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The Xiahou Family stood tall in Jiangdong, one of the Four Great Families. It guarded the Divine Weapon Zhu Xie, and its members entered the martial arts through qin music. The current family head had reached the Upper Three Ranks through martial arts. His qin melodies were tranquil and secluded, but in his younger days, he had been a fierce man who carried the famous qin Jiao Wei around while picking fights and stealing women. Anyone who made his son Xiahou Xuan sigh would usually end up unable even to cry, only howl.
But after Xiahou Xuan lost to that Thirteenth Young Master, his father squatted in front of him and grunted and huffed for a long while. Only after seeing that Xiahou Xuan could barely keep pretending did he tentatively say:
'How about... letting it go?'
That was when he understood. This fellow was different from before. His own father could not suppress the Thirteenth Young Master's father.
He was a tough nut, a thorny one.
As he grew older and his intelligence gradually awakened, he came to understand more and more just how monstrous that man was. Even now, all he could do was sigh and call him invincible. He had no other thoughts. After all, a person had to retain his dignity. There was no point comparing himself to a monster and courting misery.
Hearing the word "invincible," the black-clad youth in front of them tipped back his neck and swallowed a mouthful of wine. The expression on his face grew even more gloomy.
Wang Anfeng's eyes brightened slightly. He was even more shaken by the unseen Thirteenth Young Master, yet he also felt a vague, inexplicable eagerness to give it a try.
Xiahou Xuan's Internal energy cultivation had already astonished him. Although the black-clad youth before him sat lazily against the redwood pillar, Wang Anfeng felt he was more like a crouching tiger. The indescribable aura of intimidation made the Internal force within his body speed up by two points.
These two alone had already made him feel inferior. Yet there was actually someone of their generation who had defeated them both separately and earned their wholehearted submission, making them sigh and call him invincible.
What kind of bearing and presence could possibly live up to that?
Beyond the mundane, standing apart from the world? Or, as Uncle Li had said, seeing all other mountains as small, lonely and proud?
How much were my Fist techniques worth before someone like that?
The youth's eyes shone brightly. He knew he was certainly inferior to the Thirteenth Young Master, yet his heart still burned with the desire to challenge him. Young people were always like this. Like newborn calves unafraid of tigers, they did not know fear. Having the courage to keep challenging the ceiling was what made one young. The black-clad youth beside him paused slightly when he saw the familiar light in Wang Anfeng's eyes. He let out a soft sound of surprise and teased:
"Little brother, you seemed somewhat familiar just now."
Xiahou Xuan glanced at Wang Anfeng and rolled his eyes. Assuming Wang Anfeng knew his friend, he said bluntly:
"What's familiar about him? The look in this kid's eyes is exactly the same as yours when you heard about the Thirteenth Young Master."
"So that's why. No wonder little brother looks so much more handsome."
The youth clapped his hands and laughed. Xiahou Xuan sneered from the side.
"Exactly the same kind of fool."
"Just look at his eyes. There's no need to guess—he obviously wants to go fight that Thirteenth."
Wang Anfeng had been dragged into it for no reason and insulted, but he merely smiled.
"That's right... I know my strength isn't enough, but I still want to fight this invincible Thirteenth Young Master."
Xiahou Xuan sneered.
"Showing off an axe before Lu Ban's gate. You're only asking for humiliation."
"If I don't, how would I know how far I am from Lu Ban?"
Wang Anfeng answered frankly, then scratched his head. Furrowing his brows, he sighed.
"I just don't know how to get him to fight me. And... he's so famous that there must be many challengers. Would I be troubling him?"
The black-clad youth was just about to speak when a soft laugh suddenly sounded.
"Not troublesome, not troublesome at all. If you can share some of that jug of wine with me, I'd gladly fight you for an entire day and night."
As the voice fell, Xiahou Xuan was slightly startled. The black-clad youth, meanwhile, sprang from the pavilion like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. His eyes instantly became clear and razor-sharp as he looked outside twice. His fists crossed, and an aura as solid as a mountain surged from him in an instant. Wang Anfeng's scalp went numb. He felt as though he had been exposed to a tiger's gaze, unable to move. The youth merely shouted:
"Xue Thirteen, come out! Don't play the ghost!"
"I wasn't playing the ghost. Your skills simply weren't good enough to notice me."
The voice laughed again. Another voice suddenly came from above the pavilion. A bright gleam flashed through the youth's eyes. He abruptly turned his fist, his force vigorous and his stance steady. Though the event had come without warning, in the eyes of Wang Anfeng, who also practiced Fist techniques, there were only eight words to describe it.
Strictly disciplined, flawless!
A sudden punch shot out from his waist and abdomen. His aura was as solid as a mountain, and the howling of his fist carried faint roars of dragons and tigers. It struck the flying black shadow with pinpoint accuracy. But with a sharp crack, the alluring fragrance of wine instantly filled the surroundings.
Crystal-clear liquor scattered through the air. Sleeves fluttered as a figure lightly stepped on the wine droplets with the tips of his toes. The droplets visibly hovered in midair. Taking advantage of the momentum, the figure rose, and as the folded fan in his hand descended, he swept it lightly, like an immortal plucking flowers. With an easy air, he lifted a handful of liquor and casually sent it forward. It shot out straight like a hidden weapon and effortlessly broke the youth's fist technique.
The liquor followed the momentum straight into the youth's throat, provoking a violent fit of coughing and leaving him in a sorry state. Only then did Wang Anfeng, who had been suppressed by the force of the punch and unable to move, feel his body return to his control. His back was already drenched in cold sweat.
At the same time, the youth had already landed lightly beside Wang Anfeng like an immortal. With a snap, he opened his folded fan. Not a single drop of wine stained it. Graceful as jade, he waved it lightly and said with a smile in his eyes:
"Huangfu Xiong, I invited you to drink. It was fine if you didn't appreciate it, but why smash it to pieces?"
"Cough, cough, cough—you... you..."
Huangfu Xiong coughed violently. Only after a while did he grit his teeth and say:
"I hate people sitting on my head more than anything in this life. I don't care who you are—I'll beat you all the same!"
"Then I suppose I owe you an apology."
Xue Thirteen laughed and cupped his hands. His gaze then fell on Wang Anfeng beside him. He paused slightly, looked him up and down, and only then slowly nodded.
"Brother Wang, it's only been a few days, yet your bearing has already surpassed the past."
Xiahou Xuan's swordlike brows lifted slightly. Although he had just called Wang Anfeng and Huangfu Xiong foolish, he himself was no better at this moment. He sneered.
"It's only been a few days. Who knows whether Brother Wang has gained a few pounds or lost a few? So the Thirteenth Young Master of the Xue Family is just an ordinary man after all, capable only of exchanging empty pleasantries?"
"No, it truly wasn't a pleasantry."
Xue Thirteen's smile faded. He recalled the youth's carefree composure when they had first met, that calm and balanced serenity which seemed to belong to a world of his own. Comparing it with the youth's plainly different aura now, he thought for a moment before saying:
"At first, he was like fallen flowers before a courtyard, leisurely and self-sufficient, standing apart from the world."
Xiahou Xuan sneered.
"And now?"
"Now?"
Before Xue Thirteen could answer, Huangfu Xiong had already stopped coughing and barely steadied his breathing. He looked up at Wang Anfeng, who also practiced Fist techniques, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Now he's like a young tiger beneath the mountain, sharpening his fangs and honing his teeth, waiting until he can kill without restraint!"
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