Emperor Gan (Part 1)

Hong Yi was pondering whether he should use his status as a Provincial Graduate to shelter these three when another thought suddenly rose in his heart. "I've heard that Great Zen Temple has two martial arts—the Ox Demon Great Strength Fist and the Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist. Those two fist arts are the finest secret methods in the world for tempering sinews, flesh, skin, and bones. It's a pity they were lost twenty years ago. If I could learn them, then with only one or two years of hard training, I would certainly reach the realm of a Martial Master. By then, even a Xiantian Martial Master might not be able to withstand my Ape Demon Spirit-Confounding Staff." Shen Tiezhu spoke in a deep, muffled voice, his tone full of yearning. Though the three of them posed a potential danger, seeking redress for a blood feud was only right and proper. Helping others avenge themselves was also a matter of righteousness—something duty would not permit him to refuse. Viewed from on high, the entire imperial city resembled celestial palaces descended to earth: incomparably grand, majestic, splendid, and magnificent. It truly was the central hub from which the realm was governed. "Justice, justice..." Hong Yi muttered those two words several times, as though savoring their flavor. Then his eyes abruptly gleamed, as if he had made up his mind. "Presenting a petition to the Emperor is not something to be rushed. It must be done slowly. But your identities are far too sensitive. If even the slightest whisper leaks out, I fear you'll die without even a place to bury your bodies. Settle down first. I'll arrange for you to be registered under my household, obtain household papers, and change all your names. Then it will be seamless; no one