Wang Chu Yi's, if they were only comparing the skill of their footwork, he would willingly admit defeat!

  Only to see Wang slightly smile, pointing at Guo Jing and saying: "I don't know this young man, but seeing him act righteously and bravely, I have great respect for him. I dare to ask Master Peng to spare his life, would Master Peng grant me this favor?"

  Peng Lianhu listened to him speaking politely and thought that since there was a master from the Quanzhen School, he had to show some personal favor. He then cupped his fists in respect and said: "Alright, alright!"

  Wang Chu bowed his head in gratitude, turned around, and suddenly his face was covered with a layer of frost. He sternly asked Yang Kang: "What's your name? Who is your master?"

  Yang Kang's heart was already racing after hearing Wang Chuyi's name, and he was thinking of finding an opportunity to slip away quickly. Unexpectedly, the other suddenly asked him sternly, so he had to force himself to reply: "My name is Wanyan Kang, but I won't tell you my master's name."