Qi Cultivator of Mount Zhongnan

Ji Boying deliberately imitated her speech.

"No, no, my dear sister A'Bi, this is not a ghost at all, but clearly a martial arts master!"

The ugly-looking man began to speak, shaking his head.

Upon hearing only the words "No, not at all" and "A'Bi sister, "Ji Boying understood the situation.

The three beautiful women's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Standing on the clear water was a tall, dashing man in a blue robe.

The blue headscarf, blue shirt, and blue silk sash were all somewhat faded and worn.

Wearing black boots with white soles, he stood on the water's surface, strolling leisurely as if walking on flat ground.

The clear water reflects the lotus blossoms, their leaves swaying gently on the surface, creating ripples that collide and intertwine with the ripples beneath his feet.

The two men were a gaunt and ugly man with a wicked look. He was always talking nonsense. He seemed arrogant, but his body was tense and full of vigilance.

On the contrary, he was not as at ease as the other man in black, who was looking at Ji Boying with great interest and eager eyes.

The most aloof of the three women, seemingly shrouded in mist, spoke with considerable surprise.

"Just now, I could tell you had profound internal strength from your voice but not from seeing the person. Now that I have seen you, I must admire your superb Lightness Skill even more."

Wang Yuyan's beautiful eyes were filled with contemplation, but in the end, she gained nothing.

"There are quite a few people in the martial arts world who are famous for their Lightness Skill, such as Grass Skimmer and Water Strider, but most of them are just boasting. Even if there are some who are really good, they can only use the water to their advantage for a short time. How can they really walk on the water? I have truly seen something new today. I never thought there was such a Lightness Skill in the world. May I ask the name of this... this great hero? What school or sect does this Lightness Skill belong to?"

Hearing Wang Yuyan say this, the four people on the boat were even more surprised. They did not expect that Wang Yuyan, who had easily given pointers on various martial arts styles last night, would not recognize them.

They know how remarkable Wang Yuyan is, and she knows all the unique skills of various schools like the back of her hand. How could she not even know about her?

Little did they know, Wang Yuyan was also quite depressed.

Although I don't like martial arts, I still have to memorize these skills for my cousin's sake.

It's all due to youthful innocence. If one can succinctly reveal the secrets of a subject and everyone admires them, that would be quite an interesting experience.

But now it's just like Zhuge Liang emerging from his thatched cottage, only to suffer a defeat right in front of his opponent. It's not some coincidence, it's just that he simply lacks the strength.

The fact that the Crouching Dragon couldn't leave the mountain was naturally enough to make Wang Yuyan depressed.

Ji Boying clasped his hands in greeting and said, "I am Ji Boying, a Qi Cultivator from Mount Zhongnan Mountain. I am new to the martial arts world and have no reputation yet. May I ask your names?"

Wang Yuyan sighed, "Great Hero Ji's Lightness Skill is superb; he'll probably be famous soon."

In a few words, everyone introduced themselves.

Sure enough, there were two men; the thin and ugly one was Bao Butong, and the one in black was Feng Bo'e.

The woman singing was A'Bi, the one asking about martial arts was Wang Yuyan, and the other was A'Zhu.

"So we've arrived at Taihu Lake again. Taihu Lake, Swallow's Dock Returning Waterside Pavilion, and Manduo Manor are all very famous in the martial arts world. It's truly an honor to meet you here."

Bao Butong remained vigilant, and these words only deepened his anxiety.

He thought to himself, "First, there's some Tubo Imperial Advisor, under the guise of tomb sweeping, wants to see the Murong Family's martial arts manuals in the Returning Waterside Pavilion."

Fortunately, the two clever girls, A'Bi A'Zhu, managed to leave the man on the lake and escape by water.

Judging from how this person walks across the lake as if on flat ground, his skill and Lightness Skill are probably even superior. If this person were to cause trouble, the Murong Family would truly be in trouble.

Thinking this to himself, he forced a smile and said, "You are so young, yet your skill is truly admirable. It is an honor to meet you today. May I ask where you are headed?"

Ji Boying said, "I was just wandering around the world and got lost. I never expected to end up on this Taihu Lake."

Bao Butong naturally didn't believe this.

Who would get lost from Mount Zhongnan Mountain to Taihu Lake?

Especially considering how dashing this person is and how high his martial arts skills are, he doesn't look like someone who's lost. If he really was lost, wouldn't it be easy to just grab someone and ask them questions?

However, Bao Butong dared not speak carelessly at this point.

It wasn't that he was afraid of Ji Boying; it was just that he was thinking about the important matters of the Murong Family and dared not let Swallow's Dock be lost.

"Since you wish to travel the world, why not join us? We are on our way to the gathering of the Beggar Gang' Sect heroes, which will surely be quite a spectacle. If we have the chance, we might even meet my young master. He is known for his hospitality, and perhaps we can become friends."

Friends? Ji Boying didn't think so; he really looked down on Murong Fu.

He smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

A'Zhu frowned slightly.

Although the man in front of me looks upright, he doesn't really know good from evil. Look at his skill in walking on water as if it were flat ground. No one on this boat can do that, and I'm afraid even my young master can't.

Firstly, Miss Wang is beautiful and skilled in various martial arts. What if this person harbors evil intentions? They would probably be powerless to fight back.

Brother Bao, you're so quick-witted! Why are you so confused right now? Instead of separating from this kind of person, you're taking him with you.

But when A'Zhu looked at Bao Butong's tense arms and back gripping the oar, she knew that Bao Butong was also nervous.

After all that, he didn't say a single thing, which is really not in line with his personality.

A'Zhu sighed inwardly, already having a guess.

The only thing that could change Bao Butong's temperament was a major event in the Murong Family, just like how his second sister-in-law used the major event in the Murong Family as a reason to persuade Feng Bo'e not to fight.

Thinking about it this way, it's natural that Brother Bao wanted to take this person with him when he left Taihu Lake.

This was naturally a major event for the Murong Family. Swallow's Dock on Taihu Lake was the foundation of the Murong Family, and countless martial arts manuals were the basis for the Murong Family's existence.

If this person is truly not a good person and has come for the martial arts of the Water Pavilion, then inviting him to accompany us now is tantamount to exchanging Miss Wang for the Returning Waterside Pavilion.

From Bao Butong's perspective, Miss Wang is naturally a walking encyclopedia of martial arts, but after all, she can only memorize the secret manuals, and the knowledge in her mind is always less than the secret manuals in the martial arts archive.

Miss Wang is from another family, not a member of the Murong Family. Although she is in love with the young master, her future is still uncertain.

Although he usually liked Miss Wang very much and hoped to help her and the young master get together, when it came to this choice, Miss Wang was still not as important Returning Waterside Pavilion.

A'Zhu understood this point and frowned.

Naturally, she felt frustrated. She had received a great favor from the Murong Family, and it wouldn't be a big deal if she sacrificed herself for the Murong Family. However, she also owed Wang Yuyan a debt of gratitude. In addition, she was kind-hearted by nature, so she was naturally unhappy about this scheme.

"Sir, let's have a fight!"

The man in black had already rolled up his sleeves.

Feng Bo'e loved fighting more than anything else in his life. He would even want to spar with an ordinary martial arts figure, let alone this Qi Cultivator from Mount Zhongnan who had suddenly appeared.

Such extraordinary demeanor naturally made Feng Bo'e itching to take action.

Feng Bo'e was not entirely rude; in fact, he was quite polite to ordinary people with low strength.

But now, facing someone whose strength is clearly superior to his own, he no longer feels offended.

Before Bao Butong and A'Zhu A'Bi could stop Feng Bo'e.

Feng Bo'e rolled up his sleeves, stepped on the side of the boat, and leaped across.

He acted rashly and, though impolite, ultimately did not draw the single-edged sword from his waist.

He was shouting, "Brother, take this punch first!"

This was clearly a reminder to Ji Boying to prepare for the challenge.

Bao Butong also nervously took a step forward, placing his left foot on the side of the boat.

Keep a close eye on Feng Bo'e and Ji Boying's figures, ready to react at any moment.

Feng Bo'e through the air and did a somersault, covering a distance of two zhang in one bound, and threw a punch at Ji Boying with great force.

Wang Yuyan watched nervously, and when she saw Feng Bo'e throw out his right fist, she immediately shouted.

"Feng the Fourth, this won't do. Be careful, or I'll hit your Heavenly Strike."

It turns out that Feng Bo'e's punch in mid-air exposed his Tiantu Acupoint, which was his weakness.

Feng Bo'e did not hesitate. He stretched out his left arm to protect Tian Tu, and his right fist was already in front of Ji Boying.

Ji Boying simply smiled and showed no intention of drawing his sword.

Judging from that Feng Bo'e fu is at.

With a casual lift of his right hand, he unleashed a simple Empty Palm Strike.

Feng Bo'e felt a tightness in his chest. Just as the punch was about to reach Ji Boying, who was still three feet away, he was about to witness the master's skill when an extremely strong force suddenly attacked him.

A palm strike landed on his left arm out of nowhere.

A tremendous force pressed his left arm down, preventing him from lifting it, and then pressed it onto his chest.

Feng Bo'e gritted his teeth and bulged his veins, but he still couldn't push away the palm strike.

Such a powerful palm strike landed on his arm, pressed against his chest, and sent his entire body flying backward.

Seeing that things were going badly, Bao Butong quickly jumped off the boat and caught Feng Bo'e in mid-air.

That immense force pressed down on Bao Butong's arms. Bao Butong felt a jolt in his arms and couldn't hold onto Feng Bo'e at all. Feng Bo'e's back pressed against his chest, and the two of them fell from the air.

"Miss A'Zhu, A'Bi, and Wang, get out of the way!"

The three women covered their heads and ran to the back of the boat in fright.

Then two loud bangs were heard, and Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e had already crashed into the cabin.

The two men weighed at least 300 pounds each, and when they fell, they immediately caused the boat to tilt and sway, splashing water everywhere as it hit the calm lake.

"Ouch!"

"Careful."

The three women gasped in alarm, huddled together in panic, and were pulled down into the cabin by A'Bi, where they lay on the ground, too afraid to get up.

They were afraid that if the boat rocked, it would capsize them directly into the water.

Feng Bo'e and Bao Butong then rubbed their buttocks and crawled out of the cabin, groaning.

Bao Butong clutched his chest, still shaken.

I took a few easy breaths before I felt relieved.

The Feng Bo'e that had just pressed down on his chest had indeed frightened Bao Butong, who was afraid that he had suffered internal injuries.

Feng Bo'e, however, was rubbing his buttocks with an expression of amazement.

I just took such a heavy blow, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reduce the force even a little bit. In the end, all I felt was the pain of falling from the sky, but my arm and chest didn't hurt at all.

Such control over force is truly terrifying; he is indeed a master who can walk on water as if it were flat ground.

A'Bi, A'Zhu, and Wang Yuyan slowly helped each other to their feet as the boat stabilized.

Feng Bo'e rubbed his buttocks and cried out, "Miss Wang, please give me a couple more pointers. Just getting beaten up like this isn't enough."

Wang Yuyan sighed upon hearing this.

"Feng the Fourth, what's the use of giving you a couple more pointers? Not to mention, I can't see his flaws at all, and even if I could, what could you do about it?"

"You made a lot of mistakes as soon as you made a move, but they didn't bother to attack your weaknesses at all. You can't even get close."

"I'm really at a loss and can't think of any good solutions. His skills are too profound. This is what you call being too powerful to reason with others."

As soon as Wang Yuyan finished speaking, Ji Boying shook his head and said that was not right.

"Miss Wang is wrong. It's not that great merit can bully reason, but rather that merit itself is reason."

Wang Yuyan was taken aback upon hearing this, pondered the sentence carefully, and nodded absentmindedly.

He muttered to himself, "Not bad, not bad. Skill is the key to success. In the martial arts world, having skill means you have a reason to succeed."

Feng Bo'e rubbed his buttocks, half of them higher than the other, watching the two talk in a crooked way. His eyes darted around, and he let out a wicked grin.

"Hey! A sneak attack!"

Suddenly, he jumped off the side of the ship and launched a sneak attack from the side.

This time, he showed no mercy and held back, even drawing his single-edged sword from his waist and slashing diagonally at Ji Boying's left side.

But this time, Ji Boying didn't take his sneak attack as seriously as he had the last time.

Just as his feet left the side of the boat, he casually struck out with his palm, and a muffled groan was heard as his long sword was jolted out of his hand, the hilt of which smashed into his chest.

He lost his balance and fell from the air again. This time, however, Ji Boying did not hold back as he had last time, and he fell directly and cleanly into the lake.

With a splash, several lotus leaves were broken, and a large puddle of water was splashed up.

Feng Bo'e fell into the lake, felt a tightness in his chest, and swallowed several mouthfuls of water before he could barely pull himself out.

He was soaked to the bone, his nasal cavity was filled with water, and he poked his head out in a very disheveled state. His hair was also completely wet.

He wiped the water off his face twice with his palms and breathed heavily.

"Oh, I'm impressed... oh, I'm impressed. I'm really impressed."

The Feng Bo'e and the people were terrified.

"Your martial arts skills are too high. Fighting like this is really boring. Let's stop fighting."

The Feng Bo'e was full of regret.

It's rare to encounter such a master.

Yet they didn't even have a single, satisfying exchange.

He fell from the sky twice, and the difference in their abilities was too great. Fighting him was not enjoyable at all; instead, he was beaten up for nothing.

Feng Bo'e may like fighting, but he doesn't like getting beaten up.

"That's amazing! Your skill is truly astonishing. Please do me the honor of traveling together with you. If you encounter any powerful figures, you can help; if you encounter any weaklings, I will handle them."

"That way we'll both have a fight to fight, what do you think?"