"Stop."
Seeing this, Old Ancestor Qingshan dashed forward and seized Zhu Yun's hand.
How could others not know what these Martial Arts Books were, yet Old Ancestor Qingshan possibly not? They were divine objects containing towering Martial Intent!
Yi Feng had arranged them there as though casually, but that did not mean they could handle them as they pleased. Even with such divine objects right before him, Old Ancestor Qingshan had not dared harbor the slightest greed. Yet Zhu Yun had carelessly tampered with them—was he tired of living?
Should he provoke that man's displeasure, the consequences would be unthinkable.
"Who told you to touch someone else's things?" Old Ancestor Qingshan barked.
Zhu Yun's face was full of grievance. As the Sect Master of the Qingshan Sect, what was the big deal about flipping through a mortal's belongings? His martial uncle's reaction was far too excessive!
Seeing this, Yi Feng could not help sighing inwardly.
This old man from Qingshan truly had excellent character. He hurriedly smoothed things over, saying, "They're just little trinkets. Look if you want to, it's nothing."
Hearing this, Old Ancestor Qingshan finally breathed a sigh of relief and released Zhu Yun's hand.
Zhu Yun casually opened a Martial Arts Book. Remember http://
The instant he opened it, the three large words Vajra Fist abruptly enlarged before Zhu Yun's eyes. Accompanied by boundless Martial Intent, they transformed into a ferocious beast and pounced at him.
"What?"
Zhu Yun was horrified. His pupils nearly burst apart as he hurriedly mobilized his cultivation to block it, yet he could not stop it in the slightest. That mysterious fist came crashing toward him with the force of withered branches and rotten wood.
"Pfft!"
Zhu Yun let out a muffled groan, nearly coughing up a mouthful of blood. His face was utterly drained.
"Huff, huff, huff."
Zhu Yun stood where he was, gulping down air. His forehead was already covered in cold sweat. Amid his lingering fear, he turned his gaze toward Old Ancestor Qingshan.
Old Ancestor Qingshan wore an equally solemn expression. He was not having an easy time either.
When Zhu Yun had opened the Martial Arts Book just now, he had glanced at it as well. But this time, viewing the book was unlike last time. The three words Vajra Fist, brimming with Martial Intent, had surged at him like raging waves and tempestuous seas. Fortunately, his cultivation was profound enough that he had not ended up as miserable as Zhu Yun.
As for why this had happened, it was likely because of the cultivation methods they practiced.
Their Qingshan Sect followed the path of softness and yin. The earlier Tai Chi Fist happened to suit them perfectly and could benefit them.
Vajra Fist, however, was an exceedingly hard fist technique, one that happened to restrain them.
Of course, in Qingshan's view, the fact that Zhu Yun had happened to open such an exceedingly hard fist technique was certainly Yi Feng's deliberate doing.
Perhaps Yi Feng had given Zhu Yun a slight punishment for his lack of tact!
However, Yi Feng paid no attention to the strange state of the uncle and nephew. Feeling a cool breeze sweep over him, he rose and said, "It's getting a little chilly. You two should come inside and sit."
With that, Yi Feng got up first and walked into the house.
"Martial Uncle, th-this..."
After Yi Feng left, Zhu Yun looked at Old Ancestor Qingshan with utter disbelief and asked.
"You, you..." Old Ancestor Qingshan pointed at Zhu Yun and berated him. "You're usually quite sensible. How did you become so blind this time? Do you know that you just took a trip through the gates of hell? You nearly got me killed too!"
"Martial Uncle, wh-what exactly is going on?" Zhu Yun asked.
"You're still asking me what's going on? Can't you see it yet?" Old Ancestor Qingshan rebuked him. "Do you really think I'd gone stupid and would be so polite to a mortal? Do you really think the young man before us is some ordinary mortal?"
"What?"
Zhu Yun's expression changed drastically. "B-but there truly isn't the slightest trace of cultivation on him!"
"Hmph!" Old Ancestor Qingshan snorted angrily. "Your inability to see his cultivation does not mean the senior lacks strength. It means your vision is too limited. Not to mention you—even I cannot see through his cultivation at all. You only need to know that he is a heaven-reaching mighty expert who has Returned to Simplicity. The Martial Arts Books beside him are the best proof."
"And just now, you disrespected him and carelessly flipped through his things. The injuries on your body are the senior's lesson for you."
"You had better remember it well."
Old Ancestor Qingshan lectured him word by word.
Remembering the terror of the Martial Arts Book just now, Zhu Yun immediately sucked in a cold breath.
He no longer dared harbor the slightest doubt toward Old Ancestor Qingshan's words, and his heart was filled with lingering fear. Thinking back on it, he really had taken a trip through the gates of hell!
No wonder, no wonder his martial uncle had been so courteous to him.
He could only hate himself for being as stupid as a pig, for failing to see it from the very beginning.
"But Martial Uncle, why would a heaven-reaching mighty expert like him appear in this tiny Pingjiang City?" Zhu Yun asked again in confusion.
At this question, Old Ancestor Qingshan's gaze turned solemn as well. Looking into the distance, he said leisurely, "I guess this senior is roaming the mortal world for amusement, and we happened to encounter him through sheer luck. But more likely..."
Old Ancestor Qingshan trailed off.
"What is it...?"
Zhu Yun held his breath, his face tense as he waited for what came next.
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