A Daughter-Doting Father

Before she could finish her sentence, tears streamed down her delicate face.

Like a fledgling returning to its nest, Huang Rong let go of Guo Jing's hand and threw herself into Huang Yaoshi's arms.

At this moment, Huang Yaoshi could no longer care about being angry. He quickly reached out his right hand and hugged his beloved daughter.

Seeing Huang Rong's face streaked with tears, she timidly reached out her small hand, yet hesitated to touch Huang Yaoshi's ferocious face.

With his right arm around his daughter, Huang Yaoshi quickly reached behind his ear with his left hand and gently peeled off the mask.

She coaxed him with tenderness and affection.

"Good Rong'er, sweet Rong'er, don't cry, don't cry. Father is just wearing a mask. Look, it's just a mask."

Huang Rong then stopped crying and started laughing, accidentally blowing a snot bubble in the process.

Only then did she feel ashamed of her earlier tears, burying her head in her father's arms and complaining with a slightly nasal tone.

"Oh dear, Father is just being silly. Why would he wear a mask for no reason?"

Huang Yaoshi then straightened his face and snorted again, quite arrogantly.

"I came out to find you. How could those ordinary mortals be worthy of my face?"

After comforting his daughter, he looked up at Guo Jing, that silly boy, and his mood instantly soured, his face darkening.

"Hey kid, who are you?"

He also turned to look at Ji Boying, his anger clearly directed at Ji.

"Which of you two is the Old Beggar's apprentice? Which one is Wang Chongyang's disciple?"

Huang Rong was now in a hurry.

She quickly wiped her tears and snot in her father's arms and jumped out of his arms.

She ran to Ji Boying and Guo Jing's side and took Guo Jing's hand.

"Father, this is Brother Ji, who is Wang Chongyang's disciple. This is Brother Jing, who is Seventh Master Qi's disciple. I have also become Master Seventh Master's disciple."

Although Huang Rong took the initiative to support Guo Jing's hand, Huang Yaoshi still refused.

"You brat, get lost."

Enraged, he slashed out with his palm in mid-air, and a powerful, forceful Empty Palm Strike reached Guo Jing's side.

Guo Jing dared not be careless, so he reached out and pulled Huang Rong behind him, taking a step forward to greet her.

With his right arm slightly bent and his palm drawing an arc, a powerful strike, "The Arrogant Dragon Has Regrets," was unleashed in the air.

It appeared to hit something in mid-air, but nothing was actually struck.

But Guo Jing still felt a jolt in his right arm, and his body staggered uncontrollably.

It just so happens that his skills have improved greatly recently, and he is using the move "The Arrogant Dragon Has Regrets," which uses three parts of his strength externally and seven parts internally.

Therefore, he only took one step back before Huang Rong helped him stop.

But Huang Yaoshi's face grew even darker.

"You brat, it really is the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms! Do you think this old beggar's martial arts are stronger than mine? This Old Beggar is senile, taking such a stupid and foolish boy as his disciple!"

He was sharp-tongued and raised his hand as if to strike again.

Huang Rong was afraid that her father would hurt her lover, and her brother was also anxious. She quickly jumped out from behind Guo Jing and raised her hands to shield Guo Jing behind her.

"Father, Brother Jing is not a fool, please don't bully him. Even Seventh Master took Brother Jing as his disciple, and now I am also Seventh Master's disciple."

Seeing Huang Rong standing in front of this silly boy, Huang Yaoshi felt even worse.

Suddenly, he turned his head and stared sharply at Ji Boying, who was watching the show with a grin.

"And where did you come from, you charlatan? Wang Chongyang is long dead. He only had those seven good-for-nothings. Where would he have a disciple like you?"

"Island Master Huang, I was recently accepted into the Quanzhen Sect by Senior Brother Qiu, Senior Brother Ma, and Senior Brother Wang on behalf of our master."

Ji Boying said.

Huang Rong quickly chimed in to testify, recounting the whole story.

All that could be heard was Huang Yaoshi snorting coldly.

"Although Wang Chongyang's martial arts are high, his disciples are all good-for-nothings. These three are just trying to take advantage of others' fame without any real skills. They are a bunch of useless people."

"Kid, was it you who killed that group of henchmen?"

Ji Boying said, "If Island Master Huang is referring to Peng Lianhu, Liang Ziwen, Sha Tongtian, and... Mei Chaofeng, then I did kill all of these henchmen."

Huang Yaoshi narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Fine, fine. Although Mei Ruohua is useless, I will kill her if I encounter her. But you are not worthy to do it. I want to see what kind of person Wang Chongyang's disciple is after he passed away."

No sooner had he finished speaking than another Empty Palm Strike came hurtling through the air.

Ji Boying's skills have improved again in recent days, and it's time for him to test his abilities.

He smiled and said, "You've come at the right time."

Without dodging or avoiding, he gently swung out his left palm and clapped it in the air.

He didn't show any obvious signs of exerting his internal energy, like Guo Jing using the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

He struck the air with this gesture, and the force instantly spread outwards.

A breeze suddenly arose in the hall, blowing outwards from the center to all four sides.

The clothes of several people fluttered wildly in the wind, and the many rare paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall also danced haphazardly.

"Island Master Huang, it would be impolite not to reciprocate. I apologize for the offense."

Ji Boying first rewarded Huang Yaoshi with a Bone-Penetrating Nails.

He then lunged forward, not drawing his sword, but using only his palms to fight.

A gust of wind shot out from Huang Yaoshi's sleeve, knocking the Bone-Penetrating Nails to the ground.

Facing Ji Boying's two palms, Huang Yaoshi also used two palms to counter.

Given his arrogant personality, he should have taught Ji Boying lesson from behind his back.

However, Huang Yaoshi was also a grandmaster. He first countered with a palm strike using his Empty Palm Strike, and then with a hidden weapon.

These traces of their fighting were enough for Huang Yaoshi to see that Ji Boying was quite skilled.

Even Guo Jing, who had just been cursing the fool, only took a step back under Huang Yaoshi's palm Empty Palm Strike. Such skill was enough to make Huang Yaoshi admire him. It's just a pity that the fool attacked Huang Yaoshi's daughter, so Huang Yaoshi naturally wouldn't say a word of praise.

Therefore, it naturally won't be too big.

The two figures moved like ghosts, leaving afterimages in the hall. The two green shadows moved swiftly, so fast that those with low skill could not see them at all.

They couldn't even see their figures clearly, let alone the details of their fight.

Ji Boying's palm technique was powerful and unpretentious.

Huang Yaoshi's palm technique was much more beautiful.

With a wave of his hands, palm shadows surged from all directions, like a raging storm scattering petals through a peach grove.

The palm technique sometimes subtly conveys the meaning of surging waves, and sometimes reveals the hidden intent of swordsmanship.

Ji Boying knew that Huang Yaoshi's Falling Blossom Divine Sword Palm was mostly a feint, sometimes five feints and one real move, or eight feints and one real move.

He then struck Huang Yaoshi's torso with both palms, forcing him to fight back.

Ji Boying possessed exceptional Lightness Skill skills and could strike with lightning speed.

Even though Huang Yaoshi was graceful and ethereal, Ji Boying's palm techniques were like a persistent, intractable disease, relentlessly pursuing him.

Huang Yaoshi retaliated, exchanging three blows in the blink of an eye.