As the mistress and her servant were talking, the sound of footsteps ca from outside the door again.
This ti, a young man dressed in black robes entered.
The young man had refined, handso features, even more striking than the bow-carrying youth from before. He carried himself with an extraordinary air.
For so reason, however, a strange aura clung to him—a coldness tinged with an oppressive feeling that made one instinctively want to keep their distance.
"This one is so handso!" Chrysanthemum couldn’t help but exclaim in a hushed voice.
But just as the black-robed youth was about to step over the threshold, soone suddenly shouted from behind him, "Chu Fan, slow down! I still have sothing to say to you!"
The youth turned at the sound of the voice, but his foot caught on the threshold, and he pitched forward!
A sudden gust of wind blew from outside the hall, making the curtains sway lightly, as if to add a touch of chaos to the clumsy scene.
Just as he was about to take an embarrassing fall, his reaction was lightning-fast.
He planted one hand on the ground, using the montum to flip his body. He executed several clean sorsaults in a row, finally landing in a half-kneeling pose like the Terminator!
The sight left both Duan Qingling and Chrysanthemum, who were in the main hall, completely stunned.
Duan Qingling was inwardly shocked. ’Such a fast reaction!’
’Wait...’
’He’s Chu Fan?’
’Then who was that just now?’
’Did I actually mistake soone else for him?’
Cao Feng, Li Qingxue, and the others who entered after him also stared wide-eyed at the scene.
Chu Fan, however, remained unfazed. He rose slowly and declared loudly to the person who had followed him in, "See that? I’ve perfected my Hawk Form Body Technique from the Twelve Forms Fist. Ordinary people can’t compare!"
The hall fell silent, the only sound being the soft jingle of the bronze bells on the eaves.
Cao Feng, Li Qingxue, and the others exchanged glances, trying their best to stifle their laughter.
Chrysanthemum, however, couldn’t hold back and let out a PFFT of laughter. "Um... I may not be from the Seven Stars Gang, but I’ve seen the Twelve Forms Fist before. How is that the Hawk Form Body Technique? You clearly almost tripped and fell. It was a complete ss!"
Chu Fan raised an eyebrow at Chrysanthemum. "And who might you be?"
Chrysanthemum puffed out her chest, quite proud. "My na is Chrysanthemum!"
"...A fine na." Chu Fan’s mouth twitched.
"Of course it is!" Chrysanthemum glanced smugly at Duan Qingling. "My lady gave the na."
Hearing this, Chu Fan’s gaze shifted to Duan Qingling.
Duan Qingling’s face reddened slightly as she nodded politely.
Chu Fan returned the nod with a smile, then strode quickly toward the inner hall.
As soon as Chu Fan left, Chrysanthemum imdiately said, "My lady, we got the wrong person just now. It turns out the one who ca in after was the real Chu Fan... But, although he’s a bit more handso than the last one, he’s a total blockhead."
"Chrysanthemum!" Duan Qingling chided softly. "You should be slapped for running your mouth like that!"
Chrysanthemum pouted aggrievedly and lowered her head.
Just then, Cao Feng and Li Qingxue walked over.
Duan Qingling imdiately stood up. "Qing Ling greets Uncle Cao and Qingxue."
...
「Inside the inner hall.」
A pot of cold tea sat on the table, its steam long gone, which only seed to accentuate the heavy atmosphere in the room.
Zhao Tianxing was speaking in a low voice with Chen Xuan, the master of the Moon Arrow Martial Arts Hall, with a few bursts of laughter heard from ti to ti.
Wang Kaishan, the master of the Mountain Opening Boxing Hall, stared at Chu Fan, who was sitting on the other side, with an incredibly complicated expression.
When he had co to the Seven Stars Gang a few days ago and learned that he had missed out on such a genius disciple, he had nearly coughed up blood.
Little did he expect, an even greater shock was yet to co—
Cao Yan had been hunted by people from the Moon Worship Sect and Seven Stars Castle, and in the end, he had been rescued by Chu Fan!
Although he didn’t know the specifics of what had happened in the Mist Marsh, he was completely certain of one thing...
Chu Fan’s strength was comparable to soone at the Mortal Transformation stage!
But the problem was, Chu Fan clearly hadn’t reached Mortal Transformation yet!
Wang Kaishan’s heart turned to ash as he watched Chen Xuan chatting and laughing with Zhao Tianxing. ’The heavens are too unfair! Why did all the good fortune go to that old bastard?’
’If that fool Deng Rong hadn’t driven him away back then, this genius would be my disciple now, and the Mountain Opening Boxing Hall could have risen because of him!’
He hadn’t had a single peaceful night’s sleep these past few days.
The thought of losing such a talent made him want to beat his chest and stamp his feet. He tossed and turned at night, his mind consud with "what ifs."
Suddenly...
His disciple, Deng Rong, walked in. "Master, we’ve finished packing. Are we heading back to the Martial Arts Hall now?"
After Cao Yan’s incident, Wang Kaishan and Chen Xuan had stayed behind, fearing a potential crisis within the Seven Stars Gang.
Now that Cao Yan had been rescued by Chu Fan and three days had passed with no movent from Seven Stars Castle, the two planned to leave—leaving only so of their elite disciples at the Seven Stars Gang.
"Deng Rong..."
Wang Kaishan’s mouth twitched twice. "Perform the Mountain Opening Fist for . Let see if you’ve been slacking lately."
He looked at Deng Rong, his heart filled with rage.
’It was this brat who drove Chu Fan away!’
’And now look. The boy has beco the prized disciple of Cao Feng and Chen Xuan, and he even saved Cao Yan, while I can only watch here, green with envy.’
"Huh? Right here?" Deng Rong was baffled, but he obediently began to practice the "Mountain Opening Fist."
Chen Xuan and the others stopped their conversation, watching Deng Rong practice the fist form with so confusion.
Deng Rong finished one set and was waiting for a word or two of praise from his master, but sothing unexpected happened—
Wang Kaishan, having found a bamboo cane from sowhere, brought it down on Deng Rong with a sharp WHACK!
"OW!"
Deng Rong leaped three feet in the air from the pain. "Master, why did you hit ?"
"..."
Chen Xuan, Zhao Tianxing, and the others were all dumbfounded.
’Why did I hit you?’
’You idiot! You pushed a Golden Phoenix out the door, and now soone else has reaped the rewards. How could I not be furious!’
"I told you to practice your fist form properly!" Wang Kaishan said, fuming. "What is this garbage you’re performing?!"
"It’s worse than dog shit!"
In truth, he knew Deng Rong’s performance was quite good. But whenever he thought of Chu Fan, looking at his own disciple just irritated him more and more.
As he spoke, he lashed Deng Rong two more tis, making him jump around like a monkey in pain.
"HEY, HEY, HEY!"
Chen Xuan couldn’t watch any longer. "If you’re angry about sothing, there’s no need to take it out on a junior! I thought the ’Mountain Opening Fist’ Deng Rong just perford was excellent!"
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