New Qingcheng

Yue Buqun clutched the old wound on his chest. The memory of being struck down by his Sword Sect martial uncle, falling unconscious, and surviving only because no one finished him off rose once more in his mind.

Why had it been a member of the Sword Sect who saved Mount Hua in its hour of peril, rather than someone from the Qi Sect?

Heaven truly had no eyes!

Just as Yue Buqun's state of mind teetered on the brink of exploding, Li Lin spoke the Sword Sect man's name. "Feng Qingyang."

What? Martial Uncle Feng?

Well, that would do.

Yue Buqun instantly stopped blaming heaven and lamenting his fate.

Although Feng Qingyang belonged to the Sword Sect, he was in truth part of the neutral faction.

The kind that neither the Sword Sect nor the Qi Sect could defeat even if they joined forces.

Back when they dueled atop Jade Maiden Peak, the Sword Sect and Qi Sect had only been able to fight because they had worked together to trick him into going south to marry.

Otherwise, the two sects would never have been able to start their fight.

"Then... he's my grand-martial uncle?" Yue Lingshan asked.

"The Sword Saint Feng Qingyang?" Lao De Nuo's face went pale. "H-He's still alive?"

Yue Buqun was actually equally astonished. Martial Uncle Feng had to be seventy or eighty by now. Though his swordsmanship was divine, at that age, a Sword Sect practitioner who did not prioritize internal cultivation was already in his twilight years.

In fact, before this, he had long assumed that after Martial Uncle Feng learned what had happened to Mount Hua, he had remained in Jiangnan, married, had children, and died in despondency.

"Is my grand-martial uncle very powerful?" Yue Lingshan looked toward Li Lin.

"Little Martial