Ask Wudang Chapter 175

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After exchanging pleasantries, Ye Qingfeng looked at Qiu Qianren, who was standing beside him. At this moment, although Qiu Qianren had already cut his hair, he still had a full beard, and his face was fierce, no less than in his younger days. Moreover, there was not a trace of a monk’s compassion and peace on him; instead, he was filled with malevolence. Just standing there, he looked like an enraged Vajra, possessing a natural imposing presence.

Seeing Ye Qingfeng look at Qiu Qianren, Grandmaster Yideng quickly introduced, “This is my disciple, his dharma name is Ci’en.”

Ye Qingfeng said, “I know him, the former Iron Palm Water Strider Qiu Qianren.”

Upon hearing his name revealed, Qiu Qianren immediately raised his eyes to look at Ye Qingfeng and asked, “You recognize this old monk?”

Ye Qingfeng said, “This is our first meeting, but I have long heard of your reputation.”

Qiu Qianren clasped his hands and said, “Amitabha, the past is like fleeting clouds. There is no longer Qiu Qianren in this world, only Ci’en.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingfeng felt rather amused. The once merciless killer Qiu Qianren was actually reciting Buddhist chants. It was one thing to recite Buddhist chants, but he was clearly full of malevolence yet forced a benevolent expression, which was extremely hypocritical. However, Ye Qingfeng also knew that Qiu Qianren truly wanted to change for the better, but because he was plagued by inner demons and could not escape the shadows, he was so contradictory.

Just then, a shrill voice came through: “Second Brother? Is that you?”

Turning his head, the person who arrived was indeed Qiu Qianchi. She was sitting in a wheelchair, pushed by two green-clad disciples, with Gongsun Lü’e following by her side. At this moment, Qiu Qianchi no longer looked like the half-human, half-ghost she was before, but her face was still repulsive. She had originally been unwilling to see Ye Qingfeng and the others, but then suddenly received news that Qiu Qianren had arrived, which prompted her to appear.

Having suffered for many years, almost dying several times, and now having escaped and seen her second brother again, Qiu Qianchi was extremely emotional.

Qiu Qianren looked at Qiu Qianchi, a puzzled expression on his face, and asked, “You are…”

Qiu Qianchi said, “Second Brother, I am your third sister Qiu Qianchi. Don’t you recognize me?”

“Third Sister?”

Upon hearing this, Qiu Qianren’s eyes immediately widened, his face filled with disbelief. “You are truly my third sister? Why did you end up like this? Oh, where is my brother-in-law Gongsun Zhi? Why don’t I see him?”

At the mention of Gongsun Zhi, Qiu Qianchi’s face became distorted with rage, and she shrieked, “Second Brother, the reason I became like this is because of that scoundrel Gongsun Zhi. But he’s dead now, which is letting him off easy.”

Qiu Qianren said in a deep voice, “That scoundrel dared to treat you like this, it’s truly hateful…”

“Amitabha!”

Before he could finish his sentence, Grandmaster Yideng interrupted, “Ci’en, since you have entered the monastic life, you must no longer harbor anger.”

Before Qiu Qianren could even speak, Qiu Qianchi shrieked, “What monastic life? What anger? What nonsense are you talking about, you smelly monk? My second brother is the dignified leader of the Iron Palm Sect, how could he become a monk?” Then she turned to Qiu Qianren and continued, “Second Brother, you must not be bewitched by this smelly monk. Everything he says is a lie. Big Brother was killed, and I was harmed like this. Now people are even coming to our door to bully us orphans and widows. If you become a monk, who will avenge us?”

Upon hearing these words, Qiu Qianren trembled all over, and a fierce glint flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Plagued by malevolence, he was already unstable. With Qiu Qianchi’s instigation, he immediately wavered.

Seeing this, Grandmaster Yideng quickly said, “Ci’en, you must not harbor false thoughts, or all your efforts will be in vain.”

However, Qiu Qianren’s malevolence had been completely stirred up. How could a single word from Grandmaster Yideng suppress it? Qiu Qianren’s eyes flashed with a fierce light as he looked at Grandmaster Yideng and said in a deep voice, “Old bald scoundrel, you lied to me. You said that laying down the butcher’s knife leads to instant Buddhahood. I’ve laid down the butcher’s knife for so many years, why haven’t I found liberation?” As he spoke, he let out a long roar to the sky, suddenly breaking the shackles on his hands and feet, and said with a crazed expression, “I won’t believe you anymore. I want to kill, kill a lot.”

Qiu Qianchi praised loudly, “Good, this is the magnificent Iron Palm Sect Leader, this is my good Second Brother.” After a slight pause in her tone, she pointed at Ye Qingfeng and continued, “Second Brother, it’s this person. He brought people to my Passionless Valley and bullied us orphans and widows. You must avenge me. And Guo Jing and Huang Rong, they killed Big Brother, they cannot be let off lightly either.”

“Hmm?”

Upon hearing this, Qiu Qianren, with bloodshot eyes, looked at Ye Qingfeng and shouted, “Boy, are you the one who bullied my third sister?”

Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly unleashed a palm strike. The force of the palm ripped through the air like muffled thunder, its momentum extremely terrifying.

“If you want to harm my master, you’ll have to go through me first.”

Yang Guo suddenly flashed out, meeting Qiu Qianren’s palm with his own.

“Disciple, stand aside for now.”

Ye Qingfeng said faintly, while gently waving his sleeve, a soft force blocked Yang Guo back.

The next moment, there was a muffled thud, and Qiu Qianren’s palm force landed on Ye Qingfeng’s chest. Ye Qingfeng remained unmoving, smiling faintly, and said, “The Iron Palm skill truly lives up to its reputation. It is said that this skill was created by Shangguan Jiannan, a famous general who resisted the Jin. Now, when used by a villain like you, it disgraces this martial art.”

Upon hearing these words, Qiu Qianren became even more furious, shouting, “Die!”

As his voice fell, he quickly circulated his inner energy, unleashing nine successive waves of force, each stronger than the last, fiercely unmatched.

Ye Qingfeng still made no movement, allowing his palm force to strike him.

Only after the nine waves of force had landed did Ye Qingfeng speak, “You hit me with a palm, now try taking one of mine.”

As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand and slowly pressed his palm towards Qiu Qianren’s forehead.

This palm strike was incredibly slow. Whether in the eyes of onlookers like Huang Yaoshi, Grandmaster Yideng, and Qiu Qianchi, or in the eyes of Qiu Qianren himself, this palm strike was extremely ordinary and loose, as if deliberately slowed down for people to see clearly. However, despite being such an ordinary, loose, and slow palm strike, Qiu Qianren simply could not dodge it.

Or rather, he clearly wanted to dodge it in his mind, but his body simply did not make any evasive movements.

Undoubtedly, this palm strike was the marvelous application of mental power, which could be called a fated palm strike.

“Bang!”

With a muffled thud, the palm landed squarely on Qiu Qianren’s forehead. He staggered back two steps, his eyes wide, filled with both shock and disbelief. Immediately after, he swayed and slowly fell backward.

Seeing this scene, the younger generation, including Yelü Qi, were all greatly shocked, but they could not understand the underlying principle. Among the younger generation, only Yang Guo could discern a hint of something. Among the older generation, Huang Yaoshi and Grandmaster Yideng, with their profound cultivation, naturally saw more, but they only knew that Ye Qingfeng’s palm force was unusual, without knowing where the unusualness lay.

Grandmaster Yideng sighed inwardly, “When Brother Qi came, he said that this Venerable Ye’s martial arts had surpassed Grandmaster Chongyang. At first, this old monk didn’t quite believe it, but now, seeing this palm strike, this old monk truly believes it. Such martial arts are probably unrivaled in the world.”

Huang Yaoshi also mused, “It seems that during our previous sparring, this Brother Ye wasn’t serious.”

Unlike the shock of the others, Qiu Qianchi shrieked loudly, “Second Brother, Second Brother, what’s wrong with you…”

As she shrieked, she seemed to have forgotten that her tendons had been severed, and she tried to get up and pounce forward.

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