Hearing this voice belonged to the two maidservants, everyone was greatly shocked and turned to look. They saw a Korean military officer standing at the inner cabin door, carrying one maidservant by the collar in each hand like chickens, striding out boldly. Another person had burst open the cabin door and was searching inside the rooms.

Seeing Xiao Xiu and Xiao Ming captured by villains, Cui Xuanliang was greatly alarmed and quickly rushed over, shouting: “What are you doing! Release them immediately!” His tall frame and urgent steps brought him quickly before that officer. Just as he was about to strike and rescue them, he heard Cui Fengxian cry out in alarm: “Liang’er! Be careful!”

Amid the two young women’s screams, the officer leaned his upper body back and kicked straight up with his long leg. Cui Xuanliang felt darkness before his eyes as the opponent’s heel grazed his chin. In an instant, the young man’s head buzzed, his eyes rolled back, and he knelt to the ground, having fainted.

The ancient Silla martial art was called “taekkyeon.” Those with superior skills kicked extremely fast – spinning kicks, high kicks, side kicks were all shadowless and formless, impossible to guard against. Poor Cui Xuanliang had never seen such martial arts and couldn’t defend himself, suffering a great loss in an instant. Seeing his nephew fallen and motionless, Cui Fengxian was naturally shocked and was about to step forward to check when Shin Okbaek reached out to stop him, saying lightly: “Stand still and don’t move.”

“Damn your mother!” Cui Fengxian roared strangely and struck out with his left elbow toward the opponent’s chest, but heard the two young women scream in unison: “Master Cui! Master Cui! Please come save Young Master Cui!” Cui Fengxian’s heart was greatly alarmed. Looking back urgently, he saw that officer grabbing Cui Xuanliang’s collar, his right palm hovering over the nephew’s forehead, a red glow emanating from his palm.

Cui Fengxian felt half his body go cold, thinking secretly: “Silla Palm.”

Cui Fengxian was a great master of palm techniques and knew Silla had a unique palm skill combining the Central Plains’ Iron Sand Palm with the esoteric Buddhist Great Mudra, possessing extraordinary power. Practitioners first applied medicine to their palms, then struck stone walls forcefully. Initially, their palms would be bruised black and filthy, frightening to see. As skill gradually increased, the black color would disappear, replaced by vermillion, gold, blue, and green colors. When practiced to perfection, the hands would become as soft and delicate as a baby’s. Its power surpassed even the Central Plains’ Iron Sand Divine Palm.

Shin Okbaek said calmly: “Master Cui, my subordinate here has practiced to the ‘Vermillion Red Hand’ level – one palm strike can kill an ox. Would you like to see for yourself?”

Cui Fengxian feared nothing in heaven or earth except something happening to his nephew. Hearing the threat, he became tongue-tied and couldn’t even curse anymore. Seeing both sides had come to blows, Xu Erzheng quickly said: “Commander Shin, you… Korea is a nation of propriety and righteousness, friends not enemies with our China. How can you do such immoral deeds? Please release them!”

Shin Okbaek shook his head: “I’m sorry. If this official cannot find that person today, Korea may face over a million deaths tomorrow. To protect our nation’s subjects, I have no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.”

Xu Erzheng was shocked: “What do you mean a million casualties? What… what are you talking about?”

Shin Okbaek didn’t want to reveal internal details and immediately waved his hand, shouting sternly: “Men! Search and bring out that person!”

Hearing the command, all the officers became like wolves and tigers, turning over boxes and searching everywhere for the Japanese person’s whereabouts. Seeing these people from the royal court with dignified appearances acting so disgracefully, several boatmen felt indignant and wanted to intervene, but were knocked down with a few punches and kicks. Though Cui Fengxian had great martial skills, at this time he was paralyzed by fear for his nephew and dared not speak out, only able to endure and turn his face away to avoid being angered to death.

Those officers were still decent – though the two little maidservants were lovely and adorable, they didn’t even glance at them, only continuously searching rooms. In no time they had searched the entire deck and would soon check the lower cabins. Cui Xuanliang, who had fainted on the ground, slowly awakened. He sat up in confusion, somewhat unsure where he was. Looking around in bewilderment, he suddenly saw the ship in chaos with Korean officers everywhere, all fierce and menacing. Looking at his uncle with great martial skills, he only saw an anxious expression and continuous glances toward himself.

Cui Xuanliang was puzzled: “Strange, what’s wrong with uncle? Why doesn’t he act?”

He looked up and suddenly saw an officer raising his palm toward his crown. Cui Xuanliang suddenly understood: “Oh no, I’ve been captured.”

Though Cui Xuanliang was young and inexperienced, he had practiced martial arts for several years. Looking closely, he saw the officer’s palm was pale black, faintly emanating a fierce energy. If this palm struck down, his life would be in danger.

Seeing the officer surveying the scene without focusing intently on him, Cui Xuanliang conceived thoughts of escape. But the opponent’s palm was too close – he need only strike backward at his forehead to cause serious injury. He dared not act rashly but didn’t want to sit and wait for death. Just as he was troubled, he suddenly saw a canvas tarp nearby with faint purring sounds underneath and half a lion’s tail visible. Cui Xuanliang was overjoyed: “Now there’s salvation.”

At this time, everyone on the ship couldn’t move – some had poor martial skills and dared not act rashly, others had great abilities but were paralyzed by fear. The only one not under enemy control was this little lion. Cui Xuanliang’s heart pounded as he reached under the canvas and patted the little lion’s bottom, hoping it would quickly come out and bite people. When the scene became chaotic, he could escape.

Though lions are fierce, they are easier to tame than tigers. Though both are kings of beasts, their natures differ. Tigers prefer solitude, only willing to live alone in mountains and forests, going their own way. Lions are exactly opposite – they most hate being alone. Whether feeding or hunting, they always call friends and gather companions, coming in groups of three to five. Therefore, lions’ gregarious nature makes them far more approachable than tigers.

Seeing his savior sleeping behind wooden boxes, Cui Xuanliang was anxious and patted the lion’s bottom several times. But though the little lion was docile, it was extremely stupid, thinking its master wanted to scratch it. It immediately went belly-up with all four paws in the air, purring even more thunderously. Cui Xuanliang smiled bitterly with no solution. Just as he was troubled, the Korean officer had already noticed something amiss and asked coldly: “What’s under the canvas?”

These Korean officials had risked great impropriety precisely for that Japanese person. Cui Xuanliang was overjoyed, knowing the opponent had taken the bait. He laughed heartily and wanted to say the Japanese person was hiding under the canvas. But when the words reached his lips, he felt something was wrong – such direct words would inevitably arouse suspicion. For a moment he stammered, not knowing how to phrase it.

Cui Xuanliang had been sheltered by his uncle since childhood, knowing little of worldly affairs and being poor at deception. But at this time, his sweaty head and nervous expression were more effective than any conspiracy or trickery. The Korean officer grew more suspicious and bent down to look at the canvas. He saw this tarp was quite flat, not seeming to hide a person, but looking at the canvas corner, a tail was visible.

That tail was truly strange in appearance – bald and covered with brown short hair, neither like a dog nor cat, with a large fur ball at the end that swayed left and right, extremely peculiar.

As the saying goes “dog’s tail continues marten” – the Korean officer pondered slightly, knowing something strange must be under the canvas. He pressed one hand on Cui Xuanliang’s forehead, signaling him not to make a sound, then quietly touched the animal’s tail and pulled hard backward.

“Roar!” The little lion shot skyward and pounced on the man’s face, immediately clawing and biting with all four paws. The officer screamed in pain, his face already bloody.

Lions aren’t cats or dogs – they can eat meat at three months and devour people at one year old. Indeed, it was now heroically saving its master. Seeing the officer stumbling, Cui Xuanliang was overjoyed and quickly rolled forward, picking up the little lion. Just as he was about to run to his uncle, he heard Cui Fengxian shout: “Liang’er! Don’t rush over here!”

Cui Xuanliang was stunned, not knowing why his uncle was shouting. In his confusion, he suddenly heard urgent wind behind him. He quickly turned back to see the officer had already wiped the blood from his face. His right foot touched ground while his left foot spun high in a kick straight toward Cui Xuanliang’s face – the ancient “taekkyeon” technique’s “reverse back kick.”

Korean military generals were naturally valiant – the more injured they became, the more their fighting spirit blazed. This kick used full force – if it swept past the chin, lightly it would shatter the jaw completely, heavily it would break the neck bones, with intent to kill. Cui Xuanliang was greatly shocked and immediately put down the little lion, also flying out a kick – one move “Spirit Monkey Kicks Heaven” toward the opponent’s kidney area.

Both sides kicked out – the officer used the outer edge of his foot to sweep horizontally at the enemy’s face, precisely the leg technique’s “great cut” with extraordinary power. Cui Xuanliang used his heel to break toward the enemy’s middle section, precisely the Spirit Monkey Fist’s “kick” technique. When this move was executed, the upper body would naturally lean back, not only avoiding the enemy’s move but also striking the opponent’s vital point first – already winning by one move.

Seeing his nephew’s move changes so swift, Cui Fengxian was overjoyed and about to cheer loudly when Shin Okbaek said lightly: “Don’t rush – victory isn’t decided yet.” Before his words ended, a pained grunt came from the field. The Korean officer changed his footwork – his originally high-kicking right leg suddenly dropped swiftly, his heel heavily striking the nephew’s shin bone.

As they say “southern fists, northern legs” – this Spirit Monkey Fist originated in Guangnan, created by someone of short stature. Its leg techniques excelled at the four character techniques of cutting, tripping, picking, and sweeping. But for direct attacks, horizontal cuts, upward flying, and downward kicking foot techniques, it couldn’t match Korean martial arts’ fierce power. Indeed, both sides attacking with legs put the nephew at a great disadvantage. The officer pressed his advantage – seeing Cui Xuanliang’s left leg drooping, he immediately thrust his right foot forward between Cui Xuanliang’s legs, then raised his right palm to chop at his face.

Cui Fengxian was greatly anxious: “Liang’er! Escape quickly!”

Shin Okbaek said lightly: “He can’t escape. Tell this child to kneel down – we don’t want to hurt him.”

Hearing this, Cui Fengxian was both shocked and urgent. The opponent’s palm strike wasn’t meant to injure but to force the young man to kneel. Once Cui Xuanliang’s knees touched ground, his fighting spirit would be completely lost and he could be easily subdued. Then no matter how high his own martial arts, he couldn’t step forward to rescue.

The enemy’s palm emanated black energy – this was the famous “Silla Palm.” Using full force, the palm edge was black as ink, truly capable of shattering bricks and splitting stones. If Cui Xuanliang took a direct hit, his facial bones would surely shatter into dozens of pieces. Even if he could preserve his life in the future, he would be disfigured and unable to face people.

Life and death hung in an instant. At this time Cui Xuanliang was in such pain that cold sweat poured down – he had no thoughts left. Hearing Shin Okbaek speak, his knees bent slightly and his body immediately lowered. Shin Okbaek smiled slightly, knowing this child had still submitted and was about to order his subordinate to stop. But he saw the young man take a deep breath, plant his legs in horse stance, hold his left palm in a fist at his waist, and push forward with his right fist opened into a palm.

Seeing this move, the boatmen suddenly became wildly joyful and shouted in unison: “Thunder Rises in Ritual!”

The opening move of “Eight Directions Five Thunder Palm” was precisely this “Thunder Rises in Ritual.” The words were still on their lips when the officer’s “Silla Palm” had also arrived in force. When their palms touched and power clashed, there was a sound like a broken gong as the officer’s body flew backward, smashing through several wooden boxes before stopping.

The officers were dumbfounded – this youth had been so easily defeated earlier, knocked down with one kick, his martial arts quite mediocre. Who would have thought his palm skills were so exquisite? Shin Okbaek said tremblingly: “What… what martial art is this?”

Cui Fengxian sneered: “Brother, want to know? Come, grandfather will demonstrate for you.” As he spoke, he spread his horse stance, both hands supporting heaven like holding a pagoda, one foot already off the ground in a Kuixing Kicks Dipper pose, shouting sternly: “Marshal Borrows Thunder!”

The second move of “Eight Directions Five Thunder Palm” was precisely this “Marshal Borrows Thunder.” When executed, it was like the Thunder Gate Marshal descending from heaven – truly magnificent and irresistible.

Seeing Cui Fengxian’s extraordinary stance, Shin Okbaek was shocked, finally realizing the opponent surnamed “Cui” was a Central Plains heir to “Eight Directions Five Thunder Palm.” Knowing the situation was dire, he quickly planted his horse stance, gathered his energy, and shouted: “Everyone come up!” The officers heard and stepped forward, each placing hands on shoulders to form a line behind Shin Okbaek, their power flowing through to clash palms with the enemy.

“Silla Palm” originally spread around Gyeongju area, mostly practiced by military officers. Their strikes were primarily fierce, not departing from Iron Sand Palm and Black Wind Palm traditions. When it reached Queen Seondeok’s time, esoteric Buddhism was formally introduced to Korea, and “Silla Palm” thus learned various Buddhist great supernatural powers, breaking out of Iron Sand Palm’s framework to rank among today’s famous palm skills, possibly able to compete with “Eight Directions Five Thunder Palm.”

In the palm technique duel, Cui Fengxian held his left palm to heaven with right foot off ground. Though fighting one against five, he naturally couldn’t gain advantage in strength, but he yielded not an inch. His right palm still thrust straight forward. With a “clang” like metal, both sides’ palms met. Shin Okbaek’s palm force was about to overwhelm his opponent when he was shocked to feel the opponent’s power subtly drawing him, causing his body to lean right. The officers behind him also swayed, everyone’s left foot leaving the ground.

The so-called “Marshal Borrows Thunder” primarily used internal family borrowing force with external explosive force as supplement. When executed, the palm power pulled and manipulated opponents, often making them involuntarily sway with the momentum, like a marshal commanding soldiers with impressive authority.

Cui Fengxian chuckled coldly as his right foot rose higher and higher, the officers’ bodies leaning more and their left feet rising higher too. Shin Okbaek was greatly anxious, finally realizing he was stuck to his opponent. Wanting to push the opponent down but lacking sufficient force, wanting to withdraw and dissipate power but unable to. Suddenly he heard Cui Fengxian take a deep breath, pull his palm inward, then push outward, shouting: “Collapse!”

Palm force burst rightward with a “bang.” All the officers cried out and tumbled right, immediately falling to the ground in embarrassment.

In external palm techniques, striking force was mostly pure fierceness with few variations in technique. Internal palm techniques were exactly opposite – sticking, layering, borrowing, and dissipating all followed paths of overcoming hardness with softness. After years of study, Cui Fengxian realized that all palm techniques, whether internal or external family, actually had only ten methods total, collectively called “direct, tight, still, clean, cut, stick, layer, dissipate, borrow, charge.” If one could use internal elixir as substance and external methods as application, one could combine internal and external to produce five types of most difficult to resist striking forces – these were the so-called “Five Thunders.”

“Five Thunders” couldn’t be defended against, like the swords Ganjiang and Moye – whoever was struck was immediately injured. Indeed, when this move was used, no officer in the field could block it. If not for Cui Fengxian’s recent poor health and disordered qi and blood, one or two people would have had to die before it ended.

“Damn!” Cui Fengxian laughed heartily. Seeing Shin Okbaek fallen and motionless, he grabbed his collar and forcibly pulled him up. Xu Erzheng panicked: “Zhenshan! Spare others when you can! Don’t cause a major incident!”

Cui Fengxian gritted his teeth: “This man dares cause trouble on my ship? Can’t I beat him? Damn! If I don’t knock out all his teeth today, I’d have no face to meet my elder brother in the underworld!” Speaking to his anger, he threw Shin Okbaek up, then swept out a palm in mid-air to strike at Shin Okbaek’s face.

There was no law on the seas – killing and arson happened constantly. Though Cui Fengxian couldn’t kill his opponent, knocking out his two front teeth was necessary. Just as his palm was about to strike the cheek, suddenly the fog in mid-air parted and a figure silently descended, blocking in front of Shin Okbaek. His right hand lightly floated out a palm toward Cui Fengxian’s palm.

Cui Fengxian was greatly shocked, not knowing where this person had appeared from. But before their palm forces even met, a cold energy already attacked, making him shiver. Cui Fengxian knew the opponent’s martial arts were extraordinarily high and could only quickly mobilize his palm force to exchange one palm with this uninvited guest.

A thunderous crash echoed as footsteps sounded on the deck. Cui Fengxian’s qi and blood churned as he was forced back three steps by the opponent’s icy palm force. Looking at that person, though his upper body swayed somewhat, his feet remained firmly planted on the ground without yielding an inch.

“Eight Directions Five Thunder Palm” was no small matter. Especially with Cui Fengxian’s years of practice, even without using moves, his palm could carry a unique striking force. Yet the opponent could forcibly withstand it, showing extremely exquisite skills.

Cui Fengxian breathed deeply, circulating internal power to dispel the cold energy from his body, then focused to look. He saw an old man standing before him with a bronze ancient sword hanging at his waist.

Seeing the old man’s thin figure and greenish complexion like a ghost, the boatmen couldn’t help but secretly fear. Cui Fengxian took a deep breath, knowing Korea’s true main force had arrived, and quickly said: “Everyone come behind me.”

Footsteps rushed chaotically on deck as everyone squeezed behind Cui Fengxian. Cui Fengxian briefly counted heads and saw Master Xu, two maidservants, over forty boatmen, and the little lion – everyone was complete and unharmed.

Cui Xuanliang secretly observed the old man and said quietly: “Uncle, who is this person? Do you recognize him?”

Cui Fengxian put his finger to his lips and whispered: “Don’t speak yet – their people haven’t all arrived.”

Hearing the opponent still had masters yet to arrive, Xu Erzheng’s heart was even more alarmed as he quickly squeezed into the crowd, trembling all over. Cui Fengxian knew the mission was grave – the lives of everyone on the ship rested on his shoulders. He immediately stepped forward and declared loudly: “Anhui’s Cui Zhenshan is here! May I ask which distinguished person from Korea this is?”

All around was gloomy and dark with thick fog obscuring everything. Suddenly an oil lamp was lit in front, illuminating a patch of the deck. In the dim light, hobbling footsteps approached as another person arrived, laughing: “Little Cui, do you still remember me from our brief meeting thirty years ago?”

Seeing this person, Cui Fengxian immediately gasped: “Cui Zhongjiu, how… how did you come too?”

By the lamplight, everyone could see the newcomer was a lame old man of thin build. But hanging at his waist wasn’t a long sword but a slightly curved long blade, somewhat resembling a Japanese sword. Cui Xuanliang worried: “Uncle, is that a Japanese sword?”

Cui Fengxian said quietly: “No, that’s a ‘Baekje Blade.'”

“Goryeo Sword,” “Baekje Blade” – these two old men before them had great backgrounds. The one who had struck with his palm earlier wore a bronze ancient sword at his waist, while the lame one carried a Baekje long blade. Standing left and right, they had already targeted everyone on the ship.

Cui Fengxian understood these two were formerly the personal guards of Korea’s “Grand King Sinmu,” having once accompanied their master as envoys to Beijing, which is why he had met them once. He vaguely remembered the sword-bearer seemed surnamed “Liu,” but couldn’t recall his full name. As for the blade-carrying old man’s name, it remained vivid in memory – he shared his own surname and was known as the “Baekje Master” Cui Zhongjiu.

Korea’s two great northern and southern masters had both arrived, while the other six officers including Shin Okbaek had moved to the background. Seeing the enemy’s great force pressing forward, Cui Fengxian was wary and was about to speak when suddenly all the officers straightened up and neatly retreated backward. Cui Fengxian’s heart jumped, realizing they still had a commander yet to arrive.

Heavy footsteps thundered as someone slowly approached on deck. Looking hazily through the fog, this person was extremely tall. Though all the Korean officers were powerfully built, beside this person they were all several inches shorter.

The newcomer walked like a dragon and stepped like a tiger, with extremely long strides. His breathing was very low but his footsteps extremely heavy. Cui Xuanliang grabbed his uncle and said tremblingly: “Uncle, this person… this person looks so strange.”

Cui Fengxian looked carefully and was also shocked to see the newcomer carried a rectangular granite block on his back, about six feet long and two and a half feet wide, with four sealing strips pasted on top. It looked exactly like a stone coffin, making people shudder.

Seeing the opponent’s extremely long strides had brought him quite close, Cui Fengxian was alarmed and quickly pulled his nephew behind him, saying quietly: “Everyone move back.” Everyone’s footsteps scattered as they hurriedly retreated. Just then, that person slowly turned his eyes over, revealing a full head of black hair, about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with a straight nose bridge and slightly thin cheeks – an extremely handsome man.

Cui Fengxian hadn’t expected the newcomer to be so young and was slightly stunned. As he examined the man’s features, he suddenly saw the opponent’s pupils and his whole body shook violently, saying tremblingly: “A double-pupiled person.”

Xu Erzheng was also shocked: “What? He… he’s a double-pupiled person?”

Cui Xuanliang looked confused, and Old Chen and Old Lin were also bewildered, not knowing what “double pupils” meant. But Xu Erzheng and Cui Fengxian exchanged glances, both seeing the horror in each other’s eyes.

“Double pupils” were commonly called “dual pupils” – eyes with two pupils inside, which could be subdivided into “vertical double pupils” and “horizontal double pupils.” According to Han Dynasty historian Ban Gu’s records, ancient China had two people born with double pupils – one was the sage King Shun, the other was Xiang Yu the Hegemon of Western Chu. Legend said “double-pupiled people” were born with imperial appearance, often able to achieve great accomplishments and establish great enterprises. At worst, they could observe yin and yang and succeed in cultivation.

Strange tales from overseas were numerous. After catching long-necked giraffes and encountering two-headed demon rats, Cui Fengxian now witnessed a double-pupiled demon man. His legs went weak as he coughed: “Brother Shin, you… you’ve brought quite a few people.”

This Shin Okbaek had originally been somewhat important, but coming beside this group of great masters, he seemed like a dwarf entering a forest – no longer able to stand out. He was seen looking down with head bowed, not even daring to breathe deeply.

In the complete silence, the handsome man approached Shin Okbaek, surveyed all the officers, suddenly raised his hand and with a crisp “slap,” heavily struck Shin Okbaek across the face.

A scholar may be killed but not humiliated. Though Cui Fengxian had earlier captured Shin Okbaek, he hadn’t thought to humiliate him. Yet this man showed no mercy, publicly striking and humiliating him before enemies without giving any face. Just as everyone was amazed, sudden “slap,” “slap,” “slap” sounds continued as all six officers without exception each received a crisp slap.

Though Shin Okbaek was injured and hadn’t completed his mission, he had still done his best. Cui Fengxian shouted: “Brother, are you beating children on a cloudy day because you’re bored? Whatever you have to say, direct it at me – don’t bully your own people.”

The handsome man glanced sideways at Cui Fengxian, looking him over several times, then beckoned with his hand. Both “Goryeo Sword” and “Baekje Blade” approached closer. The handsome man said a few words very quietly in Korean that no one could understand. After giving his instructions, he immediately crossed his arms and sat down on the spot.

A crash sounded from the deck as something struck it. Everyone looked closely to see the handsome man sitting cross-legged on deck, the stone coffin on his back not removed, actually pressing a hole in the deck. Cui Fengxian was secretly shocked, knowing this stone coffin must contain something extremely important that couldn’t be separated from him whether sitting or lying.

In the complete silence, one person said lightly: “Little Cui, from our brief meeting thirty years ago, I wonder if you still remember this old man?”

Cui Fengxian looked up to see the speaker was lame in one leg, walking with a limp – it was that “Baekje Master” Cui Zhongjiu.

Hearing the other party begin polite conversation, Cui Fengxian naturally couldn’t curse the man’s mother and only chuckled: “Remember, of course I remember. They say good people don’t live long while disasters last a thousand years. Haven’t seen you for decades – I thought Brother Zhongjiu had gone to rest in peace, yet who would know you’re still alive and well.”

Cui Zhongjiu laughed heartily: “Well said, well said. Is that standing behind you the Heavenly Envoy Master Xu from the superior nation?”

Hearing the other party address him as “Heavenly Envoy,” Xu Erzheng trembled all over as if falling into hell, saying tremblingly: “Yes, exactly, this old man… I… I have eaten and drunk with your nation’s ‘Grand Prince Chungnyeong.’ You… you absolutely mustn’t bully me…”

Hearing the envoy so frightened, Cui Zhongjiu couldn’t help laughing: “Rest assured, sir. Even if we ate the heart of a bear and gall of a leopard, we wouldn’t dare harm a hair on your head. But sir, you should still go rest on our ship first. Otherwise, when swords clash shortly and you’re accidentally injured, we’d have no face to report to our lord.”

“Thank you, thank you…” Xu Erzheng breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he’d saved his life. He took the two maidservants and was about to defect to the new masters when he heard a “ptui” sound. Xiao Ming looked disdainful while Xiao Xiu glared directly at him, actually refusing to move.

Xu Erzheng’s face reddened. He was afraid to go forward and afraid for his life if he stayed to save face. Finally, he laughed dryly several times: “This old man… this old man has a stomachache… I… I must excuse myself.” He immediately fled madly into the cabin and locked the door.

Ginger gets spicier with age – Master Xu hid in the cabin, using a shit excuse to save his life. Cui Zhongjiu naturally didn’t make things difficult for him and only said lightly: “Good, Master Xu has left. We can handle proper business now! Come, Little Cui, let me introduce you.” He brought over that sword-bearing old man and smiled: “This is the ‘Goryeo Scholar’ Liu Juyong. During the Beijing visit years ago, he also accompanied my lord ‘Grand King Sinmu’ to Prince Yan’s mansion. I think you still remember him?”

Cui Fengxian had just exchanged a palm with Liu Juyong and knew this person’s power was profound with internal family foundations. He must have studied arts at famous Central Plains mountains in his youth. After examining the man for a while, he suddenly realized: “That’s right, ‘Goryeo Sword’ Liu Juyong – he’s a heir of the Iron Pine School beyond the passes, having practiced ‘Cold Ice Divine Palm.'”

Cui Zhongjiu smiled: “Good eyesight. Scholar Liu’s boxing follows Central Plains methods, but his swordsmanship is authentic ‘Goryeo Ancient Sword.’ Our nation has thousands of swordsmen, but only he can use such sword techniques.”

Cui Zhongjiu was known as “Baekje Master.” Though physically disabled, he was cheerful, talkative, and quite heroic. That Liu Juyong was solemn and stern – since entering, he hadn’t spoken a word and paid no attention to surrounding affairs. His gaze only remained within three feet of his position, indescribably sinister and strange.

Cui Fengxian sneered: “‘Goryeo Liu Juyong, Baekje Cui Zhongjiu’ – you two are inseparable. With such a lineup, shouldn’t even ‘Grand King Sinmu’ appear in person?”

Cui Zhongjiu frowned: “Little Cui, my lord ‘Grand King Sinmu’ died long ago. Please don’t joke about this matter.” He looked around and suddenly said: “But where is your elder ‘Cui the Invincible’? We’ve talked for quite a while without seeing him.”

In the past, the top-ranked military officer under Emperor Yongle was Cui Fengxun, whose martial arts were high enough to match Wei Kuan. The other party must be harboring apprehensions. Hearing this, Cui Xuanliang’s eyes reddened and Cui Fengxian also sighed deeply. The “Baekje Master’s” heart sank: “What? Your brother really isn’t on the ship?”

Cui Fengxian knew he couldn’t hide it and couldn’t help sighing slightly: “Very well, thanks for Brother Zhongjiu’s inquiry. My elder brother died long ago – no matter how long we talk, he won’t come out.”

Cui Zhongjiu exclaimed and cupped his hands: “So ‘Cui the Invincible’ is no longer with us. What a pity – the Central Plains martial world has lost a talent, deeply regrettable.” As he spoke, he glanced at “Scholar Liu.” Both men’s eyes met, knowing the enemy had lost one formidable person, and they couldn’t help but breathe sighs of relief.

Cui Fengxun had many nicknames in the past. When fighting, if he broke large trees, people laughingly called him “destroying the withered and pulling up the decayed.” If he injured some famous female hero, people jokingly called him “ruthless hand destroying flowers.” Breaking this, damaging that – over time he earned the nickname “Cui the Invincible.” Now that the wise man was gone and the paragon absent, if both sides fought, Cui Fengxian would be a lone palm unable to clap.

Over thirty years ago, Beijing held a night banquet entertaining a group of Korean guests. In attendance besides Emperor Yongle and Grand King Sinmu were the “Baekje Master” Cui Zhongjiu, “Goryeo Scholar” Liu Juyong, the creator of “Eight Directions Five Thunder Palm” Cui Fengxun, his brother Cui Fengxian, and Wei Kuan who later left the Central Plains as heir to “Yuan Yuan Gong” – all honored guests.

The capital was originally called Dadu, renamed “Beijing” after Emperor Taizu conquered it. That night’s banquet was when Emperor Yongle hadn’t yet ascended the throne and was merely “Prince Yan” guarding Beijing. Korea’s “Grand King Sinmu” Yi Bang-won was then only a powerless crown prince who, following his father Yi Seong-gye’s orders to visit Emperor Taizu in Nanjing, stopped in Beijing to pay respects to Prince Yan, thus creating this gathering of dignitaries at the “Prince’s Mansion Night Banquet.”

Past events like clouds and smoke all passed before one’s eyes. Decades later, “Emperor Yongle” had already passed away and “Grand King Sinmu” had long since died. Of those present that day, some dead, some scattered, only he remained – one old codger here alone resisting the Korean army.

Thinking of his deceased elder brother, Cui Fengxian’s heart ached and his eyes slightly reddened. Unwilling to lose composure before strong enemies, he immediately turned his head and spat into the sea: “Come on, let’s cut the small talk. Brother Zhongjiu, whatever you command, lay it out clearly – Cui is listening here.”

On the ship were only old and young people with only one Cui Fengxian who could fight. The “Baekje Master” couldn’t help but smile: “You understand our purpose. Please bring out that Japanese person so we can return and report.”

Cui Fengxian said coldly: “Brother Zhongjiu, what exactly is that Japanese person’s name and what crime did he commit? Could you explain clearly?”

Cui Zhongjiu turned to look at that handsome young man. Seeing him shake his head, he said: “Not to hide it from you, brother – that Japanese person committed crimes and has great connections to pirates in Mystery Sea. I must take him back for trial.” Cui Fengxian said “Oh” and asked: “Trial? When you catch pirates, don’t you usually slaughter them immediately? Since when do they need trials?”

Cui Zhongjiu said lightly: “That’s none of your business.”

These Koreans on this journey were evasive and secretive. Though they insisted this Japanese person was a pirate, when asked about his background and crimes, they remained tight-lipped. As an old hand in the martial world, how could Cui Fengxian not know something was fishy? He just yawned and smiled: “What a fine ‘none of your business.’ You don’t manage me, I don’t manage you – Brother Zhongjiu, please leave quickly. Let’s all mind our own business.”

Cui Zhongjiu’s face darkened: “Little Cui, out of consideration for our past acquaintance, I don’t want to resort to violence immediately. I advise you to bring out that person early so we can meet amicably in the future.” Cui Fengxian said lightly: “What if I refuse?”

The Baekje Master showed no emotion: “Then we fight. ‘Goryeo Sword’ Liu Juyong, ‘Baekje Blade’ Cui Zhongjiu – two old men for you to choose from.” Cui Fengxian chuckled coldly: “What? Don’t want to swarm me all at once?” Cui Zhongjiu shook his head: “Korean warriors never use numbers to bully the few. You need only defeat either of us to qualify for a match with my young master.”

Cui Fengxian frowned: “Your young master? Who is he?”

Cui Zhongjiu said lightly: “Young Master Muzhong.” Cui Fengxian was greatly shocked: “Young Master Muzhong? This nickname… it comes from his pupils, right?”

Cui Zhongjiu turned back to see the handsome young man nod slightly before saying: “My young master is from Pyongyang Province, enfeoffed as ‘Lord Huayang.’ His name cannot be spoken directly. People in the martial world all call him ‘Young Master Muzhong.’ You may address him thus as well.”

Cui Fengxian sneered: “His damn name needs to be avoided? Must be some great official, eh?”

Cui Zhongjiu heard his crude language and couldn’t help frowning: “You’re wrong. ‘Lord Huayang’ is neither official nor commoner – anyway, he’s just ‘Young Master Muzhong.’ If you’re not used to calling him that, you might address him as ‘Lord Huayang.'”

Cui Fengxian laughed: “Lord my ass! Such petty behavior from you people is truly rare. What about not using numbers to bully the few? Isn’t this still a wheel battle?” Cui Zhongjiu said lightly: “Rest assured – when you fight my young master, if he can’t take your life within three moves, we’ll consider it his loss.” Hearing this, Cui Fengxian was shocked: “Take my life?”

Cui Zhongjiu said: “Correct. My young master doesn’t like competing in martial arts because he never likes killing people. Little Cui, if you can defeat my young master, we’ll immediately sail away and absolutely won’t entangle here.”

Cui Fengxian took a deep breath while the boatmen secretly feared. Everyone on the ship unanimously looked toward that handsome young man, seeing him sitting cross-legged with that stone coffin still properly carried on his back.

Among the Korean masters present, whether “Goryeo” Liu Juyong or “Baekje” Cui Zhongjiu, the one who truly made Cui Fengxian most apprehensive was this mysterious “double-pupiled person.” Seeing the opponent gazing at him, he actually felt somewhat discouraged. Old Chen quickly stepped forward and whispered: “Second Master, don’t be stubborn – just hand over the person.”

The current situation was too disadvantageous. Not to mention the two Korean warships watching like tigers, even on deck there were gathered masters, everyone’s martial arts no less than his own. By emotion and reason, he should bow his head and yield. He pondered for a long while, suddenly seeing his nephew also looking at him. Their eyes met, and he saw his nephew’s gaze full of fear and confusion – apparently also terrified of these Korean masters.

Cui Fengxian took a deep breath and suddenly had his answer. He immediately said: “Come on, everyone, let’s fight.”

At these words, everyone was shocked and amazed. Old Chen and Old Lin quickly grabbed him, panicking: “Second Master! Have you gone mad? We have no relationship with that Japanese person – what… what are you thinking?”

Cui Fengxian glanced at his nephew and said lightly: “I want to set an example for him.”

The whole scene was thunderstruck – everyone was dumbfounded. Cui Xuanliang trembled all over, not knowing where the courage came from, suddenly rushed forward shouting: “Bad people! Don’t think that because you have more people you can bully my uncle! Come here – this young master will teach you a lesson first!”

Cui Zhongjiu saw him pointing and cursing and couldn’t help being slightly stunned: “What? Where did this child come from? Is he your son?”

Cui Fengxian shook his head and pulled his nephew behind him: “Brother Zhongjiu, this is my elder brother’s son. Our martial competition is purely adults’ business – I advise you not to involve him.”

Cui Zhongjiu smiled: “Cui the Invincible’s son? That’s a famous family’s descendant – all the more reason to compete with him.”

Seeing the matter involve his nephew and the opponent actually showing hunting enthusiasm, Cui Fengxian’s face darkened grimly: “I sincerely advise you – if you harm my nephew, ten lives wouldn’t be enough compensation.” Cui Zhongjiu smiled: “What? Does your nephew have backing?” Cui Fengxian shouted sternly: “Listen well! He’s Wei Kuan’s son-in-law!”

At the two words “Wei Kuan,” Cui Zhongjiu’s expression changed and his smile immediately vanished without trace. The other Korean officers also gasped – apparently Wei Kuan’s martial arts and prestige were sufficient to shake heroes worldwide.

In the complete silence, suddenly there was a “slap” sound as a tall black shadow stood up opposite – that handsome man had risen. He clapped his hands, and Cui Zhongjiu heard and turned, bowing respectfully to that person with an appearance as humble and obedient as a junior before an elder, completely lacking his previous arrogance.

The handsome man slowly stepped forward. In an instant, all the officers on the scene moved aside. Shin Okbaek attended in front while Cui Zhongjiu and Liu Juyong accompanied behind – this person’s retinue was as grand as royalty.

Seeing the opponent approaching closer, Cui Fengxian assumed a palm stance and said quietly: “Everyone move back.” The two maidservants were pale, each holding one of Cui Xuanliang’s hands as they slowly retreated. The boatmen trembled all over, everyone holding weapons to protect the young master in the crowd as they stepped back toward the bow.

Cui Fengxian held the pass alone, blocking in front of the crowd as he planted his horse stance. His clothes billowed with air currents, already filled with martial power.

The handsome man slowly came to a stop. He put his left hand on his hip and slowly beckoned with his right hand. Suddenly there was a “hum” sound as Liu Juyong leaped forward, drawing his sword from its sheath. Instantly cold light blazed, making everyone squint.

Korea was originally a land where culture flourished. Compared to Japanese people, they were like “Little China.” Compared to Chinese people, they were more like Turkic Jurchen, combining the wildness of Khitan beyond the passes with the refinement of Confucian Chinese, finally forging the two famous objects “Goryeo Sword” and “Baekje Blade.”

Looking at “Scholar Liu’s” precious sword, it was cast from bronze and somewhat resembled the Wu and Yue swords of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods. Water mist drifted past him, and that sword edge was like the Yalu River waters – ancient, distant, and long, making one dizzy and entranced.

“Young Master Muzhong” on the left, “Goryeo Scholar” on the right – seeing two enemies approach, Cui Fengxian couldn’t help being both panicked and urgent, immediately pointing and cursing: “Shameless scoundrels! Didn’t we agree on one-on-one? How do you want to use numbers to bully the few again?”

The handsome man gazed at Cui Fengxian and said a few words softly in Korean. Shin Okbaek translated: “Old Hero Cui, don’t be afraid. My master says you keep your word – even for a complete stranger, you won’t abandon them. Such people are very rare in the world.” Cui Fengxian cursed: “Nonsense! If your boss really admires me, then tell him to scram early and stop pestering here.”

Shin Okbaek shook his head: “Sorry. My master has responsibilities – to protect millions of Korean compatriots, he must take away that Japanese person.” Cui Fengxian roared: “Stop giving me this righteous bullshit! What does your boss really want to say? Spit it out quickly!”

Shin Okbaek said: “My young master says when two nations clash, casualties are inevitable. Now that Old Hero Cui won’t hand over the person, but the situation doesn’t allow our side to retreat – with circumstances forcing this, there’s no other way. He can only ask you to go back and leave your final words.”

Hearing “final words,” everyone on the ship was horrified. Cui Xuanliang raged: “Nonsense! You’re the ones who need to leave final words!”

Cui Fengxian’s whole body shook, knowing the opponent had absolute confidence in killing him. Thinking of his recent poor health and blocked blood vessels, suddenly an ominous thought arose – he realized his time had come.

Everyone must die. This life of sixty-five years had been ordinary and mediocre – dying would be fine. But his nephew was still young, and his two daughters at home hadn’t married yet. How could he die overseas like this? Cui Fengxian’s heart ached as he slowly lowered his head, momentarily having thoughts of surrender.

Cui Xuanliang saw him unmoving for a long time and immediately shouted: “Uncle! These people are so arrogant! Quickly kill one or two of them to show them your power!” While urging, he saw his uncle turn around and say quietly: “Old Lin, Old Chen, you two come with me – I have a few things to say.”

Cui Xuanliang was stunned, never expecting his hero uncle would truly have a day to arrange final affairs. His eyes reddened as he suddenly rushed over crying: “Uncle! Uncle! Don’t be like this! If we really can’t beat them, then let’s surrender!”

Young people are easily excited – one moment declaring war, the next crying surrender, ultimately lacking stability. Hearing his nephew’s cries, Cui Fengxian didn’t know what to say. Seeing the two maidservants also looking at him, he said: “Xiao Ming, Xiao Xiu, please watch him for me and don’t let him make trouble.”

The two maidservants lowered their heads and softly advised: “Master Cui, this matter doesn’t concern you. That Japanese person has no relationship with you – why suffer like this?” Cui Fengxian shook his head: “Two young ladies, Cui also has no relationship with you, but if you two encountered danger today, Cui would likewise protect you with his life.”

Hearing this, the two maidservants immediately exclaimed, their hearts filled with respect. Cui Fengxian pushed his nephew to them and shouted: “Watch this boy for me! Don’t let him cry and shame himself.” With that, he took his two old subordinates and turned away.

The three came to a corner of the deck. Cui Fengxian surveyed his two subordinates and said gravely: “Old Chen, Old Lin, you two have followed me all your lives. I believe I’ve treated you well. Now I have three matters to entrust to you – I hope you’ll handle them for me in the future.”

Old Chen cried: “Second Master, you’re being foolish again…” Cui Fengxian snorted: “Foolish is foolish! If there weren’t a few fools in this world, what meaning would life have?”

The two old men knew they couldn’t persuade him further and could only nod silently with tears. Cui Fengxian said coldly: “Three matters for you. First, if I unfortunately die in battle, you two bring my corpse to Yan Island and bury me beside my elder brother. Don’t bring me back to the Central Plains.”

Hearing Second Master’s determination to die, Old Chen sobbed aloud, unable to speak. Old Lin really couldn’t contain himself and shouted: “Second Master, you’re being rashly stubborn again! If you die so meaninglessly, how can I face sister-in-law?”

Thinking of his wife and daughters, Cui Fengxian stared with strange eyes as tears rolled in his sockets: “The… the second matter – after I die, give this ship to the brothers. Hope you’ll support each other and… and every month take some silver to provide for…” At this point, as if unable to continue, he could only grit his teeth and turn his head away, struggling to say: “Provide for my wife and children. If Cui knows this underground, he’ll be grateful to tears.”

The two old men lowered their heads, already crying uncontrollably. These former Yongle troops had long borne the world’s condemnation for “pacifying difficulties,” but their brotherhood had only grown deeper. Cui Fengxian bit his teeth: “The last matter concerns Liang’er.”

Cui Fengxian was entrusting his orphan. The two old men cried bitterly and knelt down, weeping: “Second Master, rest assured – even if we fight with these old lives, we’ll support the young master to grow up.”

Hearing this, Cui Fengxian couldn’t help feeling comforted and showed a smile: “My elder brother and I depended on each other from childhood. Seventeen years ago we parted midway – he only left me this posthumous son. Cui’s only wish in this life is to raise the child to become successful, watching him become an upright man. Then Cui would die without regrets.”

Old Lin cried: “Second Master, if you can’t bear to leave the young master, then surrender to those people.” Cui Fengxian raged: “Bullshit! What I hate most in this life are those cowards who fear death and betray friends for glory. If I taught Liang’er to become a shameless scoundrel today, how could I face my elder brother after death?”

Cui Fengxian was a stubborn man who had done countless foolish things in his life. Old Chen and Old Lin knew his temperament and could only sob and nod their heads.

Cui Fengxian took a deep breath: “Remember, after I die, you two must take Liang’er and deliver him to Wei Kuan. Say this child lost his parents young, and now… now his uncle has unfortunately died on the journey. Beg Wei Kuan… beg Wei Kuan…” At this point his heart ached and tears finally rolled down his cheeks as he choked out: “For my elder brother’s sake, he must accept him as a disciple.”

When a man is about to die, his cries are mournful. Seeing Second Master weeping, Old Lin and Old Chen cried loudly: “Second Master! If… if you want the young master to find another teacher, then… then what about the Cui family martial arts? Who will inherit them in the future?”

Cui Fengxian wiped away his tears and sighed: “Fools, the Danding Sect’s greatest skill is ‘Yuan Yuan Gong,’ while my Cui family’s ‘Eight Directions Five Thunder Palm’ is the pinnacle of external hard martial arts. If Wei Kuan is willing to teach ‘Yuan Yuan Gong’ to Liang’er…” At this point his eyes showed brilliance as he took a deep breath: “The day when my Cui family achieves renown throughout the world is at hand.”

The two old men said tremblingly: “Second Master, so you… you came here seeking marriage precisely for this ‘Yuan Yuan Gong’?”

Cui Fengxian nodded: “Exactly, this is my purpose in coming to Yan Island to seek marriage. I myself am limited by internal power – though I have ‘Eight Directions Five Thunder Palm,’ I can only reach the third form and no further. If Liang’er practices both internal and external methods, possessing the supreme internal power of ‘Yuan Yuan Gong’ combined with the invincible striking force of ‘Eight Directions Five Thunder,’ dominating the martial world is within reach.”

The two old men exclaimed, finally understanding Cui Fengxian’s foresight in planning his nephew’s entire life. He patted his two subordinates’ shoulders: “Remember, if I unfortunately die, you two must tell Liang’er that he needn’t avenge me.” Old Chen cried: “Why?”

Cui Fengxian said: “I don’t hate those Koreans, but I also cannot hand over that Japanese person. Because I have shame, I must fight for my principles. Remember, if Liang’er loses his way in the future and does something shameful to his ancestors, you two tell him my words today – make him know shame.”

Seeing his two subordinates crying and nodding, Cui Fengxian felt comforted, knowing they would certainly fulfill their trust. He straightened his clothes and stepped into the field. Seeing Liu Juyong already waiting, he immediately said: “Brother Liu, sorry to keep you waiting.”

Shin Okbaek asked lightly: “Old Hero Cui, have you finished arranging your final words?”

Cui Xuanliang had been crying with his head down. Hearing this, he was immediately furious and was about to rush forward when the two maidservants held him back. Cui Fengxian smiled calmly: “Thank you for Brother Shin’s concern. I only hope you gentlemen keep your promise – if Cui can win, you’ll leave as agreed.”

Shin Okbaek turned to look at that handsome young man, then said: “Rest assured. We Korean warriors value honesty most. If Old Hero Cui unfortunately dies, we’ll only take that Japanese person and absolutely won’t trouble your nephew.”

Hearing the other party mention his nephew again, anger flashed in Cui Fengxian’s eyes. He snorted, interlocked his knuckles and rubbed them with crackling sounds, then walked before Liu Juyong, shouted, and heavily stomped his foot before solemnly cupping his hands: “Anhui’s Cui Er! Pays respects to Grand Master Liu!”

Cui Fengxian had traveled overseas for years and his reputation wasn’t as resounding as his elder brother’s. But at this moment, cupping his hands and bowing, his whole body revealed martial power, displaying the bearing of a famous master. The Korean officers watching all secretly nodded.

Liu Juyong’s internal martial arts inherited from the “Iron Pine Sect” beyond the passes, so he could be considered a Central Plains martial figure. Seeing Cui Fengxian’s courtesy, he also raised his long sword with its tip pointing skyward, returning the salute.

Cui Fengxian saw his grandmaster bearing and naturally couldn’t curse crudely, so he bowed again: “Sir, no need for courtesy. You and I each have our reasons – neither needs to yield to the other! Life and death will bear witness! Please grant me instruction!” As he spoke, his clothes fluttered as he assumed a fighting stance.

Liu Juyong saw his movement techniques and knew the opponent was skilled at close combat. He immediately retreated a step, sword tip pointing down, eyes observing his nose, nose observing his heart, waiting for Cui Fengxian’s move.

Seeing the opponent silent and motionless, Cui Fengxian was also secretly wary. He stole glances at the opponent’s precious sword – it was wider than Central Plains swords with a longer hilt. In the hazy mist, the sword edge was covered with verdigris, appearing blue-green with “Great Martial God King” cast in seal script, and some inscription below that was too distant to read clearly.

“Goryeo Sword” resembled ancient Wu and Yue swords. This “Great Martial God King Sword” had a broad blade weighing at least twenty-some pounds. Its sword techniques must be ancient and slow – if he could attack quickly, there might be a chance for victory.

Cui Fengxian knew his recent poor circulation couldn’t sustain prolonged battle. Having roughly calculated his strategy, his figure swayed slightly as he was about to advance and test moves when suddenly there was a “hum” sound. Brilliant light flashed before him as the long sword was already rushing toward his face.

Cui Fengxian was shocked, not expecting the sword to be so fast. He quickly jerked his head to dodge but was still a step too slow.

Blood slowly seeped out, staining his neck red. Everyone on the ship said tremblingly: “Second Master…”

“Damn!” Cui Fengxian cursed and raised his hand to wipe his face, finding his palm covered in fresh blood. The opponent’s sword technique was unimaginably fast, actually cutting a three-inch gash in his left cheek in the blink of an eye.

The bronze ancient sword was heavy and old, yet its sword techniques could strike like lightning. The opponent must have practiced “Cold Ice Divine Palm,” giving him such tremendous wrist strength. Cui Fengxian knew trouble was brewing. Seeing weapons scattered on the ground, he immediately flicked his toe to pick up a single-edged sword and gripped it in his palm.

Cui Fengxian usually relied solely on his bare palms against enemies. Now holding a single sword inevitably surprised the boatmen slightly. Old Chen and Old Lin had known him for years and secretly nodded, knowing Second Master was going all out.

The more one doesn’t fear death, the less willing one is to die easily. At this critical moment, Cui Fengxian desperately sought survival. Only thus could he watch his children grow up.

The two great masters faced each other and began moving their feet. Both sides stared eye to eye, face to face, each lowering their stance. Suddenly sword light flashed again – Liu Juyong’s sword was even faster this time. But Cui Fengxian was already prepared. Like lightning, he swung his blade out. With a crisp “clang,” sword and blade met with sparks flying, and his single sword had already broken in two.

Cui Fengxian was greatly shocked, finally understanding the opponent’s precious sword was extraordinary. He forcefully threw the single sword, rolled on the spot, then flicked his toe to kick up a crescent moon broadsword and attacked forward.

The crescent moon blade was ten feet long, weighing sixty-four pounds, with a steel shaft. Cui Fengxian usually used it to stabilize the ship’s ballast and never thought to use it against enemies. But now with the opponent wielding a peerless precious sword, he could only take out Lord Guan’s great iron blade, hoping to use its heavy weight to bend or break the “Great Martial God King Sword.”

With a thunderous crash, the crescent moon blade chopped through the air. Liu Juyong raised his sword to block. With a crisp “clang,” the crescent moon blade cracked open, the “Great Martial God King Sword” embedded in the blade edge, its momentum undiminished as it continued forward. With a “whoosh,” the broken blade flew out and fell into the sea. Seeing the opponent’s “Great Martial God King Sword” so sharp, Cui Fengxian grunted and quickly flipped backward. After one leap, he held a two-zhang grappling spear in his hands.

This “grappling spear” was used in naval warfare, twice as long as pear blossom spears or red-tasseled spears. Especially, the spear shaft wasn’t cast iron but made of wood, flexible and durable like a staff. Cui Fengxian had practiced “pear blossom spear” in the army in his early years – thrusting, pointing, circling, blocking, every move was skilled. With the spear’s length advantage over the sword, perhaps he could compete with his opponent.

With two shouts, Cui Fengxian kept the spear tip distant from the opponent’s long sword and thrust toward Liu Juyong’s throat.

“Clang!” Sword and spear met, Cui Fengxian’s spear tip flew off, leaving an empty pole. Another “swish” sounded, and Cui Fengxian held two drying poles. Swish, swish, swish – wind rushed urgently until Cui Fengxian had only one curse left. He threw all the pole pieces out and used a donkey roll to escape on the ground.

This “Great Martial God King Sword” was truly a rare ancient treasure, refined through hundreds of years of tempering. When struck, blue light shifted and its edge was incomparably sharp. Cui Fengxian had used single sword, crescent moon blade, and two-zhang grappling spear, yet none could prevail. The Korean officers watching him flee in all directions couldn’t help shaking their heads. Cui Zhongjiu sighed: “I’ve heard Cui Zhenshan was fierce as a tiger, but seeing him fight, he’s actually agile as a monkey – truly eye-opening.”

Cui Xuanliang raged: “What are you babbling about? My uncle is unarmed – what do you expect him to do?” Cui Zhongjiu smiled: “Who says he’s unarmed? Don’t you see weapons all over the ground? He doesn’t want to use them – who else can he blame?” Cui Xuanliang couldn’t stand provocation – a few cold words made him furious. He was about to charge forward when the two maidservants quickly embraced him.

At this time, strong enemies surrounded them. Cui Fengxian had repelled one, but two more remained behind. Moreover, Koreans were known for their determination – having already shown killing intent, they wouldn’t suddenly soften and withdraw. Cui Fengxian dodged left and right, sighing inwardly: “Forget it, forget it. Today I’ll do my human best and leave the rest to heaven – at least I won’t shame the name of a good man.” Just as he felt discouraged, he suddenly saw a rattan cane lying on deck – normally used to discipline the little lion. His heart leaped with joy: “Got it! My life isn’t over yet!”

Rattan was both flexible and hard. No matter how sharp the opponent’s precious sword, it couldn’t cut through it in one strike. He shouted and used “Spirit Monkey Fist’s” “Opportunistic Grab,” bending to snatch up the rattan and strike toward Liu Juyong’s wrist.

“Swish!” The opponent’s long sword reversed to chop down. After the rattan took the force, it immediately gained a notch but only bent slightly backward without breaking. Cui Fengxian was overjoyed: “It works!” He had waited long for this instant opportunity. Immediately his body flipped sideways, his right foot flew out toward the opponent’s wrist. The Korean officers’ hearts sank, all thinking: “This man’s move changes are so fast.”

Cui Fengxian was sixty-five but extremely agile. Liu Juyong also reacted quickly, suddenly angling his sword slightly with the edge aimed at Cui Fengxian’s sole, intending to let him impale himself.

“Ha!” Cui Fengxian braced with his right hand and used his ultimate technique “Double Flying Legs.” His right foot soared while his left foot immediately followed up, actually kicking the sword’s smooth surface. This kick carried several hundred pounds of force – even if the “Great Martial God King Sword” were ten times stronger, it would be forcibly broken.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz – the sword tip vibrated back and forth with buzzing sounds. This sword actually combined hardness and flexibility. Cui Fengxian was stunned to see the opponent’s blade thrusting toward his chest. He quickly raised the rattan to block. With a “crack,” the rattan took a direct sword strike and split down the middle before scattering into pieces.

The “Great Martial God King Sword” was truly a rare treasure – incomparably sharp yet flowing like water. At this time both sides were only five feet apart. Cold light flashed before him as the long sword continued its momentum toward his chest. Poor Cui Fengxian was weaponless – he couldn’t dodge in time and couldn’t catch it bare-handed. The boatmen’s hearts were filled with grief as they all cried: “Second Master!”

A cold star flew before him, about to penetrate his chest. Cui Fengxian took a deep breath, immediately planted his horse stance, placed his left fist at his waist, and pushed his right palm toward the sword tip, roaring: “Thunder Rises in Ritual!”

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz – heaven and earth revealed a marvel. A sword tip curved backward while Cui Fengxian planted his legs in horse stance, pushing forward with his right palm, actually using invisible palm wind to bend the blade. Amid cheers, all the Korean officers were greatly shocked, realizing this man’s external palm arts had reached transformation – absolutely not to be underestimated.

The moment of close combat arrived. Cui Fengxian was about to begin his counterattack. He assumed the golden rooster stance, using his right palm’s force to push away the blade, then shouted again: “Marshal Borrows Thunder!”

The second form of “Eight Directions Five Thunder Palm” was precisely this “Marshal Borrows Thunder.” In a thunderous roar, the South Heaven Gate Marshal descended to manifest his spirit. A fan-like great palm struck forcefully, already approaching Liu Juyong’s chest. At this time his long sword was constrained by the opponent. Helplessly, he could only raise his left hand and respond with “Cold Ice Divine Palm.”

A thunderous crash sounded as cold ice true force collided with “Marshal Borrows Thunder.” Internal power met striking force, souls flying and spirits scattered. Seeing this invincible “Scholar Liu” swaying unsteadily, Cui Fengxian breathed deeply and activated his palm’s sticky force, fearing one “Marshal Borrows Thunder” wouldn’t defeat him. He used full palm strength to slowly draw the opponent’s body toward him.

“Excellent!” The boatmen were overjoyed, all cheering loudly for their boss. Cui Zhongjiu grunted and gritted his teeth: “Good for you, Little Cui – you actually kept this skill in reserve.”

Earlier Cui Fengxian had played the fool only for this moment of triumph. He knew the Iron Pine Sect’s “Cold Ice True Energy” had its unique secrets and he must deliver the final blow. Seeing the opponent’s body already before him, he immediately crouched in horse stance, suddenly spreading both hands outward and roaring furiously: “Heaven Opens Thunder Gate!”

The third form of “Eight Directions Five Thunder Palm” was precisely this “Heaven Opens Thunder Gate.” Cui Fengxian’s beard bristled and eyes bulged as his hands pulled up and down, creating a palm momentum. Liu Juyong was pulled by the mighty palm force, his hands forced to separate up and down, his precious sword bent like an arched bridge by this tremendous force, ready to break at any moment.

Cui Fengxian summoned his lifetime’s power, forcing Liu Juyong’s chest and abdomen completely open – victory and defeat were already decided. He took a deep breath, immediately withdrew his right palm and struck straight toward the opponent’s chest. Cui Xuanliang rejoiced: “Uncle won! Uncle won!”

Amid the ship’s cheers, Cui Fengxian’s palm force was already released, about to reach Liu Juyong’s chest, when his figure suddenly stopped. Cui Xuanliang was amazed: “Uncle, what… what’s wrong with you?”

With a “retch,” Cui Fengxian opened his mouth and spewed a large mouthful of fresh blood. Clearly his strength was exhausted.

“Eight Directions Five Thunder Palm” most depleted internal power. Cui Fengxian’s qi and blood were already disordered, and that “Heaven Opens Thunder Gate” greatly damaged his dantian’s inner breath. At this moment, his strength was finally exhausted and he couldn’t continue.

Heaven’s will was thus – what more could be said? Cui Fengxian smiled bitterly and glanced at his nephew, signaling farewell.

With a “puff,” a long sword pierced through his chest. Cui Fengxian’s body bounced upward. Liu Juyong pulled his hand back, blood spraying as Cui Fengxian looked at his nephew, his body going limp as he slowly closed his eyes.

“Second Master!” “Second Master!” The boatmen cried loudly, everyone rushing over. Liu Juyong shouted, sword light spinning to frighten everyone back, then bent down to check Cui Fengxian’s breathing. After confirming victory and defeat, he bowed to “Young Master Muzhong” and walked back to the crowd.

Seeing Liu Juyong leave, the boatmen tearfully rushed over. Finding Cui Fengxian’s body curled up and already breathless, cries shook the heavens. Cui Xuanliang neither cried nor went over, just stood dumbly in the distance, seeing his uncle lying in Old Chen’s arms with eyes tightly closed and a trace of smile at his mouth, as if asleep. The boatmen desperately called him but couldn’t wake him.

The two maidservants grabbed Cui Xuanliang, crying: “Young Master Cui, your uncle is dead! Go look quickly! Hurry!”

“Hmph.” Cui Xuanliang snorted loudly, forcefully shaking off his hands and pushing the two girls away, walking proudly away several steps.

No need to look, no need to care, no need to be sad – because this was all fake, this was a dream. As long as he woke up tomorrow morning, uncle would come alive again. Why cry then?

“Haha, it’s completely fake.” Cui Xuanliang laughed, desperately holding back his tears. He kept telling himself it wasn’t real – this was all fake, all seen in dreams. When he woke up, uncle would take him to seek marriage, then he’d bring his beautiful new bride home to play with his two cousin sisters…

Just as he was thinking, suddenly his back hurt as someone pushed him hard. He fell to the ground, touching his aching back and turning to see several Korean officers divided into groups heading below deck. They were coming to arrest people again.

“Bad people…” After one sob, Cui Xuanliang’s tears rolled down because this wasn’t a dream – his back really hurt but he couldn’t wake up. He stared dumbly at those bad people, suddenly let out a shrill scream and rushed to the cabin entrance, crying loudly: “Bad people! Don’t let you enter my uncle’s ship! Go away! Go away!”

With a “bang,” Cui Zhongjiu lightly kicked with his lame foot, sending him rolling on the ground. Cui Xuanliang gasped, suddenly climbed up, planted his horse stance, and pushed forward with one palm.

“Thunder Rises in Ritual” came! Several Korean officers knew this palm technique was formidable and dodged aside. Cui Zhongjiu grunted impatiently and also met with a palm strike toward Cui Xuanliang’s palm.

When both sides’ palm forces met, Cui Zhongjiu suddenly exclaimed in surprise, feeling the palm force from the opponent wasn’t strong but seemed to mix several forces, sometimes loose, sometimes tight, subtle and ingenious. Shocked, he was about to forcefully push Cui Xuanliang away when suddenly his feet shook violently, involuntarily retreating two steps. He applied force at his knees trying to stand steady when suddenly his lame leg went soft, losing balance and falling backward.

Cui Zhongjiu grunted. Before his back touched ground, he suddenly struck his palm toward the earth, borrowing momentum to flip up and stand again – his movement could be called extremely agile. Embarrassed and angry, he shouted: “Stinky brat! I promised your uncle to spare your life – don’t be ungrateful and insist on seeking death!”

“Beat you to death!” Cui Xuanliang was like a madman. Hearing his strange roar, he again struck out a palm, his heart filled with one stubborn thought to oppose these people to the end, as if such stubbornness could bring uncle back to life. Cui Zhongjiu knew his palm technique was formidable and didn’t make a move this time, only darkening his face and saying coldly: “Little brother, don’t force me to get serious – that would draw blood.”

With a “swish,” cold light blazed before him as the “Baekje Blade” had already left its sheath.

The “Baekje Master’s” entire martial arts lay in his blade. Once holding the blade, he was truly a grandmaster with intimidating presence. But at this time Cui Xuanliang was like a mad tiger, disregarding everything and just striking fiercely at the opponent.

“Young Master!” The boatmen were greatly alarmed and rose, finally realizing Cui Xuanliang was doing something foolish. Immediately everyone rushed forward one after another to rescue him, but with the “Baekje Master’s” martial arts, how could they arrive in time? The precious blade traced a semicircle, ready to sever Cui Xuanliang’s arm at any moment.

With a tremendous “clang,” a wooden stick struck out, hitting exactly on the “Baekje Blade’s” surface, causing the blade to deflect backward and then strike downward, nearly hitting Cui Zhongjiu’s wrist, actually forcing him to retreat a step.

In the general amazement, everyone turned their heads toward the cabin entrance.

Heavy footsteps were heard as a Japanese man holding a wooden stick, gasping for breath and leaning against the cabin door, slowly walked out.