Sparring

"Jing-gege, it's cold, wear more clothes."

On the city wall, Huang Rong lovingly draped the cloak in her hand over Guo Jing's shoulders.

Guo Jing also turned around, looking at his wife with a gentle expression, pulling her into his arms, and softly said, "You've worked hard these past few days."

"It's not hard. Jing-gege, you are the great hero defending Xiangyang. As your wife, I naturally can't be lacking. Isn't this how a husband and wife should be?" Huang Rong blinked her eyes playfully.

"Haha."

The two stood quietly on the city wall, gazing into the distance. Although they had cleaned up all night, the ground was still visibly stained with fresh red.

The traces left by hundreds of thousands of troops could not disappear in just one night.

"Jing-gege, look, it's Old Imp and Fang Xuan."

Guo Jing also followed the direction of Huang Rong's finger and saw Old Imp excitedly punching and waving on an open space outside the city.

Seeing that Guo Jing didn't speak, the quick-witted Huang Rong naturally guessed his thoughts and whispered, "Jing-gege is worried about that Fang Xuan?"

Guo Jing sighed, "As expected, I can't hide anything from Rong'er. This person is too mysterious, his martial power is like an overlord reborn. Yesterday, I asked my father-in-law, and even he asserted that he is no match for this person. For such a person to suddenly appear in the martial world, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse."

"What is a blessing? What is a curse? Jing-gege, you never used to think about so many things. The biggest disaster in the world today isn't the war between the Mongols and the Song? This person has high martial power but is loyal to the Great Song. Isn't that a blessing?" Huang Rong said.

Guo Jing was also taken aback, then burst into laughter, "Ah, Rong'er, you are still so intelligent. I was being too narrow-minded. How can I control everything in the world? No wonder my father-in-law likes to live in seclusion on Peach Blossom Island and not bother with worldly affairs. Excessive wisdom is harmful; it's better to be simple."

"Jing-gege cares about the entire city of Xiangyang, so it's good to think more. I have already sent Beggar Clan disciples to inquire about this person's identity. Beggar Clan disciples are spread throughout the world, so it shouldn't take long... Hmm?"

Before she finished speaking, the two looked solemnly at the tall giant phantom in the distance. Although it only lasted for two breaths, the violent power was extremely shocking even to them.

"Heaven's Will Four Symbols Art? There is actually such a divine skill in the world. I feel that even the Nine Yin Manual cannot compare to it," Guo Jing said solemnly.

"Jing-gege, let's go in and take a look."

"This... isn't good!" Guo Jing hesitated.

"Look over there."

Several figures rushed from Xiangyang city towards Old Imp's direction, clearly startled by the commotion just now.

"Let's go."

After unleashing the Wrath of the Wind God with one punch, Old Imp sat cross-legged on the ground. Only after the time it takes for an incense stick to burn did he open his eyes, his gaze filled with ecstasy.

"Haha, Master, my power has really increased!" Old Imp jumped and bounced like a child.

Fang Xuan was also extremely surprised by Old Imp's comprehension. As expected of a pure heart, without any distracting thoughts, he had mastered the Wrath of the Wind God in just one hour.

"The Heaven's Will Four Symbols Art is divided into four layers: Wind, Fire, Thunder, and Lightning. The further you go, the harder it is to cultivate, and the more power of heaven and earth you can use, and the power increases exponentially. Your aptitude is good, practice more in the future."

"Yes, Master."

"Second Brother, I'm so tired!" Zhang Jing on the side complained with a bitter face.

"No, stand in the horse stance for another hour. Breathe according to the incantation Old Imp just taught you," Fang Xuan said with a cold face.

"Second Brother, you're bullying me, hmph."

Although unhappy, she still continued to stand in the horse stance as Fang Xuan instructed.

No matter how Old Imp protected Zhang Jing, it was still good for her to have strength. Fang Xuan knew that this was the late Southern Song Dynasty, and the war between the Song and Yuan would not stop. A chaotic world had arrived, and it was extremely difficult for a man to survive in this chaotic world, let alone a woman.

The Quanzhen Inner Power Cultivation Method is upright and peaceful, and can be practiced while walking, sitting, or lying down. Those with poor aptitude can become light and healthy after cultivation, free from illnesses. Those with good aptitude can quickly accumulate inner power.

Ma Yu only taught Guo Jing a few breathing incantations, and after a period of time, his inner power was even stronger than that of his seven masters, which shows the merits of the Quanzhen Inner Power Cultivation Method.

"Greetings, Young Brother Fang."

Huang Yaoshi and the others arrived together.

Seeing the arrival of the few people, Old Imp excitedly ran over and loudly said, "Old Eccentric Huang, Guo Jing, did you see me perform the Wrath of the Wind God just now? Hehe, wasn't it amazing?"

Fang Xuan cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, everyone."

Master Yideng stepped forward, put his palms together, and said, "Amitabha, I have disturbed Benefactor Fang, please forgive me."

"It's nothing. The cultivation of the Heaven's Will Four Symbols Art is too grand, it has disturbed everyone," Fang Xuan said with a smile.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, did you see it or not?" Old Imp said dissatisfiedly.

Huang Rong stepped forward and said with a smile, "Old Imp, your Master is here!"

Old Imp turned his head and secretly glanced at Fang Xuan's expression, pouting and saying, "Boring, boring."

Old Eccentric Huang's eyes scanned Fang Xuan, and he asked, "May I ask Young Brother Fang's lineage? Why have I never heard of this Heaven's Will Four Symbols Art? The person who could create such a divine skill is definitely not an unknown person. May I ask which senior expert it is?"

Fang Xuan casually said, "This divine skill was created by the ancient immortal master Guang Chengzi. I also obtained it by chance. It's normal that Senior Eastern Eccentric hasn't heard of it."

Old Eccentric Huang's face clearly darkened. This explanation clearly meant he didn't want to answer. Guang Chengzi? Why don't you say it's the Three Pure Ones?

"Oh! It's actually inherited from an immortal. Then this old man would like to exchange pointers," Huang Yaoshi said with a fake smile.

"I also want to see the might of the Eastern Eccentric and have a spar?"

"Impudent, young man."

After speaking, he stepped forward, and a pair of fleshy palms lightly struck towards Fang Xuan.

The palm seemed light but was extremely sharp, tearing through the air like a divine sword.

As his arms swung, palm shadows filled the surroundings, some five illusory and one real, others eight illusory and one real, like a sudden gust of wind in a peach forest, scattering countless blossoms.

Huang Rong, standing nearby, looked pleased and said, "Daddy's Fallen Blossom Sword Palm has become even more masterful. Peach blossoms ethereal, fallen blossoms divine sword."

Fang Xuan's heart also leaped with joy as he shouted, "Excellent!"

He stomped his foot, his leg muscles trembling, and he soared into the air like a white crane, his palm transforming into a claw, tearing through the air.

"Crane Claw Imprints Sand."

His five fingernails were like steel, completely unafraid of Old Eccentric Huang's inner power in his palm.

Old Eccentric Huang snorted coldly, the illusory and real shifting. The palm shadows before him were not five illusory and one real at all; they were clearly all real.

This was the power of the Fallen Blossom Sword Palm. Illusory moves were meant to lure and disrupt the enemy, but in battle, the five illusory and eight illusory could all become real moves.

But when those palm forces struck Fang Xuan's arm, Old Eccentric Huang's expression changed. He felt as if his fleshy palm was hitting steel, achieving no effect whatsoever.