Song Qingshu's face darkened. He could not help but sigh inwardly: if you stood by the river often enough, your shoes were bound to get wet. No wonder he had never heard of any martial arts masters causing trouble in the Southern Song imperial palace all these years. So there was a hidden boss like this within the palace.
Back then, Qu Lingfeng had entered the palace to steal valuable calligraphy and paintings. Even after fleeing to Niujia Village, he had still been caught up to and killed by Shi Yanming of the Imperial Guard with Weapons. Huang Yaoshi had believed that if Qu Lingfeng's leg had not been broken by him in his early years, he would never have died.
Thinking about it now, it could only be said that Qu Lingfeng had not been worthy of Huang Shang's attention. Otherwise, he would not even have had the chance to leave the imperial palace.
The Nine Yin Manual had once made the entire martial world flock to it. Eastern Heretic, Western Venom, Southern Emperor, Northern Beggar, and Central Divine had fought atop Mount Hua for seven days and seven nights over this book. Even masters of that caliber treasured it dearly, which showed just how profound and mysterious the Nine Yin Manual was.
Although Song Qingshu had long since mastered the Nine Yin Manual completely, he would not naively believe that Huang Shang's martial arts could be represented by a single Nine Yin Manual. Just as Dugu Qiubai's martial arts certainly did not merely equal Nine Swords of Dugu plus viper gallbladder inner strength, a heavy sword, and a Great Condor.
Moreover, Huang Shang had written the Nine Yin Manual decades ago. Who knew what new martial arts he had comprehended over the years, or what realm he had