Dragon Bones Like Jade, Blood Drops Melting Gold! A Fated Disciple? Say That Again When You See Duan

The Milky Way poured down the night, hanging a wheel of stars and moon.

In late autumn, darkness fell early. Some laborers who had spent the day toiling returned home only to find their wives just lighting the kitchen fires, wisps of smoke curling upward.

But on Fire Kiln East Street, within a desolate alley—

One residence seemed like a furnace brought to the boil. Billows of black smoke, carrying scalding vapor, surged straight into the sky, crushing down all the cooking smoke around it.

Instructor Liao, whom Wei Dingchang of the Wind and Cloud Association had invited over and who had spent the entire day rushing about, raised his white brows and frowned sharply.

"Did something catch fire in the middle of the night?"

Following the address he had obtained from the Wind and Cloud Association's Fire Kiln, he fixed his gaze ahead.

Only to discover that the residence which looked as though it were "on fire"—

Was precisely his destination.

He immediately rolled up his sleeves, exposing his sturdy arms, and lifted a battle blade, looking thoroughly menacing.

"So this is the home of the martial man who got there first and stole this old man's 'Fated Disciple'?"

"That Yang fellow from Tiger Leopard Hall didn't even fart a word or show his face. He refused to explain the situation."

"That old bastard Lu Chengfeng only said he was a one-armed Outer Force practitioner. He said nothing else."

"But... since he lives in such a remote place, he presumably isn't anyone with substantial family wealth or a deep background."

"He's most likely some ruined fellow who emptied his fortune to cultivate half a lifetime of martial skill. He can barely support himself, so how could he possibly afford to teach someone else?"

"Teaching a disciple is like raising