"South of Jinling City ran the Grand Canal. River bandits often roamed its waters. If you went there on the fifteenth of the eighth month, Young Master, you might happen upon a gathering of bandits."
Miss Wanyi's expression was cool, and her tone gave nothing away. Only someone with such an otherworldly air could attract the conceited Xie Jinghong.
She continued, "A gathering of bandits is nothing unusual, really. But this time is different. One of them was lucky enough to dig up a secret manual in the canal. It may be the ultimate martial art of Yin Bupo, a great figure of the Demonic Path from the Previous Dynasty."
At this point, Miss Wanyi blew on the tea in her hands and quietly waited for Ye Kang to ask her about it.
But Ye Kang only stared at her, completely dumbfounded.
"Who's Yin Bupo? What martial art? What does it have to do with me?"
Those three questions nearly made Miss Wanyi choke, but she still maintained her aloof image.
"You're a martial artist, Young Master. How could you have never heard of Yin Bupo?"
"I practice martial arts, but I don't read history."
Ye Kang was entirely frank.
He'd acquired all his martial arts through the system. When it came to tales of the martial world, he really knew nothing at all.
Miss Wanyi wasn't annoyed. She continued, "Legend has it that Yin Bupo came from a reclusive Buddhist sect. He was an Inner Disciple of mediocre talent, but he snuck into the Scripture Depository and stole the Buddhist sect's most closely guarded secret, the Immovable Vajra King Body."
"Yin Bupo's genius lay in this: he actually comprehended a Demonic Version of the King Budo Body from it. Its power far surpassed the original. Of course, he also