Third in the World

Mu Wanqing choked at his words, a sense of chaotic absurdity washing over her. How could this conversation feel so familiar? Quickly, she put on a cold expression and raised her arm. "Get lost, or I'll shoot you with my poison arrows!"

"Sister is so fierce! Gou Dan'er is scared," Song Qingshu quickly dodged aside, muttering, "So fierce, I wouldn't even want her as my wife."

Although Song Qingshu had deliberately lowered his voice, he had also made sure Mu Wanqing could hear him, making her grit her teeth in anger. However, remembering Yun Zhonghe was still around, she immediately perked up and prepared for a full-on defense.

"Mu Wanqing, what's so bad about following me? Brother here knows how to take good care of people," Yun Zhonghe said lewdly, his eyebrows twitching.

"Shameless!" Mu Wanqing raised her hand and shot a Butterfly Sleeve Arrow. Yun Zhonghe, already on guard, dodged and closed in on her in an instant.

Song Qingshu, watching from the side, was startled. Yun Zhonghe's martial arts weren't anything special, but his Qinggong was top-notch. If he wanted to catch up to him, he'd probably have to rely on his internal energy to outlast him.

As Yun Zhonghe got close, Mu Wanqing's face turned pale. She quickly swung her sword to defend herself, but Yun Zhonghe's movements were lightning-fast. He pointed a finger, striking an acupoint on her waist. Mu Wanqing had already been mentally distraught because Duan Yu had turned out to be her biological brother. Now, captured by Yun Zhonghe and thinking of the nightmare that awaited her, she was overcome with anger and fainted.

"What a beauty! She's so pretty even when she's unconscious," Yun Zhonghe rubbed his hands together, looking at the beauty lying on the ground, his mouth watering. "Should I wake her up for some fun first, or have fun first and then wake her up?"

"If she wakes up, she might fight to the death, which would ruin the mood. But like this, she's just a piece of wood, and it seems to be lacking a bit of excitement..." Yun Zhonghe fell into a dilemma.

"Sigh, the reputation of perverts in this world is ruined by scumbags like you." At this moment, a voice sounded from the side, startling Yun Zhonghe.

He looked up and saw it was that silly boy. Yun Zhonghe's eyes glinted with malice. "You little brat, so you were pretending to be foolish to mess with your grandpa."

"Prince Duan is the true elite among perverts. He steals hearts first, then deceives people's bodies, and the women are willing. In the end, he still gets a reputation for being a romantic and dashing figure. Unlike you, who has made a name for himself, making everyone despise you when they hear your name." Song Qingshu's feigned indignation stunned Yun Zhonghe.

However, his words struck a nerve with Yun Zhonghe, who said indignantly, "Duan Zhengchun, that scoundrel, is a dignified Prince of Dali. With just that status, how many women are waiting to throw themselves at him? Besides, he looks decent, his martial arts are good, and he has plenty of money. How can we, mere commoners of the martial world, compare to him?"

"So you've given up?" Song Qingshu raised an eyebrow, suddenly curious. "In all these years, have any of the women you've harmed had the same beauty as Duan Zhengchun's lovers?"

Yun Zhonghe's face turned a little awkward, and he had to tell the truth: "No..."

"I knew it. Instead of improving your 'business skills,' you've gone astray. Look at you now, you're skin and bones, thin as a stick, clearly drained by alcohol and women. Such a repulsive appearance, coupled with your bad reputation, only a blind woman would fall for you," Song Qingshu said dismissively, curling his lips.

"I don't need women to fall for me..." Suddenly realizing something, Yun Zhonghe became furious. "Where did this brat come from, trying to amuse me!"

Song Qingshu shook his head. "I'm telling you all this because I see your life has been quite a failure. I hope you reflect well when you reincarnate in your next life."

Yun Zhonghe let out a dry laugh and attacked with his Rotten Silver Crane Claws. Song Qingshu flipped at a peculiar angle in place, finding a gap in his defense and pointing a finger at his armpit. Yun Zhonghe felt his whole body go numb, unable to move. He exclaimed in shock, "How did you know my weak point was in my armpit?"

"It's terrible not to be cultured. 'Crane Snake Eight Strikes, the armpit is the void,' it's common knowledge." Song Qingshu said it as if it were easy, but in his heart, he thanked Wang Yuyan countless times. If not for her pointing out Yun Zhonghe's weakness in the original novel, it would have been easy for him to defeat Yun Zhonghe given his Qinggong, but it would have been impossible to capture him so easily.

Yun Zhonghe, who had committed many evil deeds, was also quite cunning. His eyes rolled, and an idea struck him. "Young brother, I heard your profound theories just now. I can see you're also a person of the same path. Since you've taken a liking to this beauty, please feel free. I respectfully yield."

"Pah! Who's of the same path as you?" Song Qingshu's sore spot was touched, and he jumped up. "Besides, your life and death are now in my control. If I truly had ill intentions towards this young lady, why would I need you to yield?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I misspoke. Great Hero is handsome and elegant, like jade trees facing the wind, dashing and unrestrained..." Yun Zhonghe's words made Song Qingshu impatient. He waved his hand to stop his flattery. "No matter how much you say, you can't escape death today. I will act on behalf of heaven and avenge the women you have defiled."

Yun Zhonghe panicked inwardly but sensing a loophole in his tone, quickly said, "As long as Great Hero promises to spare me, I can give you my ultimate skill."

"What use is your shoddy kung fu?" Song Qingshu said disdainfully.

"My martial arts are naturally insignificant in the eyes of Great Hero," Yun Zhonghe said with an awkward laugh. "But my Qinggong can rank third in the jianghu." His pride was evident in his tone.

"Oh? Who are the top two masters?" Song Qingshu became interested. He didn't have any martial arts that could rank in the top ten in the world.

"The number one Qinggong user is naturally Wei Yixiao, the Green Winged Bat King of Guangming Peak of the Ming Cult. His Qinggong is truly heaven-sent..." Yun Zhonghe spoke with admiration. "As for the second best Qinggong user, it's Dongfang Bubai of Blackwood Cliff. His ghost-like movements should also far surpass mine." Yun Zhonghe's tone was filled with dread.

"And third is you?" Song Qingshu scoffed. "What an empty boast."

Yun Zhonghe chuckled awkwardly. "Great Hero is wise. There are indeed many people in the world whose Qinggong is not weaker than mine, and none are significantly stronger than me, so I shamelessly call myself third." Seeing that Song Qingshu was not moved, he quickly added, "My Qinggong and Wei Yixiao's share the same origin. I only failed to achieve mastery due to my aptitude and internal energy."

"Oh? What Qinggong is it?" Song Qingshu was genuinely intrigued now.

"Treading Sand Without Trace!" Seeing his interest piqued, Yun Zhonghe quickly said, "As long as Great Hero spares this humble one, I promise to repent and never harm innocent women again."

"Good! Tell me the Qinggong incantation. After I verify it, I will naturally let you go." Song Qingshu's heart was pounding. If he could learn Treading Sand Without Trace, it would truly be no weaker than Lingbo Weibu!

Seeing him agree so readily, Yun Zhonghe became uncertain and said with a wry smile, "What if you go back on your word after I tell you the Qinggong incantation..."